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An Eldar's Ears

2019-04-04T08:02:39Z

2601:546:8200:EA8D:45EB:FB61:FB7E:3867: Added the name of the Magos Biologis to the description before the story began (So those too lazy, blind, or have the image as an error know the name of the madman who put down the speculation).

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[[Image:Xenology-Eldar Notes Excerpt.png|thumb|right|"I as an inquisitor trust you will handle this knowledge responsibly."]]

A bit of writefaggotry created by a swell Anon about a Commissar [[C.S.Goto|pleasuring]] a female Eldar captive. We would call this heresy, but truly now, what's the point?

[[Xenology|''Xenology's'']] dissection of an [[Eldar]] contains notes regarding the morphology of the specimen, including one most peculiar mention of their [[Elf|pointy ears]] being "packed with nerve-endings," making them quite sensitive; the dissector, one truly crazy Magos Biologis by the name of Sharle Darvus, added the suggestion "(''Speculation:'' Erogenous?)" to the end of the notation, spawning the original thread. Considering Xenology's age at this point, it's amazing this didn't happen sooner.
The story itself borders on [[Heresy|hot human-on-xenos sex,]] with brief details on much more ''tit''illating aspects of Eldar physiology, but only recently started getting into full-fledged [[PROMOTIONS]] territory.

It's kind of a shame to see it ended where it did and not anything more satisfying.
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‘I will watch over you, witch,’ Kallrick forced confidence he didn’t feel into his voice – another gift of political officer training, and one that had sent many men to their deaths in the past. ‘Your transport arrives within the hour.’

‘Perhaps so. But it is not my destiny to be collared by the mon-keigh for long. The river of my Fate will flow into a new stream.’ She seemed irritated, as if he was at fault for missing the significance of her twisting words.

As she spoke, one of her long, pointed ears twitched slightly. Kallrick narrowed his eyes. When her left ear twitched again, she blinked and wrinkled her nose as if uncomfortable. She noticed his scrutiny and lowered her amber eyes with a smile.

‘My ear itches.’

Kallrick breathed slowly, hoping the witch couldn’t sense his heart beating faster. He could just reach out to her, scratch the itch, ease her twitching ear. His hand froze halfway to her face. What was he doing? Touching the prisoner? Did he even care about some petty discomfort she might feel?

Her gaze met his. The inhumanity of her honey-gold eyes both enraptured and repelled him. He could read some emotion there: her shyness at admitting to the itch; her curiosity as his hand neared her face. But so much remained unreadable. Her expression was almost human, but the daemon, as they say, is in the details. That one vital detail.

Almost. She was ‘almost’ human.

‘You look at me as though I were a beast waiting to devour your hand,’ she said softly.

Her eyes never left his. Her angelic face was still formed into a delicate expression mixing both coyness and…something more eager. Did she want him to touch her? Kallrick drew his bolt pistol with his other hand, keeping it clutched in his fist. ‘If I do lose my hand to you, witch, it will be the last mistake you ever make.’

She didn’t answer immediately. Her nose wrinkled for a moment as her left ear twitched again.

‘Your prize is collared and bound, mon-keigh. Your threats to me are meaningless.’

The commissar cast a final glance at his pistol to be sure it was ready to fire if needed. Then, with his cheeks burning, his eyes flicked to the closed door. Above the arch, the red bulb glared dimly. Still locked.

So he scratched her ear for her.

The whisper of leather gloves on naked skin was barely perceptible. Fingers sheathed in rough leather stroked from the base of her ear to the pointed tip. Kallrick swallowed as his fingertips slid along her pale flesh, teeth clenched as her ear twitched under his touch. He heard her let out a shivering breath, and their eyes met again.

‘That does not help,’ she said in her alien accent. ‘That only… I do not know the word.’ She stared into his eyes, licking her blood-red lips to moisten them. ‘Liasha, in my tongue. The touch to make laughter.’

‘It…tickles?’ Kallrick swallowed, feeling his skin crawl at her use of a xeno-language. Yet he didn’t pull his hand away.

‘Yes,’ she smiled like a little girl given a new toy to play with, and rolled the word around her mouth a few times as if to taste it. ‘Tickles. It tickles. Yes.’

Kallrick stroked her ear again, this time more firmly between his thumb and fingers. She exhaled another soft, shuddering breath, and bit her bottom lip.

‘Better?’ he asked. Her answer was a breathy ‘Mmhmm’ and nothing more. The commissar stroked the tip of her ear, noticing she’d now closed her eyes.

‘Cease now,’ she said after the third stroke. ‘Please.’

Kallrick clutched his pistol tighter. ‘Why?’

He didn’t obey her. He stroked her ear once more. To insult her? To show her who gave the orders? Just to keep touching her, even through his sense-stealing gloves? Throne, what would her skin feel like on his fingertips if he touched her ungloved…

‘My ears are…’ she trailed off, shivering at the touch. ‘They are very… I do not know the word.’

Kallrick smirked a little, gently pinching the tip of her ear and rewarded by a soft ‘Oh…’ and a stream of whispered xeno-words that sounded suspiciously like curses. Her eyes were still closed. Kallrick looked down her face to her rising and falling breasts.

Now her bodysuit showed twin nipple bumps capping her large breasts, jutting proudly from the silky alien material. The commissar took a deep breath, watching them poke out more noticeably as he touched her.

Almost human, he thought again. The notion was maddening. Just look at her. Almost human…

‘Sensitive,’ he finally said. ‘Your ears are sensitive.’

‘Y-’

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She got no further. Kallrick heard a sudden sound and he shot to his feet, pistol aimed down at the witch for several heartbeats before he realised the noise was his vox-bead chiming.

‘This is Kallrick,’ he said, once his breath was back. He listened to the other speaker, and nodded curtly. ‘Understood.’ The link was closed.

Their eyes met again in the near-darkness.

‘Your ride is about to land, witch,’ he said. ‘Your escort to headquarters will be here in five minutes.’

Kallrick hit the door release and stalked from the tank, hating how hard those words had been to say, and hating himself for looking back at her as she sat in the APC. She was staring after him silently.

It took several seconds for the commissar to break eye contact, and several more to commit to walking away.

He had an escort to meet.

==Alternate Version: It's Heresy Time==

She stopped mid speech, near-overcome by the ministrations. Her breathing was fast and hurried now, another sign that was almost too human to contemplate. She flushed a pale pink across her face, like a woman, and her legs bound beneath her wiggled in their ropes. How else could the alien respond? What other anatomical responses could he find? Surely such information would be important, even valuable to the Imperium.

Kallrick stopped stroking abruptly, taking one gloved hand away from her ears and restraining it behind his back with the other, still clutching the bolt pistol. He set his face in the stern interrogative glare of a hundred summary trials, eyes narrowed. The alien paused mid-contented hum and opened her eyes to gaze upwards at him.

'Hm- why have you stopped?'

'You have shown that your ears are sensitive. Where else? Show me.'

She blushed even more, spreading the faint pink hue across her entire porcelain face. Kallrick noticed the faintest of twitches affect the corners of her mouth, almost an embarrassed smile on a creature with less self-control.

'N-no. You'll get nothing out of me, mon-keigh.'

Kellrick sighed behind the outward facade. The xenos would be uncooperative. He would have to experiment directly. He allowed one hand to come around from behind his back and approach the Eldar again.

This time he dropped his reach slightly downwards, letting the leather on the back of his glove rest against the now-rosy cheek of the captive. Her eyes swiveled downwards and to the side, staring at Kellrick's hand with a dispassionate and level stare. If only he could remove his glove! The warmth of her blush, the soft and yielding feel of her smooth skin-

Kellrick clamped down on his errant thoughts with practiced brutality. The xenos was beginning to get to him. He would proceed with the experimentation, nothing more. Moving the hand to increase the rate of stimulation, to begin with. The Eldar seemed surprised.

'What are you-'

'Quiet.'

Kellrick could not afford to let the xenos' tongue affect him.

'I am investigating your responses. Cooperate."

She said nothing, but continued to stare at his hand. Her eyes tracked it as it made soft, lazy passes up and down her cheek. It appeared to Kellrick that this area did not hold the same attraction as the ear. He would shift his focus.

He let his gloved hand drop slightly again, brushing against and under the jawline. This had a more promising result.

'It tickles again! Hee hee- please, do not!'

Interesting. Kellrick slowed his pace, letting the glove touch less of the neck and more of the jaw. It was yielding flesh again, but with a hard interior of bone. How much did these Eldar impersonate the human form? Letting the glove slide down to her shoulder, around the collar that kept her psyker powers from use, Kellrick confirmed that the xenos actually had a collarbone, or a pale imitation, as well.

Downwards still, his investigations were met with a frustrating barrier. The xeno's skin-tight suit was interrupting Kellrick's attempts to induce sensation and response. With his glove, it was proving difficult. Removing the xenos' clothing was out of the question. But to remove his glove...

Her suit appeared to hold no threat. His bolt pistol, still held behind his back, would provide an adequate deterrent to any treachery. Surely there would be little risk. Kellrick brought the armed hand around from his back, to display his power and possible consequences as much as to pull at the fingers and wrist of his glove.

She continued to stare with those large, gold eyes. If they were human, he would even call them deep and entrancing. Her bright red lips were trembling - was she afraid, or excited? How much was she planning? What if she had him in a trap made of honey, ready to snap it shut and drown him?

Kellrick clamped down on his doubts again. He was in control. She was bound and warded, and had no power. He had a bolt pistol in his hand, and would kill the Eldar at the first loss of control. Investigating the xenos response to stimuli was the objective. He would retain the upper hand and emerge victorious with the information.

He let his bare hand touch and brush down the xenos' bodysuit, starting from the collar and following the slope of her breast. By the Emperor, the material was softer and smoother than even the finest furs. The Eldar's breathing caught, a small hitch in what had become a steady rhythm. Another successful result. He decided to reinforce it with a snide remark.

'Does it affect you here as well, xenos? How does it feel?'

'It does not, mon-keigh. You are failing to affect me.'

Kellrick could see evidence to the contrary. Despite trying to maintain steady eye contact, she kept flicking down to glance at his bare hand on the breast of her bodysuit. Her breathing was beginning to become irregular again. Her face was reddening. Kellrick thought it was affecting her indeed. He would press his advantage.

He began to stroke ever downwards with each pass, coming closer and closer to the the stiff bumps that marked where the nipples were. Now that his attention was on the area, Kellrick noticed that the Eldar's breast was well-endowed. The bodysuit's alien matierial was especially taut around it, making the xenos' aroused state plainly obvious.

'I think I am affecting you. I think you are beginning to lose control, xenos.'

The Eldar did not reply at first, only dropping her gaze to stare at the floor. Her bound legs began to squirm again.

'I am in control. Your touch is failing, mon-keigh. I am in con- Ah!'

Her mantra was interrupted as Kellrick finally brought his hand down to brush a nipple, briefly compressing the soft nub under a finger. He did it again, and again, eliciting more gasps from the alien.

'Ahn! No!'

Now he was in control. He turned his hand to let two fingers come together, trying a rougher approach.

'Plea- Ah! It hurts!'

'Does it, xenos?'

Kellrick smiled at the captive's discomfort. Here she was, an enemy of the
Imperium, bound and giving up information as to her weaknesses with so little effort. He stopped himself from touching her nipple and instead allowed the Eldar a moment's reprieve while he worked the whole breast from side to side, gauging its form and feel. Again, it appeared to ape that of a human - almost pleasantly soft and yielding.

He drew his hand downwards again, listening to the rapid breathing of the xenos. He traced an idle pattern across her stomach, feeling it bounce in and out as he watched. He wandered downwards, towards-

No. Down there lay damnation. Cavorting with xenos was heresy. Kellrick quickly jerked his hand away. But - what if it was in the pursuit of the xenos' destruction? How sensitive would the captive be? How human-like would her response be? If he could discover some weakness, some deeply hidden flaw, who would care where the information came from? Surely it was an acceptable trade-off. Surely.

Kellrick touched the Eldar again, breathing steady and consciously measured as he could not trust himself to maintain composure without concentration. This was skirting heresy, but Kellrick was certain he would emerge unscathed and without damnation.

He slowly traced a path with his bare hand, gliding on the silken material to touch between her legs. The Eldar protested vehemently when she saw what he was doing.

'Filthy mon-keigh! I knew it, that's all you disgusting creatures ever think o-'

Kellrick brought the bolt pistol around to point at her face, cutting her off mid-rant with a suprised squeak. He fought to keep his voice level.

'Do not presume my intentions, xenos. Do not EVER-'

-He pressed inwards and up, feeling the soft give of the Eldar's body against his fingers-

'-presume to know my intentions.'

The captive Eldar gasped, both in surprise and sudden arousal at his forceful action. She bent over slightly, hiding her face from Kellrick's view as her soft black hair cascaded forward to thinly veil her face. Now he was in total control over her.

He continued to experiment, running fingers down the insides of her thighs, exploring the crevice created by her bound legs. The silken material was so soft, but perhaps her skin would be softer. Kellrick traced down towards her ankles, where the bodysuit ended and bare skin began to show. It was pale and porcelain-perfect, a smooth cream.

Touching it was another set of sensations entirely. It was soft and slightly yielding where bone did not stop him, but warm instead of the suit's ambient temperature and he could feel the slight movements of the Eldar as she tried to move away in vain. Moving towards the very ends of the feet, Kellrick explored the toes and the tiny spaces between them even as the Eldar tried to deny him.

The feet, while interesting, were failing to produce any significant result. Kellrick needed to return upwards, where he had had so much success. He ran his fingers up between her thighs again, heedless of her attempts to stop him by clenching her legs together.

'''Unofficial addon'''
His fingers slid unhindered between her thighs, much thanks to the silken smoothness of her bodysuit. Until where he finally felt her [''insert over complicated description of dat pussay here'']

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Space Wolves

2019-04-02T18:40:45Z

2601:546:8200:EA8D:45EB:FB61:FB7E:3867: Move the Inquisitorial Decree next to the line it is censoring instead of below it

{{Infobox Spess Mahreen Chapter
|Name = Space Wolves / Vlka Fenryka
|Heraldry = [[File:Spacewolveslogo.png|200px]]
|Battle Cry = "For Russ and the All father!"|Number = VI
|Founding = [[First Founding]]
|Successors of = N/A
|Successor Chapters = [[Wolf Brothers]] [[Wolfspear]]
|Chapter Master = [[Logan Grimnar]]
|Primarch = [[Leman Russ]]
|Homeworld = [[Fenris]]
|Specialty = CQC, shock assaults, infantry, encirclement tactics
|Strength = 2-3000, fluff is vague
|Allegiance = [[Imperium of Man]]
|Colours = Grey-blue and Yellow
}}
{{topquote|Let a man never stir on his road a step without his weapons of war; for unsure is the knowing when need shall arise of a [[Wolfspear|spear]] on the way without.|Havamal}}

{{Topquote|FUCKING FURRIES!!!|Magnus the Red when Space Wolves are mentioned near him}}

The '''Vlka Fenryka''' (Internally called The Rout, known to the wider Imperium and most of the fans as the Space Wolves) are a loyalist Chapter of [[Viking]]-inspired [[Space Marines]]. They're as [[Manly Marines|manly]] as the Angry Marines are [[Angry Marines|angry]]. Big fans of wolves. Extremely [[Viking|Nordic]], very melee oriented, and often found drinking and feasting when not at war. Given that they're honor and legacy obsessed Nordic melee powerhouses, one can draw many parallels between the Wolves and [[Dwarfs (Warhammer Fantasy)|Dwarfs]] and [[Warriors of Chaos]] from Warhammer Fantasy. The chapter is traditionally rivals with the Thousand Sons, though one might see the Wolves as a direct loyalist counterpart for the [[World Eaters]] and [[Night Lords]] due to their penchant both for suicidal, berserk charges and individualistic, undisciplined attitudes. However, the Wolves fight to protect people and do their duty to the Emperor, not for the hell of it. They're as cunning as the [[Raven Guard]] and as bold as the [[Blood Angels]], with fierce pride in their culture and individual prowess. More so than any other chapter, every Space Wolf is a unique and proud hero of the Imperium.

That said, they aren't all fun and bar-room games, as they have their unique flaws. These are elaborated on below.

They're one of the more "controversial" chapters, because fans will circlejerk them to death about how amazing the Chapter is, though the chapter's numerous detractors will rant endlessly about how the Chapter are all furries. Much of this conflict comes from GW's dissonance between the Vlka Fenryka of the books, and the Space Wolves of the tabletop game. The Vlka Fenryka of the Black Library books are a chapter with many different tribal and historical inspirations, drawing on Viking and Germanic culture along with their favorite totem and symbol, the wolf. The Space Wolves of the tabletop game ride wolves into battle, adorn themselves with wolves, name their gear and vehicles after wolves. That said, this difference is only bad translations and cultural changes over 10,000 years.

Ultimately, what defines the Space Wolves isn't their predatory, barbaric instincts- it's how they accept and use their savagery '''without''' being controlled by it or forgetting its downsides, pretty hard to do in 40k for [[Khorne|various reasons]]. Fenris is a world of constant warfare, where resources are scarce, monsters are omnipresent, and other humans constantly threaten every potential Space Wolf. Their initiation ritual involves implanting the candidate with the Canis Helix, then leaving them out in the wild to fight their way back to the Fang. To become a son of Russ, one has to make it back without giving in to their inner beast. They're fully aware of their own potential for senseless violence, and choose to fight the biggest monsters and save the people of the Imperium rather than giving in.

==Brief History and Main Overview==
Before Russ was discovered, the Wolves were a bunch of dicks. They were [[World Eaters|uncontrollable]] [[Night Lords|bullies]]. They were developed in isolation along with the [[Salamanders]] and [[Alpha Legion]], and were considered a fractious and undisciplined force, to the degree of officers losing control of their troops in the middle of a battle. To make matters worse, they often slaughtered civilians who had no way of fighting back. Their geneseed was also extremely difficult to implant in aspirants, often killing them.

Leman Russ was basically [[Viking]] Mowgli, being raised by wolves before he was captured (or possibly chose to/was talked into joining them, fluff varies) by the humans of Fenris and became adopted son to Jarl Thengir. When Thengir passed, Leman became Jarl by virtue of being the biggest badass on Fenris. And that's saying something. Ol' Empy came along and said 'JOIN ME!' in his typical dickish fashion. Leman then called him out to <s>three contests</s> (STOP! [[retcon|RETCON]] TIME!) a combat (double retcon: the Horus Heresy book Wolfsbane brought back the drinking contest as canon). The Emperor agreed to the duel and they went at it so enthusiastically they wrecked the feast hall they were in pretty thoroughly as Leman gave a good account of himself. In the end, Big. E (rather unsurprisingly) proved the better warrior and he knocked Russ out. When he finally woke up from his pummelling, Leman recognised the Emperor as a worthy master, and agreed to serve.

(Older fluff had Russ call Emps out to three challenges: drinking, eating, and fighting (though goodness knows why they didn't do the fighting bit first. If your fighters are drunk and stuffed, the fight will be less interesting). Leman showed up the Emperor in the first two contests, supposedly eating an entire ox and drinking a dozen barrels of mead. When the two of them fought, though, the Emperor was the victor, punching Russ out fair and square on the spot. But a one-shot knock out didn't make for a great story so it got changed into a proper fight.)

Leman very much remade his Legion. The Wolf King used a combination of myth-as-metaphor, genuine superstition, and the influence of Fenrisian veterans to promote discipline and obedience. He taught his warriors to control their bloodlust and kill who they had to rather than butcher everything in sight. That said, the VIth Legion would cross any line and kill any traitor for the Emprah. They fought to make the galaxy safe for humanity, but they were willing to accept the loss of human life. After Yarant and the battle with the Alpha Legion, they started to reevaluate this attitude. It was a process rather than a sudden snap, but they gradually focused less on punishing oathbreakers and more on protecting innocents.

One further thing of note is that it is implied by an offhand comment of Russ's in the Horus Heresy books that the two missing legions were destroyed or at least broken by the Space Wolves, so if it is true then that brings their legion kill tally to three.

The Space Wolves are another example on how Games Workshop lusts after medieval Scandinavian history and mythology. As if the [[Warriors of Chaos]] weren't already enough of a tip off to that. Given that they are the only Space Marines to have wolves, beards, wield axes, laugh boisterously, and act like something more than sombre, grim assholes, and because they have names like 'Ragnar' and 'Bjorn' they are instantly considered manlier than all other Spehss Mehreens, including the Chaos ones.

The Space Wolves also have a complex relationship with religion. The people of Fenris had several deities and considered the Fang to be a hall of immortals where the valorous dead went even during the Great Crusade, which Big E overlooked because the results produced in the form of the Space Wolves were worth it. After a Fenrisian warrior proves his mettle while a Wolf Priest (equivalent to a [[Valkyrie]] except it's a power-armored old man instead of a sexy shieldmaiden) is watching, he gets taken to the Fang (which is the equivalent of [[Valhalla]]) and given superhuman abilities and immortality to feast and train for the final battle; so this is true, in an Obi-Wan Kenobi sort of way. After becoming a Space Marine, they take on a more secular worldview, though superstition and storytelling remain. However, even though they describe Russ as performing impossible feats or act like talismans will protect them, many of their stories are in point of fact allegorical, and their superstitious beliefs are implied to be more of a subconscious way of steeling themselves against the possibility of death. So at the end of the day, your average Space Wolf (if such a thing is possible) believes that his necklace will ward off bad luck and the runes on his armor will protect him from sorcery while saying that Russ defeated the two-headed god of death and made him work for him, he's using the necklace to make himself more willing to risk death, a belief in runes to help resist psychic powers, and really saying that Russ harnessed the bloodlust of the VIth and gave it purpose. That said, he probably believes that Russ literally wrestled Morkai into submission too. Which means the Wolves of the novels have a rich cultural depth, while the Wolves of the tabletop are wolfy wolves who wolve wolves.

Based on their characterization in Prospero Burns and Battle for the Fang, they hold relatively little regard for "mortals" but without ignoring them outright or being dicks to them, and they highly respect bravery in battle. On top of all that, they happen to have the most compassionate and bro-tier Chapter Masters ever, [[Logan Grimnar]]. Logan is known for being famously sympathetic to the common man of the Imperium, defending his mortal charges with a passion beyond reason. This attitude has earned him a somewhat mixed reputation among the upper echelons of the Imperium, because while Grimnar is much loved by the people of the Imperium, he also has a bad habit of leading his chapter [[Armageddon#First War for Armageddon|into conflict]] with other factions of the Imperium when he deems it necessary.

If they were in a vidya game, they'd probably be voiced by Brian Blessed, or his royal Cinemaness CHRISTOPHER LEE, may he glory and feast forever in Valhalla.

They also once managed to kill an entire [[Void whale|VOID WHALE]]! (If a hideously malformed one) Scary Badass Grampa Werewolf Viking FTW!

In older codices, Leman Russ also killed and skinned a colossal deepsea creature that was confirmed to have Tyranid DNA, before the Emprah showed up. Like with a spear and wooden boat. Suck it, [[Macragge]]

Spess Wohlfs, if not already obvious, draw upon a heavy Viking theme, an equally heavy werewolf theme, and wolves in general. As such, the Space Wolves, Black Templars, White Scars, World Eaters and Khornate Worshipers in general, are the few people to realize that they all live in a fantasy universe with spaceships.

Another question that might come up if one thought about it is what happened to all of their extra marines. Even between the Burning of Prospero, a brutal void battle with the Alpha Legion straight afterwards and the rest of the Horus Heresy, the Wolves and their descendants were reduced to a chapter strength of about 1200 marines by the 41st Millenium. Even with attrition over the years, they should have been left with thousands of marines to split into different chapters. The main school of thought is that the Wolves split into two chapters, the original Space Wolves as well as the Wolf Brothers. While the Wolf Brothers would eventually be disbanded due to [[Mutant|genetic instability]], it would still leave the Space Wolves several thousand marines strong. It's thought that the rest of the Sons of Russ would eventually be brought down to close to Codex Chapter strength by attrition, as their numbers were overcome by casualties, the rise of the Mark of the Wulfen, and alcohol poisoning. Another hypothesis is that there would be other chapters that would split off from the Wolves, albeit unofficially or by their origins being proscribed for...whatever reason. However, if the Wolves were indeed left to be several hundred strong after Guilliman got his reform on, it would mean that after Russ's disappearance, the wolves [[Grimdark|were slowly dying out]] after their recruitment numbers dwindled to the dozens per year. (Though the natural ratio of recruits-to-casualties probably reached an equilibrium point at some point a few centuries afterwords, and has hovered right around that point for a long time. [[Grimdark]] doesn't always mean [[Fail|Grimderp]].)

In M32, a small but influential faction within the Rout started experimenting on the Canis Helix, trying to make it less wolfy but preserve the general badassery of Russ' gene seed. This was aimed at realising Russ' dream of Wolves descendants - the reformers saw their Chapter becoming steadily more isolated, making it harder for them to defend the Imperium. Some even claimed that the Imperium would start to question the Wolves' loyalties because of the wulfen issue, putting their existence at risk. They faced lots of internal opposition, but the gene-splicing began to pay off and the Legion's "apotheosis" was looming. Then [[Magnus the Red|this usually level-headed guy]] heard about it, didn't like it and attacked Fenris with extreme prejudice. Magnus' attack left the Fang all but broken and the current Great Wolf dead, along with most of the reformers. Magnus took a thrashing from [[Bjorn the Fell-handed|the bear guy in a Dreadnought]] in the process, but finally had a comeback to all Russ' "forever alone" jokes (fuck, even the Salamanders probably have successors these days). As predicted, although the Wolves are still revered throughout much of the Imperium, they're also mistrusted by its rulers and institutions. Inquisition tried pretty hard to bring them to heel over the whole Armageddon fracas - it's a fair bet that they wouldn't have tried this if the Wolves had a few successor Chapters to call on. Oh, and their attack on the Fang did a similar amount of damage to what Magnus managed.

Skip ahead to current time and the Space Wolves are still on edge with the rest of the Imperium, though mostly due to their refusal to back down when taunted and by getting confrontational with all of their allies. Despite the Wulfen then becoming a pretty overt thing with the return of the 13th Company from the Eye of Terror (all of whom had become Wulfen), the Space Wolves remained out of the Inquisition's ire due to the 13th Black Crusade. Que the Thousand Sons, however, as Magnus bee-lined straight for [[Fenris]] and the system goes to hell. Fenris, despite fighting off Magnus' advances, then gets butchered by the [[Grey Knights]] and the Inquisition because the Fenrissians had been exposed to Chaos. Unable to really do anything about it, the Space Wolves take it on the cheek as they're too busy trying to stop Chaos from fucking everyone else over and avenging their fallen. They send men to Cadia to stop Abbadon, but ultimately; Cadia breaks.

Eventually [[Roboute Guilliman|Grandpappy Smurf]] wakes up and takes charge of the Imperium and dishes out his new shiny [[Primaris Marines]] to everyone who needs them. This bolsters the Space Wolves' numbers after they were clusterfucked by basically everyone possible, and the Rune Priests declare Fenris' spirit to be renewed, even though their system is basically ripped in half. In addition, the whole forever alone thing is in question now, since they were given a new successor chapter, the [[Wolfspear]] (because naming them something without 'wolf' in the name wouldn't be possible). Since the Wolfspear are all Primaris, [[Cawl]] has modified their genetic structure, they seem to be immune to the Canis Helix going extreme and turning them into monsters like the Wolf Brothers; though it's yet to be seen if the Space Wolves will actually accept them as kin. In fact, the Wolfspear have severe daddy issues in the idea that they believe their Primaris status would make the Space Wolves see them as lesser (despite acknowledging the fact that the Space Wolves themselves actually took in a bunch of Primaris into their own chapter).

==Relationship with the Thousand Sons==
Space Wolves have a talent for [[rage]], and it is thought by some that they pride themselves with the sheer number of enemies they have. But the [[Thousand Sons]] Chaos Legion is by and large their greatest enemy, at least that's what they think. The fact is that the rivalry began when the Space Wolves (with help from Custodians and Sisters of Silence) kicked the living shit out of the Thousand Sons on their home planet, which is like having your country host the Olympics and then getting last place in every event (much like Canada in the 1976 Summer Olympics and again in the 1988 Winter Olympics). Before that, [[Leman Russ]], [[Primarch]] of the Space Wolves, broke the back of [[Magnus the Red]], who is Primarch of the Thousand Sons. TO BE FAIR, Magnus felt that he deserved it and therefore ordered his warriors to deactivate all planetary defenses (he actually deactivated it himself and even killed one of his own captains to hide the coming of the invasion fleet). If the Thousand Sons had their defenses active, the Wolf of the Wolf Wolf Wolves probably would have had a much harder time of it. As it is, even with all the backup the Wolves had, once they ran out of planetary defense forces in parade uniforms to slaughter, and came across the Thousand Sons, the Wolves/Custodians/Sisters were slowed down a little until Tzeentch pulled the troll lever (though he might've been bolstering the Sons' powers already, which the Ruinous Powers later did with Horus, and this was just a side effect) and the Sons' greatest psykers started mutating and exploding like Tetsuo from Akira.

Considering the [[Emprah]] basically just asked for Leman Russ to give Magnus a ride to Earth, this is more like your parents asking you to tell your younger sibling to come out of their room and clean up the mess they made, only for you to go in there, shoot off both their legs, take a dump on the floor and set the room on fire, chase them out into the streets, murder his best friends, and then tell your parents that the brat suffered for not taking responsibility for the five or so school books on the couch. Of course, [[Horus]] helped that all along, having already went full daddy hate:he twisted Big big E's orders into "rape prospero, k tnx", being a loyal lapdog Russ just rolled with it. Just as planned. Chief Custodian Valdor also urged Russ to curbstomp Magnus for good, presumably because he was concerned what kind of damage Magnus could do in person, given how much trouble he caused from millions of light-years away.

This set the tone for the rest of their unhealthy relationship. The Thousand Sons do something to piss off the Space Wolves, usually some brilliant, convoluted plan, and the Space Wolves just charge and beat the living shit out of them and laugh in their faces when they find out how much work those [[Tzeentch]]ies put into their plots. Sadly, this usually comes at a staggering toll in Space Wolf lives. So [[grimdark]]. Oh, and the Thousand Son's usually accomplish some underlying secret objective.

Many theories are abound as to why the Space Wolves hate the Thousand Sons and their sorcery so much. The most popular amongst fa/tg/uys is that the Thousand Sons Primarch, Magnus, being aware of Russ's [[furry|bestiality]], was always watching him from his magical lookout, riding up and down his sorcerer's tower to observe Russ from every height and depth, intently channeling the power of his one-eyed cyclops to pierce into Russ's most intimate chambers. Understandably, this left Russ very (literally) [[butthurt]] indeed and eager for vengeance. Or because Magnus is a NERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD.

One theory disclosed to the Khan, admittedly from the probably-not-very-reliable source of a shade of Magnus left behind on Prospero, suggests that there could be an even more sinister reason for the hatred, suggesting that there is a dark reason why the Wolves put runes of protection on every part of their wargear (other books suggest the Wolves place huge importance on runes and symbolism).

Also while it may seem laughable that the axe dragging wolf-fucking barbarians continually thwart the plans of the hyper-intelligent sorcerers, the wolves are actually probably the most ideal chapter to fight them (except, perhaps, the [[Grey Knights]], for obvious reasons). They have the Canis Helix which causes them to wolf out rather than be corrupted by chaos, and the Rune "Magic" that their Rune Priests use is literally the closest thing to sorcery used in the Imperium. Add to that the fact that they have one of the most impressive fleets in the entire Imperium, making them somewhat less worried about warp storms, and you have a group almost tailor-made to resist the Thousand Sons.

Other people believe that Space Wolves are indeed a traitor legion and the Thousand Sons a loyal one. Think a second about it. What are the benefits of the Mark of Khorne? Rage and counterattack, exactly the same rules Blood Claws have. Why Russ destroyed completely Prospero if Magnus was not defending himself and his only sin was warning the Emperor about the Horus Heresy? Why Russ went to the Warp? To become a Daemon-Prince? Why they don't recognized Guilliman as their spiritual leader? Why they don't follow the codex who has given so much prosperity to the Imperium? What are those mutations wulfen have? Gifts of Chaos? However, these people are idiots who don't read the lore and have bad grammar, so you shouldn't listen to them.

===Ragnar Blackmane===
[[File:Yiff yaff.jpg|300px|thumb|right|HERESY]]
Perhaps the best example can be found in ''The Space Wolf Omnibus'', in which [[Ragnar Blackmane]], who is at that time a Bloodclaw (neophyte), not only fucks over a Sorcerer, but Magnus the Red himself. The Sorcerer, [[Madox]], is so pissed at being foiled by Ragnar that he bitches about it to other Thousand Sons, who find this hilarious, and goes around making plots, which Ragnar manages to fuck up nicely, thereby saving the galaxy. Ragnar even took the spear of his Primarch and hurled it into the eye of Magnus the Red. Do note that this is as much canon as other [[Black Library|BL]] anti-fluff shit.

Because of this, the [[Blood Ravens]] forge a weapon named after Ragnar, who tells them to keep their toys because he doesn't need it (though in all reality he had a suspicion that they were trying to 'fence' their 'gift' by giving it to him to evade Imperial authorities).

He and his pack (and about 30 Militarum Tempestus Stormtroopers people somehow always forget to mention (because theyd all be dead before they got to attack obviously)once fought off 40 odd genestealers in close combat. In the actual game and fluff; fighting this many 'stealers in melee is a one way ticket to massive rending claw induced ASSRAPE for anything short of a vehicle with AV 14 on its backside, and a roughly equal number of Genestealers tore apart Marduk's Terminator Armoured Wordbearers and accompanying Khornate Berzerkers and Possessed Marine and wiped out more than half of the strike force he took. Yet somehow he managed to avoid being torn into gory paper thin pieces and come out on top (like this kind of thing is really uncommon with book marines). He manages this <s>without</s> ''by'' being a [[Mary Sue|Mary]] [[Ultramarines|Sue]]. Why?/How? It's because he's a motherfucking Space Viking. Also they were helped by about forty Militarum Tempestus Stormtroopers and two Inquisitors, so it wasn't quite as one sided as it sounds.

==The Fate of Leman Russ==
Of Leman Himself, you ask? Legends state that after a great feast, He said unto his warriors:

<blockquote>"Listen closely Brothers, for my time is short. . There shall come a time far from now when our Chapter itself is dying, even as I am now dying, and our foes shall gather to destroy us. Then my children, I shall listen for your call in whatever realm of death holds me, and come I shall, no matter what the laws of life and death forbid. At the end I will be there. For the final battle. For the Wolftime."</blockquote>

And so, Leman departed, with his closest retinue... No, not you Bjorn... Some say he searches for a means to revive His God-Emperor.. But despite the efforts of the Great Hunt, Leman remains beyond the reach of Man... Who knows what great feats of Heroism he undertakes....

. . . Oh, who the fuck are we kidding? Leman got lost in the [[Warp]] and became a Daemon Primarch of Kho-{{BLAM|//Historitor 109.163.233.200 decommissioned by Inquisitorial decree.//}}

He was, in fact, [[Horo|turned into a small girl]]. (Holy shit! A [[Tzeentch|change]] like that can only mean that Magnus must have gotten revenge.) And if by that you think we mean, "Russ had a shitton of bastard children everywhere and one was a mutant that could shapeshift" then yes; only because Russ's kids turning into [[Werewolf|wolves]] is nothing new. Nobody really knows if this had happened before he went to [[Warhammer Fantasy]] and made the Norscans or not, but since they aren't vikings out of a shoujo anime, we can make a pretty good educated guess. Somehow, he found his way back to the Dark Millenium, still stuck in the form of a [[Horo|small girl]].

(But seriously, we have no idea. There HAVE been sporadic reports of sightings of the 13th great Company with Russ leading them, for what that's worth. And Magnus has mentioned that he knows exactly what happened to Russ, but it's not like he'd ever tell them.)

Actually he has entered Slaanesh's realm of eternal yiff, meaning we will never see him again.

Until GW releases him, because they've said at least 2 more loyalist Primarchs are coming and its obviously the Lion and the Wolf since Guilliman can kind of stand in for the space marines covered by the regular space marine codex while Russ' legion really could use him back after the ass kicking they got from Magnus and the Inquisition, and the Dark Angels' storyline is rather clearly leading to the Lion's reawakening.

==Organization==
[[File:Tyranid Attack.jpeg|350px|right|thumb|The wolves taking on a [[Tyranid]] horde.]]
Since they only see the [[Codex Astartes]] as a source of toilet paper (when they bother to wipe), the Space Wolves have roles and titles far different from the standard Space Marine chapters. Additionally, while traditional chapters each hold ten ~100-strong companies, the Space Wolves instead have 12 autonomous companies, each of which is in varying strength and since they aren't bound by the Codex, each company may have more than 100 marines on hand (in fact, a full list of the members of Grimnar's company gives them a strength of nearly 200). However, the Space Wolf legion were never particularly numerous following the [[Horus Heresy]] in the part due to their unstable gene-seed and the fact they they were restricted to recruiting from one world ''(The fact that [[Magnus the Red]] destroyed the long-sought cure to this during his attack on Fenris for this didn't help, but it should be noted that it wasn't that big of a victory for Magnus, as Bjorn made it quite clear he would have destroyed the project when he found out about it)'' but also the battles of the Horus Heresy hurt the Space Wolves legion badly; culminating in the [[Battle of Trisolian]] which effectively ended their existence as a "Legion" altogether.

Even so, with 12 independent Great Companies (each with their own fleets, logistics support etc), this means that even if each Great Company had 100 brothers, they would outnumber a normal codex-compliant Spess Mehreens chapters by at least 20%. This is corroborated by the 7E codex which has rules for playing a Great Company on its own; consisting of eleven squads of varying size.

However since each Great Company doesn't bother to limit themselves to 100 (some Space Wolves great companies sometimes number over 300 brothers) it means that they outnumber codex chapters by an even greater degree, so with that said, the [[Apocalypse]] formation for the same thing has no hard limit on the number of Blood Claw squads that may be taken, so will probably represent a good period of recruitment for the Chapter. Therefore the total numbers will vary over time in response to casualties and recruitment rates but can reasonably reach estimations of 3000 marines or more; several times the official codex strength at peak times.

As of 998.M41, [[Logan Grimnar]]'s own company was the largest in the chapter and it totaled 200 exactly ''(not counting the "Great Wolf" assets like Dreadnoughts & Priests)'' whilst [[Ragnar Blackmane]]'s was said to be second, sitting at 162 marines. Following the return of Magnus and the battle of Fenris this number would undoubtedly be diminished, though after the [[Ultima Founding]], the number probably remains about the same if not slightly higher as the chapter would be bolstered with Primaris reinforcements. Guilliman probably has more sense than delivering 1000 new warriors to a chapter which already "should" have around 1000 warriors; for excess Primaris Marines we have the [[Wolfspear]] Chapter.

===Hierarchy===
The different ranks and assignments for the Wolves are the following:

*'''Great Wolf''': The [[Chapter Master]] of the Space Wolves, the Great Wolf (also known as the ''High King'' by people who want to tone down the overwolf (i.e. everyone)) is chosen from among the Wolf Lords by virtue of <s>having the most furry porn</s> being the most badass of an army of space vikings. The Great Wolf is effectively the First Captain of the Space Wolves, commanding an elite Great Company that includes the members of the three Priesthoods and the Chapter's Dreadnoughts. [[Logan Grimnar]] serves as the current Great Wolf.
*'''[[Wolf Lord]]''': The [[Brother-Captain]]s of a company in Codex Chapters (although more like a watered-down vanilla chapter master), Wolf Lords (AKA the ''Jarls'') lead their Great Companies and charge the Iron Priests with maintenance of its motor pool and the Wolf Priests with recruiting new Astartes.
* '''[[Wolf Guard]]''': A cross between [[Veteran Squad|Veterans]] and [[Honour Guard]], Wolf Guards (''Thanes'') serve as the body guard of the Wolf Lord and leading packs in battle, serving as the Space Wolves version of a [[Brother-Sergeant]]. They also get [[Terminator]] armour. In ''Second Edition'' they also got to take any weapons they liked and could be built from stock parts with an Assault Cannon and Cyclone Missile Launcher. This led to many games being won as Assault Force Dickhead rampaged across the table murdering everything.
* '''[[Wolf Priest]]''': Combining the role of [[Apothecary]] and [[Chaplain]], the Wolf Priests do the standard roles of preaching and medical duties, but are also charged with recruiting Aspirants for their companies. Plus they have a secret role on the battlefield, trying to prevent their battle-brothers from turning into Wulfen.
* '''[[Iron Priest]]''': The Iron Priests serve the role of [[Techmarine]]s, overseeing the motorpool and equipment of the companies they belong to.
* '''[[Rune Priest]]''': Taking the role of [[Librarian]]s in Codex Chapters, Rune Priests are the [[psyker]]s of the Space Wolves. However, instead of seeing their powers as coming from the [[Warp]], they hold that their powers come from the world spirit of Fenris, and consult the runes in a means to divine the future. Trying to explain to the Rune Priests that they're drawing power from the Warp, and that they cannot "draw their powers from Fenris" while being half-Galaxy away from it will usually result in the non-Space Wolf getting a month's stay in the Apothecarion. The ultimate irony of this is that they are, in reality, Sorcerers, the very thing they denounced the Thousand Sons for being. Whether they are psykers or not. Besides, if Fenris has a world spirit, it is something akin to a Daemon World...
* '''Wolf Scouts''': Each Great Company will have members who shun their pack brothers and are shunned in return, preferring the company of more somber individuals, Wolf Scouts serve to scout out enemy positions and terrain. As opposed to the regular codex, Wolf Scouts tend to be veterans of battle able to rein in their savage rage.
* '''Lone Wolf''': Space Wolves who are the last of their pack. The loss of their brethren drive them to seek a glorious death in combat at the hands of some form a fell enemy. Think of Dwarf Slayers only a few metres tall with powered armour and weapons of doom and destruction. Often the only way out of the Lone Wolf lifestyle is managing to kill something that the individual shouldn't have survived killing and being elevated into the Wolf Guard.
* '''[[Skyclaw]]s''': Skyclaws are the trouble makers among a Chapter of trouble makers, forced to wear Jump Packs. The Space Wolves view Jump Packs as an insult, reasoning that if the Emperor wanted them to fly, he would have given them wings. Snide comments regarding [[Sanguinius]] result in a short game of tug-o-war involving the offending battle-brother's beard.
* '''[[Thunderwolf Cavalry]]''': Space Wolves who function in a manner similar to a [[Bike Squad]], but instead of actual bikes, they use Thunderwolves, which can be the size of a small car.
* '''[[Long Fang]]s''': Taking the role of [[Devastator Squad|Devastators]], Long Fangs are veterans who have grown long in the fang. No pun here - Space Wolves' teeth actually lengthen as they age, as an effect of a mutated Betcher's Gland.
* '''[[Grey Hunter]]s''': Having the role of [[Tactical Squad|Tactical Marines]], Grey Hunters are those Marines who have survived long enough as Blood Claws to quell the worst of their ferocity and blood lust (read: wear a helmet in battle). Their new found experience and control allows them to shoot and fight better than their younger brethren.
* '''[[Blood Claw]]s''': Neophyte Space Wolves who serve in the [[Assault Squad|Assault Marine]] roles of Codex Chapters.

=== Other Assets ===
The Space Wolves have an impressive number of other gadgets and gizmos going for them.

Not least the fact that the Fang (''Aett'') is one of the three most defended locations in the entire Imperium ''(the other two being the Imperial Palace on '''Terra''' and the Keep Inviolate on '''Kolossi''' the homeworld of [[Imperial Knight|House Raven]])'' and is tall enough that entire [[Imperial Navy|battlefleets]] can dock with the fortress.

Speaking of battlefleets; the Wolves themselves have a navy to rival most others, with eight Battle Barges and more than thirty Strike Cruisers, which in terms of logistical support could accommodate over 5400 fighting men. As well as this, they have '''TWO''' Star Forts and over forty escort '''squadrons'''. To let you know how much firepower this counts as, some lesser-known chapters would consider themselves fortunate to have even a single battle-barge. Even the [[Grey Knights]] have only four Barges and twelve strike cruisers, so basically when Fenris held off the [[Grey Knights]] during the Months of Shame, they had plenty going for them. They used to have even more ships, and a star-fort network that could put the infamous Iron Circle of Badab to shame before the Thousand Sons attacked Fenris in M33.

They also have '''''over''''' one-hundred [[Dreadnought]]s stored in stasis vaults within their fortress depths, where/how they accumulated them is [[Blood Ravens|uncertain]] and considering that most other chapters tend to have around two or three Dreadnoughts per company, they likely outnumber nearly anyone else by a considerable margin. ''(For comparison, the [[Blood Angels]] have 35 dreadnoughts listed in their rolls of battle)'' This can likely be traced to their viking tendencies to super pillage everything they come across. I mean Logan's got a daemon axe so I'm just assuming they are just ripping daemons out of chaos dreadnought hulls, slapping a new coat of paint, some wolf sigils and motifs on and dropping their wounded brothers in and no one will ever know. They only had one successor chapter (which failed) so they didn't have to share their dreadnought hulls out perhaps?

Not to mention the packs of feral wulfen that they can scrounge up... Yeah, they might happen to have a shit ton of unregistered mutated werewolf murder machines lying around as ''''failed'''' aspirants. That said, Fenris is far less populous than the likes of Macragge, and feral Wulfen are basically wildlife, so this is a moot point.

Oh, and all the "actual" Fenrisian Wolves & Thunderwolves that the chapter can muster.

They also uniquely possess [[Helfrost Weaponry]] thanks to rare, Fenrisian crystals.

==Combat doctrine==
{{topquote|The best way to defeat a Space Wolf is to wolf his wolf. You must be careful, though, because if the Space Wolf wolfs your wolf first, then your wolf is wolfed.|Attributed to Wolf Rider Volk Wolfclaw, ''On the Weaknesses of the Space Wolf Doctrine''}}
{{topquote|A good way to get into a state of pure wolfness, would be that you shall wolf the wolf until the wolfing wolf wolfs. Then, when the wolf wolfs your wolfness, the wolves of the wild will wolf your wolf up. Wolf!|Attributed to Wolf Master Jonal Wolfhand, "The Call of the Nightblizzard''}}
{{topquote|Wolf wolf wolf wolf wolfity wolf. Wolf wolf, wolfo wolfy wolf wolf wolf. Wolf? Wolf!|Attributed to Wolf Lord Egil Ironwolf, ''On the Intricacies of Tactical Wolffare''}}

Jokes aside, the Space Wolves are rather unusual when it comes to organisation and tactics. Contrary to what many fans will tell you, they do actually study the Codex Astartes's points on combat, though they completely reject it from an organizational standpoint. In battle the warriors of the Rout will usually work on their own initiative and experience, but at the same time, they don't disrespect or ignore the lessons of the codex. Their battle strategies tend to be neglected in favor of localized battlefield tactics. They keep to their wolf theme by working as a "pack", with very "make it up as we go along" tactics. This doesn't bite them in the ass as much as it would other space marine chapters, because they can "smell the plan" (I can't make this shit up). The books try to base this off of how normal wolves coordinate hunts, with nonverbal cues being premium. The idea is that the wolves can read the situation by [[Hive Mind|smelling their pack member's moods and thoughts]], using natural pheromone cues (and a few added by the Canis Helix) to anticipate the moods of those around them. This is actually why most wolves prefer to fight without helmets: you can't smell anything in the sealed environment of closed power armor.

== Flaws ==
As many on /tg/ will happily tell you, the Wolves are far from perfect. Where the [[Imperial Fists]] are inflexible and stubborn and the [[Dark Angels]] are unreliable and austere, the Wolves are boisterous and arrogant. During the Heresy (and/or when Chris Wraight is writing them) they were incredibly brutal toward those they saw as oath-breakers, even if the oath-breaker in question was a fleeing, defenseless civilian. The Ragnar Blackmane books further emphasize this and also portrayed the Chapter as willing to ignore the misdeeds of their heroes in spite of the importance they place on honor. This, combined with the Wolves hating the Thousand Sons for being psykers [[Rune Priest|while also using psykers]] led many to label the Wolves hypocrites, especially since the Space Wolves pick a fight with the Flesh Tearers for killing civilians in spite of their own troubled history in that regard. Fans are quick to point out that the Rune Priests are much more cautious than the Thousand Sons, who actually used Goddamn Chaos familiars during the Great Crusade, and newer fluff further emphasizes that the Wolves hate the Thousand Sons for having no control while pretending they have a better understanding of the Warp, NOT just for being psykers. Furthermore, by the 41st Milennium, the Wolves nearly always stuck out their necks to protect the people of the Imperium, and actively stopped the Flesh Tearers' rampage. Now, everyone including Wolves players admit that the Sons of Russ are entirely too short-sighted and prone to making enemies for their own good. During the Heresy, almost nobody liking them bit them in the ass at Alaxxes Nebula, but fast-forward to M41 and they're happily pissing off the Inquisition, Ecclesiarchy, Dark Angels, Ultramarines, etc. During Warzone Fenris, the galaxy at large is only too ready to write the Wolves off as heretics. Fans and detractors alike also note that it's [[Skub|arguable]] whether being so quick to make enemies and disobey orders to save civilians really saves more people in the long run, especially at Armageddon, where the Wolves' actions backfire badly.

== Civilians ==
Of all the inconsistently written aspects of the Chapter, this is by far the worst offender. Sometimes, the Space Wolves are written as brutal and merciless, giving zero fucks about collateral damage or civilian casualties. On the other hand, sometimes the Wolves [[Salamanders|put their lives on the line to protect the innocent.]] This can induce [[Rage]] in just about any fan, because some people get into the Space Wolves seeing them as heroes while others prefer their more savage, bloodthirsty tendencies. The best fluff attempts to find a middle ground by presenting them as violent and pragmatic, but disciplined during the Heresy and increasingly heroic over time. By M41, the Wolves actively stop the Flesh Tearers from murdering Imperial civilians at Honour's End, disobey orders to protect the settlers at Thressiax, and play chicken with the Inquisition to save the people of Armageddon : this example is particularly notable, because the Wolves didn't just attempt to save the civilians from the Inquisition, for the first few months of the conflict they did so with passive resistance, defending civilian transports with the shields and hulls of their own ships, never firing back. This paints a picture of [[Awesome|a Chapter that actually becomes MOAR independent and heroic as the galaxy goes to shit around them.]] Then Warzone Fenris happened. In it, the Wolves pretty much abandon their allies to focus on the Wulfen. On the plus side, they send warriors to Cadia and Maccrage in spite of the mauling the Thousand Sons hand them.

==Daily rituals of a Space Wolf==
13:00 - Wake Up with Hangover - The Space Wolf awakens from his booze-induced coma and begins the day. Headaches abound. Aspirin is consumed by the ton. 
13:10 - Morning Piss - The Space Wolf empties the alcohol that has accumulated in his bladder(s) in the Sacred Alcohol Excretion Grounds. 
13:11 - Morning Fart - The Space Wolf empties his intestines. Pissing without farting is like going to a holy site without praying to the Emperor, which is heresy. 
13:20 - Morning Piss Ends - The Space Wolves have finally finished urinating. 
13:30 - Ritual Intake of Alcoholic Beverages - The Space Wolf now cracks open his first cold one of the day. The first of many. Cheerios may be consumed as well. 
13:45 - Firing Drills - The Space Wolf consumes another liter of alcohol before going out back and shooting empty beer bottles with his bolter. This takes place far away from the Alcohol Excretion Grounds, after that one time Brother Brynjolf accidentally lit his own piss on fire, and ended up in the sickbay until his beard grew back and he was thus fit to be seen in public again. 
14:00 - Freeze your Gonads - The Space Wolf sheds his armor and most of his clothing to wander around Asaheim for an hour. 
15:00 - Feeding of the Land Raiders - Space Wolf observes a feast with his brothers in honour of the chapter's revered battle machines. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow. 
15:30 - Boozing of the Land Raiders - No feast is complete without shittons of liquor. Ale and beer are poured and scrubbed all over the most honoured of the chapter's war machines. Many still have bullet holes, sometimes allowing beer to get into the exhaust ports and make for kickass explosions later. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow. 
16:00 - Wolf your Wolf - Grey Hunters and older Space Wolves take this time to play with their favourite 4-legged companions. Blood Claws are still wandering around outside naked in the snow. 
16:30 - Save the Blood Claws - Blood Claws are brought in from the cold. Most are frozen blue or black - and hungry for more. 
17:00 - Evening feast - Eat. Drink. Start brawls. The usual non-warzone Space Wolf thing. 
18:00 - Try to wake up [[Bjorn the Fell Handed|Bjorn]]. 
18:10 - Give up, try to find something fun on the Vox Saga. 
19:00 - Night shitter break. 
20:00 - Night firing drills - Much to the Iron Priest's dismay, the Space Wolves practice writing their names in the snow with bolters. In runes. In the dark. 
21:00 - Ritual Intake of Narcotics and Purging of Testicles - bitches and blow. 
05:00 - Daily Rest - The Space Wolf passes out. 

==A Quick Word Out of Character==
The true reason for all this, is that, we at /tg/, in our pathetic, low-reaching mastery of comedy, have seen how idiotic it is that every goddamn Space Wolf codex unnecessarily uses the word "wolf" as a prefix or a suffix every 3rd sentence (similar to the [[Robin Cruddace|Tyranid codex]] shoe-horning the prefix ''bio-'' into every 3rd sentence). Since /tg/ is an easily angered monster, not unlike an [[Angry Marine]], we furiously attempt to link Space Wolves to furries (it's really fucking annoying), as we are as fucked up as [[Chaos Pretty Marines]].

It has been established in the ''[[Horus Heresy]]'' series that the VI Legion doesn't employ the word "wolf" as much as they appear to do. Wolves are readily apparent in their motifs, such as Leman Russ's titles as "Wolf-King" and "Great Wolf," as well as in the formal name of the Wolf Guard, but it's not as overblown as it's made out to be. Apparently, whoever did the Fenrisian-to-Gothic translation made a few errors. First off, they don't call themselves "the Space Wolves." When speaking formally, they refer to themselves as the ''Vlka Fenryka'', which we can look at a few ways. "Fenris" is easy, a reference to Fenrir from Norse mythology. "Vlka" has a couple options; if you walk it backwards through the Germanic ''Volk'' you get "Folk of Fenris". This supports a common theory on 1d4chan where a bunch of colonists landed on a planet, bred giant dogs from their great, great, grand-children (more on that in a minute) then thought, "You know what's better than planet Unicorn? Planet fucking Fenris". So the the ''Vlka Fenryka'' are literally the folk of Fenris. Alternately ''Vlka'' can be translated from Slavic to get the "Wolves of Fenris" again.

No matter what you conclude on, you get Dan Abnett using linguistics to reinforce his theme that the Space Wolves are misunderstood by the rest of the Imperium - calling the Space Wolves because of a mistranslated word. One could even argue they are actually called "Space People", would make sense since Ragnar referred to them as "Star warriors" in the William King novels and their Fenrisian ''Kaerl'' auxiliaries call them "sky warriors," but the lore from these novels has been left by the wayside so take that as you will. When speaking informally, they refer to themselves as "the Rout", solidifying their purpose as the Emperor's executioners/snowflakes. Additionally, the post of "Wolf-Lord" is also a mistranslation, as they refer to their Company commanders as ''Jarl''. Finally, they don't call their fortress-monastery the Fang, but rather the ''Aett'', which can be literally translated as "clan home." There's also this in-universe [[meme]] "there are no wolves on Fenris." At all. This was started by one of the primarchs remarking that they should be called xenos, because they're natives of an alien planet, and it quickly morphed into a joke. As it turns out, this is literally true.

With regards to the [[Fenrisian Wolf|Fenrisian wolves]], the origin a little more freaky than expected: they're not wolves, but descendants of human-wolf mutants. Back when Fenris was first settled, the colonists had the ''Canis helix'' added to help them adapt to the harsh environment by adding wolf genes to their genetic-makeup. Unfortunately, it worked a little too well--the ''canix helix'' caused a number of settlers to degrade into wolfmen and wolfwomen. Following this, they bred and produced a new strain of wolf into the environment. So there are no ''wolves'' on Fenris. They're just the descendants of human mutants. Which might explain why, post-Heresy, only Fenrisians can become Space Wolves (assuming that's why the successor chapters couldn't handle Russ' gene seed).

So yes, naming the planet after the wolves means we really do just end up all the way back at Wolves of Wolves after all. Whelp.

Of course, that means that the Space Wolves are wearing pelts made of [[Fabius Bile|human skin]], but lets not dwell on that - after all it's fairly common in the Imperium to wear human skulls... WolfyWolfWolf {{BLAM|''' *BLAM*}}.

==Gallery==
<gallery>
File:Lightning2.jpg|'Tis only a matter of time until Steve Blum voices 'em. Apparently, this set somehow makes things you hit weigh less.
File:Warlord of Fenris by NachoMon.jpg|Totally not overcompensating...Yeah he's just hiding a massive hardon with the skull
File:Lemanruss39.jpg|Leman Russ. About to mercilessly fuck over the Thousand Sons.
File:Prospero.jpg|Is he carrying a wooden shield? Really? Against a bolt shell? It better be a Combat Shield.
File:Stormrider.jpg|You better watch out, you better not die, you better not fight, I'm telling you why: Santa Grimnar's coming to town
[[File:http://l.wigflip.com/DucDpDtG/roflbot.jpg]]|Pretty cool guys to hang with.
File:SneakySpaceWolves.png|Space Wolves? Using stealth? [[Heresy]].
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==See also==
*[[Bjorn the Fell Handed]]
*[[Warhammer 40,000/Tactics/Space Wolves(8E)|Tactics/Space Wolves]]
*[[Warriors of Chaos]] - With whom they get into bar brawls and drinking contests to see who is moar [[Viking]]
*[[Skyrar's Dark Wolves]] - Before calling your [[Dark Angels]] brothers [[Troll|traitors]] read [[Svane_Vulfbad|this]] first to understand [[Fallen_Angels|their]][[ rage]].
*[[Legion Consul]] - The old "Commissars" of the VI legion.
*[https://youtu.be/Bh_5ofa__pY/ Space Wolves theme song]

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Flesh Eaters

2019-04-02T18:40:42Z

2601:546:8200:EA8D:45EB:FB61:FB7E:3867: Fixed the Inquisitorial Decree & changed the last quote to how it was typed in the source material.

{{Infobox Spess Mahreen Chapter
|Name = Flesh Eaters
|Heraldry = [[File:FleshEaterLogo.jpg|center|140px]]
|Battle Cry = EAT BURGER!
|Successors of = [[Blood Angels]]
|Founding = [[Third Founding]]
|Successor Chapters = None
|Chapter Master = Unknown
|Primarch = [[Sanguinius]]
|Homeworld = Unknown
|Specialty = [[Rip and Tear]]
|Strength = Unkown
|Allegiance = [[Imperium]]
|Colours = Dark Red
}}
{{Topquote|But if you're gonna dine with them cannibals sooner or later, darling, you're gonna get eaten . . ..|Nick Cave}}
{{topquote|1=HUNGER FOR BURGER... '''HERETIC BURGER'''.|2=[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5tnVODuI-g The sacred edict that Sanguinius was said to have imparted to the founding members of the Flesh Eaters during a vision that inspired their cannibalistic tendencies.]}}

The '''Flesh Eaters''' are a successor chapter of the [[Blood Angels]] from the Third Founding. [[Flesh Tearers|Even]] [[Blood Drinkers|when]] other successors proved to be unstable, [[High Lords of Terra|they]] decided that [[Sanguinius]]'s gene seed was good enough. As you can guess, their name stems from their consumption of flesh. This practice is attributed to a "hyper-reactive" Omophagea. Basically, since [[Space Marines]] can learn by eating things, these guys [[Tzeentch|learn a lot]]. Sadly they are still unable to learn why [[Games Workshop|GW]] keeps leaving them in the dark. Hell, they were even in [[Rogue Trader]]!

==Current Status==
They are still considered to be around. Despite what the 5th Ed BA codex says about being "Fatally undone by their gene-seed", which is code for "We don't even kn-{{BLAM|//Historitor 109.163.233.200 decommissioned by Inquisitorial decree.//}}

The previous statement still rings true as every Blood Angel Successor Chapter showed up to help [[Baal]] out before [[Roboute Guilliman|Mac-daddy Robbie G]] showed up. It can also be assumed that they got [[Primaris Marines]]. But [[Cypher|who]] really [[Matt Ward|knows]]? [[Alpha Legion|Maybe]] they ate them? We can only [[Homebrew|hope and stipulate]] like so many other forgotten successor chapters.

==Campaigns==
*'''The Pentarchy of Blood''' (War of the False Primarch) The [[Flesh Eaters]], [[Space Sharks]], [[Death Eagles]], [[Red Talons]], & the [[Charnel Guard]] destroyed eleven other Space Marine chapters deemed heretics.
*'''Golance War''' The Flesh Eaters get duped by [[Eldar]] and have to be bailed out by the [[Mentor Legion|Mentors]]
*'''Alvatine Suppression''' The Flesh Eaters did ''something'' or were involved with whatever it was. Too bad this event is [[FAIL|not referenced anywhere else]].
*'''[[Devastation of Baal]]''' The Flesh Eaters got almost destroyed.

==Quotes==
{{Topquote|They vilify us for our methods, yet nobody questions the results. We are the chosen Scions of Sanguinius, tempered weapon of the Emperor Himself. Our enemies quake with fear even before we strike first blood. They will soon know it is a fear well founded! Let them fear the Angels of Death, let them fear what is left of their short future; let them pray for death. Brothers, we will answer those prayers|Force Commander Isiah of the Flesh Eaters during the Golance War, 987.M41}}

{{Topquote|This symbol I wear upon my shoulder and I bear upon my banner. He who defiles it defiles me, and shall be damned for all eternity.|Brother Ukadi, Adeptus Astartes Flesh Eaters, prior to the conclusion of the Alvatine Suppression}}

{{Topquote|Yes! Our true purpose is clear! Eat! Eat!! '''B U R G E R !!!'''|Captain Creepio, the first Flesh Eater.}}

==Gallery==
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File:FleshEaterRT.jpg|"Pray For Death" You'll get eaten [[Rape|anyways]].
File:JawsOfDoom.jpg|Charging an [[Ork]] compound with an Auto-pistol. No wonder he's pissed.
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Raven Guard

2018-09-15T21:43:52Z

2601:546:8200:EA8D:45EB:FB61:FB7E:3867: Capitalized Knights of the Raven & Necropolis Hawks; Added hyperlink to Rift Stalkers (added the s at the end so it worked properly), Knights of the Raven, & Necropolis Hawks.

{{Infobox Spess Mahreen Chapter
|Name = Raven Guard
|Heraldry = [[Image:RavGuardLogo.png|center|140px]]
|Battle Cry = Victorus aut Mortis (victory or death)! Alternatively: Surprise Motherfucker
|Number = XIX
|Founding = [[First Founding]]
|Successors of = N/A
|Successor Chapters = [[Black Guard]], Revilers, [[Raptors (Chapter)|Raptors]], [[Death Spectres]], [[Space Sharks|Carcharodon Astra]] (probably), [[Swords of Corvus]], [[Rift Stalkers]] (ultima founding), [[Knights of the Raven]], [[Necropolis Hawks]]
|Chapter Master = [[Kayvaan Shrike]]
|Primarch = [[Corvus Corax]]
|Homeworld = Deliverance
|Specialty = Covert operations/Rapid Deployment
|Strength = Approximately 1,000 Marines
|Allegiance = [[Imperium]]
|Colours = Black and White
}}

{{Topquote|A battle can be won with brute force, or random luck. But a war? A war is won with cunning and waged without mercy. For the noblest of goals one must sometimes commit ignoble acts. So ask me not to justify the Raven Guard's ways. The carrion worlds in our wake should make a statement eloquent enough|Corax, speaking at the Eurydicus Hearing.}}

{{Topquote|Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible; and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands.|Sun Tzu}}

{{Topquote|No one understands me|All of them.}}

The Raven Guard are a [[Space Marine]] Chapter that loves them some covert ops. They also have the highest concentration of [[Beakie]]s of any Chapter, so you know they mean SRS BSNS. Their second founding chapters include the widely-regarded Raptors chapter, which saw use in [[Tau|Warhammer 40,000: Fire Warrior]] and several other works of import.

Their Primarch is [[Corax]] and they have a 10,000-year-plus rivalry with the [[White Scars]]. Note that this is more of a competitive rivalry and not the internecine kind of rivalry. Another good example is the rivalry between the [[Space Wolves|badass bearded axe-swinging vikings who drink alcohol that would kill ordinary people twice over]] and the [[Dark Angels|the <s>semi-traitorous</s> LOYAL guys who will rain down a storm of rape and plasma on you if you so much as look at them funny.]]

Whilst [[/tg/]] jokes they are emo (mostly because of their mutation and poetic references), they're actually pretty bad-ass, with a decent history and considerable use of initiative, something a lot of other chapters lack. They hold the record for being the second-most dicked-over in-fluff army, with only the [[Lamenters]] routinely getting dicked harder. A Fine example of them getting owned badly can be seen in the Damocles books, where they lose their Chapter Master to a Tau counter-ambush, so yeah.

In spite of this, they're pretty goddamned [[awesome]] and definitely worthy of note.

==Mutations and Origins of the Emo meme==
The Raven Guard suffered low-level gene-seed deterioration (due to Corax's attempt to bolster the legion's numbers at any cost, which was cloning a few hundred thousand Space Marines that turned into genetic rejects), which means that like [[Matt Ward]]'s brain, several of the unique organs of the Space Marines no longer work entirely properly. Raven Guard Marines do not have functional Mucranoids (glands that helps them survive space vacuum without protection) or Betcher's Glands (which allows them to spit acid). Additionally, the Melanchromic Organ has a unique mutation that causes the skin of the Space Marine to grow paler with age. This imbalance eventually causes each Raven Guard Marine's skin to become bone-white while their hair and eyes darken, becoming pitch fucking black. So [[grimdark]].

==Combat Doctrine==
{{Topquote|If men had wings and bore black feathers, few of them would be clever enough to be crows.|Henry Ward Beecher.}}

The Raven Guard are a Space Marine chapter which actually eschews the usual Space Marine tactic of [[Blood Angels|charging recklessly]] [[Angry Marines|into the enemy ranks]]. Instead, they are as analytical as the [[Reasonable Marines]], and they target weak points in enemy defenses and launch lightning strikes [[Anal circumference|deep into the enemy's rear]] and penetrate through holes in the enemy's defense after thrusting through critical locations. Usually they use their Scouts to move ahead and mark good drop-sites after eliminating specific threats such as anti-air weaponry before the sneaky Beakies strike hard and fast. Because of their distinctive hit-and-run combat style, they also make a fuckton of use of fast-moving units like Assault Marines, Land Speeders, and Bikes, often dropped from Thunderhawks or Drop Pods, if not booted from the back of a fast-moving [[METAL BOXES|Metal Box]] and into cover.

Fighting at first mostly under Horus, they started off as a pretty brutal bunch, wiping out their enemies wholesale and using repression tactics. This didn't play too well with old [[Corvus Corax|Papa Emo]], who'd spent his whole life fighting to liberate his adopted people, and found the XIX a little too reminiscent of the regime he'd overthrown. Corvus set about moulding his legion into a more humanitarian outfit - just as well, or the Ravens would've basically been a less crazy version of the Night Lords. This resulted in a disagreement with the Warmaster, which nearly led to Corvus and Horus coming to blows. This might have pushed Horus towards the less aggressive tack he tried in the months before everything went down the shitter. Corvus' reforms even extended to telling the then Legion commander (who was a tad too set in his ways) to take a nomadic fleet and piss off to the galactic fringe along with those that wouldn't comply.

The Raven Guard agree with [[Roboute Guilliman]]'s organisation of Spess Merheens in Chapter/Companies/Squads etc, they only refuse to refer to the Codex blindly for tactical advice and use their own expertise and fuckin' wits instead (Which is what Guilliman wanted but don't tell Smurf haters that) (We're fine with it, just don't tell the [[Matt Ward|Ultramarines' dickriders]]). The chapter almost never engages as a whole, and individual companies of Raven Guard marines openly lend a hand to Imperial Commanders of all stripes, from fellow Marines to the Inquisition (though especially Imperial Guard) all across the galaxy, with ostensibly nary a shit given to what their Chapter Master wants. Such behavior has led [[Ultramarines|certain chapters]] to question the Raven Guard's tendency towards insubordination, but in truth the Raven Guard simply picked up tactics that worked from studying [[Alpharius]] after his legion sent the Ultramarines packing - basically, the Raven Guard learned well that a decentralized command structure allows them to [[/tg/ gets shit done|get shit done]]. The Chapter Master gives general instructions to his direct subordinates and free rein to fulfill those as they see fit. And it works pretty damn well, too! Basically, they all know what they're doing and how to do their jobs without being micro-managed, so the Chapter Master ''leads'', not ''rules''.

They also effectively use color-coding for easy identification of their troops - green trim on the right shoulder is for tactical squads, red trim on the right shoulder is for assault squads, yellow trim on the right shoulder is for devastators, and black trim on the right shoulder indicates a veteran. Scratch that, Gee Dubs changed it up AGAIN, and now Battleline Troops are yellow,Rapid Response Fast Attack are blue, Fire Support Heavy Support are purple, and Veterans are Red. which is weird because they have all their Primaris Marines painted with yellow trim in the codex, even Inceptors? The left kneepad always displays their company number. Although, it's still much more reasonable than giant signs on the pauldrons and colored helmets for officers and veterans, which is just a Christmas present for enemy scouts and snipers. People always get this wrong. The Raven Guard use standard Codex colors for their companies, and have done so since at least 7th Edition. The weird colors mentioned are irrelevant, look at the picture again. Most people would notice that the symbols on the shoulderpads are different and that is what is being referenced, NOT the color. The yellow trim? That's because it was the 2nd Company. The traffic light scheme hasn't been used since 5th Edition. The left kneepad displays their squad number, not company.

==The Last Ones Standing==
[[Image:RavenCommander.jpg|thumb|[[Beakie]]s slashing at [[Eldar]] ]]
The Raven Guard got its ass kicked in the Drop Site Massacre during the [[Horus Heresy]], the battle of Isstvan V reducing the Legion's strength from over 80,000 Astartes to a little less than 3,000. Whilst the [[Salamanders]] and [[Iron Hands]] took heavier losses, the Raven Guard lost a bigger percentage of its troops. Its primarch, wishing to do his part to stop [[Horus]] from [[Anal Circumference|ass-raping]] the Imperium, resorted to cloning technology provided by the Emperor to replenish the Chapter's numbers, which went well in the first few stages.

However afterwards, due to some dickery by [[Alpharius]] and the Alpha Legion with the gene manipulation gizmos in the cloning process, [[Troll|which they corrupted with Daemon blood and proceeded to take the pure sample for themselves]], a sizable proportion of these clones were flawed and degenerated into shambling, [[furry|inhuman creatures]]. The Raven Guard herded them up and led them into battle regardless, however, arming the strong ones and using the weak ones as meat-shields. The tactic proved brutally effective and succeeded, most notably, in pushing the [[Iron Warriors]] off a valued forge-world.

Sadly, Corax did prove too stupid to simply fix the damn cloning tech that had been sabotaged with new parts and use his fresh gene-seed instead of more of the corrupted crap. I mean, really. Perhaps this was foreshadowing of just how horrific Imperial incompetence would later become. Wait, daemons don't have blood...so ''whose'' blood is it? Maybe it is better if no one ever knows.

Owing to the instability of the Raven Guard gene-seed and the experiments of Corax, a big portion of the chapter's genetic stock has been irreparably damaged. Now, most of their genetic material comes factory-direct from supplies held on Terra. This means the cycle of recruitment for the Raven Guard is notably slower than other Chapters and fewer Raven Guard candidates for the Chapter prove able to survive their training and genetic modification. In essence, this means the chapter is constantly short-handed, though it's recovering, albeit slowly. That said, they recovered enough to sire at least two successor chapters. How they could have problems is unclear, since their gene-seed all comes from pure stock kept in stasis and so is not corrupted. Most likely, the Mechanicus is just messing with them for giggleshits. That, or the High Lords are just really, really senile.

==Daily routine==
04:00-Morning Prayer: The Raven Guard are roused from their nests and assemble for prayer. 
05:00-Morning Firing Rites: The Raven Guard practice their firing drills. Interestingly, Chapter serfs have never actually seen them utilize the firing ranges, but smoking targets are seen by the end of Firing Rites. 
06:00-Battle Practice: The Raven Guard head to the battle cages to practice in live fire exercises. Interestingly, the Chapter serfs never witness the Raven Guard enter the cages, but smoking servitor ruins are almost always found by the end of practice. When they aren't found, that's because the servitors themselves have disappeared. 
09:00-Morning Stalking Practice: The Raven Guard begin stealth practice, trying to sneak up on their fellows without being seen. Anyone who fails to ambush a single Raven Guard is assigned penitential duties. 
12:00-Midday Meal: A light meal is prepared by the Chapter serfs. Interestingly, most Chapter serfs discover that the plate has been picked clean a moment after turning their back. 
12:30-Tactical Indoctrination: The Raven Guard assemble for briefings on the enemies they will be facing, and given important information, such as the what visual spectrum the enemy can see in, traditional blind spots, and how easy it may or may not be to sneak up on them. 
15:00-Evening Firing Rites: The Raven Guard assemble for their firing drills. By this point the Chapter serfs will be actively attempting to sneak up on the Raven Guard and trying to spot them shooting targets. If any succeed, the Raven Guard in question is assigned to three days of fasting. 
16:00-Evening Stalking Practice: Any Raven Guard member that has not been ambushed at least once is targeted by the more advanced members. If he maintains his record he is promoted. 
19:00-Evening Prayer: The Raven Guard assemble for prayer. 
20:00-Evening Meal: A feast is prepared by the Chapter serfs. Somewhat relaxing for the serfs, the Raven Guard actually drop the stealth act long enough for them to enjoy the meal. 
21:00-Weapons Maintenance: The Raven Guard clean and polish their wargear. Some of them may take the time to alter its colour scheme for impending missions. 
23:00-Free Time: The Raven Guard are given free time. Some reflect on their duty to the Emperor and Corax. Others practice their stealth by sneaking up on the Chapter Serfs in full armor. 
00:00-Rest: The Raven Guard retire to their nests for the evening.

==Famous Members==
*[[Corax]] ([[Primarch]] of the Raven Guard)
*[[Kayvaan Shrike|Captain Shrike]], a humanitarian badass and the current Chapter Master. His statline got upgraded in the 8th edition Codex.
*Corvin Severax, mysteriously absent and non-existent Chapter Master of the Raven Guard. Speculated to be nothing more than a pseudonym used by the Raven Guard Force Commanders in lieu of having an actual Chapter Master give them orders due to their highly decentralized command structure. According to the recent 7E Warzone Damocles campaign, Severax was in fact real ...with emphasis on "was," thanks to a thorough blamming courtesy of [[Mary Sue|Commander Shadowsun]].
*Nykona Sharrowkyn, coolest of the Heresy-era Ravens. Separated from his Legion during the Drop Site Massacre, but rescued by an Iron Hand, Sabik Wayland. The two rapidly became the Galaxy's most effective buddy cops and proceeded to harass the shit out of the Emperor's Children. His deeds include sniping [[Fulgrim]] and being the first person to kill [[Lucius]] (without feeling any satisfaction as he considered killing Lucius to be equivalent to putting down a rabid dog).
*[[MURDERWINGS|MURDERWINGS]], a Raven Guard character who is widely considered to be the killier cousin of [[Chapter_Master_Smashfucker|SMASHFUCKER]].
* Korvydae, [[Brother-Captain#I_Can.27t_Believe_It.27s_Not_A_Captain.E2.84.A2|Shadow Captain]] of the 10th Company who joined [[Deathwatch]] for 2 years to atone for his failures in the Raid on Kastorel-Novem of 992.M41. Has a Forgeworld mini.
* Ardaric Vaanes, a former Shadow Captain who joined [[Honsou]]'s [[Iron Warriors|Grand Company]].
* Kyrin Solaq, 5th Company Shadow Captain, the only other Raven Guard captain to get a mini (...of the captain from Company Command).

==Gallery==
<gallery>
Image:RavenGuardForce.jpg|Yes, they have snipers in position to provide cover fire. There are no more images because Matt Ward took them all.
Image:Deliverance Lost cropped.jpg|Primarch Corax
Image:Sons of Corax by MajesticChicken.jpg
Image:Rg m3 veteran commander.jpg
</gallery>

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