Gavran Crusade- Storytime part I

The model front has been very barren the last few weeks. I've got some terrain on the way, but it will have to be a lot of terrain soon. So today it's story time. Recently a campaign got under way I'm excited for so I've actually been writing a lot. Writing is generally the bane of life, or at least has been in my years, or eons as it feels in school. Hopefully the campaign will go the long road and I'll get to do more of this, or maybe not as the second piece I wrote went long. I hope they won't all be that long other whys I'll never get any models done this at this rate. But more on that next week.

As Brule Spearslayer walked the hall leading to the bridge of the strike cruiser Wolfborn, chapter serfs and thralls moved to the side of the astartes path. He wondered why he been called back from patrol amongst the Astroid belt. His lord and company had been hunting the ork pirates of war boss kogtoof for the last month. To his knowledge no other ship had been recalled. Before him now stood the blast doors to the bridge. Carved on its surface the sigil of the wolf that stalks between the stars. "Russ.." The fenrisian subconsciously summons the name in his mind. Amongst it is the carvings of a millennium of glory, the records of the ships victories in the black void of space. He taps the runes of opening upon the doors command panel, and enters to the vast chambers dim illumination. Rows upon rows of cogitators glowing screens, several decks high. Here and there holographs light the scene as well. All beneath the massive observation dome, and it's ancient star map etched into its meters thick diamond and reinforced glass surface. The systems distant sun shining beyond it. 

Brule could see's his lord Erik Morkai in council with his usual advisors. His twin brother, the diviner Irinst the Wise, the iron priest and sworn bodyguard Grom Hammerface, and the wolf priest Slaine Deathcaller. "Hail Lord Morkai!" Brule called out as he ascended the stairs to the command platform. Morkai looked away from the holograph projection of an unknown world to greet his battle leader, in his usual dour and direct tone "Spearslayer come." In dim light such as this Brule had always thought that Morkai's scared face, criss-crossed as much as the star chart above them must be much like the face of death himself. 

"Brule I have been given command by the great wolf to depart at once for a new campaign. We shall rendezvous with another great company, I know not who yet. We our in preparation now as you can see." Motioning to the holographic planet. "But I am not yet done with these orks. Kogtoof's treasure will be mine. So I will be sending you in lead to the system. You will conduct hit and run actions, raids, never let the enemy rest. Allow the other company to get stuck in. You shall take Vidar, his blood claws, and the young wolf priest Gregor the Young. Choose some of the grey hunter packs and a hand full of wolf guard... But Not Kull!" At this command  Brule was put aback. Kull, his blood brother, and trusted companion. "But why not-" Morkai with a raised hand of silence cutting him off "Because the two of you together are too easily off on a quest for glory! Which is where I need you most of the time. But! This is where I need you today. And tomorrow." Staring through the holograph, then to his twin, and back to Brule. "I would normally send my brother, or Balsac, but there talents are needed here." Without looking at his iron priest, but to some distant thought "Grom prepare the re-supply of Moon Runner, and load storm bringer." The Machine priest lifted his right arm, and with his left hand activated runes on the cogitator array on his gauntlet. He spoke to the array in the strange dull squeaking, beeping tongue of the Omnissiah. Then looking to his master, in the metallic tone of a voice long since fleshless. "It is already done Lord Morkai." Morkai looked up and moved over to the battle leader. Placing his hand on his armours pauldron. "Go now, choose your warriors. I am Erik Morkai, and you are my champion. Lead the sons of Morkai to victory, or death." 

With this he turned to his advisors, and continued their council. Brule descended the stairs, and made way for his ship to depart once again into the sea of stars, a warrior on his way to his next war.