[HH] Wolf King

[Lord Velard]

Странное лицо у Русса. Я такое выражение лицо один раз видел. Именно выражение. Не самое приятное воспоминание моей жизни.

Извините. Навеяло.

[LND]

Странное лицо у Русса. Я такое выражение лицо один раз видел. Именно выражение. Не самое приятное воспоминание моей жизни.

Извините. Навеяло.

Может расскажешь где и когда такое выражение лица видел?

[Monique]

Может расскажешь где и когда такое выражение лица видел?

Может, не будем превращать тему в чатик?

[LND]

Может, не будем превращать тему в чатик?

Не могу отказать девушке, которая постит пикчи из"Большого Куша")

И по новелле вопрос: сколько времени проходит от старта продаж, до того как появится первые спойлеры? Ну там допустим: 1 день на упаковку, 3 дня на доставку заказавшему, ещё 1 день чтобы всё прочитать. То есть выходит где-то 5-6 дней, так? Или много больше, где-то с неделю полторы? Просто мне интересно, что за ТА спасли Русса. И прям жду не дождусь выхода новеллы :rolleyes:

[Cinereo Cardinalem]

Просто мне интересно, что за ТА спасли Русса.

Скорее всего Корсвейн, которого Лев как раз отправил попутно искать Русса. Хотя если это окажутся Падшие с Калибана, будет вообще непонятно, на кой им это надо.

Изменено 27 сентября, 2015 пользователем Cinereo Cardinalem

[Monique]

Скорее всего Корсвейн, которого Лев как раз отправил попутно искать Русса. Хотя если это окажутся Падшие с Калибана, будет вообще непонятно, на кой им это надо.

Но ведь Корсвейна отправили на поиски Русса спустя два года после его спасения =| Неужели это снова варп?

[Kem]

Но ведь Корсвейна отправили на поиски Русса спустя два года после его спасения =| Неужели это снова варп?

нашли, обмыли, словили приход, потеряли, снова ищут =)

[LND]

"Камменты"

Скорее всего Корсвейн, которого Лев как раз отправил попутно искать Русса. Хотя если это окажутся Падшие с Калибана, будет вообще непонятно, на кой им это надо.

Ну вот поэтому я и хочу узнать, что это были за ангелы? Падшие или нет :rolleyes:

Но ведь Корсвейна отправили на поиски Русса спустя два года после его спасения =| Неужели это снова варп?

Это ответ универсальный :rolleyes: Надеюсь его не будут использовать :)

Никто точно не знает, когда первые спойлеры после выхода книги появляются?

[ANF]

думаю как только выйдет так сразу забугорные фанаты гомовикингов заспойлерят

онаж не вышла еще?

[LND]

думаю как только выйдет так сразу забугорные фанаты гомовикингов заспойлерят

онаж не вышла еще?

Только в пятницу. Но мочи терпеть спойлеры, нет совсем.

Ура, 1500 сообщений!!! Круглое число!!!

Изменено 30 сентября, 2015 пользователем LND

[Monique]

I

Three standard days previously, inside the Alaxxes Nebula – called the blood-well, the eye of acid – the Wolves had met in war council.

The Legion had been driven into the cluster by extremity, and only its extraordinary stellar violence had kept them alive to fight on. The gas cloud was vast, a skein of rust-red on the face of the void, falling into deeper and more intensive virulence the further one went in. Sensors were blinded, engine systems crippled and the Geller fields fizzed like magnesium on water. No sane Navigator would have taken a ship into those depths, save but for the certain promise of annihilation on the outside.

There were tunnels within, mere pockets of clear space between the great blooms of corrosive matter. The ships of the fleet could slip down them, guarded and menaced by the lethal shoals on every flank, hidden from enemy scan-sweeps and torpedo-rakes but open to devastating flares that punched through armour-plate and overloaded void shields. As they pushed into the bowels of the blood-well, the Wolves found that the capillaries grew narrower, more fouled, less open, tangled like nerve fronds. A ship dragged into the burning gas fields would be consumed in hours, its hull melting as its shield-carapace imploded and its warp core breached; so the Wolves ran warily, sending escorts out wide and running repeated augur-soundings.

No starlight illuminated those depths, and space itself glowed with the red anger of a clotted wound. The ice-grey prows of the Vlka Fenryka ships were as bloody as wolf maws. Every warship carried scars from the brutal battle with the Alpha Legion out in the open void. They had been ambushed while still recovering from post-Prospero operations; outnumbered and outmanoeuvred, and only retreating into the heart of the cloud had kept them alive to fight again. Many of their ships were now incapable of making for the warp even if the gas tides had allowed. Tech-crews crawled over every surface of every battleship, working punishing rotations just to get shield generators functioning and macrocannon arrays back online, but they would never complete that task adequately, not without the attentions of Mechanicum-sanctioned shipyards, and the closest of those was unimaginably far away.

So the Wolves were cornered, wounded and lean with hunger, forced into retreat by an enemy with greater resources and infinite patience. They were harried at every turn, driven onward like cattle before the whip, until the madness of confinement ran like a virus through the decks.

That was the environment in which Gunnar Gunnhilt, the Jarl of Onn, called Lord Gunn by his brothers and second only to the primarch, made his case.

‘They will run us down,’ he said.

The Legion command, a council of forty souls, listened intently. Russ himself had not spoken. The primarch was slouched in a granite throne, his true-wolves curled at his boots, his ruddy face locked in brooding. Frost-blue eyes glittered dully under a mane of dirty blond hair. The Lord of Winter and War had not fought since the abortive attempt to summon Alpharius to the Hrafnkel, and the enforced lethargy seemed to have atrophied him.

Bjorn had witnessed that last fight, had seen his primarch take apart a Contemptor Dreadnought as if it were a child’s toy. That power must still have been there, coiled deep, locked in his brawler’s hearts even in the midst of endless defeat, but the surface fire had gone. Russ now surrounded himself with runes, listening to the cold whispers of white-haired priests and trying to divine the auguries like a gothi of old.

It was whispered, and Bjorn had heard the whispers, that the Wolf King had lost his stomach for the fight; they said that being kept out of the greater war had turned his mind, that the death of ­Magnus haunted him and that he had not slept a clear night since the Khan had refused to come to his aid. Bjorn did not believe that and knew the whispers were foolish, but something, it had to be admitted, had changed. Lord Gunn knew it, Helmschrot knew it, as did the priests and the ship commanders and the jarls of the Legion.

‘They believe us beaten,’ Gunn said. ‘That makes them unwary. We strike back hard, the fleet together, launching boarding actions to take out the lead battleships.’ There were grunts of agreement around the ceremonial circle, lit only by the swaying light of half-cold fires. Above them all, looming in the dark, were totems from the origin-world – animal skulls, knot-handled axes, wide-eyed masks of gods and monsters – still bearing the marks of long-gone Fenrisian wind and rain. ‘If we keep running, we will deserve to die here, skinny as starving dogs.’

Russ said nothing, but his fingers moved through the thick fur of the wolves at his feet. He stared into the heart of the circle at the annulus-stone, brought from Asaheim like all the other sar­sens in that massive ship. Circles had been carved on its surface, concentric and spiralling, worn smooth by aeons, predating the Great Crusade by a thousand years.

‘Gunn speaks true,’ said Ogvai, adding to the counsel he had given before. All the jarls were united in this – they were tired of running.

Russ looked up then, but not at Lord Gunn or Ogvai Helmschrot or any of the others. He looked, as he so often did, straight at Bjorn. As he did so, Bjorn sensed the spark of resentment from the elder warriors, even Ogvai, the master of his own Great Company, and he felt the old mix of shame and pride that Russ’s attention gave him.

No one knew why the primarch favoured him so much. For some, it was further evidence of the softening of his once-peerless battle-cunning. The rune-rattlers and bone-carvers kept their own counsel, and Bjorn himself had never wanted to know the reasons, not least for fear of what Russ might have seen.

In the event, the primarch said nothing to him. His gaze wandered away again, and one of the two wolves at his feet whined uneasily.

‘This will be your fight, Gunn,’ Russ said at last. ‘Hit them hard, or not at all – they have the numbers on us.’

Lord Gunn did not grin at that, not like he might have done in the past. ‘It will be done.’

‘You have two hours, once we start,’ said Russ, distractedly. ‘No more. We break out in that time, or I’m calling you back.’

‘Two hours–’ started Gunn.

‘No more,’ snarled Russ, his eyes briefly flashing. ‘They outnumber us, they outgun us. We break the cordon and push free of it, or we fall back. I will not have my fleet crippled on their anvil.’

He slumped back into torpor. He had not said whether he would try to hunt down Alpharius again, or leave the bladework to his warriors. He said so little.

Slowly, Lord Gunn bowed his head. He had been given his chance, but the margin for success was slender.

‘As you will it,’ was all he said, his fists balled on the stone before him as if he wanted to break it open.

They tracked the Alpha Legion on long-range augurs for the next two standard days, gaining as complete a picture of the enemy formation as they could. Lord Gunn’s war council estimated that two-thirds of Alpharius’s fleet had followed them into the gas cloud’s heart, arranged in as loose a formation as the treacherous ingress-routes would allow. The rest had remained further back, hanging above the entire sprawling structure to ward against the Space Wolves escaping.

Precise numbers were hard to gauge, even across the Wolves’ own ravaged fleet. Comms malfunctions led to many smaller ships being misclassified as lost when they were still within sensor range. What was clear was that the Alpha Legion resources were far in excess of what Gunn had at his disposal, and their capital ships were in better shape too. Hrafnkel, the fleet’s lone Gloriana-class behemoth, had taken a beating during the escape into the nebula and would only offer ranged support to the break-out attempt. That left the line battleships Ragnarok, Nidhoggur, Fenrysavar and Russvangum to carry the main assault, even though the Fenrysavar was in only marginally better battle condition than the flagship.

The Alaxxes gulf presented tactical challenges: there was no space to spread out into the void, or to make elaborate manoeuvres. They would be fighting in the largest of the gas tunnels, hemmed in on all sides by the shifting curtains of foaming crimson. The aperture’s diameter at the narrowest point was less than two hundred kilometres – a claustrophobic space to be marshalling a battlegroup in, and one that gave almost no room for proper movement.

Given those constraints, Lord Gunn had opted for the one thing his Legion could always be relied upon to excel at: full-frontal assault, conducted at speed and with full commitment. The core attack from the capital ships would be supported by two wings of strike cruisers, each one aiming to power ahead on either flank to hem in the lead Alpha Legion vessels and keep their lateral gun-hulls busy. As soon as battle was joined, Gunn would give the order for massed boarding torpedoes and gunship assaults. The earlier encounter in the deep void had driven home the lesson that the Wolves’ only real advantage lay in hand-to-hand combat, despite the self-evident risks of losing warriors to a more numerous enemy. Lord Gunn’s aim was, so he told his brothers, to ‘ram our blades into their throats, twisting them so deep their eyes will burst’.

No one disagreed. The councils were concluded, swords were sharpened, armour was sanctified with runic wards and battle-rites were completed. Being hunted didn’t suit the Wolves, and the chance to turn the tables sat well with the Legion’s bruised soul.

Late on the second day, as the chronometer had it, the fleet was put on high alert. The trajectories had already been calculated, responding to expected Alpha Legion movements. The pursuing fleet was allowed to close in through a gradual slowing of the main plasma thrusters, made to look consistent with steadily leaking containment shells.

Throughout all of this, Russ remained only part-engaged. He spent increasing amounts of time in his own private chambers. Petitions went unanswered. Soon it became apparent that he’d meant what he’d said: this was Lord Gunn’s attack.

As the fleet chronometer clicked into the nominal nocturnal phase, trigger-signals were distributed throughout the Wolves’ rearguard, alerting them to the imminent movement of the battleship-core. The trailing escort vessel Vrek reported augmented real-view sightings of Alpha Legion outriders at a range of nine hundred kilometres, and those readings were fed into the prepared attack-pattern cogitators.

Six minutes later, the order for full-about was given and the bulk of the rearguard executed a lazy turn. The slowness of the manoeuvre served two purposes: to allow time for the lumbering battleships to bring their forward lances to bear, and to delay alerting the enemy that a major reconfiguration was underway until the last moment.

Nine minutes after that, attack vectors were transmitted to all line vessels – battleships, cruisers, frigates, destroyers. Boarding parties were given their target-locations and sealed in launch tubes. As if in anticipation of what was to come, the gas clouds on all sides throbbed violently, sending arcs of glowing matter lashing across the face of the cloying depths.

Two minutes later, the lead Alpha Legion vessels entered true visual range. They were already formed up into defensive positions, spaced evenly across the width of the gas tunnel to prevent a sortie slipping through. The closest signals were those of strafe-attack destroyers, all now bearing the scaled sapphire livery of the XX Legion. Behind those came the bigger vessels, the real targets: Dominus and Vengeance-class warships bearing the hydra mark upon their axe-blade prows.

Lord Gunn, standing fully armoured on Ragnarok’s throne dais, took in the final assessments of the enemy formations. His amber eyes glittered under grey-black brows, scrutinising the void as if he would twist it apart with his fingers. On the ranked levels below, warriors of the Rout looked up at him, waiting. They all knew that the last time they had attempted to engage the Alpha Legion head-on they had danced with destruction, and now every expression was tight with the need for vengeance, to prove themselves, to do better.

We are the Wolves of Fenris, thought Gunn, drawing strength from their devotion. We are the executioners, the savage guardians.

He gripped the iron rails, leaning out over Ragnarok’s cavernous bridge-chamber.

‘Begin,’ he ordered.

And with a void-silent glare of superheated promethium, the massed ranks of the Rout’s battlefleet lit engines, activated weapon banks and powered up to attack speed.

[Monique]

Тот самый "Рагнарок":

[ANF]

да.всех парней всюду интересует че русс на просперро таким петушком вышел. а они тут сампл ро кококочто мы палачи самозванные

[Monique]

Chris Wraight talks Wolf King

The Space Wolves primarch Leman Russ returns tomorrow in a brand new Horus Heresy tale, ‘Wolf King’. We caught up with author Chris Wraight to talk about primarchs, the sons of Fenris and more. Here’s how what Chris had to say:

BL: Hi Chris. Thanks for taking the time to talk to us. You've written about a few primarchs now, notably Jaghatai Khan in ‘Scars’. How did you approach Russ differently?

CW: I had a lot of leeway with the Khan, since ‘Scars’ was the first book to really focus on him. Russ has been written about in a number of other places, so there's a more complete backstory to deal with. When writing ‘Wolf King’, I had in mind some very short scenes in both ‘Prospero Burns’ and ‘A Thousand Sons’, in which it's hinted that Russ's outward bluff and bravado isn't quite all there is to him. Like all the great figures of the Horus Heresy, there's complexity there, and each actor in the great drama has to hide their essential core to some extent. All primarchs are creatures of the warp as much as they're objects of genetic science, so I was keen to delve into that a little bit, and show what might lie behind the famous mask of the barbaric warrior-king.

BL: Looking over the impressive list of fiction you've authored, you've arguably become Black Library's “Space Wolves guy”. How do you feel about that?

CW: It's true that I've ended up writing an awful lot of Space Wolves stuff over the past few years, though I'm not quite sure how that happened! I certainly don't feel in any way the '”Space Wolves guy”, since at most an author only ever borrows Chapters for a while before someone else takes them on. In any case, the Wolves, being one of the most popular factions in the setting, have had some great depictions by Dan Abnett, Nick Kyme, Aaron Dembski-Bowden and many others, so with any luck Space Wolves fans will have plenty of fictional styles to choose from.

BL: A lot of fans have been writing in to ask when we'll see Bjorn again in a story. Does he feature in ‘Wolf King’?

CW: Yes, he's one of the two central characters, the other being (of course) Russ. In some ways this story is about the two of them – their evolving relationship, and the changes to the Legion that will culminate in Russ leaving and Bjorn becoming the Chapter's talisman. Writing Bjorn has probably been my favourite part of all the Space Wolves fiction I've done so far, and it's nice to try to link depictions of him in Heresy stories with his portrayal elsewhere, such as ‘Battle of the Fang’ and ‘Scars Parting of the Ways’.

BL: Apart from the Wolves, is there a character, Legion or event in the Horus Heresy you'd love to write about?

CW: I've always wanted to write more about the Imperial Navy (as it becomes in 40K) – the starships, crews and officers of the vast armada that conquers the stars. I've enjoyed writing some void-war scenes in ‘Scars’ and elsewhere, but it would be great to devote an entire novel to the workings of the battleships of the line, including their varied inhabitants: astropaths, Navigators, gunnery-gangs, thralls, masters, enginseers and tech-priests. In terms of Heresy events, many of the truly iconic moments have already been covered, but then I've always had a soft spot for the fall of the Death Guard…

BL: After ‘Wolf King’ what's your next Horus Heresy project?

CW: Next up is more White Scars, following on from where we left them in ‘Scars’. I can't say much about the plot for this one, only that I’m getting the chance to write some Emperor's Children at last, which is enormous fun.

BL: Thanks, Chris. We can’t wait to see what Russ and Bjorn get up to in ‘Wolf King’… and there isn’t long to wait now at all. The book (and eBook) goes on sale tomorrow at 1pm – set your reminder below and we’ll email you when it’s available.

[Мой игривый енот]

All primarchs are creatures of the warp as much as they're objects of genetic science, so I was keen to delve into that a little bit, and show what might lie behind the famous mask of the barbaric warrior-king.

Это, что намек на то, что в книжке Русс скажет, после выпила альфы посредством вызова всяких мего-турбо демонов - "Извини Магнус, но я тоже могу так как ты, вот лалка"??? О_о... Или опять будет - "Нет, это все вюрд, он превратился в огромного дракона и сожрал все корабли альфа-легиона"...

In some ways this story is about the two of them – their evolving relationship, and the changes to the Legion that will culminate in Russ leaving and Bjorn becoming the Chapter's talisman.

Интересно... нам скажут почему улетит Русс и останется Бьёрн???

including their varied inhabitants: astropaths, Navigators, gunnery-gangs, thralls, masters, enginseers and tech-priests.

Он что - больной?? Зачем писать про этих холопов, если есть Император, примархи и космические десантники??

[Cinereo Cardinalem]

Он что - больной?? Зачем писать про этих холопов, если есть Император, примархи и космические десантники??

Наверное потому, что про них и так уже овердофига написано. А ведь Ересь состоит не только из них. Они бесспорно ключевые фигуры, но их уже достаточно нараскрывали. Пора дать книги и простым людям. Френч в "Талларн: Палач" положил этому начало. Райт продолжит, но не на танковых полях, а в космосе, на кора[эх жаль]х.

[samurai_klim]

Может ктонить по русски все перескажет чуточку под спойлером?

[Rost_Light]

Может ктонить по русски все перескажет чуточку под спойлером?

да нету тут спойлеров. Райт пытается отмазаться от титула "того парня что пишет про волковолков", палит то что все уже давно знали (ну что примархи таки варп-создания частично), говорит что Русс "комплексный персонаж" и что про Хана писать было можно че угодно потому что он был никому нафиг не нужен, а про Русса писали все подряд и теперь надо чето делать с хинтами про то что когда Русс ведет себя как тупой идиот - это типа хитрый план такой. Еще пишет что хотел бы написать про Империал Нави 40ковниковский и следующую книгу будет писать про Шрамов. Про сюжет говорить не могут но там будут Дитяти Импи. Вроде все стоящее

Изменено 2 октября, 2015 пользователем Rost_Light

[Str0chan]

Он что - больной?? Зачем писать про этих холопов, если есть Император, примархи и космические десантники??

Затем, что не всем интересно по тысячному разу читать однообразную вермишель про однотипных персонажей. Надеюсь, что Солярной Ауксилии выделят пару-тройку книг ближе к Осаде Терры.

:rolleyes:

[NigatiF]

про то что когда Русс ведет себя как тупой идиот - это типа хитрый план такой

Попытка закинуть копье на луну - тоже многоходовочка?

[ANF]

вы что больные чтоли? или это новый мемос

тогда в ереси не должно быть атсрапатов и прочих техпристов ибо они и так в каждой почти книге.

тогда это будет помойкой типа сожжения просперро.

про русса и так нифига не было. и вместо русса будет изкатанный бьорн? и навигатор и иные подтанцовщики. клево. как там было

не всем интересно по тысячному разу читать однообразную вермишель про однотипных персонажей.

видно наоборот

Изменено 2 октября, 2015 пользователем ANF

[Эскил]

Попытка закинуть копье на луну - тоже многоходовочка?

Так тогда он бухой был =)

"Раскрывающийся текст"

А помнишь случай, когда он выпил все то ураганное вино на Сирене и пытался забросить чертово Копье на луну?

[Str0chan]

вы что больные чтоли? или это новый мемос

Вот даже если по основной последовательности пробежаться, без учета бриллиантовых рассказов и прочих аудиодрам:

С 1 по 8-ю книги - гг морячки. 9-я книга - Механикус. 10-12-я - морячки. 13-я - ассасины. 14-16-я - морячки. 17-я - напополам астропат/навигаторша и морячки. С 18-й по 32-ю - морячки. Итого из 32-х книг 29.5 посвящены пафосным подросткам на одно лицо и только 2.5 каким-то относительно живым персонажам. И ни одной книги с гг из Имп. Армии/ СА, если не считать нескольких рассказов про маленьких людей.

:rolleyes:

Изменено 2 октября, 2015 пользователем Str0chan

[ANF]

это ересь горуса. тут бек бон это моряки и еще живые примархи и механикум до отупления в адептус механикус.

у 5+скама был талларн но его слил френч ради своих канареек

император и не должен быть гг ни в коем образе ибо будет феил. это как джокер - его прошлое должно быть белым пятном и мотивы кроме ультра насилия тоже

это мать его книга волчий король. не астрапат его волчьего величества. если бьорн в сотый раз появляется как гг, то давайте ему дадим титул примарха фигли

если я захочу книгу про придурков в берцах и брониках я перечитаю дженерейшн килл и ту книгу которую генри зсу копипастил

Изменено 2 октября, 2015 пользователем ANF

[RedFurioso]

Надеюсь, что Солярной Ауксилии выделят пару-тройку книг ближе к Осаде Терры.

И чем ауксилия отличается от маринада? Такие же квадратные подбородки, илитность и ненужное геройство.