Editing Ulfhednar (section)

== Saga of the Lost Wolves ==

In the aftermath of the Battle of the Alaxxes Nebula, during the frantic rush to return to Terra, only a single Space Wolf ship was lost. The ''Naglfar'', under the command of Wolf Lord Beoulf Nidthson, disappeared into the Warp, lost to the Ruinstorm. Their deaths were mourned, vengeance was promised, but the war ground on, and soon, they were forgotten. 

But not by everyone. Adrift in the Warp, the ''Naglfar'' caught the eye of Tzeentch. Seeing an opportunity to turn the greatest champions of the Imperium against it, he began the slow process of driving them mad. Beset with visions and magics, Beoulf and his men were convinced that the Emperor they had followed as the Allfather was truly Morkai, Wolf of Death in disguise. They began to believe that Russ himself, and the other members of the Rout, had been misled and irredeemably corrupted. Slowly, over the course of thousands of years, the Ulfhednar succumbed to Chaos, and the weak were culled from their ranks by constant daemon attacks until only one hundred remained. Finally, their corruption was complete, and they were released into the Eye of Terror, to burn and reave. 

Their story would have ended there, merely one band of maniacs among thousands, had Khorne not taken note of them. The Ulfhednar were killers beyond compare, cannibals and barbarians, and not worthy of the Changer of Ways. The Blood God sent World Eaters, Daemons, and cultists against them in droves, and though they slew near half of the Ulfhednar, they too were slaughtered by the dozens. As the lust of battle fell over them, the Ulfhednar pledged their loyalty to Khorne, abandoning Tzeentch, whose claim they did not know. 

As the 41st millennium drew to a close, the Ulfhednar finally returned to the galaxy, howling war-cries and lusting for blood. When the Cadian Pylons were silenced, they slipped out, and have begun their relentless march to Fenris, burning and slaughtering all in their path. Their wounded rise again, howling into the night, and their dead are ripped apart in a frenzy of feeding. Whether they truly worship Khorne or not is uncertain, but the Blood God does not care, for they do his work and demand no gifts. Their numbers are few, their armor scavenged and aging, but they come for their "errant" brothers, and they bring the Wolf Time with them.