this is a tell from vigilus defiant for a slow grow expansion league of 1000 points . every thing is redacted and approved by Adeptus Ministorum for general consumption and nothing is redacted .

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mission: patrol

battlezone: tundric blizzard

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On the upper side of the planet Vigilus The fields of the north covered in blankets of snow teaming with predators and space space faring Xenos ... 

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During the last 400 stranded Tara year our shadow captain keeps ever vigilante over the revolution in our backwards Immaterium bubble as we rallied and prepared when were raced from our imprisonment. Our worlds were beautiful and teeming with life all four of them and there many moons. We The White Cross may have miss read the codex in regards to  the number and strength of our armory. The night was long . Words change along with there meaning and understandings. "We fallow the path for we listen to the path " .

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We started our patrol  in the dead of night to find and clean out a  location to set down our modest monastery. We sent out Brother  Captain Bert and Brother Librarian Geo.  The snow was singing the song of the path . Its haunting Melody of the storm and the singing of the Pray or hunter . In the first hour of our watch one of our brothers was dragged off  by one of the  hunter  if he  is not found  the morning his training was for not. we came a upon a space xenos standing in the storm we bathed them in holy promethium .  we tried  to charged to and  take them out the snow was fierce and traction was scarce .

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1. The storm still rages on . No one was lost . The screaming of  rats were heard.  The path was treacherous .The Xenos was alerted to our  presence the horde of Xenos rats tried to swarm us but our blades turned them to sunder. 

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1. The storm had  opened. We found a path and slid across the tundra. Xenos riders and men be hind them. Screams came over the Vox and Sargent bob of cloth was dragged off along with the rest of his charges .

the riders of the hidden wind the gaunt faces of men and the large  Paravian birds. we took out the riders and some of the gaunt men. the gaunt men hold their ground.

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1. Our sad cousins bound in armor fighting us. why do we still fight. for the long night is over. yet still we  must dance on the wind.  Burt  sang  to him self. the path had  clouded .the songs returned along with the packs . Burt doesn't remember much after the cut across the back and his fuel lines ignited.

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1. Brother Geo notes that the large Xenos was enraged that their  Paravian birds were cut down from the sky. The big bulk of the man while  enraged spouting heretical words for even i could hear. He lashed out at our riders. ferocity foamed at the mouth in odd laughter and joy. crushing most of hidden wind riders to scatter.

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6 The last hour before the dawn. the sky dancers pursed the skin of the beast of a man while our cousins tried to stop our escape.  We forced them off, our location was secured and our landing was clean.

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Xenos rats = Nurglings

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gaunt men= Plaguebearers of Nurgle

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Paravian birds= Plague Drones of Nurgle

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The big bulk of the man= grate unclean one