Otis the grizzled veteran taught the ways of tactics and lore the to knowledge hungry Cjarl, and a bond of brotherhood formed. Many years had past as under the tutelage of Otis, Cjarl rose in the ranks of the Space Wolves through deads and examples, But it would soon be that fate would take another turn, and test Cjarl to his utmost. Serving under the Great Company of Blackmane, Cjarl Nightmane and his bloodclaws were ordered to relieve the beleaguered forces of the western front on Armagedon, led by his Mentor Otis.

White hot flashes of las-cannon fire streaked across the battered city as Cjarl advanced his forces and assaulted the enemy. Heretic Imperial Guard and the elusive Eldar bore down on the Space Wolves as the other forces waited for them to break through. And break through they did as heretics and eldar died in droves, to the amount that thye could no longer hold or take any of the objectives. Cheers from the Imperial forces were cut short as scanners flashed with warning at the arrival of 2 huge reserve forces. To late for the rest of the Imperial to run up and enforce the Space Wolves postions as the dug in for the new threat.

All around the Space Wolves drop pods and warpfield gates opened to pour forth more Heretic and Eldar forces. Craters sprang forth like maws of death from the giant cannons brought to bear on Cjarl's small company, and through the raining debris came the whirling projectiles of the Eldar Star Cannons. All around Cjarl death walked freely like a scythe through the wheat fields. It was then that the Wolfprist Otis spoke the litany of sacrafice and prepared to sell thier lives dearly.

The new Heretic Forces Heavy Tank Company pounded the Imperial forces, and Wolfpriest Otis knew what we must do and began his desperate assault. Ordering the Cjarl's bloodclaw pack to attack the tanks, Otis broke from the unit and dove into the massed large units IG. Providing the destraction for the bloodclaw to finish off the tanks. Mere moments seemed like hours as the Bloodclaw left the smokey ruins of the tanks behind to help with thier Wolfpriest. Otis howled his battles cries as he fought like only a cornered wolf could fight, with bloodlust and ferocity! Standing atop a mound of bodies he fought on against overwhelming odds knowing that soon he would be standing amoung the halls of heroes with his many lost borthers, where the brave live forever,......

Cjarl and the rest of the bloodclaws raced towards the remaining few heretic Imperial Guard, tearing into to them like wolves into sheep. Soon only the Sons of Russ stood and the howled thier dismay at what greeted thier sight. Atop a mound of bodies lay Otis Thunderclaw, whos bold words of encouragement seem out of place to his mortally wounded body. Suddenly a miracle happened as the Adeptus Astartes Battle Barge of the Great Wolf himself broke through the static of the com-links. Soon the small remains of the Wolf Pack under Otis were retrieved. Soon they were back within the armored walls of the Battle Barge as Cjarl raced with the tralls to get Otis to the med-habs.

Red Warnings lights flashed all around the ship as the Commanding voice of the Logan Grimnar himself boomed throughout the ship. Looking onto his Mentor for the last time Cjarl was imiedately silenced by the grim visage of his mentor Otis. Slowly, painstankly Otis removed his Wolf Icon from around his neck and placed around Cjarl's. "You have been a great pupil wolfbrother, now take this icon and my bear my weapon with pride,... for the sagas and lore you know must be passed on and told before the gatherings at the great hall,.... You have bore witness my Great Wolf,...." Suddenly Cjarl whirled around and stared at the towering figure of Grimnar who answered," I have old wolf, go now and rest." With that Otis Thunderclaw spoke once more to the Greatwolf and was carried away.

Born anew into the Great Company of the Great Wolf, Wolfpriest Cjarl Nightmane's blood boiled with the hot fluids of vengence as he gathered a small retinue and thrust himself into the fray once more. Looking forth along the battle lines the Great Wolf looked for something that would slake the vengence from his new Wolf Priest. Pointing to the holo grid before him was the very center of the battleline. A huge desert where the infamous Ork Warlord Skullsplitter had devasted any and all who dared confront him. From Sisters of Battle, Space Marines, and IG forces, none could barr his way as the Ork Warlord made plans to turn his forces on one of the unprotected flanks of the Imperial forces. But the Great Wolf would not allow it.

Drop pods hurtled themselves like the fist of giants to pound the earth below. Taking that as a signal the enormous Ork Warlord Skullpslitter roared his WAAAGH challenge and raced to meet the oncoming forces. A Brief exchange of fire power and the forces of Wolfpriest Cjarl clashed with the Ork Speed Freaks. It was then that Cjarl faced the massive Ork in single combat and carved his name into the history books of battle of the Hells Highway, Armagedon. Dedicating his victory to his mentor Cjarl arrived shortly after the battle back on Fenris. Standing upon the pinacle of The Fang's, a massive starport, a huge armored figure of a newly annionted Venerable Dreadnought strode toward Cjarl bearing a very familar symbol upon its regal bannner. Otis Thunderclaw's mortal visage adorned the gigantic banner and Cjarl stood in awe at the looming figure," So pup, you really think you would be having all the battles to yourself?" boomed the voice of Otis through a large speaker device. Soon they both roared thier laughter and spoke of the many deed to come. SO began the partnership and friendship.

(Cjarl Nightmane's Retinue) Being a part of the Great Council, Cjarl answers to know one but the Council and the Great Wolf himself. Usually he is assigned to the various Great Companies or draws upon them when called for battle. Mostly though it is the Great Wolfs Company that he goes with in various battle assignments and even has a stand bye group known as the Nightmanes. Primarily an Assault Force, his particular pack has painted there standard colors in a more jagged outline to show that thier under the Nightrunner Company. Having proved his worth in many battles, Wolfpriest Cjarl has been given total authority on his own small pack for use in special missions adopted by the Council.

It was only till recently that another turn of fate has revealed itself to Cjarl. From strange nightmares to walking preminitions, he has gained an insight to the world of the spirit and the mind. Retaining his title as Wolfpriest in honor of his mentor, Cjarl now presides with both the wolfpriests and runepriests of the Council. Many are the personalities withing his pack, from the famous Bloodclaw packs with the likes of Madddog, Bugjohn, O.R. Chris,...etc... to the lumbering Landraider spirt Cloudkraken.