As the fourth son of a largely unremarkable noble line, no one expected a great deal from Wendel Volker. Indeed, Commandant Kross resented his presence in the garrison, as he knew well that Volker's rank had been acquired through the outlaying of gold and patronage, rather than good, honest service. Heldenhame's other captains scarcely thought more of Volker, and mocked the rigour with which he pursued his fencing lessons, and how earnestly he treated the men under his command. By contrast, the rank and file, who disliked Commandant Kross, were staunchly obedient to Volker's orders – something that scarcely endeared the captain to his fellow officers.[1a]
Despite the odds, this young captain had managed to survive the fall of Heldenhame Keep, battling against the armies of Chaos before he made his way towards Middenheim, the City of the White Wolf, where he became a vessel for an ancient power that had been long thought dead.