Timeless Winter: The Saga Begins
“Success is measured in blood; yours or your enemy‘s”
Dawn of War
“You carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows.”
Spoiling for a fight and a chance at glory, numerous packs from the Crimson Storm set off in search of Xenos scum. Masters of the hunt. Adept at tracking through the most hazardous conditions. They follow their acute senses seeking grandeur through the demise of the intruders.
“Follow me, Sons of Russ! This night our enemies shall feel the fangs of the Wolf!”
Delusions of grandeur is more like it. The Wolves found their prey, but they were prepared. Shas’o Strongwill was not going to make the same mistake twice. What appeared to be fleeing the battlefield turned out to be a tactical retreat to gain a calculated advantage. The Wolves were ambushed. Being a Space Marine doesn’t make you invincible, but it doesn’t hurt. The Wolves of Fenris are a hardy people to boot. They weathered the heavy barrage of sophisticated weaponry as it popped and hissed when coming into contact with their power armour.
“Fenris breeds heroes like a bar breeds drunks - loud, proud and spoiling for a fight.”
Minimal losses aside from a few reckless Blood Claws. The veteran Grey Hunters utilized what little cover was around to save their hides. The Blood Claws that did survive the initial salvo were so caught up in rushing headlong into the enemy that they forgot to shoot before wildly flailing their chain swords like mad men! Fueled by Fenrisian rage and inexperience they felled all three Crisis suits.
“Camouflage is the colour of fear... I have no need to hide from my foes... I have no fear of death. My colours I wear openly, they proclaim louder than any words, "I am proud to live - I am proud to die".”
In a mad dash across the front lines, a lone wolf advanced. Atop this monstrous wolf was an equally massive man wielding a gigantic thunder hammer. Hrikson, trusted Wolf Guard Battle Leader, moved as one with his colossal wolf Delilah. In a flash, he swung his gigantic hammer at what appeared to be thin air. A broken body appeared as it was dismembered. The noble wolf knight managed to fell all five invisible suits before the red mist dissipated.
“The answer, always, is the Wolves of Fenris, because they are clinically insane.”
Meanwhile, the rash Blood Claws suffered more unnecessary deaths due to tunnel vision. They did well in cleaning up the Crisis suits, but failed to notice the Devilfish battle tank advancing towards them. Too late to do anything, the pressurized environment hissed as a squad of Fire Warriors disembarked. The planted their feet and let loose a volley that wiped out nearly half.
“Look at me! As long as you the have strength to stand, you have the strength to fight. As long as a Wolf of Fenris has the strength to fight, he will never know defeat!“
Fortunately for the young ones, their mettle outweighed their inexperience. Their training served them well. The feisty Blood Claws weathered the worst and executed a successful counter-charge. Retaliation was more than enough to fell the small squad of Tau. Victory leads to more experience, but with fewer numbers. They may very well be on their way to become Grey hunters some day…if they survive.
“Beat your thoughts to the mould of your will.”
In the meantime, across the combat zone, a solitary Land Speeder caused a nuisance for a unit of Fire Warriors just out of range. This tactic served as a perfect diversion for the Thunderwolf Cavalry deployed to effectively outflank them and slaughter as only they can. With the Xenos invaders wiped out, what comes next for the glory starved Wolves? Will they continue to pursue the remnants until there are none left? Once the planet is free of Xenos, where will the next theater of war be?
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