This is the list I chose for the opening two games of the tale, the stipulations were that the General (in this case Ferrus) had to be included and the usual two troops choices as per 40k's rule set
Wolf Lord (100) (Ferrus Stormwolf). Runic Armour (20), Frost Blade (25),
Storm Shield (30), Saga of the Beast slayer (10), Fenrisian Wolf x 2 (20),
Wolf Tooth Necklace (10)
Grey Hunters x 10 (150), Flamer (free), Plasma gun (free)
Grey Hunters x 9 (135), Flamer (free)
Total: 490 Points
As you can see I went a little crazy in tooling Ferrus to the teeth straight from the get go, just seemed fitting given the nature of the character, being that he plans to try to get into combat a lot (6th edition really doesn't help him much), however given that I'm playing space wolves I do have the best possible (basic) troops available in the form of Grey Hunters, if only I'd had 5 points free to get that second Plasma gun... I mean last Grey Hunter.
And following on from the previous post here is the next installment of the ongoing story of Ferrus and his Great company.
Part 1
The Thunderhawk dove through the clouds, the icy ground
in front rushing up to meet it. The pilot pressed several buttons and
pulled by on the controls, the Thunderhawk quickly responded, levelling
out and rising to avoid the jutting outcrops just feet below. Peering
out of the forward viewing port Ferrus stole a glance at the port side
wing. As he suspected it had sustained heavy damage from their earlier
entanglement.
“Is there anywhere we can put down?” The Grey Hunter piloting the craft glanced at several screens before shaking his head.
“I’m
afraid not Milord, the ice is either too patchy or the surface is far
too uneven to attempt a landing given the state of the ship.” Ferrus
sighed, gathering his thoughts. Their descent from the battle barge had
been uneventful, the machine spirit had located what it believed has a
locator beacon and the pilot had followed that marker. Upon reaching the
location the wolves had been rather surprised to not find any evidence
of the forges or manufactorums, instead they were greeted by a large
open area, with no sign of any form of anything. Before questions could
be asked the sky was filled with green lights flashing past on all
sides.
Taking evasive manoeuvres the pilot managed to dodge the
majority, however a number of shots made their mark. Slowly hits began
to pile on the Thunderhawk, slowly cutting power to systems and severely
hinder the pilot’s ability to control the craft. In a last ditch
attempt to save them from being shot out of the sky, Ferrus ordered the
pilot to make towards the atmosphere, before cutting the engines and
gliding back to Orpheus on the planet’s gravity. For the most part the
plan had worked, the Thunderhawk was still flying, though the manoeuvre
hadn’t come without cost, one of the engines was intermittently cutting
out due to sudden burst of power and the Thunderhawk’s hull was
starting to give way in areas that had been shot. Coming back from his
thoughts Ferrus had a realisation, he stood and gestured for the Grey
hunter to follow him, punching the button for the shipwide vox caster.
“Brothers,
our ship has taken us as far as it can and we must now take our leave.
Gather your equipment and mount up in the rhinos, we shall use them to
reach the surface.” The vox cut out and the Grey hunter quickly walked
from the cockpit towards the ships holding bay. Ferrus stopped and knelt
for a moment, silently thanking the Thunderhawk’s machine spirit for
it’s loyal service. Ferrus then rose and strode towards the holding bay
also, picking up his Storm shield and Fang as he went.
Entering the
holding bay Ferrus cast his eyes over the room, his men were mostly on
board the rhino’s, bar two. Ferrus called them both over, pointing at
two panels on the wall.
“Those panels are the controls for the magna
grapples holding our rhinos in place.” Both Grey hunters nodded. “When I
give the signal, you are to shoot those panels with the Rhino’s
stormbolters, not before else there’s no telling where we will be
dropped.” The grey hunters looked at each other for a moment a little
unsure of how to respond. “It’s that or someone stays behind and
manually operates them and I’d rather not waste anyone’s life in such a
sacrifice. Seemingly satisfied with this, the Grey hunters turned
sprinting to the Rhinos, Ferrus followed, leaping into the lead rhino.
Donning his helmet, he clicked his vox on once more, linking to the
other rhino. Counting quietly in his head Ferrus waited before bellowing
“Now.” With that there was a whrring noise, followed by a series of
gunshots, explosions and finally a whistling. Turning to the grey
hunter sat to his left Ferrus nodded and the grey hunter twisted the
lever in front of him and on the screen in front of him, the stormbolter
swung around letting loose a barrage of shots, several finding their
mark, then the screen turned to white as the rhino fell.
For a few
seconds everything was peaceful, except for the rushing air passing
round them and the wind whistling around. Then came an almighty thud as
the rhino and the ground beneath connected. The rhino kept moving
forward with momentum, the tracks not fully gripping and suddenly the
screen showed an unpleasant sight. From what Ferrus could make of what
he was seeing their rhino was sliding towards a large crevice in the
ice, likely far too deep for the drop to be one that even the Emperor’s
finest could survive. The Grey Hunter nearest the rear hatch kicked it
down and leapt from the Rhino, swiftly followed by the rest of the
Rhino’s occupants, including Ferrus. The rhino kept going, falling into
the crevice with several loud bangs and metallic smashing noises,
followed by a somewhat subdued explosion. Allowing his men a moment to
catch their breath Ferrus unlocked his helmet and took a deep breath of
the air. The planet smelt like Fenris, almost felt like it too, he
smiled to himself, turning to the Grey Hunters who were now getting to
their feet.
“We have arrived brothers, now we shall deliver the All
Father’s wrath upon the heretics that dare wrest control of one of his
sacred planets. For Russ! For the All Father!” The Grey Hunters cheered
in unison, Ferrus began walking along the path their Rhino had left in
the snow. “If we head this way we should find our brothers, then
together our enemies.” Ferrus paused his voice dropping to a guttural
growl. “They shall know fear.”
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