Bryggan, you got my foot off to the wrong side to start this day.
So I'm going to smoke bowls and tell you my Strat story to help you maybe understand why your interesting tactic in whine-threatening is off-base... For story telling purposes I'll re-assume the role of Fuji.
It is a dark night in the hills of the North
An old man slowly paces up to a fire as a host of the 13k rests from a war waged with the HordeThe 13k armed men begin to shift, unaware the man was even approaching"Halt!" shouts the archer, Kitsu... Arrow knocked towards the old mans head.
-The old man chuckle-gurgles and a red froth billows from the corner of his mouth... There's blood all over him patched in different hues of red on his ragged clothes with a Golden 'X' like symbol dragging from his hip-"I see the burning hate I've had for Hospitallers in you."
The old man continues to stagger forward towards the fire.
"Similar to what others experience with Kesh and now Daruvian and Sanderson."
-The old man sniffs at the air, as if this dry arid night had suddenly shifted... now standing next to the fire... His golden-red symbol now glowing in the fire with the face of demon screaming in rage protruding its tongue in a forked split--He points to Bryggan despite no introduction-"I remember you, perhaps... You no longer remember me."
the old man begins to sit... Blood seeping from his clothing.With an almost puzzled look on his face the old man explains... "I am Fuji, or at least that's what I am told to be known as... I know these lands for many ages. Lives of another... Unfamiliar and blood-soaked."
"I have weathered the last stand Strategus ERA's (3) where no bonds of factional politics stood long enough to stagger the opposing foes... I have marched with an Empire fit to conquer the map only to defend it's core values and see a schism wide enough to drown out the powers of a clan (4). I have sat... Lusting for war... Blood... Death. On my own... On others... Only to have our faction pushed back and quit... Returning to their homes or joining other causes(5)"
With each sentence the old man begins to seem less withered... Less bent... Now standing and almost shouting as blood tremors from his clothing."And you dare reproach my agenda because I do what my GOD
KHORNE DEMANDS!"
-He exhales as blood streams from his eyes, mouth and ears-"I've come here because your words to me privately will be left unspoken. I've made no declarations and the notion that one mans presence changes your poise is unsettling."
He stares Bryggan in the eye."I offer you gold for your blood."
-smearing the blood across his face-
"If threats are your only offer; I will bring you war."
He turns. Looking back."Blood for the Blood God."