Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30059998-20180809174050

Volprecht unsheathed his combat knife from his right greave and twirled it a couple times as he lost himself in his troubled thoughts. The predicament he found himself in was difficult. Not only did he have to work with a psyker, but he also had to be stealthy. Two mission parameters that went against everything he was taught as a Black Templar. Ever since he was recruited from a feral world centuries ago, he had been taught that psykers were an abomination to humanity. When he was taken in by an Initiate, the first lesson he received was that stealth was the way of cowards who are afraid to show their zeal for the Emperor.

However, his opinion of stealth had changed when he was interred to Killteam Ogedai and was sent to his first extraction mission. It had nearly been compromised when he and a fellow Templar had been too zealous in dispatching of a rebel leader's personal guard. They were reprimanded by Captain Ogedai, but the White Scar had been understanding of their background and had asked them to reconsider their future decisions before executing them. He did not yell nor did he humiliate them, but his kind voice belied the underlying threat of punishment for disobedience.

Stealth was a difficult concept for the Templars, but Ogedai was willing to teach them between missions. With a patience that seemed infinite, both Volprecht and his brother Templar soon became comfortable in stealth combat. Because of the time Ogedai spent teaching them, Volprecht respected the White Scar.

He prayed softly to the Emperor for guidance and strength for he was as lost right now as he was when Ogedai died in his arms. He did not know how to interact with a Librarian, for every atom in his body wanted to kill the stain. It was only the order of his new Killteam captain that was stopping him from doing anything rash. He hoped that he could control his hatred towards his ally in the battlefields.