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Space Wolf players (for the most part) seem to almost behave like Angron in betrayer, they're the guy who took things waaaaay to far and made the party fun for no one, but they refuse to acknowledge that, they just think, "I yelled the loudest so I won!" It's sad that such a cool chapter can have such an embarrasing following. Hell I used to be a Space Wolf player, back before they got all high and mighty on their ridiculous wolf cavalry.

 

Whatever, I now know my true home, amongst the rain and blood soaked streets of Portland Nostramo.

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Whatever, I now know my true home, amongst the rain and blood soaked streets of Portland Nostramo.

*cries*, my home is just a shadowy snake-infested pit...and I'm almost all alone here...and most of the snakes have multiple heads... :(

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Ok after the little teaser previously, time to begin fleshing out the 14th Company, The Forsaken and their previous iteration, the Fratem Cadeverosa, the Carrion Brotherhood
 
++++++++VIII Legiones Astartes++++++++
Complience Action Theta - Rho - Seven - Three - One - Nine - Epsilon
Target: Darvenal System; 4 Habitable Worlds
Designated Commander: First Captain Sevatar
Sub Commanders: Malcharion, Ithilion, Ophion, Hurophion, Toriel
Notable Fleet Elements: Nightfall, Shroud of Eventide, Covenant of Blood
 
Planetfall +14:41:21 Terran Standard Hours
 
The two figures continued to circle each other. Ten minutes of probing, of waiting for the moment to make a killing thrust. Barbastellan kept his rage burning cold. He would not rush forward and end gutted like a neophyte on his first cycle through the practice cages. He would have his blood tithe and carve his name on the bastard's heart if that's what it took to see himself avenged.
 
The object of his contempt stayed a steady 5 paces away, his movements perfectly matching Barbastellan's, the sneer on his face almost a mirror image. Hurophion moved with the ugly grace of a Nostramon Jackel, ironic given that everything Nostramon bar the Legion was now dust and ashes in the void. For his dead brothers, Barbastellan would see the same fate on the fool. Nevertheless he had to remain alert. Hurophion might have been a a coward but he was a coward who had survived five murder duels for his captaincy. Such a duellist was not to be underestimated. Especially one who found such.....inventive ways to stay out of the claws of death.
 
Kharga had been decapitated by the serrated spikes adorning his vambraces. Holgau had disarmed him and had stood to savour the deathblow until a concealed blade in the boot had punched through the weak armour at the knee and seen him floored long enough for Hurophion to open his throat. Thalimos had been nicked by a poisoned blade, and had been held in the duel for a further 40 minutes to give it time to cycle through his system. All had been exceptional combatants. Hurophion was no easy meat. But he was scared. He feared dying here in the bloodied circle. He feared who else might step over the crimson line if he did prevail. Willing killers were never far away amongst the VIII Legion.
 
That was it. That was how you killed a man who would literally do anything to avoid his death. In a murder duel it always came down to which participant would go further, push limitations, use any means to win who walked, or in a lot of cases, crawled away. Being willing to die was the only constraint Hurophion would not break free of.
 
Barbastellan stopped his circling, his mouth tightening in to the mocking smile of a murderer. Meeting Hurophion's eyes he saw the desperation there. He would beat him into a pulp then he would take his time over his revenge. It would be barbaric. It would be beautiful. 
 
Flourishing the micro-serrated daggers in his fists, he leapt forwards.
 
 
Planetfall -00:37:54 Terran Standard Hours
 
The First Captain didn't like what he was seeing. Which meant by extension the squad sergeants standing around the hololith didn't like it much either. Normally in such cases there would be company captains to provide any commentary that Sevatar might be inclined to accept however those captains were now preparing to deploy their forces to the four habitable worlds of the system so he was instead left with his senior sergeants. Thorion snorted in disgust when he finished running the simulation of 14th Company's projected operations.
 
"He's only sending seven claws in the first wave? I like a nice surprise attack as much as anyone in the Legion but this? This?" He added in tones bordering on contempt,"This is stupidity when all of the orbital scans show that the city is on high alert. No matter how much we may mock them for being primitive savages, any attempt to breach the walls will be noticed if nothing else."
 
Ygartho was also staring intently at the hololith. "It is not a bad plan. If those claws do manage to get over the walls then all hell will be breaking loose and there'll be nothing paying attention to the drop pods and storm birds coming from above." Thorion snorted again. "That if is my whole point. Why is there any risk being taken here? The whole 14th could simply deploy en masse and crush any resistance in short order. Why the convoluted deployment? And," he added glancing at their commander, "Why is it just the 14th who are going in? Why are we even debating this when you're keeping us up here Sev?"
 
Sevatar didn't answer immediately. The light from the holoith dancing across dark eyes that were either scraping every last detail from it or ignoring it completely. "Hurophion expressed his wish to have some sport," he said at last. "He wanted to leave these mortals :cussting their breeches for days before his claws finished with them. Feel free to enlighten me as to why that is a bad thing?"
 
Thorion's grin contained no mirth whatsoever. "All we're really doing out here is blooding our blades because we want to Sev. And you're keeping the Atramentar holed up on Nightfall."
 
Sevatar gave him his usual dead pan stare, genuinely trying to determine if Thorion was making a joke. "Are you tired of my leadership?"
 
"Let me know when you're leading us and I'll tell you." Thorion chuckled. "Seriously Sev we're not involved in this. Why are we here?"
 
It was Barbastellan who answered "Because Sev doesn't like the potential for half the Eastern Hemisphere realising our Claws are already at their throat before it's cut." He glanced at Sevatar. "If the first wave of claws are identified, they could easily have a few hundred thousand guns shooting at them in a couple of hours."
 
Sevatar nodded. "It is a needless risk. They already know we're in orbit, primed for assault. We as good as told them over the vox. So why only seven claws? They're not even being used to open any gates or lower the defensive shielding. It's almost as if Hurophion is telling them to go and get themselves killed."
 
Durotal raised an eyebrow "Have you seen Hurophion around his men? There's more love between the Primarch and his brothers than in that company." Thorion and Ygartho both laughed but Barbastellan frowned. "You'd think they would follow the example of the Atramentar and our command circle." This time it was Durotal's turn to laugh. "Yes because Sev is such a loveable rogue that we can't help but follow him into whatever :cusshole takes his fancy."
 
"Enough," said Sevatar. "There is too much out of place with this battle plan and Barb may even be right about Hurophion sending men he'd rather were dead out in the first wave. There's a time and a place for politics and a warzone whilst the Legion is spread across half a segmentum is not one of them." He straightened, all surpressed violence once again, waiting for a twitch to be unleashed. "Barb, take your squad down with the initial wave. Rendezvous with the field commander and inform him of your objective. He is to provide any men to see it's completion, on my orders"
 
"And what is our objective?" asked Barbastellan, mentally beginning his preparations for battle.
 
" That shield is covering almost half of the city. Once you're inside the walls disable it and proceed to -1421, 321, 4901. It is almost perfect."
 
Thorion frowned. "A square the size of the company deck? What's the point in taking that?"
 
This time Sevatar really did try not to stare at his sergeant. "Because it will be prime ground for the rest of the Atramentar to teleport to the surface. I thought that was obvious."
 
Thorion ignored the insult. "And there I thought we'd be staying home all night"

 

 

More shall be coming soon. I would push on tonight but I'm exhausted and don't want to make a mess of it :wink:

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Do 31 Space Wolf Terminators, 5 drop pods, 45 Fenrisian wolves, 12 thunderwolf cavalry, and 18 Long Fangs make me a stereotypical Space Wolf Player??!! If not, then let me yell louder in the defense of my beloved wolves!! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...that should do...

 

When I was living in Portland, most of the Space Wolf players where arrogant mini-max players bent on winning (whinning??). At that time (5th ed) the codex was quite good, and a lot of tournament players seemed to latch onto that. For me, Space Wolves have always been about the chance to ride into battle as a futuristic space viking!! *que Amon Amarth* They always will be.

There I am done defending my army now, since forte never spoke up and did!! ;)

 

You know Heinrich, if you made the streets of Portland run red with the blood of a thousand hipsters, you'd be a national hero. ;)

 

@bathamal: Good stuff!!

 

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I always found those who frequent the Fang on this forum pretty decent. Blunt, liking a heated discussion and the odd brawl, but honest and supportive overall.

 

That's where I met RPR afterall.

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Flint13

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Oh, I'll whole-heartedly agree there. The BnC wolfpack seems a pretty decent bunch of folks. It was the loud, boisterous "gentlemen" in my local community that made me dread a vs Spacewolves game. 

 

So between me, Heinrich, Forte and Rhapsody, that makes 4 wolves gone Chiropteran? 

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No, ni, no. I was tempted by Chaos when the Realm of Chaos books were released many moons ago. The artwork and ideas just grabbed me. Not to mention the bad guy costumes in films like Conan and Willow. Was more the fantasy stuff for me then.

 

It wasn't actually till the last codex that I got into SW and not due to the supposed power of it but because the Chaos forum and Dex had pretty much died. And apart from tortoise, not much was happening Slaanesh wise. And the people in the Fang forum at that time were just great. Posts hitting fast and so much going on. People like Maverik, Hendrick, Arez, Postal, Iron Chin, Skadi, RPR, the mods, and so many more, just made it a great place. Then something happened which I won't discuss and the flavor got drained out.

 

Then, Semper (who I'd already had banter with during the first ETL) did the last CoC and you know the rest. My interest in painting came back thanks to the amazing Kakophoni. My interest in Chaos, more importantly Slaanesh and NL came back. And finding so many people doing amazing things in the WIP area has put a spark back again.

 

Plus some of you lot are nuts and that's always a good thing ;)

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I demand someone make a Son of Fenris amongst their warband who now walks the Midnight Path. Call it.... a challenge.

 

Who shall dare rise to this, and craft The Wolf Who Walks Nightmares?

The only Space Wolf I have in my NL warband is the one hanging on steel chains in front of one of my Rhinos. This is where they should be, I think :D

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Would you say the same of Variel the flayer, though the light does not hurt his eyes?

 

There is more to being a Night Lord than the blood that beats in your veins.

Nope, I generally like Crosairs, even Huron. I liked Wolves too before King's books about Ragnar and Horus Heresy series. But over those years I have accumulated incredible amount of hatred and disgust towards them, so I put more SW heads on trophy racks after each victory.

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Flint13

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I demand someone make a Son of Fenris amongst their warband who now walks the Midnight Path. Call it.... a challenge.

 

Who shall dare rise to this, and craft The Wolf Who Walks Nightmares?

BAM! *drops microphone*

 

 
S'been a little while since I've painted an unhelmed marine. Don't expect it to happen again any time soon. 
 
Glad he doesn't look as "dead eye starey" as I thought he might ^_^
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I also took a nap and finished a Tom Clancy xbox game.

 

Was it Forte who called me "Baroness Speedypaint von Paintsfast?" ^_^

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