Craftworld Ulthwe Warhost

1000Pts Battle Armylist

HQ:
Farseer
+Singing Spear
+Runes of Warding
+Spirit Stones
+Doom
+Guide
=138Pts

Troops:
5 Dire Avengers
+Exarch
+Shimmershield
=87Pts

Dedicated Transport:
Falcon
+Bright Lance
+Holo-Field
=180Pts

10 Guardian Defenders
+Warlock
+Singing Spear
+Conceal
+Plasma Warhead Launcher
=143Pts

Heavy Support:
5 Dark Reapers
+Exarch
+Tempest Launcher
=207Pts

3 War Walkers
+6 Starcannons
=240Pts

Total:
=995Pts

Craftworld Ulthwe Warhost

2000Pts Battle:

HQ:
Farseer
+Runes of Warding
+Runes of Witnessing
+Spirit Stones
+Doom
+Guide
=145Pts

Elites:
10 Fire Dragons
+Exarch
+Firepike
+Tank Hunters
=195Pts

Dedicated Transport:
Wave Serpent
+Twin-Linked Scatter Lasers
+Spirit Stone
=125Pts

10 Howling Banshees
+Exarch
+Executioner
+Acrobatic
+War Shout
=192Pts

Dedicated Transport:
Wave Serpent
+Twin-Linked Bright Lances
+Spirit Stone
=145Pts

Troops:
5 Dire Avengers
+Exarch
+Shimmershield
+Defend
=102Pts

Dedicated Transport:
Falcon
+Bright Lance
+Shuriken Cannon
+Holo-Field
+Spirit Stone
=200Pts

10 Guardian Defenders
+Warlock
+Singing Spear
+Conceal
+Plasma Warhead Launcher
=143Pts

Fast Attack:
10 Swooping Hawks
+Exarch
+Hawk's Talon
+Intercept
+Skyleap
=252Pts

Heavy Support:
5 Dark Reapers
+Exarch
+Tempest Launcher
+Fast Shot
+Crack Shot
=237Pts

3 War Walkers
+6 Starcannons
+3 Spirit Stones
=255Pts

Total:
=1991Pts

Great Company

Jorgmundasson’s Great Company

HQ
1. Wolf Lord Jorgmundasson (Logan Grimnar count-as)
2. Wolf Guard Battle Leader Kjostolv Wolfbrother (Canis Wolfborn count-as)
3. Rune Priests:

• Master of Runes Svald Grimbold (Njal Storm Caller count-as)
• Hagar Trollsbane
• Manni Sunstreaker

4. Wolf Priests:

• Elvar the Scarred
• Birgar the Bold

Elites
1. Ancient Nicodemus (Venerable Dreadnought)
2. Lone Wolf Kyrii Thunderstorm (TH/SS)
3. Wolf Scout Pack Volmar
4. Wolf Guard:

• TDA Pack Hrothgar (2 combi plasma, frost blade, wolf claw, power fists, chain fist)
• Olgar (wolf claw, combi melta)
• Sigmundur (frost axe, combi melta)
• Torvald (power fist, combi melta)
• Sven (frost blade, bolt pistol)

Troops
Grey Hunters:

• Pack Lupinesson (2 Melta)
• Pack Snorrisson (2 Melta)
• Pack Rjieksson (2 Plasma)

Fast Attack
Fenrisian Wolves x14

Motor Pool
1. Rhinos:

• Uggi
• Villi
• Avaldi

2. Vindicators:

• Thundercrasher
• Stormherald

3. Land Raider Crusader Lucario
4. Drop Pod

1000 pts Space Wolves vs Space Marines

The hot air blew across the blasted wasteland of the Sindel Prime. Rune Priest Svald Grimbold had landed on the planet to secure materials needed for the repairs of the Strike Cruiser Grudge-bearer. After the mock-battle with the Imperial Fists on Serpentine’s World, Svald had launched his Strike Cruiser to his Wolf Lord’s aid at Hydraponus IV. They had arrived just in time to participate in an orbital ship-to-ship battle. Grudge-bearer had plunged like a fiery spear into the very heart of the Hive Fleet, ripping its heart out at heavy cost. Grudge-bearer lost almost all warp-propulsion drives and had suffered grievous damage to all other systems. Wolf Lord Jorgmundarsson had ordered Svald to source for a repair port before meeting the rest of the Great Company back at Fenris. Grudge-bearer simply could not keep up with the rest of the fleet.

Svald had landed on Sindel Prime, thinking it was an excellent place to stop for repairs. The battle-scarred planet had been long abandoned but his ship scanners had revealed an underground Astartes complex filled with the supplies necessary. Svald decided he would simply take the required parts needed for repairs and owe a debt of honour to the Chapter it belonged to. Such was life on Fenris. One simply took what was available then and there; and owed a debt of honour to be repaid in the future.

Yet, this was not Fenris and not everyone was a Wolf of Russ. The Imperial Fists arriving to defend the complex after the alarms sounded had not reacted well to Svald’s communications. They hurled insults at the Space Wolves, calling them flea-bitten dogs unworthy of the title of Astartes. It became apparent that the complex belonged to the Imperial Fists who considered the Space Wolves to be Chaos Marauders. Svald’s attempts to dissuade them from battle were simply ignored.

With him were the Grey Hunter Packs; Snorrisson, Lupinesson and Rjieksson deployed in Rhinos. Svald was ready to push out to the rendezvous point where Grudge-bearer would retrieve them and the cargo. He rued the fact that Thundercrasher was not at his command at this engagement. A Kraken-pattern demolisher shell would punch through the lines of the Imperial Fists and allow them access. This had to be done the hard way, with bolter and chainsword. Contacting the bondsman Captain on the Strike Cruiser, Svald instructed the Captain to pass the word to Wolf Guard Pack Hrothgar to be ready for orbital drop pod assault to attack the Imperial Fist Rhinos. This would allow his troops the chance to break the lines.

Svald using the power of his mind, hurled Living Lightning at the Imperial Fist Rhino, exploding it in a display of psychic mind. Several marines died in the blast, their armour failing to save them. Hrothgar’s drop pod slammed down into the ground, its petals opening like thunder. The Wolf Guards opened fire and then charged the survivors, killing them to a man. Their power fists, chainfist, wolf claw and frost axe ran red with Astartes blood. The other Imperial Fist squad disembarked. A full tactical squad emerged; bolt rounds, melta-fire and a howling krak missile heralding their arrival. In the smoke and heat of battle, the Wolf Guard emerged victorious but down by two. Hrothgar pulled the remainder of his pack back to the safety of the drop pod. However skilled they were individually in battle, it was clear they could not prevail against the might of such heavy firepower and numbers.

A Terminator Captain and a squad of Terminators teleported on the field of battle, just behind Svald’s Rhinos. “Throne on Earth and Morkai’s teeth! Will wonders never cease?” exclaimed Svald. The Imperial Fists on Serpentine’s World had done the exact same thing. The Grey Hunter next to him chuckled, “Saves us the trouble of driving to the fight. It comes to us.” Svald voxed his orders to the Grey Hunters of Lupinesson and ordered all of Snorrisson onboard to disembark as well. Their two full squads would stand toe to toe with the Terminators. Rjieksson would only deploy when needed.

The Terminators were in golden armour, engraved with intricate words in High Gothic and had purity seals plastered all over. These were not mere warriors given access to Tactical Dreadnought Armour. They were First Company Veterans. Their leader carried a huge thunder hammer, as ornate as the weapons Svald had seen in the armoury of the Great Wolf Logan Grimnar. “By the balls of Guilliman...” Svald recognised that determined figure. First Captain Darnath Lysander, the Destroyer of Malodrax!

There was no time to waste. Svald cast Murderous Hurricane, whipping up a storm of dust, grit and rocks to hinder their progress. It slowed them down and took down a Terminator out of battle. Yet the implacable Terminators strode forward, bolter rounds pinging ineffectually off their armour. They shrugged off even the plasma fired at them. Closing into battle, the Terminators decimated Pack Lupinesson with ease, pounding the Grey Hunters to bloody red paste. The chainswords of the Space Wolves were unable to penetrate the thrice-blessed ceramite armour of the Terminators. Beaten back, Pack Lupinesson retreated.

Svald and the Grey Hunters with him fired their weapons again and again to no avail. The armour of a Terminator was like a tank. Nothing save the most powerful weapons could destroy it. “Arse of Russ!” swore the melta-toting Grey Hunter. The Crux Terminatus had saved the Imperial Fist veteran from becoming sludge.

Howling bloody vengeance, the four remaining Grey Hunters of Lupinesson charged the Terminator squad. The bearer of the Wolf Standard died on his feet, still holding the banner upright. His companions fell beside him, defiant to the last, attempting to kill the Terminators with broken chainswords crushed by the power fists of the enemy. The rending claws of a Wulfen-stricken Grey Hunter managed to tear open a Terminator’s armour but was quickly slammed to the ground by the Fist of Dorn.

Svald mourned the loss of his brothers but knew it was not the time to grieve. The crews of the Rhinos attempted to launch tank shock attacks in an attempt to divide the Terminator squad. Lysander had rallied them and the tank shocks failed. Seeing the futility of a tank shock, the Rhino crews threw their vehicles into reverse and penned the Terminators in. Pack Rjieksson disembarked, ready to fight.

“For Russ and the All-Father!” shouted the Wolves of Snorrisson and Rjieksson as they charged to meet the Terminators. Darnath Lysander and the remaining Terminators were torn to shreds, their armour too weakened by the attacks of the destroyed Lupinesson. Svald delivered the killing blow to Lysander, felling him with a shot from his bolt pistol, before staving his skull with his runic force weapon. Hero of Malodrax or not, the First Captain had slain Space Wolves. Blood demanded blood in return. Over their vox-net, the Imperial Fists heard the death cry of Lysander. The remaining Imperial Fists attempted to shoot the Wolf Guard hunkering in the shadow of the drop pod but were stymied in their attempts by poor visibility and terrain. Angered, the Rhino crew launched a ramming assault on one of the Space Wolves’ Rhinos but did not harm it at all.

Svald, furious at the loss of his brothers, decided it was time to pull out. The remaining tactical squad of Imperial Fists had melta and missile weapons which could take a dreadful toll on the Wolves remaining. They had gotten the supplies they needed and to stay further was to run the risk of getting more brothers killed. The golden warriors of Dorn would pay for spilling the blood of Russ.

1000 pts Space Wolves vs Space Marines

Rune Priest Svald Grimbold muttered under his breath, cursing his pox-ridden luck for being assigned to the inter-Chapter training drill with the Imperial Fists. “Arse of Russ!” Svald swore, hating every moment of what was happening. Svald was being punished by his Wolf Lord Jorgmundarsson for leading the Great Company onto Serpentine’s World, only to find that the Imperial Fists had already destroyed the main forces of the Arch Enemy. Svald’s liege lord had promptly ordered the rest of the Great Company to depart for the nearby Tyranid-threatened world of Hydraponus IV. Svald would join them only after upholding their honour as the Wolves of Fenris by defeating the Imperial Fists in a mock battle.

Svald Grimbold had three Grey Hunter Packs at his command; Snorrisson, Lupinesson and Rjieksson. These Grey Hunters were led by Wolf Guards assigned to his personal command by the Wolf Lord himself who strained to get stuck in a melee with the Imperial Fists. Svald’s marines detested this inane combat drill, knowing that every moment could be spent cleansing the stars of xenos taint. Their pent-up frustration led them to clamour to rush forward in their Rhinos and get within bolter and chainsword range. Yet, bound by ancient oaths of fealty and honour, they had no choice but to follow Svald’s words as though they were their liege lord’s very own. The crew of Thundercrasher; the pugnacious Vindicator that was assigned to them for this sorry excuse of a battle, revved their engines and prepared their demolisher cannon for action. The Wolf Scouts, ever taciturn, accepted their duty without comment, without visible remonstrations.

Svald deployed his forces in a single battle line, just beyond the ridge of the huge crater that divided the two sides. The Grey Hunters in the Rhinos would utilise the thick jungle growth for cover, blocking any heavy weapon attack the Imperial Fists could bring to bear. Thundercrasher would be in the open, daring any to come to them. His Wolf Scouts would be held in reserve and used to outflank any Imperial Fist forces. Svald shook his head, unhappy at this. He was a Son of Fenris, not some fortifications-obsessed fool who waited for his enemy to approach. This was exactly the kind of tactics his opponents would favour. Yet this was his penance. This would absolve him of his shame.

And so, battle commenced.

Thundercrasher’s cannon launched a Kraken-pattern demolisher shell towards the lines of the Imperial Fists. It scattered slightly, but took down a few of the scouts. Peering into the darkness, Svald realised that if the Scouts were in the open, they were surely attempting to plant a teleport homer. No Space Marine commander would deploy Scouts in plain sight without a good reason. Besides, Svald could not sense the presence of any other Imperial Fists, save a faint trace of a Rhino’s smoke exhausts wafting through the air. To Skald, this meant that the Imperial Fists would have reserved the bulk of their forces.

As Thundercrasher kept up a steady pace of firing upon the Scouts, the crews of the Rhino added the weight of their Storm Bolters as well. In a miscalculation, one of the Grey Hunters in Pack Snorrisson had grabbed his plasma gun and fired without uttering the correct rites taught by the Iron Priests of the Chapter. Svald groaned as his force took their first casualty. Irritated, he gathered the powers of the storm to him, calling down Living Lightning upon the Imperial Fists exposed in the open. To his great dismay and further frustration, the Fists had escaped every single strike in an amazing display of nimbleness. Yet, it was not enough to prevent them from falling to the combined power of multiple bolter rounds and Thundercrasher.

“Rune Priest, the Imperial Fist Captain is attempting to charge our battle line.” voxed the crew of Thundercrasher to Svald. Svald grinned, his fangs glinting sinisterly. Now that was a surprise. Imperial Fists were not known for such zealot charges. That sort of action fell to more melee-oriented Chapters like their successors the Black Templars or others like the Blood Angels and the Space Wolves themselves.

The Captain was advancing at a quick pace, several bolter shots pattering harmlessly off his armour and his Iron Halo dealing with the rest. He energised his twin lightning claws, clearly anticipating ripping a bloody swathe through the ranks of the Wolves to teach them who was clearly the master.

Svald realised at that point that the Captain was not on a suicidal charge for glory! He was going to link up with the reserves who would be deep striking behind his lines to catch his marines from a vulnerable position! Svald voxed to the Wolf Guard leading the Wolf Scouts to launch a flanking counterattack, to punish the idling Rhino that sat on one of the objectives the Wolves were aiming to claim for honour. Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, they ended up further away from the Rhino than expected.

Snarling, Svald ordered all guns to fire upon the Captain, hoping to eliminate that fell-looking warrior-master before he could bring his deadly skill to the fray. By the skin of the teeth of Morkai, they did it. All that remained for them was to deal with whatever the Fists had put into reserves. Svald drew upon inner wells of power. Gritting his teeth, he resisted the call of the Warp and casted Tempest’s Wrath, rocking the ground with tremendous quaking and turned the gentle breeze into howling gales that promised bloody vengeance.

The Imperial Fists teleported a squad of Terminators and deep striked a full squad of Assault Space Marines. The vagaries of the Warp had kept them out of the battle so far and they were determined to wreak havoc to regain a chance at victory. A shrieking krak missile flew from the Imperial Fist Rhino and slammed home into Thundercrasher, heralding the start of their assault. Thundercrasher stood firm, its front armour merely blackened. The Terminators and the Assault Space Marines rallied and attempted to charge Svald’s Rhinos but were quickly felled by the weight of bolter rounds that took a heavy toll.

The Wolves were victorious and by Russ, Svald’s shame expunged by defeating the Fists who had triumphed over the enemies they were supposed to fight on Serpertine’s World. Ale casks were broken out from the Rhinos and the cousins from both Chapters drank deep to symbolise that no grudge was held between the two strike forces.

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