Huscarl of the Sons of Ymir, Ancient of Sesc Company.
[Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought of the Sixth Legion, Vlka Fenryka]
A sullen quiet fell over the ruined and empty city street, fires lit in the tenements that lined either side, their occupants burned out with incendiary weapons. Surveying this funerial vista, Gunvor’s targeting reticule jittered and jumped, the lenses of his sensorium focusing in and out on suspected and potential threats, but finding nothing but death in the ruins of a once proud city. It was by his hand and that of his kin that this had all been put to the flame, its people murdered, their homes burned, livestock slaughtered and the very earth salted. This would never again be a place of shelter or one that any could call home, so was the way of the Vlka Fenryka.
Before his interment into the ancient’s sarcophagus, Tyr Gunvor had been mighty warrior of Sesc Company. One of the Jarl’s favoured huscarls his speed was well known among his kin, but no more. Gunvor was faster than any Astartes should have been, running the western ice shelf in a little under three days, a record among the Rout. Now, he was broken, his body crushed unceremoniously beneath the treads of mighty warmachine in a war that should never have needed to be fought. Robbed of his speed, committed to the cold and iron, he became a Son of Ymir, serving his legion beyond death as one of the Ancients.
Until Next Winter…