Lone Wolves - Notable Lone Wolves: Torvald Fellhammer - From a very early age, Torvald of the Fenrisian Grimskull tribe was a skilled and ferocious warrior. By the age of six standard years, he had mastered the fundamental principles of axemanship. By ten, he had killed his first man in a territorial skirmish against warriors of the Icehelm tribe. At a mere twelve standard years old, he was accounted amongst the deadliest warriors of his clan, a match even for the chief of his jarl's honour guard. All knew that it was only a matter of time before the Sky Warriors came for him. As a Blood Claw, Torvald's weapon of choice soon became apparent after his pack leader was slain in combat with a horde of Greenskins in the heavy fighting on Alaric Prime. Having followed their Wolf Lord Ragnar Blackmane's reckless charge into the heart of the Ork horde, Torvald's pack found itself isolated and grievously outnumbered. By the time relief finally arrived, in the guise of Logan Grimnar and his battle-hardened Veterans of his Great Company, Torvald was the last survivor of his pack. He was found amidst a roiling mass of Greenskins, laying about him with mighty sweeps of the Thunder Hammer he had wrenched from his fallen mentor's grasp. Torvald's every swing saw a handful of Orks laid to ruin by the weapon's murderous impact. Now fighting as a Lone Wolf, Torvald strides fearlessly into battle, clad in a suit of formidable Terminator Armour, but still bearing the very same Thunder Hammer he first claimed on Alaric Prime. Torvald puts the martial skills he honed as a youth to devastating use as he smites the foes of the Allfather with relentless purpose. Countless are the foes he has slain with his honoured warhammer and, though his tally grows with every battle, his wrath has yet to be sated.Olaf Silvermane - The saga of Olaf Silvermane began in the early years of the 41st Millennium. White of hair and long of tooth, this gnarled Veteran is one of the oldest warriors in the Chapter, and remembers the days when even Ulrik the Slayer was but a young whelp, hungry for glory. Over the centuries, Olaf has witnessed the death of each and every member of his pack, feeling the loss of each kinsman more keenly than the last. Olaf now stands alone, the last Long Fang of his pack. Yet it was two long standard years after the death of his last kinsman before Olaf became a fully-fledged Lone Wolf. The brutal campaign against the Death Guard was expected to drag on for many more solar months, and Olaf never truly expected, nor even wanted, to survive the war that had claimed the last of his packmates. As the eldest, and amongst the most respected, member of his Great Company, none sought to question his resolve, for despite fighting alone, he continued to do so with cold efficiency and undeniable determination. Yet as the war continued to grind on, Olaf became increasingly frustrated and reckless, often discarding his Missile Launcher and advancing to take on the loathsome Chaos Space Marines in close combat. However, no foe was up to the task of granting Olaf the glorious death he sought, and when the war was finally won, he was forced to take measures into his own hands in order to join his packmates in death. Olaf Silvermane, now an indomitable Lone Wolf, has since devoted his life to seeking a truly magnificent death -- one that will echo through the ages so that all will remember him and the brothers he once fought beside.Bulveye the Berserker - The first chapter in Bulveye's saga began during his Trial of Morkai. Alone and unarmed, the young Space Wolf neophyte was attacked by a fearsome ice bear. Faced with certain death, Bulveye unconsciously tapped into a power that had been lying dormant within him since he first ingested the Canis Helix. Roaring in agony as huge talons erupted from his fingertips, Bulveye hurled himself at the giant predator in a bid to drown out the pain. Bulveye later awoke, covered in congealed gore, amid a grisly scene that can only be described as a bloodbath. The ice bear's ribcage had been ripped open, its torn limbs and internal organs scattered across the surrounding area. He had little memory of what events had transpired, though he was relieved to see that his hands -- if they had indeed changed -- appeared to have returned to normal. After becoming a fully-fledged Space Wolf, Bulveye soon became renowned for his berserk rages in the heat of battle. Each time, the young Blood Claw's fingers would elongate into deadly, bestial claws, with which he would tear his enemies to shreds. It was clear to the Wolf Priests that he bore the Mark of the Wulfen and, over the years, they carefully monitored his progress for any sign of the curse fully manifesting itself. It was during the Assault on Hellmaw Spire, however, that Bulveye's career was to take a wildly different turn that no one could have predicted. Victory seemed to be at hand as Bulveye's pack tore through the Daemonic host that held the corrupted fortress, but in their fury, the young warriors continued to press on, eventually becoming separated from the rest of their Great Company. In the battle's aftermath, Bulveye was discovered alone, drenched in blood and ichor, and knee-deep in the dismembered bodies of the Daemonettes his pack had slain. But of his pack, only Bulveye yet lived. The Blood Claws had all been messily torn apart, but whether by the vicious talons of the Daemons or the Wulfen claws of Bulveye, none could say. Some within his Great Company claimed that Bulveye slew his packmates, unable to distinguish friend from foe in his blood-mad frenzy. If this was the case, Bulveye would not speak of it, if indeed he even knew the truth of the matter. He took the oath of the Lone Wolf that same night, alone, whilst his battle-brothers celebrated at the victory feast. He swore to bathe his hands in the blood of his enemies in a hope of one day vindicating the loss of his kinsmen, whether he was responsible for their deaths or not. Bulveye has won great renown over the course of his quest for redemption. Never once has he borne a weapon as a Lone Wolf. In battle, Bulveye throws himself at the enemy lines, bestial claws manifesting in response to his frenzied rage, to rip and tear his foes apart. Monsters, beasts and Traitors beyond counting have fallen before his fury, their bodies rent asunder by the blood-maddened warrior. In the Battle of Magnir's Crag, Bulveye saved the life of his battle leader by slaying the Carnifex that had laid him low, virtually boring a hole through its midriff as he gouged great chunks from its flesh with every swing. To this day, Bulveye's detractors call him "kin-slayer" behind his back. However, not even the most hot-headed Blood Claw would dare to call him by that name to his face, though more than a hundred barrels of mead have been gambled on Lukas the Trickster being the first. The Wolf Priests continue to keep a close eye on Bulveye lest his inner beast thrive and consume him entirely. Few will be surprised if such an outcome is indeed his wyrd, yet Bulveye's dedication to his oath remains strong enough to control the beast within -- for now at least...Ulfar - Ulfar was a Primaris Space Marine, a Lone Wolf of the Space Wolves Chapter and a native of the Death World of Fenris who would eventually join the retinue of the Rogue Trader of House von Valancius while serving in the Koronus Expanse. The enemies of the Imperium are countless and terrifying, but among its defenders there are those who know no fear. Those from whose souls the very capability to sense terror has long been etched away by the sacred gene-seed of a primarch, exhausting trials, sophisticated hypno-training, solar decades of rigorous drills, and unshakable devotion to the Emperor. Clad in ceramite and adamantium power armour, armed with the finest weapons of Humanity, they march proudly, their massive, genetically-enhanced transhuman bodies driven by the blood of the Emperor Himself. The Space Marines keep their vigil. The culture, customs, and appearance of the Space Marines vary from Chapter to Chapter. Some brotherhoods are few and little known, others are innumerable and trace their history back to the time of the Great Crusade. But few can compete in glory with the Space Wolves -- the furious and proud sons of Primarch Leman Russ, bloodthirsty hunters from the frozen Death World of Fenris. Just as their ancestors sailed drekkars into the harsh Worldsea of Fenris to slay krakens and sea dragons, so today they voyage out into the Sea of Stars to make battle against the vile and blasphemous enemies of the Allfather. Wrathful Ulfar stepped on the hunting path many solar decades ago, and ever since, a trail of blood has followed in his wake. With triumphant howl, he thunders into every fight without fear -- for there is no fear of death for one whose saga will be forever sung with reverence by their brothers in the Hall of the Great Wolf. His violent temper and youthful craving for fame and boasting has not simmered with standard years of campaigns. His loud laughter instills awe in the hearts of ordinary mortals, and his stern roar wrings horror from his enemies. His memory is as strong as the jaws of a wolf, holding the saga of each battle-brother and his every deed. But now his brothers are lost. The proud Space Wolves of his pack have not returned from the hunt, and it is not known whether they are alive or feasting with the Allfather in his Hall. But Ulfar will find out, for such is he -- unstoppable, stubborn, driven by instinct. If needed, he will sweep across the Koronus Expanse like a bloody blizzard, but he will find his pack. The void will tremble in fright, hearing his mighty battle cry, and will return to the stubborn Ulfar his kin!