Grendel opens the cask with gentle fervor...he peers inside and his head begins to throb...he gently closes the lid...
I see the trappings of a rune priest Julius...such as I have seen from time to time with your dealings of that chapter...but I am no Rune Priest...they favor the old ways...as I feel drawn to the old ways at times and as you witnessed earlier...there are times they seem to draw upon me...things are happening that I do not understand...and as I have studied them...I haven't enough seasons under my belt to even begin to think that I have that sort of control yet...besides...the power I feel and bear is more than runes and ceremony...there are times that it feels like it will consume me...
Grendel sits down in the chair and takes a long draught from the ale, a ponderous look upon his young weathered face, "What am I missing?"
__________________ I am Wolfpack, my fangs are long, my hair grey with age...I am The Great Wolf...I fight with bolter and Axe, my armies vast, my word final. A true son of Russ, my honor above all, I hunt the heretic, the xenos, and the witch and slay them where they stand! My sons hunt our enemies, slay them where they falter and bring their pelts to Fenris |