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	Now, see the wisdom of Jaghatai Khan's Tactica, children. We are great. We are mighty. We are sons of the Emperor. But one must be mindful of his limits. You do not wish to die, only because you have not seen what is worse than death.		Now, see the wisdom of Jaghatai Khan's Tactica, children. We are great. We are mighty. We are sons of the Emperor. But one must be mindful of his limits. You do not wish to die, only because you have not seen what is worse than death.

	Our Stormseer performed an augury, over the remains of Konig. He determined that Konig was ~~and~~ two thousand, six hundred and seventy three years old.		Our Stormseer performed an augury, over the remains of Konig. He determined that Konig was two thousand, six hundred and seventy three years old.

	Trust in your steed, trust in your brothers. But do not tempt fate.		Trust in your steed, trust in your brothers. But do not tempt fate.

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	In the vein of Stephen King's "Jaunt": ''The Last Confession of Battle Brother Konig''.		In the vein of Stephen King's "Jaunt": ''The Last Confession of Battle '''Brother Konig'''''.

	== Actual Story ==		== Actual Story ==

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	We served in a punishing crusade against a fiend, an Ork called Mochoppa - he was a mad one. Obsessed with his vile and alien gods, he had set himself to the task of converting his entire world into one gigantic Gargant. Thankfully, the 3rd Company had arrived, and had scoured the smoke belching, iron-plated world clean of the vile greenskins, and set ourselves to securing the core of it, ensuring that their mad plan would not succeed.		We served in a punishing crusade against a fiend, an Ork called Mochoppa - he was a mad one. Obsessed with his vile and alien gods, he had set himself to the task of converting his entire world into one gigantic Gargant. Thankfully, the 3rd Company had arrived, and had scoured the smoke belching, iron-plated world clean of the vile greenskins, and set ourselves to securing the core of it, ensuring that their mad plan would not succeed.

	It was a task for Guardsmen, or perhaps Salamanders; we of the White Scars have never been fond of sacrificing mobility. However, when the task calls for, it all Astartes serve. All Astartes serve.		It was a task for Guardsmen, or perhaps Salamanders; we of the White Scars have never been fond of sacrificing mobility. However, when the task calls for it, all Astartes serve. All Astartes serve.

	Our Captain then was Khulan - a man in Jaghatai's mold. You would have liked him. He was bold, fearless, and ever-confident. If he was in doubt, he moved forward, pressing onwards until he found his enemy's throat in his hands. A good Space Marine. He had volunteered us of the 3rd Company to hold, and would not accept relief from nearby units, insisting that elements of the Waaagh! had not all been accounted for. We of the Third could do our duty.		Our Captain then was Khulan - a man in Jaghatai's mold. You would have liked him. He was bold, fearless, and ever-confident. If he was in doubt, he moved forward, pressing onwards until he found his enemy's throat in his hands. A good Space Marine. He had volunteered us of the 3rd Company to hold, and would not accept relief from nearby units, insisting that elements of the Waaagh! had not all been accounted for. We of the Third could do our duty.

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	In the vein of Stephen King's "Jaunt": ''The Last Confession of Battle Brother Konig''.		In the vein of Stephen King's "Jaunt": ''The Last Confession of Battle Brother Konig''.

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	Trust in your steed, trust in your brothers. But do not tempt fate.		Trust in your steed, trust in your brothers. But do not tempt fate.

	~~== Thingy ==~~		[[Category:Warhammer_40,000]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]
	~~<center><table><tr><td><div style="border:1px solid #000000"><div style="background: #BBEEBB">~~[[~~Image~~:~~Small Book.png\|40px]]<small>The preceding article was a [[/tg/]]-related story or fanfic. Having read it~~, ~~you might have found [[tl;dr~~]] ~~and an occasional amount of~~ [[~~awesome~~]]~~.</small></div></div></td></tr></table></center>~~

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	Now, see the wisdom of Jaghatai Khan's Tactica, children. We are great. We are mighty. We are sons of the Emperor. But one must be mindful of his limits. You do not wish to die, only because you have not seen what is worse than death.		Now, see the wisdom of Jaghatai Khan's Tactica, children. We are great. We are mighty. We are sons of the Emperor. But one must be mindful of his limits. You do not wish to die, only because you have not seen what is worse than death.

	Our Stormseer performed an augury, over the remains of Konig. He determined that Konig was ~~one hundred~~ and ~~eighty four~~ thousand, six hundred and seventy three years old.		Our Stormseer performed an augury, over the remains of Konig. He determined that Konig was and two thousand, six hundred and seventy three years old.

	Trust in your steed, trust in your brothers. But do not tempt fate.		Trust in your steed, trust in your brothers. But do not tempt fate.

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	<center><table><tr><td><div style="border:1px solid #000000"><div style="background: #BBEEBB">[[Image:Small Book.png\|40px]]<small>The preceding article was a [[/tg/]] related story or fanfic. Having read it, you might have found [[tl;dr]] and an occasional amount of [[awesome]].</small></div></div></td></tr></table></center>[[Category:Stories~~<noinclude>\| </noinclude>~~]]		<center><table><tr><td><div style="border:1px solid #000000"><div style="background: #BBEEBB">[[Image:Small Book.png\|40px]]<small>The preceding article was a [[/tg/]] related story or fanfic. Having read it, you might have found [[tl;dr]] and an occasional amount of [[awesome]].</small></div></div></td></tr></table></center>
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	In the vein of Stephen King's "Jaunt": The Last Confession of Battle Brother Konig.		In the vein of Stephen King's ''Jaunt'': The Last Confession of Battle Brother Konig.


	== Actual Story ==		== Actual Story ==


	Grieve child. Grieve for the world that you shall not see. But be thankful that you do not last longer underneath the wheel of time. Young initiate, so eager and ready, allow me to tell you a tale of fifty years past.		Grieve child. Grieve for the world that you shall not see. But be thankful that you do not last longer underneath the wheel of time. Young initiate, so eager and ready, allow me to tell you a tale of fifty years past.

	We served in a punishing crusade against a fiend, an ork called Mochoppa- he was a mad one. Obsessed with his vile and alien gods, he had set himself to the task of converting his entire world into one gigantic Gargant. Thankfully, the Third Company had arrived, and had scoured the smoke belching, iron plated world clean of the vile greenskins, and set ourselves to securing the core of it, ensuring that their mad plan would not succeed.		We served in a punishing crusade against a fiend, an ork called Mochoppa - he was a mad one. Obsessed with his vile and alien gods, he had set himself to the task of converting his entire world into one gigantic Gargant. Thankfully, the Third Company had arrived, and had scoured the smoke belching, iron plated world clean of the vile greenskins, and set ourselves to securing the core of it, ensuring that their mad plan would not succeed.

	It was a task for Guardsmen, or perhaps Salamanders; we of the White Scars have never been fond of sacrificing mobility. However, when the task calls for, it all Astartes serve. All Astartes serve.		It was a task for Guardsmen, or perhaps Salamanders; we of the White Scars have never been fond of sacrificing mobility. However, when the task calls for, it all Astartes serve. All Astartes serve.

	Our Captain then was Khulan- a man in Jaghatai's mold. You would have liked him. He was bold, fearless, and ever confident. If he was in doubt, he moved forward, pressing onwards until he found his enemy's throat in his hands. A good space marine. He had volunteered us of the Third Company to hold, and would not accept relief from nearby units, insisting that elements of the waaagh! had not all been accounted for. We of the third could do our duty.		Our Captain then was Khulan - a man in Jaghatai's mold. You would have liked him. He was bold, fearless, and ever confident. If he was in doubt, he moved forward, pressing onwards until he found his enemy's throat in his hands. A good space marine. He had volunteered us of the Third Company to hold, and would not accept relief from nearby units, insisting that elements of the waaagh! had not all been accounted for. We of the third could do our duty.

	The orks did come, true to Khulan's prediction, and those reinforcements were better spent elsewhere- we fought for two years on that orkish blasphemy. Two years, wading through greenskin blood, crawling through the labyrinth built by mining meks, racing to prevent their dream of activating their planet gargant.		The orks did come, true to Khulan's prediction, and those reinforcements were better spent elsewhere- we fought for two years on that orkish blasphemy. Two years, wading through greenskin blood, crawling through the labyrinth built by mining meks, racing to prevent their dream of activating their planet gargant.
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	You must understand, that Konig was the most ancient of our number, perhaps second in age only to some of the rare dreadnoughts we hold. It was Konig who held watch over the ceremony that saw Jubal become our Khan, it was Konig who held aloft the head of Archon Valestrix over the feasting hall of the Slow Poison, it was Konig that carved those ancient words, "Oderint Dum Metuant" that he learned as student to the revered Saint Algonsi, into the beams that reside far above your head when he earned terminator honors.		You must understand, that Konig was the most ancient of our number, perhaps second in age only to some of the rare dreadnoughts we hold. It was Konig who held watch over the ceremony that saw Jubal become our Khan, it was Konig who held aloft the head of Archon Valestrix over the feasting hall of the Slow Poison, it was Konig that carved those ancient words, "Oderint Dum Metuant" that he learned as student to the revered Saint Algonsi, into the beams that reside far above your head when he earned terminator honors.

	And it was Konig that saw us still serving our Captain Khulan. Konig had mentored Khulan, and it was his quiet voice that kept us dutiful and honest. It was funny, now that I think of it- he was the one that mentored Kor'sarro Khan. He was a kingmaker, that one, always managing to pick the Captain of the 3rd.		And it was Konig that saw us still serving our Captain Khulan. Konig had mentored Khulan, and it was his quiet voice that kept us dutiful and honest. It was funny, now that I think of it - he was the one that mentored Kor'sarro Khan. He was a kingmaker, that one, always managing to pick the Captain of the 3rd.

	We had made a chapel on a blasted plain that was supposed to be the planet gargant's right eye, a rough construction built of torn and remelted steel. At the back of it was a hole by which we accessed the interior of the accursed ork weapon- we had identified the greenskins had something important there, so as is our way, we set to befoul the xenos' plans for Khan and Emperor.		We had made a chapel on a blasted plain that was supposed to be the planet gargant's right eye, a rough construction built of torn and remelted steel. At the back of it was a hole by which we accessed the interior of the accursed ork weapon- we had identified the greenskins had something important there, so as is our way, we set to befoul the xenos' plans for Khan and Emperor.
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	"I do not know, Chaplain."		"I do not know, Chaplain."

	Brother Konig hesitated then- Captain Khulan had made no attempt at stealth in arriving, and the ringing of his footsteps was audible to all, but something drove Konig on anyways.		Brother Konig hesitated then - Captain Khulan had made no attempt at stealth in arriving, and the ringing of his footsteps was audible to all, but something drove Konig on anyways.

	"I know who the High Lords of Terra are. I am told about each in turn. The representative of the Administratum's harvest of the pilgrims, the Navis Nobilite's priest protected decadence, the Assassin Master and the Inquisitorial Representative's murders by proxy."		"I know who the High Lords of Terra are. I am told about each in turn. The representative of the Administratum's harvest of the pilgrims, the Navis Nobilite's priest protected decadence, the Assassin Master and the Inquisitorial Representative's murders by proxy."