Chapter 3
The next I strode out into the yard. Bolt pistol holstered and held my power axe in two hands. The moving sack raced towards me and I sliced it in two. I looked to my left to see two other Grey Hunters putting together some special sacks. They were putting them together with armour from dead Chaos Marines. They had some strange spell cast over them by the Wolf Priests. One of them suddenly rose to its feet and walked towards me. An old figure appeared at the other end of the yard.
"Fight it!" He called. It was the Rune Priest. I drew my bolt pistol and fired at its eye. It tore straight through it and blasted the stuffing from the other side. It carried on coming. It pressed a rune on its chainsword and the blades began to spin.
"Oh bugger." I said under my breath. I slashed at its chainsword arm with my power axe. It fell to the ground. Still the armoured sack kept coming. I fired repeatedly with my bolt pistol. Eventually the sack was shredded and shards of armour lay everywhere. I swiped with my axe down at the neck and ripped his head apart. I picked up the helmet, the only remaining piece of armour, and tossed it to the two Grey Hunters.
"Thanks Danius." One called. I gestured to him. I glanced in front of me and saw the Rune Priest looking at me. He called for me. I jogged over to him.
"Yes sir." I asked. We continued walking.
"Well Danius, I want to talk to you come to my hut." I walked with him to his hut. It was a small rustic hut. It had a fire and a small table in the centre. I sat down. "Know my son, I wanted to tell you this, because you are talented. This is a great opportunity, but I need to know if you will go. I have seen your talent and decided that it would be a great idea if you joined one of the bigger Great Companies. You need some experience Danius. That is why I have got it authorised for you to join Logan Grimnar's Company. His company goes on many campaigns and the experience would do you much good. Well my son, will you go?" I thought for a while. About Rolf, I thought about my battle brothers, and then came to a decision.
"I'll go." My face was solemn.
"I know it'll do you good son." The Rune Priest said.
A few days later I was being picked up in a Thunderhawk along with some other Wolves. The Thunderhawk seemed surprisingly clean. The Thunderhawk rose and I watched our island disappear. I fell asleep quite quickly. When I awoke I saw a huge fang shaped fortress.
"So this is Logan Grimnar's fortress." I thought. I looked opposite me. There was a marine who had odd features. He had dark red hair, like blood. He had a necklace of fangs around his neck. He had an odd-looking scar on his chin, in the shape of a two-headed wolf!
Later we arrived in the fortress that turned out to be called the Fang. We were told to report to the coliseum the next day. We were taken to strange rooms with rock solid beds.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." I thought. Suddenly a P.A. sounded.
"Tomorrow you shall report to the coliseum for a briefing and you shall taste the holy water of Russ."
"Interesting" I thought. Then, all of a sudden, the doors closed, it was like a barred cell. "I could go mad in here."
The next I strode out into the yard. Bolt pistol holstered and held my power axe in two hands. The moving sack raced towards me and I sliced it in two. I looked to my left to see two other Grey Hunters putting together some special sacks. They were putting them together with armour from dead Chaos Marines. They had some strange spell cast over them by the Wolf Priests. One of them suddenly rose to its feet and walked towards me. An old figure appeared at the other end of the yard.
"Fight it!" He called. It was the Rune Priest. I drew my bolt pistol and fired at its eye. It tore straight through it and blasted the stuffing from the other side. It carried on coming. It pressed a rune on its chainsword and the blades began to spin.
"Oh bugger." I said under my breath. I slashed at its chainsword arm with my power axe. It fell to the ground. Still the armoured sack kept coming. I fired repeatedly with my bolt pistol. Eventually the sack was shredded and shards of armour lay everywhere. I swiped with my axe down at the neck and ripped his head apart. I picked up the helmet, the only remaining piece of armour, and tossed it to the two Grey Hunters.
"Thanks Danius." One called. I gestured to him. I glanced in front of me and saw the Rune Priest looking at me. He called for me. I jogged over to him.
"Yes sir." I asked. We continued walking.
"Well Danius, I want to talk to you come to my hut." I walked with him to his hut. It was a small rustic hut. It had a fire and a small table in the centre. I sat down. "Know my son, I wanted to tell you this, because you are talented. This is a great opportunity, but I need to know if you will go. I have seen your talent and decided that it would be a great idea if you joined one of the bigger Great Companies. You need some experience Danius. That is why I have got it authorised for you to join Logan Grimnar's Company. His company goes on many campaigns and the experience would do you much good. Well my son, will you go?" I thought for a while. About Rolf, I thought about my battle brothers, and then came to a decision.
"I'll go." My face was solemn.
"I know it'll do you good son." The Rune Priest said.
A few days later I was being picked up in a Thunderhawk along with some other Wolves. The Thunderhawk seemed surprisingly clean. The Thunderhawk rose and I watched our island disappear. I fell asleep quite quickly. When I awoke I saw a huge fang shaped fortress.
"So this is Logan Grimnar's fortress." I thought. I looked opposite me. There was a marine who had odd features. He had dark red hair, like blood. He had a necklace of fangs around his neck. He had an odd-looking scar on his chin, in the shape of a two-headed wolf!
Later we arrived in the fortress that turned out to be called the Fang. We were told to report to the coliseum the next day. We were taken to strange rooms with rock solid beds.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." I thought. Suddenly a P.A. sounded.
"Tomorrow you shall report to the coliseum for a briefing and you shall taste the holy water of Russ."
"Interesting" I thought. Then, all of a sudden, the doors closed, it was like a barred cell. "I could go mad in here."