New warriors to join the lost Fyf! Been really happy with the progress i've been making. In probably less than a year i've actually gotten almost as many models completed as my previous 6. Here's some fun pictures and a little bit of fluff!
Dempsey knelt, in his mind quickly taking stock of his wounds. Bruised eye socket, several broken ribs, and his knee was most likely torn from its socket. He knew under the care of the Wolf Priests these would heal quickly, even as the Bellisarian Furnace raged. He was an ancient warrior, born in the shadow of Luna on Terra itself, forged in the fires of the rubicon primaris. What would take much longer to heal would be his pride. He’d only landed one solid blow on his opponent, and even that he can’t be sure wasn’t intentional.
Ringr, the Jarl of Fyf stood tall above him, “It is one thing to have learned of our customs, blood of Terra. All who fight under the banner of Russ have the right to speak, have the right to question, and the right to challenge their Jarl. Now you have lived it. They are not the same are they?”
“No, my Lo… Jarl”
Ringr looked around, addressing Dempsey, but making it clear to all the warriors circling them, forming the circle of honor, a motley collection of the few remaining warriors remaining to Fyf and their Primaris reinforcements, “As was agreed, he who triumphed would be able to ask anything of the other, so… I will give you a choice. Never again, will a drop of mjod pass your lips. Or, given that you look like one of the Lion’s pretty ones, you can take a proper cut of Fenris. As well, you will dye it the color of a Trolls nethers in heat.”
Dempsey paused a moment, unsure how to respond… before showing a full fang-toothed grin, “Someone get me a damned razor.”
Ringr bellowed with laughter, grasped Dempsey by the gauntlet and hauled him to his feet, “Come brother, I’ll let you decide whether it be a male or female troll.”
As Dempsey walked with Ringr towards the Wolf Priests, though feeling his pride much wounded, couldn’t help but feel a moment of happiness properly taking part in the new family of warriors he’s been inducted to. Besides, of course he couldn’t pick the Mjod. If truth be told, he had begun to gain a taste for it.
The Bloodied Claws, Long Fang aggressors pack have not only adapted to primaris warfare, but have reveled in it. After many years spent on the back lines directing fire and leveling heavy death at the enemy, these raucous members of the rout now donned heavy gravis armor and have thrown themselves fist first into the enemy. They’ve done so with such ruthlessness that it’s started friendly rivalry amongst the blood claw packs who now plunge into battle alongside them, laughter, boasting, and screams of blood tallies piercing through the chaos of the battle.