Is Kasper Hawser still in stasis?

[b1soul]

Any mention of his fate outside PB?

[Huggtand]

I haven't read anything about him after PB so he could still be on ice somewhere in the aett.

[helterskelter]

I thought He'd been sent out to die?

[Huggtand]

Nope, he was placed in permanent stasis planned to recall the accounts of the Heresy for future generations. Don't know if the forgot him after awhile  

Edited February 22, 2018 by Huggtand

[JH79]

Quite easily one of my favourite human characters from the Heresy. I hope the somewhere below the fang he still sleeps, with stories of old ready to be told by the fireside!

[Warpmiss]

I thought He'd been sent out to die?

That was the impression I got from the ending of Prospero Burns too. However, according to every wiki I've checked, he seems to be in stasis.

[bluntblade]

I think that's meant to be a dream induced by a priest, like the Wulfen ambush earlier

[b1soul]

So I will be put to sleep in the deep cold of the ice, in stasis far below the Aett, with only Cormek Dod and the other muttering Dreadnoughts as companions. None of us like it there. None of us choose to be there. We miss the firelight. We miss the sunlight. We’ve dreamed the same dreams a hundred times over, a thousand times. We know them off by heart. We don’t choose the dark.
Nevertheless, once in a while, when we are disturbed and revived, we are never content to see the daylight.
If you have to come and wake us, times are not good.
[beginning of dream I think]
I AM STANDING in the high meadow in Asaheim where I last saw Heoroth Longfang alive, but it is the Wolf King who is towering atmy side. The air is as clear as glass. To the west of us, beyond a vast, rolling field of snow and a mighty evergreen forest, mountains rise. They are white, as clean and sharp as carnassials. I know full well that the grey skies behind them aren’t storm clouds. They are more mountains, greater mountains, mountains so immense the sheer scale of them breaks a man’s spirit. Where their crags end, buried like thorns in the skin of the sky, the wrath of the winter season Fenrisian storms is gathering and clotting, angry as patriarch gods and malign as trickster daemons.
It is the last hour of the last day before I voluntarily enter stasis.
‘You understand why?’ asks the Wolf King at my side. His voice is a wet leopard-purr.
‘I do,’ I say. ‘I understand.’
‘Ogvai, he speaks highly of your skills as a skjald.’
‘The jarl is kind.’
‘He’s honest. That’s why I keep him. But you understand, you can’t play out a game with a broken piece on the board.’
‘I understand.’
‘The accounts, though. We don’t want to lose them. Future generations should hear them, and learn from them.’
‘I’ll conserve them for you, lord,’ I say. ‘They will be here in my head, ready to tell.’
[Russ sends him into the tree-line]

[Jarl Kjaran Coldheart]

There is no mention of him post PB, and I believe he was put in stasis, not killed

 

The extract B1 posted I believe confirms that.

 

Now if he is ever touched on again is a whole different question

I hope he isn’t though. The Imperium that Is is be a cruel mockery of the Imperium he existed in

[Carach]

doesnt the beginning, or the very end, not have him basically telling the story as if its in the past? like he has been brought out of stasis to tell the story?

 

been a long time since i read the book so i cannot remember entirely. Was a good book though, in the top 10 for sure, possibly even top 5

 

leopard purrs aside

[b1soul]

Carach, good point...or it could be an internal stream of consciousness

 

 

I believe dreadnoughts in stasis are able to have dreams (so Kasper should be able to as well), or perhaps I am completely mistaken here.

 

If he was brought out to tell the tale, it confirms he almost certainly survived the Heresy, and probably is still around in 41K

[mc warhammer]

still one of my fav HH book endings

[b1soul]

It would be odd for Russ to kill off Hawser.

 

Well, I suppose he was formerly being manipulated by Chaos. There is that.

 

But he was an unwitting instrument and after those events, he still makes a great skald.

[Ashur]

I think that last scene was not a dream, it was the last thing Kasper did before been put into stasis. Russ gave him a last taste of freedom among wolves. So he probably was already in stasis during the Heresy. I doubt we will see him again. His purpose goes beyond the heresy.

[b1soul]

I would for him to be re-visited in current 41K

[Tarvek Val]

I don't think Russ would have killed Hawser. After all, one of the Custodian Guards (I think it might have been Amon Tauromachian) was also manipulated by Chaos. Russ is nothing if not fair and just, so I personally think that if he had deemed Hawser beyond redemption he probably would've gone after Tauromachian too. The fact that he didn't touch Tauromachian, with whom he had little to no relationship, makes me doubt very much that he would have killed one of his Legion's favorite skalds for being manipulated by something way out of his control.

[b1soul]

The Chaos entity posing as Amon (Equerry of Magnus) froze Amon Tauromachian in place for a few minutes.

 

Chaos was manipulating Kasper's life decisions over a long time.

 

Either way, I agree that Russ wouldn't have killed Kasper

[Tarvek Val]

I mean, by 41st Millennium logic, literally seeing a daemon is grounds for immediate execution by the nearest commissar, Battle Sister, Space Marine, Grey Knight, or inquisitor... My point was mostly that the folks back during the Heresy era were just a tad bit more forgiving when it came to matters of the warp, mostly because not many people really understood it, and those who thought they knew everything worth knowing didn't... *cough Magnus cough*! But yes, I wholeheartedly agree that Hawser survived, and would love to see him worked into some future stories someday.

[Mellow]

So I will be put to sleep in the deep cold of the ice, in stasis far below the Aett, with only Cormek Dod and the other muttering Dreadnoughts as companions. None of us like it there. None of us choose to be there. We miss the firelight. We miss the sunlight. We’ve dreamed the same dreams a hundred times over, a thousand times. We know them off by heart. We don’t choose the dark.

Nevertheless, once in a while, when we are disturbed and revived, we are never content to see the daylight.

If you have to come and wake us, times are not good.

[beginning of dream I think]

I AM STANDING in the high meadow in Asaheim where I last saw Heoroth Longfang alive, but it is the Wolf King who is towering atmy side. The air is as clear as glass. To the west of us, beyond a vast, rolling field of snow and a mighty evergreen forest, mountains rise. They are white, as clean and sharp as carnassials. I know full well that the grey skies behind them aren’t storm clouds. They are more mountains, greater mountains, mountains so immense the sheer scale of them breaks a man’s spirit. Where their crags end, buried like thorns in the skin of the sky, the wrath of the winter season Fenrisian storms is gathering and clotting, angry as patriarch gods and malign as trickster daemons.

It is the last hour of the last day before I voluntarily enter stasis.

‘You understand why?’ asks the Wolf King at my side. His voice is a wet leopard-purr.

‘I do,’ I say. ‘I understand.’

‘Ogvai, he speaks highly of your skills as a skjald.’

‘The jarl is kind.’

‘He’s honest. That’s why I keep him. But you understand, you can’t play out a game with a broken piece on the board.’

‘I understand.’

‘The accounts, though. We don’t want to lose them. Future generations should hear them, and learn from them.’

‘I’ll conserve them for you, lord,’ I say. ‘They will be here in my head, ready to tell.’

[Russ sends him into the tree-line]

I was engrossed until “wet leopard purr”

[Warpmiss]

It did strike me as strange that Russ would sent him out to die, so I makes sense that it was either a dream or just a small scene before he was put in stasis. Or maybe the wolves were actually the dreadnoughts and that's what Kasper thought he saw as he was being put in statis?

[b1soul]

The scene has a very dreamlike quality...

 

‘Are there wolves on Fenris?’ I ask.

‘Go and look for yourself,’ he tells me. ‘Go on.’

I look at him. He nods. I start towards the forest line across the snow. I begin to run. I pull my pelt, the one Bercaw gave me, tight around me, like a second skin. In the enormous darkness under the evergreens, I see eyes staring at me: luminous, gold and black-pinned. They are waiting for me, ten thousand pairs of eyes looking out at me from the shadows of the forest. I am not afraid.

I am not afraid of the wolves any more.

Behind me, the Wolf King watches me until I’ve disappeared into the trees.

‘Until next winter,’ he says.

 

I don't know why a bunch of wolves would be gathered there waiting for Kasper. I believe this is a dream.

[Fire Golem]

 

So I will be put to sleep in the deep cold of the ice, in stasis far below the Aett, with only Cormek Dod and the other muttering Dreadnoughts as companions. None of us like it there. None of us choose to be there. We miss the firelight. We miss the sunlight. We’ve dreamed the same dreams a hundred times over, a thousand times. We know them off by heart. We don’t choose the dark.

Nevertheless, once in a while, when we are disturbed and revived, we are never content to see the daylight.

If you have to come and wake us, times are not good.

[beginning of dream I think]

I AM STANDING in the high meadow in Asaheim where I last saw Heoroth Longfang alive, but it is the Wolf King who is towering atmy side. The air is as clear as glass. To the west of us, beyond a vast, rolling field of snow and a mighty evergreen forest, mountains rise. They are white, as clean and sharp as carnassials. I know full well that the grey skies behind them aren’t storm clouds. They are more mountains, greater mountains, mountains so immense the sheer scale of them breaks a man’s spirit. Where their crags end, buried like thorns in the skin of the sky, the wrath of the winter season Fenrisian storms is gathering and clotting, angry as patriarch gods and malign as trickster daemons.

It is the last hour of the last day before I voluntarily enter stasis.

‘You understand why?’ asks the Wolf King at my side. His voice is a wet leopard-purr.

‘I do,’ I say. ‘I understand.’

‘Ogvai, he speaks highly of your skills as a skjald.’

‘The jarl is kind.’

‘He’s honest. That’s why I keep him. But you understand, you can’t play out a game with a broken piece on the board.’

‘I understand.’

‘The accounts, though. We don’t want to lose them. Future generations should hear them, and learn from them.’

‘I’ll conserve them for you, lord,’ I say. ‘They will be here in my head, ready to tell.’

[Russ sends him into the tree-line]

I was engrossed until “wet leopard purr”

I actually like the whole wet leopard purr thing. Might be because the sound of leopards and other big cats like that growling is genuinely terrifying, but I never had an issue with it. Prospero Burns is one of my favourite HH novels.

[mc warhammer]

i like what it evokes too, but the repetition might have been too much for some

[MrDarth151]

i like what it evokes too, but the repetition might have been too much for some

 

Eh. I don't think it shows often enough to get on my nerves. It's certainly no "Vulcan Lives!".

 

With that said, I think that Russ' words, "Until next winter." imply that Hawser is dead. In all of the other contexts it is said either by people about to die or to people who are dying.

[Balthamal]

The way the account of the invasion of Prospero is told suggests it is being recounted to those who weren't there at a much later time which to me leans more towards him being put in stasis like the dreads (after all he spent 19 great years in stasis whilst they essentially rebuilt his body)

 

As for the "Until next Winter" comment, that could be taken as Russ acknowledging he would never see him again as he told him previously that he wouldn't be around forever himself