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''On a cold autumn night, under a black sky leeched of starlight and absent the moon, Captain Henry Baltimore clutched his rifle and stared across the dark abyss of the battlefield, and knew in his heart that these were the torture fields of Hell, and damnation awaited mere steps ahead.''<br> | ''On a cold autumn night, under a black sky leeched of starlight and absent the moon, Captain Henry Baltimore clutched his rifle and stared across the dark abyss of the battlefield, and knew in his heart that these were the torture fields of Hell, and damnation awaited mere steps ahead.''<br> | ||
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Captain Lord Henry Baltimore, a grim veteran of the Great War. He now hunts men, both living and dead; never for bounty, always for sport.<br> | '''<span class="stealthexternallink">[http://urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=1542064 <span style="color: #5E7D7E">Captain Lord Henry Baltimore</span>]</span>''', a grim veteran of the Great War. He now hunts men, both living and dead; never for bounty, always for sport.<br> | ||
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Although no quarry is truly safe, the lone soldier will seldom kill more than once. Bounty Hunters and other such dispicable scoundrels may prove to be the exception. | Although no quarry is truly safe, the lone soldier will seldom kill more than once. Bounty Hunters and other such dispicable scoundrels may prove to be the exception. |
Revision as of 15:13, 28 May 2009
On a cold autumn night, under a black sky leeched of starlight and absent the moon, Captain Henry Baltimore clutched his rifle and stared across the dark abyss of the battlefield, and knew in his heart that these were the torture fields of Hell, and damnation awaited mere steps ahead.
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