As we do every Sanguinala: Our Sub-forum Tradition

[RikuEru]

Another year has passed, the festive Season is here once again and some of us have already started celebrations, so without further ado and with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore:

(And Brother Vengis and Kassill, who upheld this Tradition before!)

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Fang

Not a Wolf Priest was stirring, Swift Claw or Long Fang.

The tankards were hung in the Great Hall with care,

In hopes that the Allfather soon would be there.

 

The Blood Claws were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of blood and guts danced in their heads.

And Logan, the Greatwolf, an Axe in his lap,

Had hung up his Bolter for a long winter’s nap.

 

When out in the snow fields arose such a clatter,

Defence Lasers swivelled preparing to splatter,

Their targeting reticules trained on the sight,

But quickly stood-down with a beep of delight.

 

Out of the storm, stepped a shadowy figure

And as humanoids go, I’ve not seen one bigger!

Before him there strode two devilish beasts,

Both clearly great wolves with sharp, pointy teeth.

 

The wind whipped around him with hurricane force,

But the giant strode on staying true to his course.

He drew back his lips and spoke with a growl,

"On Freki and Geri, to the drinking hall now."

 

A climb to the gate was made in a trice

Over rocky outcrops encrusted with ice.

Russ stood at the door and bellowed a call,

“The Lord has returned once again to his hall!”

 

A single Blood Claw awoke from his slumber,

And sought out a snack to stifle his hunger.

On passing the hall he stopped with a gasp,

Beholding a sight he barely could grasp.

 

The Primarch spoke out to in a deep throaty roar,

"Be at peace now my son, and don't stay by the door,

Come join me in drink there's Ale and Mulled Wine,

My stay here is short, it's not yet Wolf Time."

 

He drank through the night recounting the Sagas,

Thirstily downing both bitters and lagers.

The Blood Claw sat opposite, silenced in awe

At the sight of the legend who'd walked through the door.

 

As good as his word at the first light of Dawn,

Russ gathered his Wolves and laid down his horn.

But he turned back and called, 'fore he went out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

 

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As always, I hope every single one of you is as well as can be and gets to enjoy some time with their close ones, however you may celebrate it.

In regards to the hobby, I hope you got what you wished for, find some time to hobby or maybe even play a little.

 

On a more personal note, my little aspirant is one and a half by now - and already a little Berserker of legend. Continuous Sleep being his biggest enemy (I blame Tzeentch.), hobbytime had diminished immensely - but being on parental leave and doing the tiniest bits of hobby during his midday naps or in the quiet hours before midnight, I chip away at the Non-Space-Wolves stuff I have to finish for friends, before I return to my Primaris. I hope I return to these halls a bit more active before Easter.

But enough of that...

 

 

Let the last year behind you, with all its ttoubles and tribulations, as we ready ourselves for a new one. (This time maybe with our Primaris release wave!?)

 

...and where ever you may go, bring glory to Russ and the Allfather - and know that here in the Aett, your brothers and sisters will always wait to hear your sagas.

[Kassill]

Thank you for upholding the old ways. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays all