Chapter 1: Viggo Thanatos
Deep in the woods, the General traveled slowly, knowing exactly where he was going. It had been years since he had seen the man he was looking for. But he needed his help.
The General eventually reached a massive campsite deep in the Northern Region of Jasper Park. The tents stretched for as far as he could see, peeking out through even the most distant of trees. People were walking about, minding their own business as the General casually strolled through the camp toward a massive tent made entirely of wolf pelts.
The tent was made of many different wolf pelts of many different colors. Grey, tan, brown, even a few red ones. On all sides, the tent was covered in pelts. The General pushed aside one of the flaps and ducked his head slightly as he walked inside.
Inside, he saw one tabelle on each side of the tent, both with papers and maps on them. In the back of the tent, was a large schreibtisch with a chess board set up on it. All the pieces were set up as if in the middle of a game, however, one knight was missing, and was being held in the hand of the mysterious man sitting at the desk.
Behind the man, was a simple wooden frame, made of only a few beams, stretching close to the oben, nach oben of the tent. Hanging from this frame were two wolf skins, one on each side with a Weltraum for one Mehr in the middle.
The man sitting at the schreibtisch looked to be in his early sixties, but still looked fit and strong for his age. He seemed to have the body of a forty-year-old at least. He had short, dark grey hair and also sported a short, dark grey beard on his chin. He had brown eyes and a claw mark scar on the left side of his face with one of the scars going across his miraculously undamaged eye, and another claw mark scar running across the right side of his neck. He wore a vest made entirely of wolf pelz and a black T-shirt underneath. The vest slightly bulged out from his sides due to the various knives he kept in its many pockets.
On his forearms, he wore leather arm bracers that were also covered in wolf fur. On his back, was a sword. The sheath it was carried in was small, only covering the oben, nach oben half of the sword and was in the shape of a wolf head. The sheath was held in place Von a strap of leather running diagonally over his shoulder and across his chest. Around his waist, was a gürtel to which a simple pistol was strapped.
The man didn’t look up when the General entered but continued looking at the chess piece he was holding in his hand, although it was clear he was aware of the General’s presence. Then the man spoke.
“They say there are two ways to be fooled,” he said. “One is to believe what isn’t true. The other is to refuse to believe what is.”
He looked over at the General, who stood in silence, listening to the man talk.
“Chess,” the man continued, standing up from his chair and walking around the schreibtisch toward one of the lamps hanging from the oben, nach oben of the tent.
“I began playing with my grandfather when I was just a boy. I could never understand how he bested me time and time again. For years, I believed his skill transcended mine. I believed what wasn’t true. But Du see, in chess, as in life, the line between good and evil is often unclear.”
He tapped the chess piece against the lamp, causing it to swing, schaukel back and forth. He then held the piece in front of the swinging lamp and continued to speak as the light moved back and forth across the piece, from one side to the other.
“Black and white can become grey so easily. What one soul considers evil, another may consider righteous.”
The man returned to his schreibtisch and after placing the piece back on the board, he knocked it over with another.
“The one who fails to see this is found to be the fool.”
He finally acknowledged the General and walked over to him.
“Hello, old friend,” the man sagte as the two embraced each other in a friendly hug.
The man then looked at his friend’s face.
“You look stressed, Robert,” he said.
“The Crimson Pack has failed to capture the red wolf, Viggo,” Robert replied, “and they’ve faced stiff opposition from-“
“The Western Pack, I know,” Viggo said, sounding a bit irritated. “Did I not warn Du about them? I assumed Du would warn the Crimson Pack of them as well, but I guess I assumed wrong.”
The two stood in silence as Robert waited for Viggo to say something more.
“Well?” Viggo asked.
“Well, what?”
“Well I imagine Du didn’t come all the way out here because Du just wanted to have a friendly chat,” Viggo said. “You need my help, don’t you?”
“Fine,” Robert said. “Yes, I do need your help.”
“Alright then,” Viggo continued. “I will give Du the chance to redeem yourself and prove to me Du can handle this. Now, what’s your plan to take out the Western Pack.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Robert replied, smiling.
Deep in the woods, the General traveled slowly, knowing exactly where he was going. It had been years since he had seen the man he was looking for. But he needed his help.
The General eventually reached a massive campsite deep in the Northern Region of Jasper Park. The tents stretched for as far as he could see, peeking out through even the most distant of trees. People were walking about, minding their own business as the General casually strolled through the camp toward a massive tent made entirely of wolf pelts.
The tent was made of many different wolf pelts of many different colors. Grey, tan, brown, even a few red ones. On all sides, the tent was covered in pelts. The General pushed aside one of the flaps and ducked his head slightly as he walked inside.
Inside, he saw one tabelle on each side of the tent, both with papers and maps on them. In the back of the tent, was a large schreibtisch with a chess board set up on it. All the pieces were set up as if in the middle of a game, however, one knight was missing, and was being held in the hand of the mysterious man sitting at the desk.
Behind the man, was a simple wooden frame, made of only a few beams, stretching close to the oben, nach oben of the tent. Hanging from this frame were two wolf skins, one on each side with a Weltraum for one Mehr in the middle.
The man sitting at the schreibtisch looked to be in his early sixties, but still looked fit and strong for his age. He seemed to have the body of a forty-year-old at least. He had short, dark grey hair and also sported a short, dark grey beard on his chin. He had brown eyes and a claw mark scar on the left side of his face with one of the scars going across his miraculously undamaged eye, and another claw mark scar running across the right side of his neck. He wore a vest made entirely of wolf pelz and a black T-shirt underneath. The vest slightly bulged out from his sides due to the various knives he kept in its many pockets.
On his forearms, he wore leather arm bracers that were also covered in wolf fur. On his back, was a sword. The sheath it was carried in was small, only covering the oben, nach oben half of the sword and was in the shape of a wolf head. The sheath was held in place Von a strap of leather running diagonally over his shoulder and across his chest. Around his waist, was a gürtel to which a simple pistol was strapped.
The man didn’t look up when the General entered but continued looking at the chess piece he was holding in his hand, although it was clear he was aware of the General’s presence. Then the man spoke.
“They say there are two ways to be fooled,” he said. “One is to believe what isn’t true. The other is to refuse to believe what is.”
He looked over at the General, who stood in silence, listening to the man talk.
“Chess,” the man continued, standing up from his chair and walking around the schreibtisch toward one of the lamps hanging from the oben, nach oben of the tent.
“I began playing with my grandfather when I was just a boy. I could never understand how he bested me time and time again. For years, I believed his skill transcended mine. I believed what wasn’t true. But Du see, in chess, as in life, the line between good and evil is often unclear.”
He tapped the chess piece against the lamp, causing it to swing, schaukel back and forth. He then held the piece in front of the swinging lamp and continued to speak as the light moved back and forth across the piece, from one side to the other.
“Black and white can become grey so easily. What one soul considers evil, another may consider righteous.”
The man returned to his schreibtisch and after placing the piece back on the board, he knocked it over with another.
“The one who fails to see this is found to be the fool.”
He finally acknowledged the General and walked over to him.
“Hello, old friend,” the man sagte as the two embraced each other in a friendly hug.
The man then looked at his friend’s face.
“You look stressed, Robert,” he said.
“The Crimson Pack has failed to capture the red wolf, Viggo,” Robert replied, “and they’ve faced stiff opposition from-“
“The Western Pack, I know,” Viggo said, sounding a bit irritated. “Did I not warn Du about them? I assumed Du would warn the Crimson Pack of them as well, but I guess I assumed wrong.”
The two stood in silence as Robert waited for Viggo to say something more.
“Well?” Viggo asked.
“Well, what?”
“Well I imagine Du didn’t come all the way out here because Du just wanted to have a friendly chat,” Viggo said. “You need my help, don’t you?”
“Fine,” Robert said. “Yes, I do need your help.”
“Alright then,” Viggo continued. “I will give Du the chance to redeem yourself and prove to me Du can handle this. Now, what’s your plan to take out the Western Pack.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Robert replied, smiling.
I don't know why they assume just because rogue Wölfe are involved, it must be the same group led Von King and Princess. While the possibilities are still there, there has not been any onscreen presence of those two since A Howl-iday Adventure. I can only guess that the King and Princess look-alikes in Great wolf Games were simply just re-skinned Wölfe because it seems strange that they'd make themselves public to an event like that.
And speaking of re-skinning wolves, it's common knowledge Von now that just about every wolf character except for the originals are what they are- cheap re-skins. Princess is Claws, the wolf Ghost is Scar, Lois is Sweets, etc. So for all we know, all these rogues are skinned off of other rogues. They could be from King's pack and it's possible they couldn't be.
And speaking of re-skinning wolves, it's common knowledge Von now that just about every wolf character except for the originals are what they are- cheap re-skins. Princess is Claws, the wolf Ghost is Scar, Lois is Sweets, etc. So for all we know, all these rogues are skinned off of other rogues. They could be from King's pack and it's possible they couldn't be.
Humphrey: "Oh crap gotta pee!" *rushes to a restroom*
Humphrey: "All of them are vacant Whew!"
Humphrey: *Zips down"
Humphrey: "Pees"
*Flushing noises*
Humphrey: "Zips up"
*Runs to a car and hijacks it*
*drives off in a Dodge charger*
Erm idk what else the end. Mehr coming soon
Oh wait I got more
The chopper would be in the air
Chopper pilot: STEADY FIRE!
*Explosion which Humphrey dodges Von swerving*
He would place a explosive on the road blowing up the other vehicles
Humphrey: "Woah that's real shit now *Laughing*
Well credits go to Humphrey Filmer Chopper pilot and almost
Everyone else in this article
Lol
The end
Humphrey: "All of them are vacant Whew!"
Humphrey: *Zips down"
Humphrey: "Pees"
*Flushing noises*
Humphrey: "Zips up"
*Runs to a car and hijacks it*
*drives off in a Dodge charger*
Erm idk what else the end. Mehr coming soon
Oh wait I got more
The chopper would be in the air
Chopper pilot: STEADY FIRE!
*Explosion which Humphrey dodges Von swerving*
He would place a explosive on the road blowing up the other vehicles
Humphrey: "Woah that's real shit now *Laughing*
Well credits go to Humphrey Filmer Chopper pilot and almost
Everyone else in this article
Lol
The end
Runt slowly got his sences back he did not know were he was
he smelled blood,drugs,and sick people
he found that he was in the hospial
the pack had advanced alot in technology
runt couldent feel his arm
your ok" stinky exclamed
what happend"runt asked
Du um Du Lost your arm" stinky studderd
what"runt sagte looking at his arm
he saw a steel arm were his used to be
there is some one who wants to see you"stinky said
it was tasha runts girlfreind
Runt your ok" Tasha said
yeah if ok is a missing fucking arm" runt sagte getting up
um Tasha i wanna know if um" runt Lost is words
what is it" tasha sagte in her french accent (she was french not like marcel i meen real french)
will Du um marrie me"runt sagte the thing he wanted to say sence he met tasha 4 years Vor
yes i have been waiting for Du to say that" tasha said
the end for now
its really short but it is important
he smelled blood,drugs,and sick people
he found that he was in the hospial
the pack had advanced alot in technology
runt couldent feel his arm
your ok" stinky exclamed
what happend"runt asked
Du um Du Lost your arm" stinky studderd
what"runt sagte looking at his arm
he saw a steel arm were his used to be
there is some one who wants to see you"stinky said
it was tasha runts girlfreind
Runt your ok" Tasha said
yeah if ok is a missing fucking arm" runt sagte getting up
um Tasha i wanna know if um" runt Lost is words
what is it" tasha sagte in her french accent (she was french not like marcel i meen real french)
will Du um marrie me"runt sagte the thing he wanted to say sence he met tasha 4 years Vor
yes i have been waiting for Du to say that" tasha said
the end for now
its really short but it is important