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The war of Armageddon was over, or at least all the main forces of chaos have been eliminated and we're currently either routing the rest or killing the rest.
No in between.
And now I was currently back on the Battle Barge and currently dodging punches from drunken two and a half tall genetically modified humans duke it out in a massive brawl.
How'd this happen?
Simple, a drink (barrel) or two there, a shove or two over a competition and suddenly fists are flying, songs are being sung, and chairs are being broken over the backs of uninvolved Space Wolves, thus joining in and making a bigger mess.
And the damnest thing?
I'm having fun!
Nothing at stake other than pride and another drop of Mjød going into your gullet.
On the massive table was a massive wrestling match between Logan and Eivor, while Logan's champion Ajac Rockfist was currently one v three-ing three Wolf Priests.
All in all, it was a sensory overload that was a welcoming sight after being at war.
Mortals on their other side, weren't allowed in, as deaths would rise and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. As such they just open the doors just enough to roll in another Mjød barrel, usually hitting the legs of a Space Wolf who'd in turn laugh as they'd pick up the barrel and continue on with their drinking.
I guess it's true when people say that the Space Wolves are just Vikings in space.
I ducked underneath another punch "watch it! I'm drinking here!"
My plea fell on death's ear as the barrel I was holding flew out of my hands as a body flew at me.
It was uncharacteristic for me to get angry, but damn it! That was my drink!
I grabbed the body and threw it back with more force than (admittedly) necessary, I only assumed it hit the person who threw the unlucky space marine at me as I loss both the perpetrator and the body in the sea of the ongoing fights.
"Agnar!" I noticed Ivarr, who is currently waving through the pure sea of (enjoyable) chaos with remarkable skill.
"Where's your drink?!" Ivarr grabbed me by the shoulders and walked with me towards the door to get another barrel.
"Ah, damnable fool broke mine, spilled it over me!" I gestured to the tunic I was wearing, the grey-blue was now stained with a bit of yellow.
"It looks like I pissed myself!" Ivarr laughed and I followed suit only a heartbeat later.
I got to the door only for a man to walk through, he was upset, very much so, the frown was so heavy it threatened to slip off his face. He wore a black garb with skulls adorned onto his garb and he wore a stylized 'I' on his chest and several golden chains wrapped around him.
I didn't want the upset man to die unnecessarily so I blocked his path with an extended hand.
"Careful there!" The smell of Mjød must've been strong on me because he winced at my words "don't want you to die just because you got in the way of a brawl"
"I am Lord Inquisitor Ghesmei Kysnaros, and I must talk to Chapter Master Logan Grimnar" the Inquisitor didn't move past me but rather stayed where he was and met my eyes.
He froze
"Y-your eyes"
"Logan? Eh, The Great Wolf's preoccupied" Ivarr looked over with an ever growing smile as Logan held Eivor in a headlock as Eivor elbowed Logan repeatedly in the kidney.
"I must repeat myself; this is of utmost importance!" The Inquisitor looked incredibly impatient.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it can wait a day" I waved him off as he sneered.
"I mean, it's not like Terra's under siege is it?" He didn't say anything and I suddenly revered my words.
"…is it?"
"No" I had to make sure.
"Then I'm sure it can wait a day, take the day off, drink, rest" I waved him off as I caught the next barrel of Mjød.
"What is your name Space Marine?" Kysnaros asked me as he stared in my eyes or rather the light dancing around my eyes.
"Agnar Wolfbreaker" I blinked as I tore off the lid of the barrel.
"I will remember you" he spoke strangely as he walked away.
"Huh… you think he likes you?" Ivarr said.
"I think everyone likes me!" I chuckled.
"Including Khǎrn?" Ivarr smirked.
"Okay except a few!" I dark from the barrel as Ivarr laughed.
"He's most likely came to talk about executing the survivors" Ivarr's jovial tone was erased.
"Yeah, didn't the Great Wolf say something about that?" I stopped drinking for a moment.
"Aye, he did; they won't find the survivors, at least not for a day… so we can drink unabided!" Ivarr spoke as he grabbed his own barrel.
"Hey, quick question" I spoke as I saw Mjød run over his mouth and drip down his chin.
He wiped his chin before he looked at me "that is?"
"Got any games?" I will admit, I didn't like his smile.
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This was the worst
"Don't hate me because your losing" Ivarr smirked as he stared at me from across the table from me.
Now you might be asking what are we doing, it was simple, it was a drinking game that resembled the games that are usually in frat parties.
Minus the sex.
Pretty sure my penis doesn't work.
Moving on, I watched with a mix of frustration and awe at the fact that I was severely underestating Ivarr in the terms of…
Whatever the hell is this.
He had gotten all of my barrels leaving me with my very last one while he had a total of four.
"You gotta be cheating" I stared down at him and the ball that he held in his hands, truth be told I wasn't truly worried, after all ten meters separating us.
I was proven terribly wrong as the ball flew through the air with the grave belonging to the Eldar as it perfectly landed into my empty barrel.
"Should've never challenged me" Ivarr smirked at me.
I frowned.
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"RED, ALL ON RED" The hours passed and the alcohol kissed drinks flowed like a waterfall into a lake and currently I was doing the only reasonable thing left to do.
Betting.
On what?
Slaves.
Or rather people who've committed unforgivable crimes and are currently fighting each other on a table, one wearing a black cloth and another wearing red.
Reminded me of the rulettes before I died.
"All on red?! You've nothing left you fool!" Logan shoved me and I stumbled a step back and I smirked.
"Not true!" I pulled it out "I've one last gelt" I was stared at.
"And if you lose?" Ivarr leaned over my shoulder with furrowed eyebrows, he was only concerned because he lost.
"Nah, I won't," I smirked.
It took a moment for me to realized I said the cursed words and dread filled me to the done.
"Reds down!"
"No!" I yelled out and pulled my eyes to the brawl.
Red was on his knees as Black stared down at him, and Red, like a hero, slowly stumbled back to his feet.
"YES, YES, YES!" I pumped by fists in the air as my hero rose.
Black, like the true villain, punched Red in the throat and horror dawned on me.
"NO, NO, NO!" I said in denial as Black leapt on Red and began to throw haymakers down at him.
"Take your loss like a man" Eivor appeared behind me, the only one that I know of that had bet on Black.
"I will not be beaten by the likes of you!"
I threw an accusatory finger at the man as Ivarr held me back from punching him.
Eivor only pointed at the betting ring as my eyes widened in further horror.
I took my loss like a man.
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"Yield!" Eivor said as he grasped me into a headlock as I squirmed within his grasp.
After I lost my bet - which was rigged - I acted rationally like anyone else.
I flipped the table and killed Black.
Now, I will admit, I went too far by flipping the table and could have hurt someone; but putting me in a headlock was also going too far!
"I'd rather die!"
"Death it is then!" Eivor laughed as I looked up "bring in the barrel!"
A barrel of Mjød was brought before us and I laughed.
"What? Are you going to try to drown me? I'll have you know I can drink it faster than that!"
I ignored the fact I could breathe underwater.
"No" Eivor's voice was cruel.
Then it hit me.
"No" I said with dawning horror.
"Yes" Eivor merely nodded.
"You will not stuff me into that barrel Eivor!" I yelled.
He picked me up.
I thrashed, I truly did, I kicked, I twisted. For my efforts I was indeed wasn't put into the barrel like I was a nerd in a rooming to age highschool movie.
Instead I was suplexed into it.
Boards flew and I gasped in more surprise than pain.
"You son of a bitch!" I cussed.
"My mother was a great woman!" I grabbed his ankle and brought him to the ground.
"Ivarr tag team!" I called out, in my head I expected a flying elbow drop onto him, instead all I got was hopes and dreams.
"Preoccupied!" I herd and I tote my eyes to the left and saw Ivarr preparing to down three barrels that was being funneled through a few tubs.
"Damn it!"
I can do this!
I stood up and everything disagreed with me but I still stood all the while Eivor held a chuckle in his throat as he stood before me as well.
"Come 'Blessed Wolf' how's you-" I immediately got him into a clench, or rather a drunken clench.
"You've a lot of nerve" Eivor smiled, showing his elongated canines.
"So do you!" I felt the ground under me slip as I felt both a massive weight and liquid drenching both I and Eivor.
Miraculously, Eivor was the one to fall while I was the one to stay.
"I win"
"You got help!" Eivor stood as he gazed at the man who threw the barrel, Ivarr stood at my side.
"Ivarr, that's disrespectful" Eivor tilted his nose.
"I agree, don't waste the drink" I smirked as Eivor's eyes twitched.
"A two on one is unfair" Eivor wiped Mjød away from his lips and eyes.
"And so?" I challenged and his eyes narrowed at me.
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I laid on the table as most of the chairs were broken, the colors from everything in existence hurt and for the first time in the long time my body physically hurt.
After the wrestling match with Eivor which we won by the way I went back to doing whatever I wanted for the night and I will admit, I got carried away.
"Anyone feeling terrible?" I groggily spoke as I looked to my left seeing a sea of fallen Wolves from their excess of drink.
""Aye"" multiple voices called out, most groans and others words but most too hungover to give proper responses.
"Wolves… how my drink did we have" the voice of Logan came from my right as I heard weight shift and feet being planted on the ground.
"Enough" I answered for everyone.
"Get up, we've work to do" Logan spoke and it seemed to somehow magically manage to kick everyone into gear as they stood up.
When the chapter master says get us you get up I guess.
I stood up and I immediately noticed I was missing my shirt.
"Has anyone seen my shirt?" I announced and saw someone point up, following the finger, that brought me to my shirt covering a servitor drone that was just hovering there.
"Damn it" I cussed it was too high to reach and I wasn't in the mood to face the motion sickness that jumping will no doubt bring.
"Fuck it" I cussed as I planted my feet on the cold and wet flood, the smell of Mjød was still ever so strong.
"Ugh" I made a miserable sound as I walked towards the exit, no doubt facing the horrible universe that awaits outside.
'Should I tell Logan about that Inquisitor guy?' I thought as I hesitated for a second before I shrugged 'nah, he's got it' I thought as I walked away.
A/N: I had trouble writing this chapter, just the problem with trying to figure out how to write a party scene in a Warhammer setting somehow made it challenging; so I winged it, no clue if it was lore accurate but then again it's Space Wolves as long as it has an abundance of drinking their Mjød it'll be fine.