Welcome back brothers! I have for
you another tale of adventure and battle. Please excuse the noise; we are
having to make haste from this planet to the next field of battle in which we are needed.
Bjorn is still being secured and we are repairing one of Gymir’s fists after
this battle. But more on that later my friends--allow me to tell you my tale.
New to our pack is Geir Thunderhowl,
a gifted Stormfang pilot who is in command of what has been dubbed The Black
Boat, a Lightning Bolt Pattern Stormfang with an exterior as black as night
itself. My pack was called upon to exterminate a group of rogue Raven Guard and
Astra Militarium that were inhabiting the ruins of an old loyalist
communications outpost. Our Venerable Bjorn demanded we bring the Emperor’s
justice and Russ’ wrath to the traitorous scum, and no wolf would ever turn
down the chance of glory at the side of the Fell-Handed. Initial surveillance
and scans indicated two groups of Assault Marines with jump packs, a group of
Stern Guard, a Leman Russ Demolisher, and a Leman Russ Vanquisher (both
equipped with Lascannons). The revelation that the renegades would be using
tanks named for our Primarch against his own sons is despicable enough, but the
act of intercepting important and classified communications through old
outposts can only be answered by one thing. Death.
Olaf Goldfist made planet-fall
first, taking cover behind a defensive tower. Bjorn and Asmund’s drop pods
landed near their brother Dreadnought, setting up rallying positions and taking
cover themselves. The Raven Guard then made their advance; Jump Packs roared to
life and commands issued from the Raven Guard’s vile commander to charge
forward. The scum looked at our ancients as large predators would prey--a grave
mistake on their part. The thump of boots and shouts of “fire!” signaled the renegade
Astra Militarium dogs to open fire on Bjorn’s drop pod, leaving a large hole in
one of its support frames with little other damage to be reported.
However, the traitors must have had
a vox jammer in their arsenal because we lost contact with both Gymir and Geir.
Neither of them able to join the battle quite yet left our ancients
outnumbered. The three Dreadnoughts fanned out, Bjorn taking the north and Asmund
taking point with Olaf, offering fire support south. Olaf’s Plasma Cannon
flared to life as a large ball of super-heated matter shot across the
battlefield like a comet, plunging into the enemy lines and melting two of the
Assault Marines where they stood. Bjorn met with similar success against the
group to the north, freezing four of the traitors in place and melting the
remaining four with great gouts of flame from his heavy flamer. Asmund took a
ready stance to face off against his foes, a growl of challenge emanating from
his vox-grill. Our foe took shots at Bjorn; however, the All-Father protects
and the shot barely glanced across Bjorn’s ancient hull. The Raven Guard became
overzealous, believing their meager chain swords and power sword to be a match
against Asmund Shieldbearer in one on six combat. The initial bout saw Asmund
cleave through three traitors with ease, the Raven Guard commander literally tossing
one of his men into the axe’s path to save his own disgusting life. The
commander left a second gift for Asmund, a meltabomb that followed his now
halved subordinate. However, Asmund has seen thousands of battlefields and
simple tricks are nothing against a master of shield warfare, and the melta
charge hissed uselessly as heat and bitter cold met on the Venerable
Dreadnought’s shield.
The vox communications were still
being tampered with when the second call for aid was issued to Gymir and Geir.
Bjorn made a strategic retreat behind the cover of the drop pods to protect
himself from the onslaught of the enemy Leman Russes. Asmund held combat with
his enemies and Olaf fell back as well in hopes to reach a safer point with
which to relay with our brothers. The Leman Russes fired again at the drop pods
but shot too wide and missed the targets completely. Asmund continued his
assault, the cowardly sergeant throwing more of his men under the axe of the
ancient warrior. In his haste to escape Asmund, the enemy commander failed to
hit the Dreadnought with his melta charge; great gouts of magma erupted in the
newly-formed crater where the grenade landed.
Then, Russ and the All-Father be
praised, the vox communication channels became clear and our brothers made a
glorious entry onto the battlefield. Geir screamed onto the battlefield on the
side of the Leman Russ Vanquisher and Gymir landed behind the Raven Guard in
ruins; the dark ruin lighting up with cold, frosty blue and the deepest
recesses of the former facility glowed menacingly as Gymir’s murderous howl
rang out over the battlefield. Flame escaped Gymir’s fist and engulfed the
enemy commander in righteous fire, but his artificer armor proved a good ward
against Gymir’s rage. However, Geir lived up to his name and lit up the sky in
a rainbow of blues and reds. Multimelta’s screamed into the Leman Russ
Vanquisher as the frozen rays of the Helfrost Destructor attempted to freeze
the Demolisher. The Vanquisher exploded in a fiery hellstorm of shrapnel and
debris, none of its crew surviving to report back to their masters. The
Demolisher, however, was lucky, as the intense flames and smoke that erupted
from the ruined hull of the Leman Russ Vanquisher proved enough cover for Geir’s
aim to be slightly amiss with the larger cannon. The enemy then moved forward
and opened fire with two combi-meltas, missing with one and hitting a piece of
the ruin with the other. The commander of the Leman Russ Demolisher must have
been shocked after the loss of his companion because he forwent his shots and
instead a command of charge was heard. Gymir was assaulted by the Raven Guard
Chapter Master and his Stern Guard escort. The Ice-Fisted challenged the
traitorous dog to one-on-one combat and dealt what would have been six grievous
wounds to his foe if it hadn’t been for the powerful refractor field that the
Raven Guard was putting forth from his Iron Halo. The enemy commander then
proceeded to assault Gymir, punching through the Dreadnought’s hull and ripping
an arm free from the metal warrior in a sickening shower of sparks and oily
fluids.
However, the powers of the warp
intervened and before any of our ancients could react the enemy vanished. With
no enemy in sight and the communications relay secured, the ancients and Geir
called for a Thunderhawk for extraction. Our brothers are still commending each
other in the Thunderhawk as we speak--I can hear Bjorn telling part of his saga
as I speak into the vox recorder. Next time, brothers, we will hopefully meet
in The Fang where I can properly tell you of our deeds this day with a pint of
ale and Fenrisian Elk ribs, but for now my saga will have to be replayed
through this recording. Fare thee well brothers. For Russ. For the All-Father.
List
Champions
of Fenris Supplement
HQ
- Bjorn with Helfrost
Drop
Pod
Gymir
the Ice Fisted: Elite - Murderfang
Drop
Pod
Asmund
Shieldbearer: Elite - Venerable Dreadnought with Fenrisian Great Axe, Blizzard
Shield, and Extra Armor
Drop Pod
Olaf
Goldfist: Elite - Venerable Dreadnought with Plasma Cannon
Geir Thunderhowl –
Stormfang Gunship with Twin-Linked Lascannon and two Twin-Linked Multi-Meltas
really cool battle report!
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