Finally, it was the end of July, and I had actually gotten things done! Everything was highlighted, detailed, base rims painted, battle damaged, and varnished - and every model had gotten some fluff snippet written about him.
Pict-capture of Ælfbane’s Skullhewers in battle alongside Svarnir Ironblood(Click on any image in this post and the next to see a much larger version)Ælfbane’s Skullhewers — Ashen Stalker Pack armed with Stalker-pattern bolt rifles
Greger’s pack all have iron fused into their wrist rings instead of the standard bronze to ward against the evil spirits of the Warp and indicate their Eldar hunting proficiency (based on their resemblance to beings harmed by iron in Fenrisian mythology).Greger Ælfbane
Greger is quiet and watchful, his oft-laconic nature the cause of many a boisterous jest by once-fellow Bloodclaws. Many such were deemed poorly veiled challenges by the cunning young Wolf and swiftly settled with a few choice blows silently struck by Greger as lunged to his feet.
Serving as a Bloodclaw and then briefly a Grey Hunter, Greger became a Wolf Scout shortly before the Fall of Cadia - a posting that meshed his nature well with the other reserved, independent pack members. Hunting for several decades under Morkai’s Reaving (as some of the more superstitious Wolves refer to the Great Rift), Ælfbane proved an excellent counter-stalker of the self-important, slender Eldar Rangers. Greger credits the bearing of worked iron for his success against the evil souls of the leaf-eared pirates, cannily predicting and assaulting their positions with quick flanking strikes. A particularly bloody campaign on the agri-colony of Karevol III cemented his battle-name in saga.
Greger led two packs of Wolf Scouts in a counter-ambush against a large force of corsairs, destroying a large portion of the leaf-ears with a devastating crossfire of sniper bolts and missile contrails. Those flushed from their positions were struck down by concealed combat blade wielders or ran afoul of emplaced grenade clusters-turned-trip wire mines. In a singular display of unrestrained hatred, Ælfbane heated his iron worked wrist ring to a brilliant yellow-orange glow in a nearby spouting flame before advancing on a shot-pierced Eldar commander. Ignoring several razor cuts from shuriken discs, Greger stamped the Autarch's spine in two above the hips, then reached down and ripped the ebon crested helm from his head and savagely plunged the still glowing ring into his enemy's eye. Acid-laced spittle added an additional sizzle of flesh to the now-aflame, screaming features of the leaf-eared welp as Greger’s minute-long, fang-bared howl carried his opponent’s soul into the Warp.
Greger had volunteered previously to undergo the Rubicon Primaris rites, though a halt was ordered by the Priests of many of the Great Companies due to the deaths occurring in the attempts. He renewed his request directly to Krom, with Rikard Stormbound’s consent, in the wake of the Wolf Priests’ acceptance of new refinements to the Rubicon rites when those reached Fenris, indicating increased survival chances for the conversion to the Primaris template - though the incorporation of the Primaris organs still appeared to have increased difficulty among those of Russ’s gene-lineage. The Drakeslayers’ High Lord barked a single laugh and inclined his head in approval - a few hours later, Greger was dead.
He remained that way for 18 minutes - then his newly implanted Belisarian Furnace roared to life, and with it, Ælfbane. Adjusting to the Primaris body reforging took him some time, as did the integration of several pieces of his old armor into new Tacticus and Phobos suits by the Iron Priests. Greger re-swore his oaths of fealty to Stormbound and Krom Dragongaze on the twin, worked iron bands fused into his armored wrists, the second having been earned with his earlier elevation to the Wolf Guard. Rikard set him as a temporary pack leader over a mixed group of former Grey Shields and newly proven Fenrisian Primaris until Greger felt they had found their way, and though he could have relinquished the command to the likely pack alpha, he relishes the company of the more subdued Pack members to the boisterous companions he'd have in the Wolf Guard.Olof Fenreaper
The eldest of the unit in sequential years, though barely past one hundred Terran in years lived outside stasis, Olof was extracted from Fenris after Archmagos Dominus Cawl declared the Primaris project successful and the generation of Marines began. Fenreaper remembers only vague snippets of images and noises from the Fang after being escorted there bloody and near-broken by a Wolf Priest, but the adolescent memories will strike at strange times, fighting through his hypno-indoctrination, as he wanders the domain of the Drakeslayers.
Some Greyshields, including Olof and fellow squad mates, had been removed from stasis for brief periods for proving testing of new forms of weaponry and armor, and Olof excelled at long range fire fights with various extended range bolt weapons. When the torch fleet bearing Olof and his fellow Greyshield Wolves arrived at the Fang, the less than warm welcome for lost brothers he expected made him determined to earn the respect of his fellow Wolves, a mark he feels he has hit as the second to his current pack leader.Dren Stalking-spear
Youngest of Ælfbane’s pack, Dren is one of the newest Primaris Wolves, from a group created wholly on Fenris. Stalking-spear quickly mastered his own temperament and proved his worth as a marksman, accelerating his advancement out of the Star Reaper pack he began his training in. The fall from the heavens no longer held joy for the young Wolf, and while he still reveled in the cleaving dance, he found greater love in the carefully placed annihilation of a single bolt from a distance. While he still bears no true grey in his hair, Dren’s fangs have grown to an acceptable - though short - length, and he bears the brunt of his pack’s jests with a ready smile and quick retorts.