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	The chaplain Bragi sat as he did before, smoking his pipe and reading a heavy bound tome. He gave them a companionable nod. "Fresh breakfast for the raw recruits," he said, motioning to a table set up with seats beside him.		The chaplain Bragi sat as he did before, smoking his pipe and reading a heavy bound tome. He gave them a companionable nod. "Fresh breakfast for the raw recruits," he said, motioning to a table set up with seats beside him.
	Mounds of grox meat freshly grilled sat with plates of butter-milk cakes dipped in a thick syrup. Jugs of recaf and water with cups for drinking.		Mounds of grox meat freshly grilled sat with plates of butter-milk cakes dipped in a thick syrup. Jugs of [[recaf]] and water with cups for drinking.

	Sanna settled in with the biggest steak she could manage and poured herself a tall cup of recaf. Darius didn't even manage that amount of decorum. He pounced on a fat plate of food with a ravenous hunger. Steaks ripped beneath his shattered teeth, syrup flew as he gulped down cake after cake. It was a display of gluttony that would have made a fat man sick.		Sanna settled in with the biggest steak she could manage and poured herself a tall cup of recaf. Darius didn't even manage that amount of decorum. He pounced on a fat plate of food with a ravenous hunger. Steaks ripped beneath his shattered teeth, syrup flew as he gulped down cake after cake. It was a display of gluttony that would have made a fat man sick.

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	“I am a Battle Sister, I will not be talked to in such a way by some grey haired initiate!”		“I am a Battle Sister, I will not be talked to in such a way by some grey haired initiate!”

	The Wolves looked about at one another with brows raised. “We are no initiates Battle Sister,” Cnute said, “We are Wolf Scouts.”		The Wolves looked about at one another with brows raised. “We are no initiates, Battle Sister,” Cnute said, “We are Wolf Scouts.”

	“Hold Cnut, I know her confusion,” the chaplain said, “You have served with Marines before, perhaps an Ultramarine or one of their many off-spring. Amongst them yes, a scout is a half-trained boy, but we keep a different way. The Wolf Scouts are the eyes of the Great Wolf, his ears, and his nose. We are the lone wolves stalking through the snow, the fingers of the fist probing for weakness, the knife in the night silencing the sentry, the bullet from the shadow slaying the General. We are not boys new to war. We are veterans taken to the lonely path, separate from the pack.”		“Hold Cnut, I know her confusion,” the chaplain said, “You have served with Marines before, perhaps an Ultramarine or one of their many off-spring. Amongst them yes, a scout is a half-trained boy, but we keep a different way. The Wolf Scouts are the eyes of the Great Wolf, his ears, and his nose. We are the lone wolves stalking through the snow, the fingers of the fist probing for weakness, the knife in the night silencing the sentry, the bullet from the shadow slaying the General. We are not boys new to war. We are veterans taken to the lonely path, separate from the pack.”
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	Cnute lent her an arm to lean upon. She had not seen him in the press of the melee but his armour was spattered with blood, the axe he carried marred with a notch that had not been there before. He was smiling broadly, eyes bright, as if drunk. She felt a tad drunk herself, euphoric, her entire body tingling.		Cnute lent her an arm to lean upon. She had not seen him in the press of the melee but his armour was spattered with blood, the axe he carried marred with a notch that had not been there before. He was smiling broadly, eyes bright, as if drunk. She felt a tad drunk herself, euphoric, her entire body tingling.

	He guided her steps carefully, an arm on her shoulder, her body pressed against his side. She did not mean to lean on him so ~~heavilly~~, but her body felt as if it might give out at any moment.		He guided her steps carefully, an arm on her shoulder, her body pressed against his side. She did not mean to lean on him so heavily, but her body felt as if it might give out at any moment.

	Together they marched into the village square. The Ultramarine scout was still breathing, his eyes open. He looked down at them, his face haggard. An expression of disbelief mixed with hope greeted the pair, the look of a desperate man.		Together they marched into the village square. The Ultramarine scout was still breathing, his eyes open. He looked down at them, his face haggard. An expression of disbelief mixed with hope greeted the pair, the look of a desperate man.

1d4chan>Bolter Shell: Chapter Two

2012-08-12T08:07:01Z

Chapter Two

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	They marched together, as one, out into the long lonely night.		They marched together, as one, out into the long lonely night.

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115.187.238.59: A new piece of writefaggery

2012-07-29T22:03:27Z

A new piece of writefaggery

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