The Saga of Brothers

In the fierce blizzards of the death world of Fenris, three sons of the fjord were thrown into the frigid and unforgiving landscape of the tundra after their village was set ablaze by an opposing tribe. Kjarl, Aesir, and Berek though from different families were forced to stick together in order to survive against the odds. With the fire of Morkai in their hearts they swore a blood oath for revenge on the betrayers and with this oath they become eternally bound in brothership. For 6 Fenrisian months, they strode through the tundra fighting all manner of beasts and creatures leaving a trail of cut treads in their wake. The boys excelled in this trial, for Kjarl was the bane of beasts, the slayer of monstrosities. Aesir the speaker of wolves, the leader of the packs, and finally Berek the one with the most wisdom of the land and its secrets. With their brotherhood solidified and after many years of cutting threads they wicked out the flames of the betrayers and got the notice of the warriors gods of the fang due to their prowess and brothership.

Now part of the Vilka Fenrika, Kjarl FellHammer leads as a Wolf guard captain amongst the High King's retinue, cutting the threads of his foes with his Thunderhammer Black Death. Aesir Redhowl now a Wolf Lord, advises the Wolf King on matters of war and leads his personal retinue of Thunderwolf warriors into battle and glory.  Humble Belek chose the path of knowledge, having traveled to Mars and becoming one of the honorable Iron Priests. However, over the years the brothers have forgotten their oath of brothership made so long ago and have fallen to petty arguments of personal vain glory and achievements, with the continued disappearance of the Wolf King and the attacks on the fang by the malificarum seekers of the Thousand Sons, the situation has only gotten worse.

Logan Grimnar, High King of Fenris, seeing the worsening situation amongst his wolf brothers and attempting to kill two birds with one stone demands that the three brothers join together with the aid of the honorable Bjorn the Fellhanded and the captain of the king's guard Arjac Rockfist. and provide relief to the Proxion sector. In hopes that perhaps the forging of new sagas and deeds in battle together will reignite their oath of brothership and aid in the salvation of the sector. Will the brothers reignite their kinship or will their lust for personal glory doom them all? Only two things are certain, many threads will be cut, and the mead will be flowing!
FOR RUSS AND THE ALLFATHER!

Sigh... These abnormally hairy Mon'keigh can be heard from a mile away. Such a rukus they make. As the bellowing Space Wolves draw near, the Spiritseer's brow furrows. Their clumsy advance resembles a Morkanaut doing the tango. Are they even aware of the old ruins located on this world? A sacred temple threatened by Space Marines was not the prophecy Invath foresaw. The Spiritseer sighed, adjusting his hood as the century-old dust lifted off pillars, escaping the vibrations caused by the commotion outside... Alas, harmony seemed as alien to them as subtlety to a squig... ''Awaken my brothers... prepare for battle...''