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Son of Russ ? Yes maybe I was one, once. But it doesn't matter anymore. My eyes have been opened. I'm a son of the hydra now, brother to yoshoio toronaga. I am now no one, and one who is many. My name doesn't matter, only my mission does
The headsman, champion of the buried dagger.
Arknel Virkið . Hersir Meistari of the first wolfspear jarldom, sworn to Irik stanioff. This minis is to be used as a Ragnar blackmane for my wolfspears army.
The scouts of the wolf spears are all nicknamed fellows of the ravens. All are adept of the cult of mordraii. The raven fenrisian god of wisdom and self exploration, exalting solitude and discovery by itself instead of enjoying brotherhood by an hearth
My last three varagyrs headtakers for the wolfspears, alongside the whole unit pictures. Those guys are the perfect anti elite
Fenris. Holdja everyone. I decided to begin to paint the wolfspears and I wrote some lore about them, mostly. to flesh them out and decide the vibe I will go with my armies. I mainly used the white dwarf article as the source, so it will clash with the latest cawl book
enjoy !
[The Vlkya Olgyta.
The warriors of the void
The wolves hunting among the sea of the star
Olgyta is an old fenrisian word.
First used to designate the black sky in the middle of the cold fenrisian night. After the coming of the Allfather Olgyta became a word to talk about the void. The cold and dark space between different planet. Another adjective for the sea of stars in its more ruthless aspect.
But Olgyta took with the time passing another meaning. One of a person with a cruel and aloof personnality, bearing a heart as cold and black as the dark void.
In the era indomitus and the expanding of Russ lineage, Olgyta become a word associated with one successor of the Space wolves. The Wolfspears. The “grimwolves”, as Erik Morkai named them; Relentless hunters bringing terror to the Allfather ennemies. The young chapter decided to fully embrace their sinister reputation by taking the fenrisian name of Vlka Olgyta, the wolves of the void.
The cold and ruthless warriors whose home is in the dark void of space.
The wolfspears are not a brotherhood of boastful and cheering warriors who loudly celebrate their victories. They are chapter of pale hunters who made mockery of their enemies defense and skills. For them fear is a tool as potent as a keen blade. To face them is to find himself assailed of all side by predators circling closer and closer to their prey, until the smell of fear is strong enough to drive them into killing frenzy. They are grey ghost fighting at night and moving both unnoticed and so obviously to their prey. Stalking unrentlessly, unopposed against all odds. To face them is to face fear itself. Cold, creeping and unforgiving, just like their black heart are.]