Vultan the Bloody

Hearth-fires illuminated the arched walls of the chamber. Two giants sat either side of the hneftafl board, intent on their strategies. One's armour was covered in runes. The other was jet black lined with gold.

The black armoured warrior broke the silence.“Your visions tell of upheaval on a far-off world, Irnist.
Why does this concern us?”
The rune-armoured warrior smirked. “Varlislia is a world of the Imperium, Vultan. And like all others, it needs to be defended. We will not shirk from this”
“We have countless other demands. Why is this so special?”
The smirk broke into a long-toothed smile. Irnist the Wise had always had a crooked grin. “. Because the xeno and the archenemy seek to claim it. Because the people will defend their home. Because the Inquisition have sent a strong presence there. Because the great wolf says so. He has not forgotten his promise.”

Vultan looked up. “Armageddon......” he hissed.
“Aye. We were both unnumbered amongst the chapter then. But I know you remember the death camps. The endless lines of people being marched into them. Those who had served and fought most loyally.”

Vultan the Bloody's expression hardened. “And I remember Logan's explosive tirade. He would have killed that Inquisitor had Ulrik not talked him down.”

“Exactly. We will fight to defend that world. And, if necessary, to ensure that the populace does not fall victim to such callous expediency again. We will have strong forces. Logan himself is leading us. Do you question this course of action?”

The Wolf Priest smiled and said “Of course not. If all else fails, we will crush our enemies. Regardless of they they come from. I wager three barrels of Ale that I take more skulls than you.”
Now the rune Priest laughed. “Make it six, and you have a deal brother. Good hunting.”  

(provided by Mazberry)