Sons of Russ

[FranklS04]

Hi all,  

 

This is my first take at a DIY chapter and instead of the norm I am running with the remnants of one of the lost Creay Companies of the Scape Wolves.  Svengar the Reds to be precise.  

 

This is my Story so far: (sorry about the length)

 

History:

 

During the last Great Hunt Svengar the Red led his company in search of their lost Primarch Russ.  After 7 months of searching Svengar heard of a wise old crone living alone in the mountains of a
feral world.  This crone claimed knowledge of the missing Primarch and pointed Svengar and his company towards a wyrmhole just outside of the system.

 

After hearing this Svengar ordered his company to make all haste towards this spacial anomaly,  Despite warnings from the companys Rune Priests and Astropaths.   Svengar only had eyes for being the Wolf to return its Alpha male to the pack.

 

Without heeding the warnings of the companies Rune Priest Svengar order the Cruiser Grey Mane into the Wrymhole.  Upon leaving the wyrmholes embrace Svengar ordered an immediate scan of the area.  The readings were not good the wyrmhole had deposited the company beyond Imperial Space.

 

Svengar ordered an immediate warp jump, realising that he had been sent on a wild goose chase he flew into a rage.  It was at this point that the ships Astropath gave the grim news.  They were beyond the reach of the Astronomican and as such unable to navigate a Warp jump home.

After taking counsel with the companys Rune and Wolf Priests Svengar decided upon a course of action.  Instead of trying to make the long journey home which would take thousands of years they would explore this new region of space and look for a suitable planet to set up a base of operations.

After months of searching a planet was seen on the scans, a dark orb in the distance.  Svengar made contact with what appeared to be a tall, fair humanoid race.  Svengar and his men were instantly accepted by the Empress of the planet and gifted with an archipelago near the southern polar region of the planet.  Pleased to have been accepted so readily Svengar ordered his men to begin the construction of a forward operating base.

 

With the passage of time it was soon the 1^st anniversary of the Wolves planetfall the Empress offered to throw a feast to memorialize the occasion.  Svengar being the Wolf Lord he is could not resist the invite to a feast for what do he and his brethren enjoy more than anything, a chance to eat, drink and sing a saga.

 

Svengar brought with him to the Imperial palace his Wolf Guard, Long Fangs and Grey hunters.  Leaving 1 pack of Grey hunters led by Bors to look after the Blood Claws at the base.  Deciding against appearing in wargear to a feast being put together in their honour, Svengar ordered all the men accompanying him to dress in Company fatigues and only bring their combat Knife (how else would the wolves cut their meat)

 

The Wolves were met on the stairs of the palace by the Empress herself.  Dressed in an almost transparent  silk like material she brought a response of awe form the Wolves.   Beauty would be an understatement, standing on the stairs with the setting sun behind her she appeared to glow, to radiate a bubble of calm and tranquility that not even the Emperors Wolves were immune to.

 

Entering the great hall of the palace Svengar and his men were treated to the site of table after table loaded with food and in the corner dozens of casks of the local wine.  After the mandatory greetings and thanks the Wolves hit the food and wine with only the gusto a genetically engineered human could.

 

Towards the end of the feast Svengar from his place of honour seated to the Empress right stood and demanded silence.   Raising his glass he toasted 

 

‘For
the Wolf Lord, For the Empress’

 

There was a stunned silence, never before had a Wolf Lord not made this toast to the Allfather.  Suddenly from behind tapestries and from shadowed corridors came feminine figures.  Lithe and beautiful they moved with the elegance of dancers memorising the wolves present.   It was
not until the first head was separated from the shoulders of a Grey Hunter that the wolves realised the danger they were in.  Daemonettes, brides of the foul god Slaanesh.

What happened next was an orgy of sensual vilance catering to the beast within all the wolves.  When the doors to the Great Hall where reopened the only Wolf to leave was Svengar no longer the proud Wolf Lord he entered as.  Svengar was now no more than a slavering combination of beast and man whose only interest was the fulfilment of his baser instincts.

Something was wrong.  Bors had been left in command of the F.O.B with his pack to in his eyes ‘Babysit the pups’   Before Svengar and the rest of the packs had left for the feast he had been ordered to continue the work on the base and to ensure the headstrong blood Claws and there arrogant pack leader Tyr were kept out of trouble and under control.   That had been 5 days ago and as yet there had been no vox call from the Wolf Lord.  Meeting with the rest of his pack Bors

highlighted his concerns and ordered an immediate removal of the companies specialist wargear back to the Grey Mane. 

Hearing the roar of the gunships coming in Bors ordered the Blood Claws to parade in an

effort to greet the Wolf Lord on his return.  As the gunships landed there was an air of anticipation.  What got off that gunship would forever be burned into the minds of the Wolves that survived.  As the ramps descended there was a blood curdling howl.  Charging through the gap was a creature easily the size of the dreadnoughts back on Fenris.  It was a visage from every Wolves nightmare a
hulking mix of fur and armour, blood and saliva dripping from its open maw.   Behind it came the leaping daemonettes.

 

Before Bors could issue an order the closest pack of Blood Claws answered the creatures howl with there own and charged into the beast and its brides.  Using this distraction Bors ordered the withdrawal  of the rest of his troops just as the remaining 25 gunships appeared on the horizon.  Sealing the hanger doors Bors immediately recognised the predicament they were in.  Svengar
had taken all the experienced battle brothers with him leaving Bors and his pack with a group of untrained ill tempered youths.  They could not win.

 

Ordering the Blood Claws to immediately evacuate to the Grey Mane in orbit Bors made the
decision to hold the hanger door until the last gunship was ready to depart.   He and his pack of 9 Grey hunters prepared to face the wrath of the daemonettes and there creature.  As the Hanger door was finally rent open Bors charged.  The powerfield around his Wolf Claw sparking with the built up energy.  His brothers firing there bolters as they steadily advanced behind him.  Bors hit the rent in the door and immediately began dicing the Demons left and right his brothers ensuring that his back was covered.   Eventually the Grey Hunters began to push though the Demon ranks, however this inadvertently allowed the Demons to flank the battling Wolves. 

 

Slowly from all sides the Wolves were pulled down one by one and torn apart in the graceful talons of the Daemonettes.   Eventually only Bors remained, refusing to yield Bors charged the creature swinging his claw in a mighty arc. With a speed unnatural for a beast of its size the creature spun to its left.  Instead of Bors Wolf claw removing its head he only managed to take the creatures ear.  The creature then in a movement to fast for the mortal eye to follow closed on Bors and ripped out his throat.

[Wulfebane]

Two brief points.

 

One, Lost Companies are fairly common, so you're not breaking the norm. I doubt this even belongs here and should be moved to the SW forums.

 

Two, how can you have a Lost Company? By the end of this unfinished story, every Space Wolf is dead.

[Brother Tyler]

Developing a lost Great Company is perfectly acceptable here. DIYs can be chapters, legions, warbands, or even subordinate elements like someone's personal take on the 3rd Company of the Aurora Chapter.

[Veteran Sergeant]

 

 

Two, how can you have a Lost Company? By the end of this unfinished story, every Space Wolf is dead.

That's why they are lost. ;)