I thought I might try something a little different with this battle report, maybe people will like them, maybe not, but I like the idea of trying to bring a little more personality to my games. (I'll point out now that I started writing this before the release of Thousand Sons, Prospero Burns and Battle for the Fang so the style is pretty different to most of the current Space Wolves fiction.) Let me know if you like it or not...
"That is a fell-wind, do you smell it brother?"
Njärv stood, his nostrils flaring as he drew great draughts of air into his lungs. Surveying the outskirts of the hive from his vantage point, he could sense that all wasn't right, not only by sniffing the air as it gusted across the crater strewn landscape, but in a tremor that seemed to be rising up out of the earth and into his body, as if the ground itself was trembling in fear.
"Aye, and one I recognise far too well. I remember this foul thrall-stench from Ahmrads Hope, and that day we barely held Eden's Gate from the xeno."
Thogard knelt down, drawing a handful of carved bones from a worn hide pouch at his belt and tossed them onto the earth, watching as they tumbled and how they landed. A frown creased his heavy brow,
"Not good, not good at all. There is something more to this, something other than the usual interference caused by the wyrm, something powerful awaits and this world feels it in its bones, its spirit is restless."
Gathering up the runes, Thogard stood and turned to one of the Wolf Guard gathered around the two Rune Priests,
"Gather your pack-mates, and awake the spirits of your Rhinos, we'll join battle within the hour if I read the winds correctly. The wolf spirits will be with you."
