Back pack is half done...AND @Oveur WE need a crhristmas event. A Visit From Logan Grimnar 'Twas the night before Solstice, when all 'cross the front Not a soldier was stirring, not even a grunt; Spent store-crates were stacked 'neath the light of the moon With the hope that The Emp'ror would send supplies soon The troopers were hunkered down, snug in their bunks All dreaming of orks blown to meaty, wet chunks And the captain and I had just knelt for a prayer In the hopes the next battle might some of us spare When out past our trench there arose such a sound I grabbed for my gun and jumped up with a bound Away to the peep-hole I rushed with a jolt jumped up on the fire-step and chambered a bolt. The fires on the wreckage strewn 'cross no-man's land Lit up the night sky for as far as it spanned. When what do my wondering eyes fast resolve But an ancient grav-sled, drawn by great Thunderwolves. With a hulking old driver, white haired with a scar, I knew in a flash: it was Logan Grimnar! More rapid than las-bolts his war-beasts they came, And he roared and he cursed and he called them by name: "Now Tyrnak, now Fenrir, now Mjollnir and Jotun" "On Gungnir, on Frostfang, on Uller and Wotun". "Bring death to the xenos! Bring blood to this night!" "Now charge, now ride on - we will put them to flight!" Like an avalanche set by a century's snow-fall, They crashed into the ork camp and broke through them all. Firing wrist-mounted bolters as onwards he flew, scatt'ring orks like shell casings - so many they slew! Like lightning they struck, the whole camp was aflame, Breaking through they rushed on, 'til to our lines they came. I lost sight for a sec, then as I looked around Right into our trench leapt Grimnar with a bound. He was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his toes And his wolf-pelts were red from the blood of his foes. The trenchboards shook as he stalked down the track And he looked like a wolf on the hunt with his pack. >> Anonymous 12/24/15(Thu)18:44:44 No.44365303▶ His eyes - deep inside, there a twinkle I saw T'was a bloodlust so fierce that I fell back in awe The Old Wolf's grizzled mouth flickered as he drew near The trace of a smile - I had no need to fear Though he loomed like a nightmare from old soldiers myths It was not death like that which he brought out forthwith From beneath his great cloak he withdrew a large sack. Which he opened at once - I was taken aback There were bolters and lasguns and meltas and more I had never seen such a collection before From the seemingly bottomless sack he pulled out Enough weapons to put a whole army to route He spoke not a word but went straight to his work Fill'd all the supply crates, then turn'd with a jerk And laying a finger aside his great nose He gave me a nod and then from the trench rose Then he sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a howl And away they all flew; hunters back on the prowl And that was the last seen by this commissar Of the wonderous force known as Logan Grimnar But I did hear him roar, ere he drove out of sight — HAPPY SOLSTICE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD FIGHT! Merry Christmas Everyone! and happy holidays! ill update more when i return from out of town!