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What’s Your Saga?

Uther Dragon-Wolf [If someone could give the German for Dragon-Wolf I would appreciate it]

Uther started his Saga as a young man. He was not the strongest or the best warrior of his tribe that called them selves The Sea Dragons. What made him stand out was his sometimes reckless courage. Is during a fight with a small kraken he truly proved this. He leapt onto it with an axe in one hand and grabbed on with the other. This action gave the rest of the tribe time to regroup and slay the creature. However this battle left him mortally wounded. This is when Ulric claimed him.
During The Test of Morkai he was successful, but only barely. He was set upon by a trio of Wulfen as he reached the half way point of his journey. Though grievously injured he managed to defeat them and finish the test.
As a young Blood Claws he also proved a strong inner will once more. In one battle he led the charge vs. a Carnifex that belched flame, nearly wiping out a Imperial Guard Unit. Killing with his Power Axe he was nearly killed once more by its death throws. He returned to the fight just days later this time with the nickname “Dragon-Wolf” given to him by the local Guard unit he saved.
One mission the Thunderhawk he was on took a hit from an Ork fighter sending it crashing in a set of badlands. Climbing from the wreckage there was only him and the remains of 2 Skyclaws Packs and a bunch of Fenrisian Wolves. The first thing he did was to take command of the Skyclaws and then exert dominance over the Fenrisian Wolves. Cutting his way out of Thunderhawk he found themselves in a set of broken badlands. Thinking quickly he grabbed a Power Axe, Plasma Pistol and a Flamer, he and his new Pack donned Jump-Packs and started hunting green skins.
During this time he came across a group of Ork Bikers, Killer Kans and a Death Dred, He quickly organized an assault on the small Mob. One of the Skyclaws and the wolves closed on the bikers wile he and his Pack jumped the Dreads. The bikers were quickly overran and they made short work of the Kans. The Death Dred was much harder to crack. With some work they finally defeated it, this time was different, and Uther came out uninjured. Having depleted their fuel for the Jump Packs, they grabbed the Ork bikes and with a little work got them working. With a Power Axe in one hand he went hunting once more.
Now a Grey Hunter he once more found himself fighting Tyranids. This time it was a Lictor that was his bane, it jumped his Pack and he then leapt upon it with a Power Axe and slew it quickly. This time he only lost his eye.
When the last of his Pack was killed fighting Chaos near the Eye of Terror he became a Lone Wolf. Finding solace with the decedents of the Wolf Pack he had lead years ago. This was the only endeavor he ever failed at. He went to war vs. Chaos, charging anything bigger than him. With a Frost Axe in One hand and a Bolt Pistol in the other he destroyed many a creature of Chaos. At the end of the campaign he was distraught, wondering why he had not joined his brothers. Ulric suggested that maybe he had a greater destiny to fulfill. Ulric Suggested that he go and hunt down a Blackmane. If he killed it with his bear hands, it would prove that he a Legendary Beast Slayer, if he did not survive, he would join his Wolf Brothers.
Uther went on his quest, months later he found a Legendary Blackmane. He tracked it for weeks before pouncing upon it. In a hour long battle they struggled before Uther was victorious. When he returned Logan was there to great him. He asked Uther to join his Personal Wolf Guard. Uther jumped at the chance. Ulric gifted him with a Thunder Hammer, suggesting that he should use it for fighting monsters. Uther did well as a Wolf Guard, but his tendency to charge stuff bigger than him kept getting him mauled.
His days as a Wolf Guard ended when he was asked to lead an assault on a trader Marine stronghold. He once more turned to the pack of Fenrisian Wolves that served him so well in the past. Leading an assault using a Land Raider Crusader he breached the walls and charged a Chaos Dreadnaught. The destruction of the Dreadnaught in one blow was all that was needed at the start of the battle. It was at this time asked Logan to never let him go into battle with out his wolves. Logan jokingly agreed saying “I seems to be the only way to keep you out of the infirmary”.
Currently Logan ask Uther to lead Assaults against Large creatures and Vehicles.

Wolf Guard Battle Leader “Battle Dancer” {I have no idea what the German for this is}
[A note on Character Names: Most of the names are the names of Old D&D Characters. I thought that I would also use the German versions of the names so they would sound a little different.]

He got the name “Battle Dancer” during the 1st Battle of Armageddon. He was part of the Grey Hunter Packs on the River Chaeron. His pack was overran by one of Chaos hordes and almost wiped out. Disarmed he reached out for any weapon and picked up a spear fought with all of his remaining strength, during this fight those around him were affected by a pack of Slaanesh Daemonettes Aura of Acquiescence. As “Battle Dancer charged in to the unit of Slaanesh Daemonettes those under the effect could swore that he “danced” as he fought.
Eventually the other Grey Hunters came to his Pack’s aid, but it was to late. Only he and one other had survived. His pack mate was so injured that he almost did not make it, his fate though was to become on of the chapters new Dreadnaughts taking the place of one of the heroes that fell in the river battle.
Recovering from his own wounds he was able to take part of the final battles. He joined this battle as a Lone Wolf though. Taking up a Frost Axe in one hand and Storm Bolter in the other he charged anything bigger than himself. In one battle he saw a Chaos Soul-Grinder in close combat with one of the Armageddon Guard units. Seeing his chance for greater glory he took the demolition pouch of a fallen Guardsman and charged the Soul-Grinder.
Quickly strapping it to his axe he slid under it embedding the axe into its belly. The ensuing explosion blew it almost in half and sent “Battle Dancer” about 20m away. As he awoke he though he had managed to die a warriors death when a white haze of a image was over him. It turned out to be a Grey Knight. He reached down and picked him up and asked him if was going to live. “Battle Dancer” looked at him ad said not by choice. “Battle Dancer” swore the Grey Knight almost chuckled and told him if he had a death wish this was the place and then tuned and charged off towards a pack of Chaos Hounds. “Battle Dancer” reached down for the nearest weapon he could find and picked up one of the fallen Grey Knight’s glaives and Charged off to confront a Pack of Bloodletters.
Later aboard one of the ship as he contemplated his fate for not being able to die his glorious death, Ragnar came to him and asked if he was interested joining his Wolf Guard, he had at least earned that much. Looking down at the Grey Knight weapon he decided that he would, but first he needed to return something. He grabbed the next shuttle heading towards the planet and found a battle that had some Grey Knights in it. He charged into battle once more. This time after the battle he returned the glaive to there “Pack Leader”. Once more the Grey Knight spoke to him with a simple thank you.
Back on Fenris he went to the Iron Priest to have them fashion new blade. While he was there he encountered his former Pack Mate just before he went into his slumber. They shared there war stories once more. The old Iron Priest made him work for his blade. He spent much time moving heavy things and other task. When he was done he was given his new Frost Glaive.
He was also sent to train with the “Death Watch”. His time with the “Death Watch” a busy time as he went on many missions. He also encountered the Grey Knights 2 more times, and was very impressed with them, though he knick named them the Ghost Knights as they always seemed to be only shadowy figures that would appear and disappear at will.
After returning from that training he joined Ragnar’s Wolf Guard eventually leading them. When he was allowed to start forming his “Own” Wolf Guard” he stared to fashion them after the “Ghost Knights”, with Storm Bolters or Combi-Flamers and Frost Blades.

Maulkorb [Muzzle] and Blitz [Lone Wolf Brothers]
[Note: I found a language translator]

Muzzle and Blitz as they have been named or the years are a competitive set of twins. They competed for everything as they grew up. They competed for who could higher, run faster throw farther and as they grew older kill more. This developed into a trait of trophy collecting, everything from teeth, ears heads and even fingers.
One day something crawled out of the sea and attacked there village, the both of them picked up sword and shield and charged forward to be the fist one to lay a blow and then it was who could kill it. The both of them were drug under the water never to bee seen by there village again.
They both woke up in an infirmary on Asaheim. Here there completive streak was once more invoked as they almost got into a fight over who was the closest to death. The Iron Priest and the Wolf Priest looking over them then looked over at each other at the same time and said Ragnar at the same time.
There fights during there initiation rights almost became legendary. They would get into fight over things like who cleaned there weapon first, who could be the first one selected for the next phase of training. Once there fighting got so bad the Lukas had to beat them both unconscious just to get some quiet and then they fought over he when unconscious fist. The Test of Morkai did not help much, one was the first back, but the other had made a large kill.
As Blood Claws they excelled in close combat, they spent time as Skyclaws and as Swiftclaws. They did have the habit if left unsupervised on the battle field to go out with there Blood Claw Pack and go on unauthorized “Field Trips” behind enemy lines looking for “Trophies”.
It was decided early on that when they finished there time as Blood Claws that they were going to the Wolf Scouts. This suited them fine as it gave them opportunity to go on “Trophy Hunts”. This did however focus their energies in a positive direction. Their Wolf Guard Pack Leader convinced them that if they documented their “Trophy Hunts” that they could get more glory and honor over it. They may have gone out more than once on a hunt only to come back with invaluable information.
The fate came in. during the “Eye of Terror” Campaign there scout pack got isolated behind enemy lines. As they continued there gorilla war the pack was slowly shrinking, eventually it was just the two of them.
When they would run low on supplies and they would just get more from the enemy. If a piece of equipment broke they would just replace it from one of their trophy collections. It was this habit that would be there down fall.
They had replaced most of there armor with that of fallen traitor marines and were in an enemy camp looking for some supplies when they spotted a Traitor Marine Capitan. They jumped him with all of their might and slew him, but both of them lost there weapons in the struggle. They grabbed the nearest weapons, a pair of Power Swords from the weapons rack nearby and got out of there. The swords turned out to be minor demonic weapons, but they did not relies this until years later.
After the campaign they when back to there old ways of fighting and bickering constantly. Nobody noticed the slow change coming over them. Many thought it was the Mark of the Wulfen, but this was a little different. During battle they would start out normal, but by the end of the battle they would both be in a berserk state that could take hours for them to come out of.
One day something happened onboard one of there war ships one of them pulled a knife on his brother. It took both Ragnar and Lukas to pull them apart. There fights had always been with fist, but never with weapons. They were both put in isolation until they returned to Fenris.
On Fenris the Wolf Priest and Iron Priest examined them and then there trophy collections. They found that many of there “Eye of Terror Trophies” had a level of taint to them. Njal was called in.
Njal spent many weeks studding everything and determined a few things. They and their Trophies were tainted with the blood of Khorne. This was the corrupting force behind there escalating violence and would corrupt them eventually. This would also eventually kill them if they if they were separated from them to long.
The two of them for once blamed them selves instead of there brother of their failing. Ulric then stepped in. and ask how long would this corrupting force take to consume them. Njal said about a hundred years or so. Ulric took the two of them to go and cool off on opposite side of Asaheim.
Njal and Ulric consulted with Logan and Ragnar on what to do with them. After many days of discussion the solution was simple let them have the warriors death they deserved. Let them also wear there shame.
It took weeks for the Wolf scouts to find the two of them. They were both found living with packs of wolves. The two of them had found a level of piece in there feral existence, but the chance to die the warriors death also gave them new focus.
Currently they run with the wolves when not at war. In times of war they don their armor, shields and pick up their swords and seek the howl of Morkai.

The Saga of Salka Sword-Flayer

(As told by the warriors of Blood-Fen)


And Lo, a malevolent chill of cold weather came forth.
It heralded a man, born strong in the North.
He was born with a fire, that burned very bright.
A smoldering soul, that lit up the night.
Salka, his name, a slayer of men.
He led the brave warriors, who hailed from Blood-Fen.
To the men from the south, he made a bold claim,
He would slay them all, in the Darkest One's names.
So he marched forth the legions, and swept like a crow,
Bringing with him the darkness, the unending shadow."

Guess you could have Ormswulfen or Drakswulfen. Or Wurmwulfen if you wanted to alliterate.

not such good news on the Battle Dancer:
Kampftänzer

Old Norse might be better- there are 9 results for battle
danzleikr for dance

more importantly look forward to reading the sagas when my brian gets warmed up

Chibi Bodge-Battle wrote:Guess you could have Ormswulfen or Drakswulfen. Or Wurmwulfen if you wanted to alliterate.

not such good news on the Battle Dancer:
Kampftänzer

Old Norse might be better- there are 9 results for battle
danzleikr for dance

more importantly look forward to reading the sagas when my brian gets warmed up

Your brian, eh?


Also, these are looking pretty good!

lol
well evidently my brain hadn't warmed up enough!

might i ask what going on... like is it like anyone and everyones saga or just Warhammer sagas?


btw looks really cool

It was suposed to a Space Wolf one, but any will do.

Surely sagas are a Viking thing

We posting sagas? cool...

Gore spattered and battle weary lone Agmundr, son of Abbe, son of Mighty Arta, marched. Armour he wore, fashioned from the metals of the living earth, made strong with steel and adimantium. In his hands was gripped fell Jormungandr, blade of ruin and wrath. For a fortnight it sang its keening call, summoning its foes to their red deaths. At his waist Fenrisulfr was fastened, who’s thunderous retorts spat flame and damnation. A grand company did set out from the halls of Russ, each brother’s chest swelling with battle-pride and blood-thirst. Their voices rose together in a resonant song, reminding each of battles long since passed and glories still awaiting. They marched east, in metal long-boats through the cold waters of the void. They drank and feasted, holding competition for honours at the front of the melee. Awaiting them was fair Niflheim, world of ice and hardship, world of warriors. The great beast had come to this place, the foul green Jotun, brining torches and smoke. In hordes they swept the glacial planes, burning and pillaging, until almost all the fair children of the Allfather were food for carrion-birds. Finally the fair children sent for aid to the mighty sons of Russ on the wings of black ravens, and waited for the warrior-brotherhood to come. Come they had, and glorious bloodshed followed in their wake. The Jotun trembled at the sword-skill and death-dances of the Russ, fled like deer with wolves at their heels. But the Jotun were many and the Sons few. For each beast slain tens upon tens upon tens arose to take its place, reaping a bloody toll on the Russ. Now finally, of all the grand company of warrior-men that had undertook this battle, only lone Agmundr remained. His heart sang laments for his lost brothers, and his hand trembled for retribution. To the den of the green Jotun he walked, in company with the ghosts of his brothers, now in perpetual combat in Asgard with the Allfather. The beasts were gathered, divvying up the loot they had claimed at the end of an axe. Agmundr bellowed his challenge, shaking snow of the rocky ceiling. He cleaved with mighty Jormungandr, creating sprays of blood-mist and war-wounds. Fenrisulfr was risen, spitting heated death and crying its own cacophonous death-dirge. Breast high the piles of Jotun grew, floating in a sea of blood. None could look on Agmundr, for great and terrible his countenance had become. After much effort only the Jotun chief remained, standing taller than a Son of Russ, be-decked in plate and mail stolen from all over the great void. A great axe he wielded, dripping with the life-fluids of fair children and warriors alike. The beast gave voice to its own battle-song, a guttural growl from deep within its chest. Agmundr fired Fenrisulfr, but the mighty weapon had had no affect. Setting in with Jormungandr, Agmundr delivered many strikes, each more devastating than the last. The Jotun Chief fought savagely, hacking to and fro with its dread-axe. It managed a lucky strike, biting deep into the chest of Agmundr. Filled with battle-rage and the voices of his brothers Agmundr spun mighty Jormungandr in a wide arc, cutting the head from the Jotun Chief’s shoulders. Agmundr stood over the body of the Jotun Chief, smote upon his blade, and rejoiced as his life-blood seeped from his body. His brothers had been avenged.

This is a fantasy Warriors of Chaos saga. But I thought it would be apropriate here.

"Rouk Shadowbrand, stood a foot taller then the tallest man, Long blond hair flew down to his shoulders. He was a restless man and as a maruder ambitious and cunning."

"He fought the cruel Dark Elves in the forests of misery, and the Knights of Bretonnia and even a swarm of the diesase ridden Skaven. but their magics had no effect upon Shadowbrand's clan for they sold their souls to Allfather Nurgle."

"He even crept to the mountain-homes of the dwarves, where he slew them and made a mountain of skull's one each for men,women,children and animals."

"He fought untill a ancient suit of Chaos armor was offered to him, and Nurgle blessed him with a mighty steed to ride into battle.
Shadowbrand was restless yet, and his band of warriors marched from the corpse covered mountains to the forests of the Wood Elves"

"His warband marched for 8 days and 8 night's their unholy presence made the wood's rot and blister with plague filled buboes.
The Wood Elves met them in battle."

"Their sly tactics were useless as their arrows did not harm, or even make the Northmen flinch, as the Wood Elves fleed for the trees, The Northmen slew them, And Shadowbrand made the Queen of the woods rot into a shambling zombie."

"The Wormwood clan stood, undefeated."

-Bard from the Chaos Wastes