Designing a new Chapter/Craftworld/Hive Fleet/Whatever...
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 3:22 pm
Dang. The demo event in Nagoya sounds rather rad, and I'd love to get some hands-on time with the wolves. Too bad it's a bit out of my way and I will already have splurged to go to Tokyo earlier that weekend.
I'd definitely like to try and come to one of the hubs for a demo... I'll see what me and the other Shigaboys can work out in the future.
@MiJ in regards to my fluff/modeling. I'm currently reading through the SW Codex (pirated pdf in the meantime! Shhhh...) and using it to make some informed tweaks to the larger chapter theme I already have floating in my head. I'm writing it now. Basically, they were a Fenrisian tribe in Northern Asaheim that were nomadic and rare, and would raid other tribes and eat the slain, leaving only their bones as a warning to survivors. They became something of a bogeyman tale. When Russ arrived and tried to assimilate them, they played guerillas in the mist (harhar, get it?) long enough to cause a great deal of trouble. Russ finally tracked their leader down, a bloodthirsty barbarian chieftan who called himself the Wendigo and showed signs of Daemonic influence that held his tribe in thrall. Russ defeated the Wendigo in single combat and the hunger subsided in the tribe as their former leader bled out in the snow and they pledged fealty to a new lord. By the time the Primarch was reunited with ths Emperor and the Space Wolves were founded, the remnants of the Wendigo tribe had already earned a name for themselves within the halls of Russ. But not all notoriety is good. Many other Fenrisians accused them of being prone to strange appetites and fits of rage. Nevertheless, they were among the first of the Sons of Russ, though their reaction to the Trials were somewhat frightening. Whereas most new recruits would fight the transformation into the hideous Wulfen with great speed, recruits from the Wendigo tribe would succumb to the bloodlust and even butcher the other Wulfen of the wastes and relish their animal forms. By the time they did stabilize (and many of them did) the implantation of the Omophagea organ (traditionally an oversight in other Space Marines that allows them to retain the memories and wits of the owners of flesh they eat) caused serious problems. Namely, it was too reactive, and in times of battle would recreate the hunger the ancestors of the tribe once experienced. The urge is sometimes so great that young bloodclaws have been known to pause in battle to devour Tyranid corpses, heedless of the acid that courses through the tainted xeno blood. The spattered red markings on the traditional Bone and Crimson Wendigo armor is sometimes mistaken for paint, though it is usually the result of a famished tribe member forgetting to remove his helmet first.
The horrific habits of the Wendigo Descendants became easier to control once Leman Russ decided to give them their own sub-chapter, mainly as a compromise with the other pack leaders who found their flesheating brothers in arms a bit off-putting. One caveat was that they extend similar limits on cannibalism as were afforded to their own tribe to all members of the Space Wolves - and after a few notable mishaps - to other warriors of the Imperium. Were the Ordo Hereticus ever to find out about the proclivities of the Wendigos,
the Descendants would surely be purged, maybe even as Daemons, but the Space Wolves recognize a spark of animalistic kinship in their berzerk brethren.
The Wendigos do not worship the Emperor in the same manner as other Marines, but rather see him as a main God in their massive pantheon of the hunt. As such, they also gain some of their powers by different methods. Their Rune Priests, known as Manitou, are ordinary infantry who have eaten the flesh of a Daemon or Psyker flesh while in battle and have survived the direct connection to the warp and the tumult of ingesting raw chaos. They gain a level of tremendous clarity and become the rational spiritual leaders of their tribe, gaining Psyk manifestations of their home planet to boot. They use the patterns of falling drop pods like scrying bones to predict the outcome of battle.
They are revered only slightly more than the Ithaqua (Wolf Priests), who are the rare tacticians with enough masterybover the great hunger to pass it on other tribe members, as well as act as intermediaries with the greater Imperium.
Paint sceme is Bleached Bone with Red Gore pauldrons, gloves, crests, boots, and possibly shoulder pads.
I'd definitely like to try and come to one of the hubs for a demo... I'll see what me and the other Shigaboys can work out in the future.
@MiJ in regards to my fluff/modeling. I'm currently reading through the SW Codex (pirated pdf in the meantime! Shhhh...) and using it to make some informed tweaks to the larger chapter theme I already have floating in my head. I'm writing it now. Basically, they were a Fenrisian tribe in Northern Asaheim that were nomadic and rare, and would raid other tribes and eat the slain, leaving only their bones as a warning to survivors. They became something of a bogeyman tale. When Russ arrived and tried to assimilate them, they played guerillas in the mist (harhar, get it?) long enough to cause a great deal of trouble. Russ finally tracked their leader down, a bloodthirsty barbarian chieftan who called himself the Wendigo and showed signs of Daemonic influence that held his tribe in thrall. Russ defeated the Wendigo in single combat and the hunger subsided in the tribe as their former leader bled out in the snow and they pledged fealty to a new lord. By the time the Primarch was reunited with ths Emperor and the Space Wolves were founded, the remnants of the Wendigo tribe had already earned a name for themselves within the halls of Russ. But not all notoriety is good. Many other Fenrisians accused them of being prone to strange appetites and fits of rage. Nevertheless, they were among the first of the Sons of Russ, though their reaction to the Trials were somewhat frightening. Whereas most new recruits would fight the transformation into the hideous Wulfen with great speed, recruits from the Wendigo tribe would succumb to the bloodlust and even butcher the other Wulfen of the wastes and relish their animal forms. By the time they did stabilize (and many of them did) the implantation of the Omophagea organ (traditionally an oversight in other Space Marines that allows them to retain the memories and wits of the owners of flesh they eat) caused serious problems. Namely, it was too reactive, and in times of battle would recreate the hunger the ancestors of the tribe once experienced. The urge is sometimes so great that young bloodclaws have been known to pause in battle to devour Tyranid corpses, heedless of the acid that courses through the tainted xeno blood. The spattered red markings on the traditional Bone and Crimson Wendigo armor is sometimes mistaken for paint, though it is usually the result of a famished tribe member forgetting to remove his helmet first.
The horrific habits of the Wendigo Descendants became easier to control once Leman Russ decided to give them their own sub-chapter, mainly as a compromise with the other pack leaders who found their flesheating brothers in arms a bit off-putting. One caveat was that they extend similar limits on cannibalism as were afforded to their own tribe to all members of the Space Wolves - and after a few notable mishaps - to other warriors of the Imperium. Were the Ordo Hereticus ever to find out about the proclivities of the Wendigos,
the Descendants would surely be purged, maybe even as Daemons, but the Space Wolves recognize a spark of animalistic kinship in their berzerk brethren.
The Wendigos do not worship the Emperor in the same manner as other Marines, but rather see him as a main God in their massive pantheon of the hunt. As such, they also gain some of their powers by different methods. Their Rune Priests, known as Manitou, are ordinary infantry who have eaten the flesh of a Daemon or Psyker flesh while in battle and have survived the direct connection to the warp and the tumult of ingesting raw chaos. They gain a level of tremendous clarity and become the rational spiritual leaders of their tribe, gaining Psyk manifestations of their home planet to boot. They use the patterns of falling drop pods like scrying bones to predict the outcome of battle.
They are revered only slightly more than the Ithaqua (Wolf Priests), who are the rare tacticians with enough masterybover the great hunger to pass it on other tribe members, as well as act as intermediaries with the greater Imperium.
Paint sceme is Bleached Bone with Red Gore pauldrons, gloves, crests, boots, and possibly shoulder pads.