It is the close of the 13th Century. The Mongol scum have taken what is rightfully theirs in Turkey and elsewhere in the oldest parts of our map. The day wanders into darkness as we await further news of developments. The Russian nation is still hooked and dreadfully addicted to gunpowder. How sweet it is.
Time tells us that we are two full centuries past the first Crusade, past the Russian migration to Britain, and still only a century past the Russian conquest of France, and already the young and adventurous Republic of former Novgorod is setting its sights on ending Spanish rule of Iberia, or what little that remains, at least.
God has forgiven our cold isolation from our Christian brethren of Catholic flavoring, and God has forgiven our selfishness and disattachment from the holy lands of Jerusalem and Antioch.
Today, we settle in Europa, the West at least, and calmly invest time in peace with our greedy Danish and Italian neighbors, whilst we set sights on dumping the bodies of Spanish royalty into the Mediterranean, leaving their remains to settle in Africa, sending a harsh message to whomever is there to rule. They CANNOT, at all costs, enter RUSSIAN lands! Unless the KOORTS want to see crimson death!
Photographs of this great conquest have been documented [Next post].