Khergit Tribe - Ulm'Haraq Chosen
Western Russian Region
"My Khan," the Earth Ungor warrior kneeled before the chief of the Ulm'Haraq Chosen, his armor battered and his skin covered in cuts though he barely seemed aware of it, "We have razed the village per your instructions."
"You have left a few to spread the word?" Khan Nachin looked down from his horse, his armor equally as battered but had just a few less bullet holes and dents.
"Of course. The few which have been spared shall spread the word far and wide. Our name will ring fear in the hearts of every tribe, town and settlement in the west soon enough."
"Good. Our Great Khan shall be pleased with this raid." Khan Nachin turned to his forced, the backdrop of a burning village provided a setting that he had seen many times over, pulling out a crudely built microphone, the aged warrior shouted, "My warriors! We have done well! Grab whatever you can carry and return to the camp! A full lamb to the family of whoever brings the most back!"
The sudden eruption of cheer followed by the pounding of hooves and the grind of tanks made the Khan smile. Turning back to his personal guard he drew his sword and shot it out straight into the sky. Without hesitation, he and his men retreated back to the camp, on their tanks and horses were bags of grain, barrels of water, rolls of fabric, containers of metal and bundles of string. Several tanks and armored cars had fagots of wood strapped to them while a group of horsemen herded a flock of sheep with skillful use of long sticks and lassoes.
Nachin smiled, it seemed that with this and the other recent strings of successful raids he would be able to both pay his tribute dues to Great Khan Attila and have some to spare. Perhaps the Heavens were on his side for this time. And if his wife was to deliver their fifth child without incident, the warlord made mental notes to thanks the local shaman.
Khergit Tribe - Wolves of Winter
Northern Russian Region
Diary of Khalja Ulumbr
Today is a good day!
We have found a suitable place to set up camp up here in these cold, cold wastes. We are putting up our yurts and homes as I write and if the riders are to believe, Yuri's horde will also be up here soon. My only concern is my son, Dei who seems to have caught a cold. My wife has already hung him over a fire to war him up along with some of the other children. He should be better within the hour according to the priest.
It seems that even up here, there are still people, if just barely. Scouts said there was about a dozen poor bastards huddling around a bonfire, the Khan is already working to try and integrate them. The poor people looked frostbitten and constantly on the verge of death. Primatives they look like, all of them living in an old Russian MAZ (I think?) truck. Their stuff was literally spilling over with makeshifts additions to the thing; I think they'll make good engineers if they come join! If the reports are right, I think we'll be getting some new friends soon, always good.
There might not be much here, but with some hard work and a few additional convoys of supplies and we'll be make this place a nice little home if not for long. I feel that some have doubts of the reasons behind the construction of a new Kazak here. They wish to live on the move, a never ending trek into the endless horizon; I admit to being amongst their ranks. However, the Khan has assured us that we are simply here to build the Kazak and someone else will take up the residence.
However my chief concern is not of being nomads or not. We hear great roars on the way here. The priest said that it was simply the Sky Maiden being upset and called for a ritual upon arrival (which was followed to his exact words). Yet, I cannot help but feel that we are not alone in these lands. There is something worse than man that dares dwell up here. Good thing machine guns and tanks kill anything that moves though. I also have a feeling I will be told to take additional guard patrols tonight. Even the Khan is a little unnerved by... whatever that thing was.
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