The New Jerusalem
"Moscow, our ancient capital, the new Jerusalem, receives her Christ" - he placed a sudden emphasis on the word her - "even as a mother embraces her zealous sons, and through the gathering mists, foreseeing the resplendent glory of her reign, sings in exultation, 'Hosanna! Blessed is he that cometh!'"
-from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
-Revelation 21:2
The great realms of Russia are dead. In the early days, long forgotten now, Kiev Rus and Vladimir ruled Russia as Orthodox Kingdoms. In these glorious days the courage of good men overpowered the wickedness and sin that always lurks in the shadows. As time passed, however, the blood of Rurik became thin and corrupt and what was once done only in secrecy walked in daylight, defiant before our creator.
Judgment fell, as indeed it must when men rebel against heaven and become intoxicated on their own pride. The eastern scourge reduced the great realms to ruins. The yoke of the infidel was hung about the necks of Rurik's children. The mighty had been laid low, made slaves of the eastern devils.
Dark days followed as Satan himself rode across the cursed earth, spreading division and blasphemy in his wake. To the west the pagan Lithuanians stand more powerful than ever, serving the Fallen One openly with their foul rituals. The German Order watches without concern as they count their gold and ignore the crusade vows they have taken.
In the North mighty Novgorod, spared the judgment of God for now, cares little for anything but the vice of greed. While their merchants turn their eyes west they ignore the plight of their Russian brethren. To the east the Golden Horde dominates, serving the false prophet in open defiance of the Crucified One. Their filthy hands grip much of Russia, especially what was once Vladimir.
In the eye of this hurricane of wickedness is the city Moscow. The Grand Duke of Moskva, Ivan I, proved a capable and rebellious man. He invested the talents he was given wisely and they soon began to multiply. The Grand Duchy would grow greatly in wealth and prestige but remained nothing but a slave boy to be ravaged by pederast Mohammedans.
That is, until 1337. It is a small act of defiance, but the greatest since the fighting men of Russia were routed a century before. Ivan has declared that he will no longer pay tribute to the Khan. News travels slowly in a Russian January, but travel it will. The Khans are not known to tolerate such resistance...
So it is that our story begins in the city of Moscow. Within her walls powerful men and women plot to restore Russia's greatness, to build a power that even the eastern devils are dread to oppose.
Outside the walls, the snow continues to fall.
Ivan I, Grand Duke of Moscow.
Independent Moskva, 1337
"Moscow, our ancient capital, the new Jerusalem, receives her Christ" - he placed a sudden emphasis on the word her - "even as a mother embraces her zealous sons, and through the gathering mists, foreseeing the resplendent glory of her reign, sings in exultation, 'Hosanna! Blessed is he that cometh!'"
-from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
-Revelation 21:2
The great realms of Russia are dead. In the early days, long forgotten now, Kiev Rus and Vladimir ruled Russia as Orthodox Kingdoms. In these glorious days the courage of good men overpowered the wickedness and sin that always lurks in the shadows. As time passed, however, the blood of Rurik became thin and corrupt and what was once done only in secrecy walked in daylight, defiant before our creator.
Judgment fell, as indeed it must when men rebel against heaven and become intoxicated on their own pride. The eastern scourge reduced the great realms to ruins. The yoke of the infidel was hung about the necks of Rurik's children. The mighty had been laid low, made slaves of the eastern devils.
Dark days followed as Satan himself rode across the cursed earth, spreading division and blasphemy in his wake. To the west the pagan Lithuanians stand more powerful than ever, serving the Fallen One openly with their foul rituals. The German Order watches without concern as they count their gold and ignore the crusade vows they have taken.
In the North mighty Novgorod, spared the judgment of God for now, cares little for anything but the vice of greed. While their merchants turn their eyes west they ignore the plight of their Russian brethren. To the east the Golden Horde dominates, serving the false prophet in open defiance of the Crucified One. Their filthy hands grip much of Russia, especially what was once Vladimir.
In the eye of this hurricane of wickedness is the city Moscow. The Grand Duke of Moskva, Ivan I, proved a capable and rebellious man. He invested the talents he was given wisely and they soon began to multiply. The Grand Duchy would grow greatly in wealth and prestige but remained nothing but a slave boy to be ravaged by pederast Mohammedans.
That is, until 1337. It is a small act of defiance, but the greatest since the fighting men of Russia were routed a century before. Ivan has declared that he will no longer pay tribute to the Khan. News travels slowly in a Russian January, but travel it will. The Khans are not known to tolerate such resistance...
So it is that our story begins in the city of Moscow. Within her walls powerful men and women plot to restore Russia's greatness, to build a power that even the eastern devils are dread to oppose.
Outside the walls, the snow continues to fall.
Ivan I, Grand Duke of Moscow.
Independent Moskva, 1337
I'm not normally a fan of character-driven stories but I think this one is worth a look.
