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Look at me and marvel at... I'll think of it, give me a moment.

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Russian (native speaker)
English and French as a second language
doing my best to learn other European languages
Ethnicity in order of most to least (that I can kind of verify): Baltic Prussian (lite-Lithuanian), German Prussian, Belarusian/Ukrainian (that meaning, Ruthenian), Polish, Russian, Greek, Bulgar, Finn and as recently discovered, Ashkenazi Jew.

Faithful Servant of the Lord YHWH and INRH, and the true Church of true Byzantine Rome.

Let me recite a Holy Hymn for you of the Crusading years of fire, fury, purity, the Holy City of Christ, and of the greatest story ever told:

Now my life has gained its meaning,
since these sinful eyes behold,
the sacred land with meadows greening,
whose renown is often told.
This was granted me from God:
to see the land, the holy sod,
which in human form He trod.
Splendid lands of wealth and power,
I’ve seen many, far and near,
yet of all are you the flower.
What a wonder happened here!
That a maid a child should bear,
Lord of all the angels fair,
was not this a wonder rare?
Here was He baptized, the Holy,
that all people might be pure.
Here He died, betrayed and lowly,
that our bonds should not endure.
Else our fate had been severe.
Hail, O cross, thorns and spear!
Heathens, woe! Your rage is clear.
Out of pity for us,
He suffered here the cruel parting.
Out of pity for us
He, the Almighty, allowed cursing.
For us to escape misery,
it is an immeasurable prodigy,
more than any other prodigy.
Then to hell the Son descended
from the grave in which He lay,
by the Father still attended,
and the Spirit whom none may give a name:
in one are three,
an arrowshaft in unity.
This did Abraham once see.
When He there defeated Satan,
ne’ er has kaiser battled so,
He returned, our ways to straighten.
Then the Jews had fear and woe:
watch and stone were both in vain,
He appeared in life again,
whom their hands had struck and slain.
Thereafter he walked this land,
for forty days: then He ascended,
from whence His Father had him on errand.
His Spirit, may He protect us from the wicked,
He at once sent back down.
Holy is this very town,
its name, is by God known.
To this land, so He has spoken,
shall a fearful judgment come.
Widows’ bonds shall then be broken
and the orphans’ foe be dumb,
and the poor no longer cower
under sad misuse of power.
Woe to sinners in that hour!
All the judgement of an earthly court,
will give no man respite from accusation,
for He will want at once to sort,
for the Last Day annunciation:
whoever leaves a single sin,
unatoned here, how bereft he will stand facing Him,
where he has neither surety nor kin.
Christians, heathen, Jews, contending,
claim it as a legacy.
May God judge with grace unending
through his blessed Trinity.
Strife is heard on every hand:
ours the only just demand,
He will have us rule the land.
Now do not ignore,
what I have recited.
My wish was to briefly explore,
the discourse and to you I have presented,
all the wonder that God has unfurled,
upon man in this world,
they began and ended here in this emerald.

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@Jbcool to be one hundred percent sure i dont blunder anything we are this trusted few assembled?

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'Sergei Dmitrievich, I know we have to also destroy the butchery? I was hoping for a nice dinner under the stars!'

'Mikhail Nikitich, in the story we are to make the communists burn all the buildings down as a thing of the bourgeiousie.'

'Can we at least take calves?'

'No. Konstantin Feodorovich said the refugees from the town must starve, their foodstuffs burned along with their homes.'

'Oh very well. It is a difficult duty we face Sergei.'

'I understand. But such is necessary. Battlegroup Vaghner will be doing similar acts on the communist front.'

'I am aware. Let's get this over, we have to leave before the artillery crossfire begins, the sides will charge at each other. It will be quite humourous when they fall upon the bear-traps we left behind!'

'Very well, let us go. '

With that the two soldiers marched off. They were dressed in communist garb, the red star and every other marker about their person. They wore balaclavas or bandanas with goggles, and dyed what little of their skin was exposed to view to be coloured more akin to typical Mingans and Quin. Their task was a complex one, but they were Khiberian riflemen and prepared for any sort of task. Their collective job here was to set up a false flag attack upon the republicans and communists for either to think that they were betrayed. They had gotten south on the Brass Engines and now they were doing their work. At similar times various villages, military outposts, and ordinary people passing on roads would be assaulted, dozens of silent shots preceding louder volleys, and ideological screams be they communist towards the republicans, or capitalist towards the reds. To finalize the action, a series of rockets - crude things that were little more than fireworks that would probably inflict little to no casualties but effective for their purpose - would be deployed on the closest approximation the Khaganate knew for both parties control of ideology. The missiles would fly to either side, the direction obvious. Combined with reports of various raids and attacks from the soon to be enemies, they had little uncertainty that hostilities would begin. In the new ideological struggle they were fully aware that thousands, maybe millions would die....

....But why should they care?

So they burned the last village in their allotted time frame, and ran north. Just as they stealthily returned back to their side's lines they would hear the first rockets flying side to side, igniting the sparks of a new war....

In the North, the Khagan himself was going to lead, unlike the South-front where he delegated the task to Lord-Militant and Lord-Intellectual. Long had his army been marching, but neither horse nor man tired fed a constant supply of what Lord-Scientific called "Perkozine." Yet another thing conjured up in the mad-labs of Kuorno, it was hastily tested on captured enemy foreigners, who after showing satisfactory results were slowly run across a sawmill's spinning blade over the span of hours.

With him, the Bronzen horde marched to the enemy.


bonus points if you can figure out the 5 people my warlord is based off of
@Ollumhammersong@Jbcool So I was thinking breastplate Mk.8, Reductor/Apothecary helm, and everything else Mk.7.
Another question, how long has our ship been in the warp? Specifically if this was before of after the invention of MK.8 armour but the more specific the better.
@Jbcool@Ollumhammersong so how about a normal apothecary

But seriously @Jbcool would a Primaris Apothecary be coolio?
I prob won't be able to post until tuesday
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