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@@ -274,6 +274,17 @@ for this reason and
 then fear them
 once more.
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+‘All is ground to rot and rust
+within the crushing jaws of
+the metallophagic wyrm. We
+are but the tattered flesh
+caught between its fangs. In
+consumption shall we know
+blessed apotheosis.’
+
+       - Clamavus Aesoch Glauve
+             ‘The Vox Entropic’
+%
 “And so our time in Vogen dragged on, the days blurring into one long continuous battle, the only respite being a few
 moments of fitful sleep snatched when we could. But even here the horror could intrude in the form of nightmares that,
 if anything, seemed more real than the horror which induced them. The battle for the city simply went on and on, an
@@ -538,6 +549,10 @@ destroyed, still provide a refuge for him.”
                       Commissar Erik Stromm
       14ᵗʰ Provisional Regiment, Armageddon
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+Bounty: 100 guild slivers to anyone who brings in a dead I'll-be-a-traitor.
+300 guild-slivers for them as catcher a live one for the Grandsire's sport.
+Speak to Wurm. If you know, you know...
+%
 Bragg nodded without question. His great physical strength was an assignment
 to the Ghosts, and was matched by his geniality and willingness to help.
 He reminded Gaunt of some great blunt weapon, like a club: deadly when
@@ -1436,6 +1451,10 @@ hopelessness and defeat that erode the
 willpower of even the most disciplined
 of warriors.
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+Fear no more the formless terrors of the priests sermons. Suffer no more their
+chartiring lash. With the wyrm-form brand upon your flesh, you will become the
+thing they fear, and you will make them suffer.
+%
 Field Analyst Marquanse supped at the
 foul-tasting brew that had been passed to
 him by the sour-faced Mordian on his
@@ -5619,3 +5638,8 @@ go forth.
 
               - Lectures to the Ordo, Inquisitor Historical Galbus Heer
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+You may slay me this day, though you be but a dull-witted tool of
+the oppressors. Yet know that for each of us that falls, a hundred
+more of the faithful fight on in the name of the Star Children.'
+
+                 - Samyk Phyrdsson, Prophet of the Wrything Myriad