div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Salvation.../div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"in these grim times a luxury seldom found. Not every world can hope for salvation and once Chaos has gained foothold the light in the eyes of the people diminish. Sherox Prime and its people hoped someone would come to save their pathetic lives. As fate would have it hope came out of nowhere…./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"One was seen./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"He was firing rocket projectiles as big as a human fist into the masses of the renegades. He was seen as he made the enemies of the Imperium of man explode from within. Their bodies surrendered any hope of keeping a human form. He was unmasked as bringer of hope and herald of the imperial truth. As an executioner and he was the messenger of Death himself./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"He was a warrior of the Emperor and the people in the main hive of Sherox Prime saw how he put traitors to death in mere seconds with his cruel firearm. They weren't deceived. He was completely different than anything they had expected. They all had heard the stories in their youth, stories of the warriors of the Emperor and their gleaming form./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Stories of their disciplined appearance. Of their combat expectations of his combat strength had this Titan of war more than surpassed. Runes decorated his armor where the eye could see and he was adorned by a huge pelt. His grey armor showed notches and smaller bullet craters and everywhere odd bone carvings and charms made of the teeth of humongous beasts were draped. His head was bar any protection and his long grey hair still showing strands of a long gone blonde had a coppery shimmer of the blood of his enemies. Fangs not unlike those of a wild beast were seen as his war cry made the marrow in ones bones shiver and his rough, grim face was ornamented with a black-red tattoo./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"No holy warrior stood before them that day…/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Battle beast or avatar of death would have been a more appropriate was a Space Marine of a first founding chapter./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"An Astartes. A son of Russ…./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"A Space Wolf./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Hostor here! My Blood Claws are in position, Jarl. If you want we can strike before the enemy can even draw his next breath+/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"….he didn't get an answer but the Jarl had earlier made him swear to act fast./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Jarl?+/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"His Lord, the leader of his company or "Captain" in other Space Marine chapters, could not be reached. The Vox seemed to have failed over long distances and now the decision was his as a pack leader. His inner beast growled and roared with thirst for battle but a well-though-out decision had to be made./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Spears! Take attack formation! We storm the bui…+/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"His sentence was cut off involuntarily and the decision made for him. Ragnar Blackmane himself had tuned himself in every active Vox connection!/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Brothers! We have a problem here! Lay down any finesse if not necessary! Crush the enemy…NOW!+/div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"When the Jarl had his will made clear the result would drench the ground in heretic blood. A whole great company instantly would rely on the enemy not having enough firepower to penetrate their armors ceramite. The hive was secured in few hours; secured meaning it was a slaughterhouse in the open. The renegades that had the misfortune of meeting the Space Wolves had never seen a warrior of the Emperor that had a clear sight of Hostor were themselves excellent fighters or dead before they could realize what was happening. Hostor was a very strict, wild and grim but most of all a very proficient fighter./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"A ten man squad of former soldiers were efficiently neutralized with his combat knife. It sliced right through their throats, decapitating them, their bleeding out bodies falling lifeless to the ground. The enemies only saw a grey-white silhouette before the darkness of their self-conjured Hel swallowed them. Then the roaring and murdering started anew as Hostors Blood Claws hacked themselves a path to their target. They weren't slowed by finesse but killed efficiently and viciously with steel, bolter and the concentrated fury of a true Son of Russ./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Sven went to his Jarl. The ground crunched audibly under the weight of his armor. Still, the movement of Ragnar's Wolf Guard was fluid and light. Like the others he was merged with his armor, they were one, one unit and for him and all of his brothers it was a second skin./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""My Lord? We lost contact with the Spears and the Thunderfists. I doubt they fell. Your orders?"/div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"His voice was rough and dark, almost like it had a low growling but still full of respect for his Lord./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Jarl, Wolf lord Ragnar Blackmane looked insistently to the leader of his Wolf Guard, showing his still young fangs in a slight grin./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""We have to end this battle as fast as possible. The Great Wolf gave me some information. There are rumors of the appearance of…..well, an artifact…"/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"He said this hesitantly like he himself wasn't exactly sure how to call it or how to explain this information./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""….a relic of the old days. But it's pretty evidently that this is the Thousand Sons' doing. One of their ships was scanned, purely by chance in a neighboring system. We could be there in a few days and are to scout the area."/div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Astonishment and confusion could be sensed for a moment in Sven's scent. He raised his eyebrows skeptically as he raised his dark voice again, "Relic? It's an object worthy of sacrificing a whole planet? Jarl, I can hardly believe that"./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Ragnar looked over to his Wolf Guard and familiar in all earnestness."This object is, if it turns out to be true, more important than my whole company and this system, Sven!"/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Surprised the massive Wolf Guard took a step back as he saw the strange and non-typical reaction of his Jarl and his answer fully sank in. His own bewilderment and pensiveness could not only be smelled but tasted on the tongue./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""As you command, my Jarl!"/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"With that the young King and Jarl of Fenris turned away and made his warriors hurry. Only minutes later a Thunderhawk blasted off to search the area for the two missing troops./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Hostor here! Can you hear me? Somebody?+It seemed they could receive some messages but not send any. Admittedly, this worried him a bit but they had already pulled through worse situations and played with much worse cards./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Nothing, brothers. The mission is to protect the people here but there's no enemy to be seen! We'll go back to the landing zone, even if the march will take hours, we don't have another option! Let's hope we find some heretics. Don't want it to get boring!/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+The pack leader wanted to give another order when a bolter round hit him in the shoulder and sent him tumbling./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Get down!+/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Instantly his pack ducked behind cover and was on lookout for the enemy. For a mere mortal their formation would have looked chaotic but a trained eye saw a perfect defensive formation. The gunners were quickly spotted and Hostor gripped his spear tighter. A Chainglaive , which gave the squad its name. Like a roaring storm they charged directly into the enemy lines. Five of them crashed into armored warriors with head trims in the form of different as the wolves returned fire the wicked warriors stood eerily still as if dead since eons past./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"The heretics did not have to worry about their actual death, the armors only filled by dust and ashes instead of an actual carnal body with human was the first in the enemies' lines and actually happy about their march back to the landing zone not being as boring as he had feared. As he made contact two of the traitors instantly fell and his pack offed the miserable rest. However Fjolnir, one of the newer brothers, fell in the charge. He was dropped by a combined, precise attack and did not survive./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Hostor was notified the same moment his brother perished, however got another message shorty after./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Stormwolves, Thunderfists, here…Jarl? Guard? Anyone?+/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Eryk, the pack leader of a Sky Claws storming pack had found himself in the same troublesome position as his brother Hostor, however neither knew of the other. They were the only squads who had lost contact to the company and their battle brothers./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""Nothing! Damned nothing! Like we have no Vox. Not even interference. It's like it's been turned off!", he roared, smashing his fist against a crumbling wall which in turn lost even more of its massive form. The Thunderfists had delved deep into enemy territory and couldn't simply turn back, like Hostor and his pack could. Still, having no other option they had to try and they would take every single enemy on their way down, eradicating his wretched existence from this warriors then took cover again and found it behind another battered wall. Hailing gunfire drummed their position, interrupted by sounds not unlike a dog's barking. Every child on Fenris recognized from a ten thousand meter distance what interrupted the firing of the enemy. Bolter fire, Phobos pattern. Weapons dating back to the days of the Heresy./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"The pack launched into the air and at once made out the position of the enemy. With elaborate precision they hit them and left their mark in the ground and in the leftover hulls of their enemies. The seemingly disembodied Astartes in red and gold with the emblem of Magnus fired halfhearted and then fell victim to the weapons of the Asgeir.+The Jarl has to know of this….!/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Back to the landing zone!/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"+Hostors spears passed countless habitat blocks and Manufactori. The bodies sometimes even still lay at their work places and sometimes piled up to three could see that these poor souls had worked to their death and not died of violence. Their death came of exhaustion and not by bullets of renegades or the witchfire of heretics. Hostor spat on the ground He loathed the system of the Imperium, since it was mendacious and it was not the way of Fenris to approve of such a spat again and turned up his nose before he shook off those thoughts and concentrated back on the task at hand. Negligence was the death of many warriors and Hostor didn't plan to die because of his lack of he heard Boltgun and Bolt pistol fire. His whole pack had heard it and they carefully advanced through the area to its source. The Thunderfists had been tangled in a gunfight and it seemed they couldn't escape without help./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Hostors pack surrounded the area without him having to raise his voice. Like well-maintained clockwork they knew what to do and executed it in a way that made their movement blur. With every warrior in position, Hostor gave made the sign for the hunt. The forever damned Thousand Sons were shredded and riddled with gunfire. Shortly after, every last Rubric Marine had fallen. Hostor and Eryk Thunderfist met in the middle of the battleground and joined their forearms in a greeting of warriors./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""Hostor! Brother! Your spears arrived just in time! We were stuck in combat"The leader of the Blood Claws nodded briefly. It wasn't the nature of the wolves to talk away or waste hours with senseless babble, however it seemed necessary given the circumstances. He gripped his spear tighter, a growl escaping his throat "We have to go back to the landing zone and to the Jarl fast. I'm confused; I saw troop transports taking off, brother Eryk./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""The young leader of the Sky Claws nodded in agreement and vented his anger and impatience "Meaning the battle is over, yet I see no sign that the enemy is beaten. Magnus' Sons are here, you are right the Jarl has to know of this, although I'm sure he already knows. Still, this has me confused, too, Brother Hostor./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""His hand on his chin the pack leader thought for a moment about this. The behavior of their Lord and the withdrawal of the company were more than unusual./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""I don't get it either", he finally stated with his dark voice, a growl escaping his throat which started to feel dry from all the dust in the air./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""There has to be a valid reason why Lord Blackmane abandons all positions to go for the stars. Our young King is usually always in for a good fight and first to enter battle and last to leave. Well, we'll learn the reason soon enough, let's make sure we are fast on our way back to our brothers./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""Hostor wanted to answer Eryk, he was however interrupted by the roaring of a Thunderhawk above. Routinely both squads took position to secure a landing zone. The packs were lucky, if you will./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Shortly after entering the belly of the Thunderhawk they saw Sherox Prime from several hundreds of meters above and for now left this world behind…./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"In the middle of the central Hololith meeting room all of his pack leaders were present, along with his Wolf Guard and the old Wolf Priest Sigurd./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"All eyes resting on the Jarl they waited for an explanation of their early departure. By now it was clear that the Imperial Guard would take over the job of bringing peace to the planet and that the wolves had every right to go over to the neighboring system./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"A world named Tavia. A name many of them had already heard, old Sagas and memories surfacing to their consciousness and kept them wondering./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Ragnar Blackmane stood before them, arms crossed behind his back. It was silent, the breathing and heartbeat of everyone present could be heard as well as the humming of the machines surrounding them. His look was that of a beast on the verge of obtaining a long-coveted prey./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"He radiated absolute authority as he paced several times before his warriors, looking every one of his warriors in the his face broadened in an unusually large grin showing his still growing fangs in full splendor./div
div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"For a moment even joy could be heard in the voice of the young Jarl, being heard in this moment…/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa""Tell me, my men…..what do you know about our sister….?/div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"Tell me…./div
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div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa"what do you know about the Saga of the daughter of Russ?!"/div