The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Wolf of Ulric

“ROW DAMN YOU”, screamed Corvash as the massive waves slammed against the side of his longboat. The oarsmen fought to keep their grips on the soaked oars, in unison they slammed the oars back into the water and gave a great heave. The boat was propelled a slight distance forwards as it rose to the top of the large waves. The storms wind and rain had been relentless. The sea subsided with the falling of the wave and again the oarsmen heaved making inches of progress with every straining blow against the sea. A large wave smashed into the side of the ship making Corvash tighten his grip on the rigging to keep from falling over board, “another one like that and this vessel will capsize”, Corvash thought to himself. He looked around to his men though they were stern of countenance their eyes gave away their underlying fear.

“ROW......ROW......ROW”, Corvash yelled timing it with the ebb and flow of the waves. His ship was several leagues from land but with every heave they grew that much closer. The 12th vessel of the fleet the first 10 had made it safely ashore while one was lost when it turned over sending the men to the watery hand of death that reached for them with every wave. Another wave slammed the ship as men cried out, “STEADY” yelled Corvash trying to calm everyone including himself. Everyone on board expect for one fought the infinite sea, the man who had insisted that Corvash's fleet sail when it did. Corvash turned to the chosen that sat on the last bench of the longboat and shot him a glance. As was his custom the chosen did not return his looks and merely stared forward to the coast that lay before them. Corvash turned back to his men swearing under his breath. The constant battle with the sea continued for several more minutes before the chosen grunted. Corvash turned his gaze back to the chosen, why he acknowledge his plea for attention he didn't know but at least if this ship sunk the chosen would rest on the bottom wearing all that armor.

“A lovely day for a raid, don't you think?” Astranax said to the soaked and irritated captain.

“You seem so confident that we will make it ashore, I've lost one ship already and i fail to see how this day can improve any”, Corvash spat at the chosen. Astranax stood and pointed to the coastline and the high cliffs that dominated one side.

“Do you see that, captain”, said with slight amusement in his voice. “The imperial garrison here holds at least 15 cannons, this fleet would be smashed apart by cannon volleys before we even had hopes of forcing a landing”. “This storm gives us the perfect cover as they are unable to use the cannons with wet powder.” “I have already defeated our foes biggest asset and have yet to swing my sword”, said Astranax.

Coinciding the point Corvash turned to his men and once again screamed “ROW”. Corvash's ship finally plowed into the coast and the waves carried the boat several yards on shore. The hull dug a huge rut in the soft sand and the boat lurched to a stop. The men quickly armed themselves and began to leap from the sides of the ship, they trudged through the thick sand/water mixture and made their way up the earthen embankment to the peak of the hill. Astranax slowed debarked from the ship careful not to get water in his boots as such things were not pleasing to him.

The imperial town of Grensburg was originally just a barracks built to house cannons and their crew but over time tradesmen and others moved to the location to hawk their wares to the local troops. So recent was this that the city had only just finished wooden palisade walls and few wooden towers. The group from the 12th ship surveyed the scene and quickly rushed through a hole in the wall that the other 10 ships worth of men had created and joined their brethren in battle. The garrison was ill prepared for such a large assault and without their precious gunpowder they were reduced to groveling infants. Running battles could be heard through the city as windows were busted open and homes and stores pillaged. Astranax walked past two marauders as they fought for a valuable piece of gold silverware, as one was ranting about that their traditions first ship gets first spoils. Astranax walked freely through the town as no one dare oppose him Empire or Norse alike. He came to the structure he was looking for a building that had been transformed into a temple of Ulric. A slight metallic sound signaled that he had drawn his weapon and with a forceful kick he smashed open the doors. The room smelt of unfamiliar fragrances and various trophies lined the walls. A few wooden pews flanked the walls and a short red carpet lead to an alter of sorts which held a brazier with a flames dancing in it. The wolves of Ulric were a superstitious lot and various good luck charms could be seen around the impromptu temple. Astranax approached the alter when a nearby door swung open, an elderly man wearing a tabard with the wolfs head on it greeted the chosen with harsh words.

“Filthy chaos swine, your mere presence is a mockery of this holy temple, come and die on me blade”, spouted the old man and he strained to lift his sword over his head for a downward strike.

Astranax merely stared in amusement for a moment as the wolf priest sauntered over to him. The priest swung the blade at Astranax and by swung he basically let the weight of the blade fall forward. Astranax reached up with his free hand and easily caught the slowly falling blade, with a quick tug he pulled the blade free from the withered hands of the priest.

“Hey give that back!”, blurted out the old man, “how am i supposed to smite ye with out me sword.” as he made a grabbing motion for it.

Astranax side stepped the priests groping and walked towards the alter using the hilt of his newly acquired weapon he pushed the brazier over. “Never let the flame go out, eh old man,” said Astranax smugly as the priest's face twisted in horror.

“I'll kill ya ten thousands times fer that Norseman”, yelled the priest as he hobbled over to the brazier. Astranax watched as attempted to scoop the hot coals into the brazier once again. It took the priest a moment but he finally righted the brazier, he turned to throw another insult at the chosen but found a blade a few inches from his throat.

“This has been quite amusing but my time can no longer be wasted, Where is the Apocrypha of Izark,” the chosen questioned the elderly man.

“That thing is long gone from this place and I'll never tell ya where it is, so there”, said the priest with a defiant smirk.

Astranax thought for a moment before speaking, “you wolves are a superstitious lot and i know of your ways, so i say this to you, on your honor you may not rest in this life or the next till your sword is returned to you,” the last words of the hex burning the wolfs ears.

“Damn chaos dog I'm gonna kill ya!,” yelled the priest out of fear. The last words leaving his lips were over heard as a group of marauders entered the temple to loot and pillage. They stared at the sight before one drew his weapon and approached the priest. His advance was met with the wolf's blade in the hand of the chosen, “You may take what you like from this temple, but no harm comes to his man, or not a single soul will leave this village,” said Astranax his eyes burning a fiery color of jade.

“Then what should we do with him then,” said one of the marauders in the group behind the foremost one.
“Thats simple, grab him and come outside” Astranax said as he turned to leave. They gathered at the stables and an acquired a horse that hadn't been stolen or ran off during the fighting. The group tied the old man to the horse in an upright position. They pointed him in the direction of Troll Country and smacked the horse on the flank with the flat of a sword. The group watched as the old man galloped off cursing and swearing like the most stalwart of sailors.

Astranax turned to the nearest marauder who was having a good laugh at the event that had transpired and spoke “where is your master Corvash i would have words with him”.

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