HOLY DECREE #388
YEAR OF OUR LORD, 348
HEAR the GLORIOUS WORD of our MESSIAH
By HIS Decree
LET it be known that, in HIS MERCY, OUR LORD has permitted a truce between HIS Congregation of the Pure and the Sirdovian Soviet Federation.
NO longer shall the children of OUR MESSIAH kill each other while the foul demons run rampant through HIS HOLY LAND.
THE RED MESSIAH hereby decrees that HIS HOLY LAND shall be cleansed of this demonic filth.
TO this end, the SECOND GOLDEN CRUSADE OF OUR LORD is to be assembled immediately.
TO this end, all men of HIS CONGREGATION blessed with an able body shall be conscripted into the noblest of service, to defend the HOLY LAND OF OUR LORD.
BY the undying WILL OF OUR MESSIAH, the demons shall feel the wrath of HIS RIGHTEOUS SERVANTS. With fire in their hearts and blessed steel in their hands, HIS GOLDEN CRUSADE shall cleanse this world of the taint.
THESE demons shall tremble and fall against the might of the CONGREGATION OF THE PURE!
LET it be so!
For the Glory of the RED MESSIAH, SAVIOUR OF MEN, LORD OF LORDS MOST HIGH.
CONGREGATION OF THE PURE
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120,000 crusaders have been assembled, and are moving towards the Eldar-occupied territory of the Congregation, armed with lever-action rifles, cannon and blade. A small honour guard of the greatest thousand champions of the Congregation remain behind in Red Throne to protect the Red Messiah.
The Sirdovian Soviet Federation has put out a "People's Decree on the Defense of the Nation", a decree introducing conscription, and suspending hostilities with the Congregation. A force of 80,000 men, mostly militia, have moved to the border of the Eldar territory.
Meanwhile, in the mountains ruled by Goblin King Big Boss Pointy Stik, word has spread about a great enemy that is "just spoilin' fer a big fight!".
Big Boss Pointy Stik has made an enthusiastic announcement regarding the possible war with the Eldar:
"Right, you lot 'ave heard about this lot that call themselfs the Elder. You lot 'ave also heard that they've been 'avin' a right proper fight wiv all the others in theese here lands. Word is, ivvenchilly, they's gonna come over 'ere, an' try to beat us!
Well, I says, let them try! If they want a fight, let them come ta us! We'll fight them in our own land, an' show them just who the best fightas are! We's alreddy got all tha best fightas, an' all tha sneekyest tricks ready for 'em! I's even werkin' wiv the Boom Boys, an' we're gonna make us tha biggest 'splosion that these fancy Elders 'ave ever seen!
Come on you lot, it's time ta get ready fer a right proper fight!"
A wave of celebrations has erupted throughout the vast cave network of the Goblins. So loud were the celebrations that they caused at least one cave-in, killing hundreds. The Goblins seem to have taken it in stride, though, and seem to have thoroughly enjoyed the calamity, even in wartime.
Big Boss Pointy Stik has drawn his borders on a map that was stolen from a Braddian patrol:
(OOC: I'm back too, I've just been super busy starting uni and moving house.)