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Dukjla, Serbia

In an inn somewhere in the capital of Serbia, Lord Warhammer woke up from his sleep. "This is it, it is time" he said. He rose from his bed and packed the things he needed to carry for this journey. After packing his thnigs, he put on his black surcoat with a white cross printed in the middle of his coat. "Well....I guess I'm ready to leave now but before that I need to pray". He then unsheathed his sword, knelt, closed his eyes and started to pray.

O God, You called Abraham Your servant out of Ur and kept him safe and sound in all his wanderings. If it is Your will, protect Your servants. Be for us a support when setting out, friendship along the way, a little shade from the sun, a mantle against cold and rain, a crutch on slippery paths, and a haven in shipwreck. Bear us up in fatigue, and defend us under attack. Under Your protection, let us fulfill the purpose for our trip and return safe and sound to our home.

IN nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

After he prayed, he headed downstairs and fetch his horse "Buchepalus" from the inn's stable. "Let's go my friend". he rode Buchepalus and together they hurried to their way to the city port.