"Gather round young pups gather round ." The grizzled marine glanced around the dimly lit hall. Beckoning to the small gaggle of battle weary marines around him. The firepit in the center of the room cast rapidly flickering shadows all around, its sweet smoke curling up towards the roof. The old marine took a large swill from his mead, some of it spilling down his cheek and onto the breastplate of his blue grey power armour. "Aye That's it, closer pups, closer let an old weary man relate to you one of the great saga's of our company" He laughed softly. Shifting slightly in his seat, the light glinting of the bronze and gold in his armour, throwing inter view the symbol of the 11th great company. The sign of the fire breather, a wolfs head shaped like a volcano with flames spewing from its mouth, the company of Sven Bloodhowl. The other shoulder pad bearing the sign of his pack, a black base with white horizontal wolfs teeth.
"What saga Bjord? Is it one of Lord Bloodhow