Glory is mine again!!!

You bring glory to the emporer with these amazing stories love your work mate

The 13th Company. The pick of the litter.

After having not played for 20 years, I was horrified to come back and see the look of the new Wolfen! the 13th company were the first Space Marine army I considered collecting, the origional models looked amazaing. These new ones look like a comedy sketch an ultramarine player made up!

My Dear Inquisitor, I have learnt many things but two of the most pertinent to your investigation are that an inquisitor who demands the secrets of the Dark Angels or threatens the autonomy of the Space Wolves is an inquisitor who is tired of life.

Thank you , Prince of the Border .

Super Vikings in space. Great reading

Great work Brother Prince!!! I'm always looking for something to listen to while (painting) preparing armies for the Emperor!!

Nice intro, dig n it. Glad to see some space wolf lore, maybe some mechanicum soon? Keep up the great work of the emperor, can't expect him to do all the work now can we. ⚔

You do such a superb job. Im a normal man yet when I listen to these reports I feel like I'm in the know and I deserve to be. You are the Inquisitor Vale of youtube.

I know little of Space Wolves, are their wulfen and Rune Priests essentially worshipping a more benign warp wolf entity? This fused with the potency of the Emperor's Primarch geneseed gives them an invulnerabity against the corruption of Chaos? As a thought perhaps the an individual within Wulfen can turn willingly to Chaos but it takes alot more to bend them by force. The obvious leap would be a Khorne Wulfen Champion but a Nurgle one needs to be made into a miniature. That would look insanely cool.

All I heard was “Wolf wolf wolf wulf wolf wolf wulf wolf.”

The 13th. The furriest of the Corgy Legion.

Wulfen are just mutants sure but the whole "using pretty much only scavenged chaos wargear" Yeah, fire them all into the nearest star and then blow up that star

Chaos : Always take a dog biscuit with you to battle

wonderful wonderful!!

Let the talent shine..🌞 Great episode Brother. Informative & inthralling!!!

as always!!! wonderfull read :D I love your audiobooks !! Keep it up

Cool. I had yet to look into the Space Wolves. This was nothing like I expected. Thanks for the great video!

That pic is exactly how wolverine would look as a space marine. Obviously he would be part of the space wolves. I wonder how Wolverine would fair in 40k. Seems like he would be right at home.

Ooooo I liked that ending but why not be a lord Inquisitor? Those are the cool Inquisitors lol, keep up the great work mate

Great videos to treadmill to!

(Howls in righteousness)

Wolf brothers lost in the webway? Did they change their lore again!?

I genuinely, for real, had a dream about being a space wolf last morning. And now you publish this video. It’s uncanny.

Wolfen vs death company vs khorne berserkers

It seems that the casting of bones has revealed a treacherous journey for an Inquisitorial representative, we must second a detachment of wolf guard in terminator plate with frost claws to the ships bridge to make sure no danger befalls the party on the way and escort the vessel with our Battle Barge as well just to be safe. We wouldnt want an accident preventing the tale of Wulfen reaching those who may care to hear it.....

🎼Werewolves of Fenris🎵

I needed you today bouldertits. I needed grimdark to distract me from the.....well grimdark. My country is gonna fall down

Keep up the good work Ab this was boss

You should have more subs, you're content is excellent,

Dude!! Why do you not have a voice contract somewhere??

Ur new opening is great mlrd

Your report is appreciated, Inquisitor AB Prince. I have heard on my recent pass in the Fenris system, that something called the Wolftime was ... i think the word was beakoning? I lack the information on the subject of that event, do you or any other members of the high imperium, have any knowledge about it? (-cen-r--ed-) Eyez

Did u do a death agtagonis?

You love to see it

May the omnissiah bless he who bestows this knowledge upon us

100. Fuck yea lol

Ah yes the totally none existent mutants like the totally not sorcery the wolves deploy, both furious, tempests of unyielding carnage and used by the purposefully blind

Wulfverine!!!

Please do a video on on the White Claws traitor legion.

For Russ and the AllFather!

Nice work ur lore vids are gona challenge remliez

Do I detect a hint of sympathy for these heathens Inquisitor? Tread lightly, lest ye fall to heresy.

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I always thought the wolven models are a wolf to far

Ojør va Russ! Leman Russ! Fenrys Hjølda! 'A wind of ignited plasma and burning immaterium raged around him. It sought to devour him. It failed, repelled by his cloak. Made from the hide of the ice troll king he had slain, it defied all flame. The sound of the explosion was so huge that it drowned out the cries of the dying, yet Harald knew his brothers were being consumed. He could feel the loss in his soul. In grief and rage, he rose before the gale of Guard of Frostheim’s death had fully abated. Icetooth’s hide smouldered. Patches of fur and flesh had been burned down to muscle. Matching his rider’s fury, he answered Harald’s command and lunged upward. ‘With me, brothers!’ Harald voxed. ‘Gather and face the foe together. Let the abominations break against the rock of our strength! Cavalry, prepare to rush the enemy towards the keep! Infantry, break with us and scale the walls.’ The gate was rubble. There was no egress from Borassus. Scores of daemons had vanished in the crash, for all the difference that made. The tide of plaguebearers still ran high. The beast in Harald could not silence the tactician. The breakout attempt had failed. The last chance to escape the trap had fallen with Guard of Frostheim. One last charge, then. One last bellow of rage against the enemy. If the cavalry drew the greater part of the daemons away from his brothers on foot, perhaps the Deathwolf infantry would survive to rejoin the heavy armour to the south. If the saga of the company’s thunderwolves ended here, let it be a fitting conclusion, a song echoing with the death of countless unholy foes. Sensing vulnerability, the daemon horde redoubled its attack. The roaring beasts shook the ground in their raging hunger. A clamour of tolling bells urged the plague daemons on. Blades of disease and blades of wrath hacked at the Space Wolves. Harald’s warriors gathered around him forming a wall of snarling beasts and ceramite-clad giants. The constant barrage of warpflame struck more down with every second. The daemons of Khorne and Nurgle pressed in, the closing of a vice. Canis Wolfborn had come through the explosion with his face a single massive burn. His armour was scorched black. His eyes shone with proud anger. ‘Predators to the last,’ he said to Harald. Harald nodded. Canis was ready for the inevitable, eager for the kills he would yet be granted this night. This was good, it was right. Harald raised Glacius in his last defiance. ‘For Russ!’ he called. ‘For the Wolftime!’ the company answered. For us, it has come, Harald thought. He felt the hair on his arms rise. He was surrounded by foulness that would drive mortals insane, but something else in the night made him react as if to an unknown threat. A flicker rippled over the daemons. It looked like uncertainty. Shadows streaked across the rooftops before huge silhouettes struck the flame daemons and tore them apart. The warpfire barrage came to a sudden end. In its wake came a deluge from the air. It was ichor. So many daemons were destroyed in a matter of seconds that their end was a rain upon the battlefield. Harald blinked. The shapes were monstrous, but not as strange as they should be. He heard growls, deep and ferocious, and his blood stirred with recognition. His olfactory senses responded to the scent of kinship. ‘Brothers…’ Canis said with stunned awe. ‘How?’ said Harald. This isn’t possible, he thought. The shapes were too big. Too misshapen. And yet… He would wonder later. On every roof of Borassus, the daemons were being exterminated. Harald signalled the charge, and already it was no longer desperate. The Deathwolves howled their challenge as they attacked. The figures on the roofs howled back. No, Harald thought again. He cracked the skull of a behemoth wide open, stitched a swordling from head to belly with bolt shells, and again he thought no, torn by hope and unease before the impossible. Now the ramparts of Borassus were free of daemons. The figures that could not be familiar leapt to the ground. They attacked the rear ranks of the daemons, butchering their way towards the Deathwolves. They used no firearms. Some had punch-daggers. They attacked with the pure savagery of the animal, shredding the enemy with their hands. Their clawed hands. A greater monstrosity overwhelmed the daemons. The Deathwolves fought with the boiling rage of near defeat. Their every howl was answered by the giants approaching them. Now the momentum was with the thunderwolves. Now it was the daemons who were surrounded. Now it was the daemons who were doomed. The end was inevitable. It came quickly. And when the last daemonic remains were dissolving in their foulness, Harald faced the creatures who could not be there. The heavy moonlight reigned over Borassus again. Its quiet was broken by the predatory breathing of giants. The monsters were hunched as if ready to spring. They did not. They held back - for the moment. Canis was growling in unison with the thunderwolves. Harald looked at him. ‘You called them brothers,’ he said. Canis nodded, shook his head. He grimaced in confusion. ‘They are, but… their scent is strange. It is old.’ His fists opened and closed. He was caught between the signals of kin and threat. He was on the threshold of attacking. ‘Hold fast, brother,’ Harald said. His weapons held low but at the ready, he advanced towards the creatures who had saved his warriors. With every detail he took in, the vertigo of unreality grew stronger. They were huge. Very tall and massively broad, they dwarfed Harald. They were beasts. They were wolves. They hunched forwards as if running on all fours came naturally to them, and indeed their arms were long. Their faces too were elongated and hirsute. Their fangs were huge, and their maws so lupine Harald wondered if they could speak. There were still aspects of the human in the monsters though; he saw in those faces the thing he had tried to deny but could no longer. He saw the familiar. He saw kinship. He smelled it too, beneath the tang of combat stimulants and thick bestial musk. The wolves wore armour. How did the firmament not crack wide open to see such armour in this place and in this time? It was battered, patchwork, barely held together by rough welds, damaged almost beyond recognition. Almost. It was a faded slate grey, the colour of ancient history. The insignia were visible, though close to vanishing beneath battle scars. They were Fenrisian. They were known to Harald. They were known to every Space Wolf. Their memory had been faithfully preserved. They had not been seen for ten thousand years. ‘This cannot be!’ a Wolf Guard shouted. For a moment, Harald thought the words were in his head. No, he thought. This cannot be. The 13th Great Company. Lost to the warp in pursuit of Magnus after the fall of Prospero. The immense warriors grouped around the largest of them all. The night rumbled with low, wary growls. Harald maglocked his weapons. He held his hands open and away from his sides. He approached the alpha. The great beast watched him with amber eyes. He was so huge that his mooncast shadow swallowed the Deathwolf. Harald held the gaze of those eyes, even as he had to crane his head back. I do not come to attack, he thought, but I do come to command. He knew this was necessary. Yet he was closing in on a myth. It was an effort to keep the awe he felt from his face. He was only a few steps away now. He saw the beast’s features in more detail. The traces of the human were clearer. The shape of the eyes, of the brows - more and more he saw the lineaments he knew in his brothers, and in his own reflection. He accepted the truth of what he saw. The murmurs and warning growls of the Deathwolves behind him were an assurance he was not hallucinating. Harald stopped before the alpha. He stood straight, his gaze unwavering. The great beast’s chest expanded as it took a breath. The alpha rumbled. Harald braced. The beast lowered his head and dropped to one knee. So did all the others. The threat of the moment passed as they acknowledged a new alpha. Though he dreaded what these revenants portended, Harald was mindful of the debt he owed them too. He placed his hand on the giant’s shoulder and bid him rise. ‘Who are you?’ he asked. The monster’s jaw struggled to shape a name. ‘Yngvir,’ he said. ‘Are you loyal to the primarch?’ Harald asked. ‘We… are… brother.’ The rasp was entirely animal. Only the words were human. ‘We… are… Wulfen.’ Why Nurades? Harald thought again. Now you know. He looked at the ranks of the Wulfen, and felt he was gazing into a future seized and made bloody by the jaws of the past...'

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Space Wolves - The Inquisition should have finished the job.

Cant forgive Leman Russ for his part in the Horus Herasy for him to be manipulated so easily nd give tzench HIS MOST POWERFUL TOOL