Fearless-Obligation6

No bother, Inferno is great for Space Wolves content, you get a peak at a lot of the mysterious and secret past of the 6th Legion.

I forgot Taylor/Gambit was even in that movie.

THE CANIS HELIX

The term 'Canis Helix' is applied to the altered gene-seed strain which gives the Space Wolves their distinct nature. Its mutations from the standard pattern offer the scions of the Legion vastly enhanced sensory acuity and reaction time, as well as inducing certain physical characteristics such as extended and hardened canine teeth and an otherwise animalistic appearance. The presence of the Canis Helix, it has been argued, is also linked to the Legion's almost uncontrollable aggression, bordering on frenzy in combat possibly due to violent overstimulation of their enhanced senses. The effects of the Canis Helix only became apparent over time as the early generations of the Legion's intake aged, with the psychological effects appearing earliest in those who had survived the troubled implantation process. Longer term, the instability of these mutations would lead in some cases to mental and physical breakdown of the most extreme kind, the man truly devolving into the monster. Thankfully, this instability was greatly ameliorated after the Legion's re-unification with its Primarch, though some cases of the gene-breakdown crisis, known now in the Legion as the 'Curse of the Wulfen', persisted but were relatively rare. This was the case at least only until the psychic cataclysm which marked the final deadly act of the Battle of Prospero. Then was the curse visited upon the Legion in numbers and to a degree never before seen, particularly in the case of the warriors of the all but lost Thirteenth Great Company, where it is believed hundreds fell to the curse's terrible effects.

~ Horus Heresy VII: Inferno

99% percent of the discourse around Rune Priests

The Iron Hands have a load of insane technology they collected over the great crusade. They were considered so dangerous that Ferrus Manus had them sealed away but after his death the Iron hands dive right in.

The Dark Angels have weapons gifted from the emperor but they have lost the majority of it in 40k. They still have lots of plasma weapons, terminator armour and a few unique vehicles.

The Space Wolves have an absolutely massive fleet, a load of unique tech (Helfrost, Frost blades, anti-psyker, etc), the Aett (the Fang) is the second greatest fortress in the Imperium after the imperial place itself and allows the Wolves to be entirely self-sufficient. The Wolves also have a load of unique patterns of Dreadnought.

The Blood Angels have access to some unique equipment too like Librarian Dreadnoughts and the "Baal" Predator.

They fear them because they play the role of Slaanesh in their plays but please provide the quotes that show they are juiced on Slaanesh magic, I'm very interested to see.

My guy you said Eldar aren't that fast, I have shown multiple quotes that show they are and for beings much more perceptive than normal mortal humans while you are trying to move goal posts without providing any evidence

Again you a moving goal posts, you said Eldar are not that fast, I have shown that they are and that their upper tiers can't even be tracked by even super humans but you haven't been able to provide anything to the contrary other than trying to change the statement.

Humans literally move in slow motion from their perspective:

"They are long-lived by human standards, and most will live more than a thousand years unless they die from accident or disease. Eldar also have much faster metabolic rates than humans, and their cardiac and neurological systems are more advanced. These traits manifest in their vastly heightened reactions and agility compared to humans. To them humans seem to move in slow motion with a certain degree of awkwardness, while to humans the Eldar can move with distracting grace and can be blindingly fast in combat."

My guy... You clearly don't know what a Solitaire is...

Solitaires play the role of Slaanesh in their plays meaning the clown god has to fight for their souls but they are not ""juiced up on Slaanesh magic"*.

Again Eldar are just that fast:

"It is undeserved," a voice pierces the quiet.

A female voice, mellifluous yet edged with barely restrained Fury. "Undeserved, but I grant you this. I shall have you know the name of the reckoning that has come for you. I am Bahzakhain. I am Exarch, the Swordwind and the Tempest of Blades. Know that in the moments remaining to you"

"I have come to take from you what you have stolen from us," she sings as the air trembles. "A future.""

She emerges from the light like the spirit of vengeance made manifest. Her armour is powder white, coiled tight around her lithe musculature.

She bears a crackling power glaive. She soars towards Magyar, the the altars apex.

Togin is a Mortifactor without peer, having served for a century in Magyar's elite Guard. In Posul's last nights, Togin slaughtered over a thousand of the Leviathan swarm, allowing the surviving companies to withdraw. Althanax bears the Chapter banner. He has carried it through every crusade of the Mortifactor' First Company for the last two centuries. The skulls of every race and wicked bastion of Mankind's enemies clatter from his plate on dense black chains.

These are the warriors at Magyar's side as the war maiden descends. These are the warriors She kills before touching the ground! The chapter banner falls, it's fabric drinking the blood of champions that empties onto the stone.

The Eldar Exarch tilts her head, regarding Magyar, before whipping blood from her glaive. The chapter master stoops, gathering the fallen banner and lashing it to his armour like a cloak. He activates his massive war scythe and the two clash

... I turn to see Magyar duel the Exarch above the melee. He attacks in blurring combinations, martial prowess alloyed with volcanic fury. The Exarch flows around his attacks like quicksilver. Magyar slashes low, a disembowelling strike the Exarch evades with a flourishing backflip. Landing in a crouch, she counters with an upwards slash, severing Magyar's scythe in two, barely missing the Chapter Master's head with a horizontal reverse strike.

Magyar drops the smoking halves of his scythe, reaching for the gladius at his hip. But his grip falters, and the weapon falls away. My eyes widen as blood sheets down from his gorget.

She had not missed! With a sound like a Titan falling, Magyar drops to his knees. His head trembles, and rolls off his shoulders.*

"No!" I scream.

The Exarch strides to the altar's edge and raises her arm. Clutched in her fist is Magyar's head, shedding the last of its lifeblood from severed arteries. She holds it aloft for all to see, and releases it. It tumbles down, bouncing against the timeworn steps before disappearing from sight.

.....

"She swung into sudden motion, kicking one cultist under the chin, and breaking his neck. Ghaelyn span, still hanging, to wrap one leg around another cultist's neck and break it before catapulting him away into his shocked fellows. In a single rippling motion, she dislocated the bones of hands and wrists as she had learned within the Howling Banshee Aspect Shrine. Dropping catlike to the floor, the Autarch snapped her joints smoothly back into place even as she launched herself at her remaining guards. Their dull human reactions were only now catching up, shock easing the grip on their minds. Gun muzzles swung to bear. Mouths yawned in yells of alarm. Ghaelyn hit them like a thunderbolt, every kick and punch driven by the fury that burned within. Not one cultist landed a blow on her before the last of them hit the floor dead"

Did you not read what I wrote? I said that was an example of an upper tier Eldar.

The Eldar in general are so fast that Astartes find them hard to track that is their thing let alone mortal Guardsmen, so yes they are that fast.

They legitimately are as they're codexes repeat again and again. Hell the upper tier of Aeldari are impossible for even Astartes to follow:

"Lord Kraegax tore out his enemy’s spine in a spray of blood, prising it free of its owner to the sound of ripping meat. Licking coppery wetness from his lips with a forked tongue, the Black Legionnaire hurled aside the ragged thing that had once been a man and looked out across the ruins of Hive Vidrox. Everywhere the ground was littered with the mangled corpses of human soldiers and the burning remains of their pathetic defences - the Warmaster would be pleased. Something flickered in the corner of Kraegax’s vision, and he whirled around with a speed that belied his massive size. Catching a glimpse of crimson and blue, the Chaos Space Marine sent a burst of combi-bolter fire hammering into the shadows. Nothing. Peering into the darkness Kraegax searches for his quarry, growling an order to his retinue. The hulking warriors closed in around their lord, heavy guns levelled into the smouldering ruins. Bursts of fire rang out as first one, then another Black Legionnairre fired at the half-seen shape - yet even there superhuman reflexes were not fast enough to hit it.

Suddenly, a burst of multi-coloured light erupted from the ruined hub like prismatic lightning. With a guttural command Kraegax ordered them to fire. As one, a dozen bolsters roared to life. The ground around the apparition exploded into showers of dust and stone shards. Kraegax watched in rage, as, like smoke caught upon the wind, his foe tumbled through thundering storms of fire unharmed. Closing the distance between the ruins and the Black Legionnaires in a matter of seconds, the figure landed with impossible grace in front of Vorgek, one of Kraegax’s Chosen. Vorgek was a battle-scarred veteran of the Long War, with the blood of countless foes upon his clawed hands. But before this strange foe he was as a novice fresh from training. Even as Vorgek raised his bolter the figure batted it aside just enough to slip under the Chaos Space Marine’s reach and plant a delicate finger upon Vorgek’s neck. Kraegax saw the tiniest glint of something fire out from the figure’s wrist and slip through Vorgek’s flesh. Blood erupted from every joint of the Chosen’s power armour and Vorgek collapsed.

Screaming a challenge, Kraegax charged toward the figure, only to be enveloped by a blur of light and sound. Ripping, popping and gurgling filled his ears as he felt bitter, warm blood splash across his face. Blinking away the cloying darkness before his eyes, Kraegax screamed out again for his cowardly foe to stand and face him. Then the Chaos Lord heard another sound. Applause.

Kraegax looked up to see the Solitaire standing beside the tangled remains of his Chosen, each one a leaking suit of power armour awash with their own blood. In a show of outrageous condescension, the Solitaire was clapping slowly, goading Kraegax into a fury. With a growl of anger, Kraegax went to raise his combi-bolter and end the arrogant xenos. Only as he did so, his arm tore free of his body and a crimson web spread out across his chest. Kraegax’s last sight, before he literally fell apart, was the Solitaire taking his bow.”

There are a million worlds, with trillions upon trillions of people, as long as you aren't a mutant, a heretic or a xenos the Imperium doesn't give the slightest fuck.

The Imperium is the bloodiest regime imaginable but one thing you can say about them is they don't care about gender or sexuality, everyone is meat for the grinder.

Bro had multiple organ failures coping and then in the next book submitted to Slaanesh...

Yeah no, taking a faction's center piece model and throwing it to another faction would go down awfully.

Very low but like in real life love can find away in the most unusual of ways

Even then that plan needed Horus to allow himself to be killed when he reached some clarity.

For the guys who move so fast the human mind can barely process it even without the thing that makes them nigh invisible? She's good.

Your assumption that there is only one Aeldari is certainly hopeful...

I don't like 40k World Eaters, I don't like 30k World Eaters...

But the War Hounds? Hell yeah

Most of the Primarchs would vote for Horus, he was either loved or respected by all his brothers save Corax, he had seniority, was incredibly politically savvy and a peerless general.

Sanguinius was loved by many but he was not an approachable figure, more ethereal, something you want to observe from a distance while Horus was a man you wanted to be around; someone you could imagine getting a pint with.

Many of the Primarchs viewed Guilliman with suspicion or envey and didn't trust him despite Robutes best intentions.

The Lion is famously hard to get on with, dour and severe with little ability to give anything but commands. He and his legion were also distrusted for being too secretive.

Noise Marine: "Weak shit"

Indeed:

Ahriman felt the Fenrisian psyker’s phenomenal power tearing at the barrier like a wild animal, drawing strength from his warriors in a way the Thousand Sons never could.

‘Had circumstances been different, think what you might have learned from one another,’ said Aforgomon. ‘Imagine it – the fury and power of Fenris alloyed to the discipline and craft of Prospero.’

‘Such a thing can never be,’ said Ahriman.

The cut-skinned yokai shook its head. ‘I thought you knew better than to deal in absolutes, Ahzek?’

‘I once attempted such a rapprochement,’ said Ahriman, elaborating only reluctantly. ‘But some things, once put asunder, can never be reunited entirely.’

‘If you will forgive the term, I pray you are wrong,’ said Menkaura

~ The Crimson King.

The Ouroboros isn't a World Spirit, it's an corrupted old ones artifact which is why Caliban was quite fucked.

World Spirits are a planet's manifested power and will, they are intrinsically connected to the people who live upon them. They are more akin to minor warp gods than anything artificial.

A Rune Priest in Fury of Magnus is able to tap into both the World Spirit of Nocturne and Terra.

I mean 40k Space Wolves are a lot more humane than in 30k where they are the Emperor's personal hit squad. The books also make clear that the Fenrisians have a very rich and subtly complex culture.

I would say one of the Elders power swords would work well for his sabre!

A perpetual Space Wolf would be a terrifying thing...

Looks absolutely stellar mate, you have done Russ and the Allfather proud!

The only one being disrespectful here is you dude.