"....and thats is when Froyd lifted his lightning claw. With its blades sharp as the Fenrik's fangs, and blue energy crackeling like the roughest Fenrisian storm. He stabbed into the 4th Eldar Howling Banshee's chest, the blow so mighty it caused filthy alien blood to spray like a leaked promethium can from the Eldar's back and the blood covered the 5th Eldar's visor," recounts Brother Sorgen.
He pauses and extends his hand clad and grey power armour for a pint of frothy Fenrisian ale, and chugged it down sloppily. Huge ammout of ale spills from his mouth to the his unkempt grey beard and fur pelts slung around his chest armour.
Sorgen then stares into the eyes of the ten Space Wolf blood claws. "The last Eldar horrified what Froyd had done to his begotten brethren that he turned to run away in terror! Ha!" Sorgen continued. "No alien can best the fury of Space Wolves! They run, all run, like the cowards they are!" replies one of the blood claws. Then the table bursts into a laughter which covers the entire empty hall.
"Then Froyd goes to chase this coward down and delivered him the coward's punishment. No glory in that," says Sorgen
"Wait, tell us the Saga of the Exploding Wolf Brother Sorgen!" requests one of the blood claw.
"Aha! Tis A tale of extreme stupidity and extreme glory!"
"I heard it is a glorious sacrifice!"
"That it maybe, he is probably the stuff of nightmares in any traitor's mind!"
A large armor clad hand swings and smacks Sorgen in his bare skull, the blow knocks him down his seat. "We do not encourage foolishness to our young ones, brother," speaks the Space Wolf who delivered the blow. Sorgen looks up to see a black armored Space Wolf wearing a helm shaped like a wolf skull. He has apparently entered the hall unnoticed. "Sorry Wolf Priest, I thought it a tale to rouse a beating heart after a drink!" Sorgen replies.
The Wolf Priest turns to look at the blood claws. Then he sits down at the table and removes his helmet. He too takes a pint of ale and starts drinking. "Sorgen will tell you a tale of a wolf's heroic sacrifice. I will tell you a tale of a wolf who could not belong in a pack............
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"I am sending you to the Deathwatch, Erikson," announced the Wolf Priest to Erikson alone in his the Wolf Priest's chambers. Erikson was stunned beyond belief. He thought a heroic feat was going to get him rewarded or at least a praise even if those that would mean very little to Erikson who rather wonder into the wilderness of Fenris alone.
"Was I not the one who hunted down a Squiggoth on Culis III? Was I not the one who killed of the biggest beast in the greenskin's ranks? I do not deserve to be sent off from Fenris!" retorts Erikson in a tone close to barking.
"You disobeyed an order!"
"I followed the instinct to hunt the biggest threat!"
"You were supposed to assist two packs of blood claws and a pack of grey hunters to hold the west flank, but you manage to sway the two packs of blood claws into abandoning the flank and join your little hunt! Do you know what happened to the grey hunters?"
"They should have followed me."
"They followed their orders, and if the blood claws did too, they would have survived!"
"The Squiggoth would have crushed us all in the end."
"Not if the Warboss is dead! and it would have been if we did not need to send reinforcements to drop pod into the west flank and hold the mechanicus forge."
"I do not care! I have hunted a great prey and the halls shall sing my name!"
Pushed to his limits, the Wolf Priest lifts his right arm and swings his unpowered Crozius into Erikson's chest. The swing knocks the wolf scout Erikson off his feet and he lands just a few feet away. "Lord Bjorn is not pleased with you. Because of the missing reinforcements to block the Warboss's escape, the Warboss is on on the loose again. Your little shenanigan caused Lord Bjorn a chance to end all major Waaaghs in the subsector," explains the Wolf Priest.
Still trying to regain his footing, Erikson stares up as the Wolf Priest moves closer to him. "If I keep you in Fenris, the other Space Wolves would only sing praises for every foolish bravado you commit. No, you will go to Jericho Reach, you will join the watch. Perhaps with a new pack made of placid Space Marines from other chapters, maybe you will learn the value of patience, and if I am lucky a little respect," explains the Wolf Priest. "Also the Deathwatch is charged with dealing with the worst of the Xenos threats. I'm sure you would not miss the chance to hunt the biggest aliens the universe has to throw at the Imperium now would you?"
Erikson paused and wonders at his predicament. Now it seems like less of a curse.
Wolf Scout Erikson
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