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Warrior Priest - Luther Ghetz

🔥 Luther Ghetz – High Torchbearer of the Holy Flame 🔥

He preaches that hatred toward the unmentionable is not a burden, but a duty.

That righteous wrath is a holy weapon. And that only through faith, discipline, and sacrifice can the Empire endure.

27/05/2026

⚒️ The Flame Marches to Drachenfest ⚒️

The roads of the Empire grow long once more.

I Will Don march toward Drachenfest as part of the mighty Red Line — carrying Sigmar’s fire into lands where loyalty is tested, faith is challenged, and weakness hides behind smiling faces.

There will be sermons.
There will be judgement.
There will undoubtedly be accusations of heresy shouted across campfires at unreasonable hours.

And somewhere amongst the chaos, steel, banners, and madness…
Lucielle shall walk once more.

To those marching beside the Red Line:
stand firm, hold the line, and keep your souls sharper than your blades.

To the enemies of the Empire and all suspiciously looking individuals:

⚒️ Behave. ⚒️

— Luther Ghetz, High Torchbearer

21/05/2026

Now the fires dim.
The banners lower.
The bruises bloom black beneath armour and cloth alike.

And Sigmar preserve me… what a glorious mess it all was.

I shouted at heretics.
Condemned Bretonnians.
Threatened Nuln with righteous judgement.
Preached hatred, unity, duty, and Imperial law until my throat felt like sandpaper wrapped around a forge.

And every single one of you answered with energy, roleplay, laughter, madness, intensity, and enough suspicious behaviour to keep a Witch Hunter employed for years.

To the soldiers who stood the line.
To the officers who tried desperately to maintain order.
To the priests, zealots, agitators and lunatics who fed the flame.
And yes… even to the kættere who smiled at me from the front row while I publicly condemned them:

Thank you.

Because beyond all the in-character hatred and threats of Sigmarite justice, this year was genuinely incredible.

You gave Luther life.
You gave the sermons meaning.
You gave the world weight.

And that is the real magic of Krigslive.

The Empire may be divided… but damn if this community isn’t beautiful.

Special Thanks to Ostland Broken Bulls for giving me a space among you.

11/05/2026

See you on wednesday!!

11/02/2026

The light Will Illuminate the darkness at XXI

23/01/2026

🔥⚒️ Friday Revelation ⚒️🔥

Hear this truth before the day fades:

The Unmentionable does not conquer with armies first — it conquers with forgetting.

Forgetting duty.
Forgetting sacrifice.
Forgetting the names of those who stood when standing meant loss.

That is why remembrance is an act of war.

When we speak the names of the fallen, when we carry their memory openly, we deny the darkness its greatest victory. A realm that remembers cannot be hollowed out from within. A people that remembers cannot be turned against itself so easily.

So on this Friday, do not seek comfort.
Seek clarity.

Remember who bled for the Empire.

Remember who held the line.

Remember why your hatred of the Unmentionable is righteous, and why your loyalty must be visible.

🔥⚒️ What is remembered still fights. ⚒️🔥

20/01/2026

Brothers and sisters of the Empire,
Memory is a battlefield.
Steel breaks. Walls fall. Even the mightiest banners rot in the rain. But remembrance — remembrance is a thing the unmentionable fears, for it cannot corrupt what is carried openly and worn with conviction.
There are names that must not be allowed to fade into tavern whispers or footnotes scratched by timid scribes. General Raukov is one such name. A man who stood when standing was costly. A man whose loyalty was not measured in comfort, but in consequence.
To remember him is not an idle act. It is a declaration.
In old days, the faithful carried tokens: badges, cloth, sigils stitched close to the heart. Not for vanity — but so the world would know where they stood without a word spoken. So that even in silence, allegiance was proclaimed.
If you would honor the fallen properly, do so openly.
If you would remind the living what duty looks like, wear it.
If you would say “we remember” — say it in a way that cannot be ignored.
Let the merchants call it cloth if they must.
We know better.
We know it for what it is: remembrance made visible.
— Luther

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14/12/2025

🌿 Sunday Reflection — Altdorf, Heart of the Empire

On this Sunday, let our thoughts turn to Altdorf — not as a city of stone and banners, but as the living heart of the Empire.

Here stand the twin pillars of our realm:
The Throne of the Emperor and the Great Cathedral of Sigmar.
Steel and faith. Law and doctrine. Crown and comet.

In Altdorf, decrees are written that shape distant provinces.
In Altdorf, prayers are spoken that bind the Empire together.
And in Altdorf, power gathers — not quietly, but inevitably.

Know this:
Altdorf does not rule because it is perfect.
It rules because it is where all paths cross.

Elector Counts walk its halls with guarded smiles.
Priests argue doctrine beneath vaulted ceilings.
Soldiers from every province drill in its shadow — Reiklanders, Ostlanders, men and women whose accents betray distant homelands, yet whose oaths are the same.

Some come seeking favour.
Some come seeking truth.
Some come because the Empire has left them no other choice.

So on this Sunday, remember who watches from Altdorf —
and who is watched in return.

For when the heart beats, the whole body must listen.

⚒️ May Sigmar grant wisdom to those who rule, and vigilance to those who serve.

10/12/2025

⚒️ Wednesday mangerie— “Are the Fimir Real… or Just Paranoia?” ⚒️

There are whispers in the marshes again.

Some say it is nothing but swamp-gas and fear — the minds of weary frontier folk twisting shadows into monsters.
Others swear they have seen hulking shapes moving through the mist, with eyes like dying coals and tails dragging furrows in the mud.

The Fimir.
A name spoken quietly, as if the mere word might summon them.

Old soldiers of Wissenland claim they once walked the bogs in the years before Magnus the Pious. Some scholars in Nuln laugh this off, pointing to the lack of recent records, calling them relics of a darker age.

But those who have patrolled the haunted fenlands of the Empire know better:
the Old World forgets nothing… and its horrors rarely die.

Are the Fimir real?
Maybe they vanished.
Maybe they hide.
Maybe they wait.
Or maybe — Sigmar preserve us — they were never gone.

So keep your torches high when riding through the wetlands.
Listen when the mist grows still.
And if you hear heavy breaths sliding just behind you…

…pray it is only your imagination.

⚒️🔥 Hold fast, for paranoia is just another word for survival in the Empire.

07/12/2025

🌤️ Sunday Proclamation — The Quiet Strength of the Empire 🌤️

On this calm Sunday, when hearth-fires burn low and even Ostland’s winds seem to pause for breath, let us look not to war for a moment — but to endurance.

For the Empire is not held together by victories alone.
It is held together by the countless hands that refuse to falter:

The watchman on the wall who keeps his post while others sleep.
The mother in the hamlet who teaches her children Sigmar’s name.
The soldier who sharpens his blade even when no trumpet sounds.
The priest who whispers hope into a world that has earned none.

These are the quiet pillars of our civilization, the unseen stones in Sigmar’s foundation.
Not glorious — but steadfast.
Not triumphant — but unbroken.

And in Ostland, we know this truth deeper than most.
Our towns have burned, our people have scattered, our battles have been lost —
yet still we rise, brush the ash from our coats, and take our place once more at the edge of the world.

So on this Sunday, let us honour those who hold the Empire together not with banners or fanfare, but with stubborn resolve and simple duty.

For the greatest strength is not loud —
it is the strength that stays.

⚒️ Sigmar guard you in the quiet hours.

05/12/2025

🔥⚒️ Friday Revelation ⚒️🔥
On the Unmentionables — and the Righteous Hate That Defends the Empire

Hear this, Empire.
Let it burn in your chest like a brand pressed to flesh:

There is no peace with the Unmentionables.
There is no treaty, no compromise, no coexistence.
Only vigilance… or destruction.

This is today’s Revelation:
Righteous hate is not a burden — it is a shield.
A sacred flame placed in our hearts so we may stand where others would break.

The soft-bellied nobles of the south preach tolerance.
The merchants of Nuln count their coins and whisper of “balance” and “diplomacy.”
But we in the North — Ostlanders, Kislevites, all who stare into that cursed horizon —
we know the truth carved into bone:

If you do not hate the Unmentionable,
you will not survive it.

This is not spite.
This is not cruelty.
This is duty — righteous, holy duty bestowed upon Sigmar’s people.

For hatred, when forged in purpose and tempered by faith, becomes a weapon.
And in an age where the Unmentionable spreads lies, corruption, and madness,
we must wield that weapon without trembling.

Let others call it harsh.
Let them call it fanatical.
Let them call it whatever their soft tongues wish.

We call it what it truly is:

The fire that keeps the darkness from swallowing the world.

🔥⚒️ Stoke the flame. Hate the Unmentionable. Defend the Empire. ⚒️🔥

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