I don't know if you guys are sick of the adventurers of the immortal, blind, infirm, phantom-pained, lunatic, tumour-laden, 300-year-old Khagan yet but today was a big moment for him.
Today he had completely united the entire civilized world. Every man, woman, child, and horse swore allegiance to Khagan Tengri Bogu. While some were wary of their immortal liege's longevity (ruled too long is at -3 now, so I think it's -1 every 100 years), none could question his almighty power and earth shattering dominion over all. Of those that resisted.... nothing remained. Not even the ashen floors or broken pillars of their once great nations.
Today his forces stood ready. Today the ultimate challenge came. This time there was no plague sent by the hosts of Angra Maiyu to befoul their enemy. There was no defensive war across endless steppe plains. The fearless riders stood as the speartip of an invasion that would last a thousand years.
Today, his forces stood at the precipice of all creation. No man, woman, or horse slept easily tonight for they lay in the wake of Ahriman incarnate. The greatest enemy. The fiercest foe. The masters of fire and sacrifice and the neverending horde. The final battle in which the stampede of purification would burn forever.
Arise! Arise riders of Tengri! Spears shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered! A sore day! A red day! 'ere the sun rises!
Ride now! Ride now! Ride!!!
Ride for ruin and the world's ending!!!!
DEATH!
DEATH!
DEATH!!!