Kill-team*SNAP*Kill-team by BrookM
We all froze at the sound, not daring to move. I felt myself holding my breath for five, ten, fifteen seconds, straining to hear anything out of the ordinary, before slowly exhaling. All the while I kept my eye on the distant form of Murke, our point man, watching as he slowly unclenched his raised fist, finally giving the signal to advance again. Praise the Emperor, we weren’t spotted, yet.
I glanced over my shoulder, scowling at the source of the noise. The snap of a dry twig might not seem like much, but when you’re in as deep as us, it’s a sound much like that of an exploding frag that could very well mean the difference between getting caught in an ambush or living to see another day. The man responsible for the noise, corporal Stevens of the 25th Praetorian Rifles, was pale and sweating profusely, he seemed to have caught on to what he did. Here's hoping the tosser learned from it.
That useless, bloody wanker..
We continued our cautious advance for anothe
Memories of a WidowmakerMy story? What makes you think I have a story to share with you? You want to know about my eyepatch? Ha, you kids have some nerve these days! Do you bother all strangers that come down this road? What do you offer in return? A place by the fire and a hot meal? I must be getting old, it does sound tempting child. Very well, show me to the fire place and you will have your tale. I should warn you though, mine is not one of happiness and joy, you have been warned.Memories of a Widowmaker by BrookM
My name is Nataliya Verochka, twenty-nine winters old, hailing from the northern reaches of our motherland, born into a poor Kossite family made up of hunters and woodsmen living in the village of Neva, I doubt it can be found on any map. I lost both parents before I reached adulthood: My mother perished giving birth to me and my father, who raised me as best he could, died during the hunt of a bear on the eve of my sixteenth year. With no family left to keep me from leaving, I enlisted with the Winter Guard, first with blunderb
Lone WolfThe hounds howled into the night, their cries heard long and far away. It was a beautiful night, not that Moira the Unrelenting, Spear of Fenris, She-Wolf of Crag Mourning and Guardian of the Gate of Blades cared. It was just another night, the icy chill did not bother her, the majestic full moon did not interest her. For a fleeting moment she was reminded of home, of cold and unforgiving Fenris. She instantly quashed the thought with a burning hatred of the foe. Her pack had been slain and she had been left alive. She drew from that shameful notion, using it to fuel her fury and dark brooding thoughts. She had pondered the battle as she waited, going over it with perfect clarity, her enhanced mind allowing her to not forget a single detail of what happened just a few days ago, a decade or even a century for that matter.Lone Wolf by BrookM
She forced herself to think back to what had happened, she forced herself to once more relive the death of her Pack.
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They had all barked with laughter as they sa