Nagenhof, Ostmark

The mess was one of the many new wooden barracks that had been built to house the soldiers sent to Ostmark. They could be erected so quickly as the Germans had supplied power tools, cheap nails and other building material and it showed.
They were low-slung, the walls developed gaps all the while because they were made from green timber and drafts would make things uncomfortable till someone would caulk the gaps again. The floor was compacted loam, the furniture tried to rip fabric and skin as it was not sanded well and sometimes still bled sap. The walls were unadorned and unsanded boards and the bar was just a few more boards on top of some sawhorses.
Light was provided by a couple of LED`s and more than a few oil lamps and candles which did not illuminate the room too well, probably a blessing given its nature.

The Paladins had not complained as it was a very temporary accommodation for them when they arrived and they were certainly not complaining now. Either they had more interesting things on their minds or they were too far gone to do so. This was the "we survived it" party as there was always a "we survived it" party after such missions.
The adrenaline, the sheer enthusiasm at living through a battle such as this and the guilt for being alive when others were not demanded an outlet.
Joakim had missed the one after the assault on the Citadel of Lead he had been in hospital, but this one made up for it.

It was for Paladins and some very very close friends and that was a good thing. This kind of party was very intense and it alcohol consumption would have impressed Dawi Longbeards. As the participants had to deal with near-overwhelming emotions allowing outsiders to attend would have been a very bad idea indeed.

Currently the Paladins were standing up, whooping and otherwise encouraging one of them to empty the huge stein gripped by elegant hands. It seemed too much fluid to the slender body into which its contents were poured, but neither the drinking nor the cheering stopped before the last drops had vanished. Ulrika`s skin had been the colour of fine ivory when she had started, now it had the deeply rosy tone she might have had when she was still human. Very few traces of blood ran down her lips and when her tongue caught them in a suggestive manner she revealed teeth that would have looked more natural in a Jaguar than a human face.

That the Paladin`s erupted in catcalls which indicated that they appreciated what they saw in the same way they would in a human woman lifted her spirits to an even higher plane. She was accepted by the Paladins, not just as a dangerous tool but as a member of the most elite infantry the Reiksbund had. The twin thrills of acceptance and a great lot of potent blood ran through her veins in a next unbearable way of joy.

Her high found an outlet in a cry that mixed human and predator in ways that excited her comrades even more and it took a while till party resumed its normal pace. Ulrika had been a bit surprised and very happy when she had been presented with stein and now that she had gone through the blood of nearly everybody present she felt a bond with her comrades as solid as any iron chain.

She made the rounds through the various groups and partook in the banter with jokes that made for more cheers. Ulrika was feeling really great when she bumped into Valten`s broad back.

"Ups, sorry boss."
"Nothing..nothing happened Ulrika"
Ulrika saw the tipsy officer and her nostril widened slightly. She had suspected before, but now she knew that he had not been one of those who gave a bit of blood into the bowl.
Valten must have seen that, she already knew he was far more perceptive than most humans.
"It would have been dangerous Ulrika, sorry about that."
"Uh, don`t worry Si..Valten. I got no hold over anybody that way, far too mixed."
"I know that Ulrika and that was not my worry. It would have been dangerous to you."
Ulrika spent the rest of the party musing about that.

Zharr-Naggrund

The greenhouse was the template from which many others were now built. Iron frames were riveted into huge structures, not-too-even glass sealed inside them covering acre-sized roofs. Rows upon rows of straw-like pallets were watered and covered with treated nightsoil so that fruits and vegetables might grow without acquiring lethal doses of heavy metals.

Human and Goblin slaves worked ceaselessly under gas lights to extract every little bit of food that might be grown that way.
One of the rows that lay next to a glass wall was untended at present while the slaves tending the neighbouring rows did their level best not to be seen looking at the worker who was paying for a slip.
The worker in question had been a Kislevite, once. She had been a beauty, once and even now traces of that beauty had remained. She had been clothed with some rags, once, but these were strewn on the floor while she was held between two of the pillars that held up the roof.
She had let her hoe slip in the worst of places and moments. The worst of places as the hoe`s handle had fallen into glass pane and smashed it and the worst of moments as the human who was the driving force behind the glass houses had been there to witness it.

Manfred Hartig looked at the scrawny body before him. Not bad, but with a bath, two or three weeks of decent food and a manicure the slave before him could be a real looker. She would last longer that way too and good slaves were hard to come by these days.
It would also mean that he would have to find another outlet for his frustrations. Frustrations that were caused by working for Jasla, never the easiest boss to have, by trying to do too many things at the same time, by being looked upon as a useful two-headed horse by the Chaos Dwarfs.

They would all be bearable of not for the regular attacks of panic and anxiety that arose whenever he thought about the stupid DawiZharr who had attacked Imperials and Germans. What kind of retribution would the most powerful players on the Warhammer World extract and what would they do to prevent the DawiZharr from becoming serious competition?
No, the wench before him would not last long, but as long as she did he would not have to think about such things. And maybe he could restrain himself enough that he could use her a couple more times.
He held out a hand and Yerena immediately put a pair of crocodile clamps with colour-coded wires into his palm. Her mind was party gone from what he had done to her after she took his eye but she really knew what was needed to make an impression.

It was dark outside the glass house and the lights prevented anybody inside from seeing much of the surroundings. The drone was small and black, even when not taken by far more dramatic things inside neither the slaves nor their masters would have missed it.
The video it took caused the soldier who controlled it, a Skavenblight veteran, to lose his dinner in spectacular fashion.
Ernst Hermann skipped the worst bits but would report that there was at least one German in ZarrNaggrund and it was very unlikely that he was forced to work for the Chaos Dwarfs.

Altdorf, Imperial Palace

The palace gained more modern features with every passing year, yet it was still a child of pre-modern times. Ceilings of great height, hand-crafted doors and other features, far more ornaments than any German architect would use, they all told a story of a seat of government unlike anything in modern Germany.
The meeting room was small and seemed more crowded because of the many mementos and trophies stuffed into them. Well-stuffed armchairs had been arranged in front of a roaring fire, drinks were in the hands of all present and ruddy faces bore witness to a good meal and several shots that had followed it.

It was the Emperor`s study, the place where he ostensibly rested and treated honoured guests. It was certainly not the place for high-level negotiations, for finalising treaties or reaching compromises.
Too many indigents were missing: The aides, the many folders containing important information, the high-tech presentation gear, the cameras and microphones, the stenographers keeping point meticulously and many other things that served to signal status and score points. It also lacked any eavesdroppers, the potential for a leak towards the press was very low and it was easier to change the mind or say something that might be regarded as stupid or impolite without losing too much face.
Therefore this was the place where the negotiations were held, the treaties finalised and the compromises reached. The procedures in those big rooms with the high-tech gear and the many cameras and microphones were to present the results of such back-room deals in a fashion acceptable to the public.

There were only six men in the room, but they represented a power that was unequalled anywhere else in this world. The two groups presented a striking contrast to each other, even when the two different styles of clothing were absent.
The Emperor Karl Franz and Reiksmarschall Hellborg were accomplished fighters in a world where that meant wearing heavy armour and weapons that maimed their opponents inside equally strong protection. They were heavyset with enormous shoulders and arms, their faces wore several scars and the confidence of somebody who had stood face-to-face before terrible enemies and had smashed them to pieces.
Freiherr von Kluck fell between the groups as he had never walked the path of the soldier, instead studying languages and foreign cultures for half his adult life. He was the closest thing the Empire had to a foreign secretary and while his face, manners and clothing displayed his Imperial ancestry his soft hands and unmarked face placed him much closer to the three others.

Thomas de Maiziere, Markus Söder and Christian Lindner had never been closer to the enemy than a hundred kilometres or so, had never entertained the idea to dispatch their foes in hand-to-hand combat and thought the idea highly ridiculous. Given the forces they commanded they were also far more dangerous to anybody who threatened them and theirs.
While all six knew each other for a while now they still struggled to understand their counterparts.

"So what is the latest from this fracas in the Ostmark Markus?"
"The last we had from the front is that the fighting is over but for the shouting for now. We have captured the Chaos Dwarf railhead and took some more prisoners. We do not know of any other forces they have close to our area of operations. While they could hide an army or two in the World`s Edge Mountains they would be hard-pressed to supply them."

"How do you know, we did not detect them in the first place."
"Now that we know what to look for we found the tunnel through the Dark Lands that is used for the railroad. The stumpies had stationary steam engines which need an exhaust and we found them now that we started to look for them. Presently we are pretty confident that this is the only line they have and if there are other tunnels they could use for another railroad we can spot them while they build it. Given how inhospitable the Dark Lands are I do not think they could make their way in anything like armoured trains aboveground and we could take care of that easily. For now the incursion into the World`s Edge Mountains is stopped and we can guide the Greenskins into the valley`s we just took."

"So far so good, but what do we want to do now? What can we do now?" Karl-Franz might not have seen a plane for the first 40 years of his life and lacked the training that only a technological society will bring but he was far from stupid.
"First question is do we want to do more-the Red River Valley is technically not a part of the Empire so we cannot claim the Chaos Dwarfs invaded the Reiksbund. Our armed forces clashed with theirs outside of our area of operations."
Thomas de Maiziere did not just look like a pedantic teacher, he sometimes acted like one.

"We did not attack-we were attacked, both us and the Greenskins. Do you think it would be a good idea to send the message that it is ok to attack our troops when they are not violating your borders or do you just ask for revenge when Germans are killed?"
"Nobody says so Kurt, yet remember that we annihilated their troops pretty much. Still I agree that we have to do something more and we have to agree what. We can hardly send the Navy as there is only one Chaos Dwaven harbour. Sending the army would be very hard-they are far far away and building suitable supply lines through the Dark Lands will be a long and costly undertaking that would take resources away from more important tasks. Still there are ways how we may contain this enemy and make him pay for attacking Reiksbund troops."

"So you want to bomb the Stumpies till they throw the towel or what?"
"Basically yes Kurt, but there are a couple more wrinkles there which we have to take into account."
"Which are?"
"There are a couple of bit of intelligence that are fresh from our recognizance team in ZharrNaggrund and…"
"You have a team in ZharrNaggrund? Sigmar, you command some brave soldiers. Why did you not tell before?"
"Because anybody who knows about them is one too many. We had to learn that there are Germans working for the Chaos Dwarfs. We suspected as much before as the weapons used by the enemy made that very likely. We have to learn who they are and how they are connected to Germany."

"Not again. Is this the second or the third time this happened?"
"Second one as far as we know. Pretty unavoidable I am afraid, we need to make sure that our potential enemies learn that these Germans are poisoned fruits. Will be rather difficult I am afraid. Well, the second point our intelligence specialists make clear is that practically all targets we might attack will be full of slaves and we will end killing more of them than of the enemy if we destroy them. For a good part of the German electorate this will not be acceptable."
"You can`t make an omelette…"

"We are not breaking eggs Karl-Franz. Sometimes this is unavoidable, just as when you had the ruins of your prison bombarded. But you would have balked at wholesale bombardment of city districts I take it?"
"These were my citizens, but yes."
"Well we do have a plan which promises to bring the Chaos Dwarfs to the negotiating table and we believe to have found a way to contain the enemy for a long time."
"How so?"
"Well, we have further intelligence by another source which hints why the Chaos Dwarfs have attacked at all. We are just trying to confirm it, and if that plays out we should have a hold on them they can hardly shake."
"Do tell…"

250 kilometres north of Nanjiang, Cathay

Chi spotted the small copse of trees first, her eyes were the most open of the four. While First Citizen Li Hong had shown them to cope with hardship it would be far better to eat their rice without the cold rain dropping on them. All of them had pustules wherever skin was to be seen, two of their number had eyes the colour of boilt eggs and all had various respiratory problems. A German doctor would have placed all four in a bed and his prognosis for any of them would be bad.
In spite of that the four had averaged 14 Li during the last week, obviously a small group of Myo women on their way to work for their betters during the season. While no employer in his right mind would hire them they had been taught the art of hiding their gifts and challenges when needed so they could share the art and the way to all had quite a bit to go and so they settled down in a spot less wet than the others and pulled the leaf-covered food from their pouches. Inside were balls of something that had been rice a couple of days before, had a couple of colours food should really not have and some parts of it were prone to moving.

Chi was about to take a bite when her group was attacked by monsters. Clad from head to toe in some greenish stuff they wore masks that covered the face completely and had her facing dark glass where eyes should be. All of them carried strange weapons that looked a bit like crossbows but with gave off fire and bangs. The others in her group died hard, they had taken the way well. They were hit several times but never stopped moving towards their assailants till something took out their heads or their torsos were mostly missing.
She was hit twice and stumbled for long enough that the attackers could close with her. She was savagely beaten, bound hand and foot and placed inside a sack which barely gave her the air she needed to breathe.

Ivil Bloodcrest accompanied their catch all the way to the cave his Night Watch had secured for the last days. Besides the supplies of his people it held a lot of gear that looked a lot of what the Wild Geese`s medics used and a few guests.
One of them was completely featureless inside the silver suit that supposedly protected him from the many plagues born by Nurgle`s spawn. When the needle went for a vein he heard a muffled "You have something I need" from the helmet and a scream from the woman held by straps to the gurney.

Altdorf

The Army of Light had been busy.
While the attention of the common public had shifted to newer events, the stream of promising applicants only dwindled, but never ceased.
Older orders had approached them and offered their support, sharing their wisdom and connections.
Although this help had been welcome at first, it soon became apparent that many of the orders just wanted to make sure that the Army of Light knew its place.
They had invested centuries building up their powerbase, honoring the unwritten rules in the old game of power.
Internal disputes, schisms, compromises and more than a fair share of assassinations had taken its toll on the older orders until they finally found their rightful places within the Empire.
And now, a new order emerged from nowhere.
Founded on the direct command of Valten, blessed with imperial approval from the beginning, led by the unswerving hand of Luthor Huss, taking for it the claim to be the imperial spearhead against chaos.
With the imperial decree allowing it to recruit anybody seen as beneficial for the goals of the order, it both became way less assailable for the other orders and more threatening.
Luthor Huss knew that it had to be the future they had to be prepared for and not the past or present.
Every day he asked himself if it was the right decision to accept Torben Treumark into the order.

Not because Treumark had done something wrong, quite the contrary…
Treumark had contributed his entire fortune to the order, inspiring the others with his unorthodox ideas.
While the order counted only a few hundreds core members, it worked on organizational structures capable of supporting many thousands.
Not even a single year old, it already began to build connections to trading houses and guilds, starting from Treumark's connections of his mercantile past.

Each move had only the best in mind for the order, but the signals send to the older orders were not so positive.
The order was growing too fast, it was too prepared for the grand future its members already envisioned for it.
Seeing that it was impossible to slow down its development without causing unwanted attention, Huss decided to prepare for the days to come.
Certain groups already had approached him, also being capable to see the writings on the wall…

Altdorf

What once had begun as simple prank in front of the temporary headquarters of the Army of Light, was now inherent part of the weekly mass the order held in Altdorf.
The normal part of the mass had already ended, but everyone waited silently while two ministrants carried a special chest to the altar.
It was a wooden chest once used to hold treasures.
It was painted in three colors and was sealed by three locked padlocks.

After the ministrants had finished their duty, a priest participating in the mass stepped in front of the assembled crowd.
He raised up a white lacquered key, holding it between both hands as if holding the holy grail itself.
"White. Symbolizing our soul, free from sin and chaos, protected by Sigmar."
While the crowd repeated his words, he removed the white padlock and stepped back to give way for the next speaker.

It was a burly man, clad in worn-out armor.
He stepped in front of the crowd, raised up a red lacquered key, holding it like he wanted to salute with a sword.
"Red. Symbolizing the blood we shed in our fight against sin and chaos, following in the path of Sigmar."
While the crowd repeated his words, he removed the red padlock and stepped back to give way for the next speaker.

It was a middle-aged woman, wearing the simple clothes of a seamstress.
She stepped in front of the crowd.
When she tried to speak, no sound left her mouth.
Somewhat panicked she looked to the side where the other participants of this rite were standing.
Instead of the feared anger because of her destroying the harmony of the rite, she only found friendly smiles and small nods, encouraging her to try again.
Her look returned to the crowd, and here also, she only found sympathizing smiles.
Everyone knew that the three participants were always randomly selected from the mass participants.
"G-Gray. Symbolizing the tools we create to craft the things we lack. By the grace of Sigmar, for the glory of Sigmar."

When the woman wanted to step back with the removed third padlock, a heavy hand was put on her shoulder.
It was grandmaster Huss, taking over the last part of the rite.
"You did great, it is no easy feat to speak in front of large crowds."
What followed was a minute of silence, while the grandmaster sorted many sheets of paper he found in the chest.
Then he stepped to the lectern, holding a bunch of the found papers.

"Today there were forty-seven contributions to the suggestion box.
Twenty-one contain blessings for the order and its activities.
Nine were marked as private and will be discussed within the council.
Three were disqualified.
I will now read the suggestions of our brothers and sisters, written in the belief that the small sparks of simple ideas may be transformed into the burning heat of concepts and changes, forging a better future for our order, the empire and everything that stands against chaos.

Suggestion #1:
'People learn how to read and write.
But it takes time to learn.
Old people learn only slowly.
Make picture books with your messages and share them.
The people will see and understand.
- Started to learn writing: 1 year.'"

Luthor raised the paper above his head and together with the crowd recited the collective answer.
"May this idea be blessed with goodwill and potential.
May its writer be blessed with our gratitude for sharing his or her wisdom.
For a better future."

"Suggestion #2…"

Kislev

About one week before, a messenger from the Empire had arrived with important plans he wanted to introduce to Tzarina Katarin.
He had known what people to approach to make sure his intent would reach the Tzarina as soon as possible.
And he did it without even trying to hide his capabilities and knowledge of how to circumvent the normal procedures in Kislev.

At first, Katarin wanted to teach this arrogant messenger a lesson, refusing to even take a look on the plans after such an insolence.
She had sent out men to investigate the backers of this messenger and to teach him a lesson that Kislevites didn't like to be treated like this.
After collecting the requested information about the messenger, Katarin decided to at least take a look at the plans.

The first page of paper contained a rough sketch of Kislev and the neighboring countries.
Red lines followed the Lynsk river, branching off to reach Kislev in the South, Fort Straghov in the North, crossing the High Pass in the East and even reaching deep into Troll Country.
But the words 'Troll Country' had been crossed out and replaced by 'Greater Northern Oblast'.
The map had been signed with the words 'It can be yours.'

After skipping trough the papers, something very rare happened:
Tzarina Katarin had to smile.
In part she was honoring the daring messenger, as he had reached his goal to gain her attention.
Katarin herself made sure that not a single hair of Torben Treumark would be hurt while residing in Kislev.
Because that would only help her enemies in the long run.
Right now, she was preparing herself for the audience she had granted the messenger.

She had been witness to compelling speeches of burning passion, capable of moving the hearts of the masses.
She also had seen how atrocities executed by the enemy could awake a fiery drive for revenge in her warriors.

These plans spoke a different language.
They lacked any passion or emotion.
Simple and direct words, tables containing nothing more than the naked information.
Everything written by an old mechanical typewriter.
The writers surely had access to German-made electronic typewriters or computers.
Still using old-fashioned typewriters sent another message.
Typewriters were unforgiving, a single mistake would spoil the entire page or required retyping all content.
And yet, not a single mistake could be found on any of the pages – be it grammar, spelling, punctuation or wording.

Especially the lack of passion or any even slight mistake in wording made any of her generals she had shown the plans to go pale.
Because this simple words and numbers formed a seemingly easy plan to achieve something even generations before them had failed to achieve.
These plans spoke of war.
But not like any war Kislev had seen in the past.
They spoke of war in the German sense.

Simple cold numbers listed the requirements for resources, materials, money and men.
Timetables summarized operations requiring thousands of workers or soldiers in single lines.
Long lists spoke of many potential problems, offering alternatives or reactions to them.
Even worst-case scenarios were included, again with suggested reactions and fall-back solutions.

The estimated costs and casualty rates were enough to bleed dry lesser kingdoms.
But when compensated with estimated kill ratios on the enemy side, and commercial, security or social realities in the aftermath, these seemingly insurmountable obstacles turned into necessary sacrifices.

The plans clearly spoke of themselves as only early drafts.
It was estimated that costs and casualties would surely increase until the major operations would even begin.
But its promises were nearly impossible to ignore.

There was still much to plan, to organize, to negotiate and to allocate.
But after having studied the plans, what had first seen as impossible obstacles now were inevitable necessities for Kislev to gain its deserved place in this ever-changing world.
In time, Kislev would go to war.

The looming threats behind the Lynsk river would be exterminated, Troll Country would become part of Kislev as it should be.
Katarin was clever enough to know that many unforeseeable dangers and problems would await them in the North.
Chaos would surely demand a price as high as possible for any kilometer they would conquer.
But it was doable.

Even if the plans of this Army of Light had greatly impressed Katarin, it still was a question if she would cooperate with them.
Germany until now had offered friendship and trade, help to protect Kislev from the forces of chaos.
But she was realistic, the defense part was surely done to intercept the enemy forces before they could reach Germany itself.
The Army of Light should be a new military order of the Empire with the goal to fight back chaos.
However, if her information was right, they would demand more than a simple 'Thank You' after accomplishing their mission.

For now, Katarin was content with meeting this Treumark person and see if his person was as captivating as the plans he and his order had put together.

Neustadt, Naggroth

Anja was running down the corridor, barely clothed in a flimsy undergarment. Her legs were burning, she was breathing heavily and her heart was beating so loud she could hear it. Her chaser was close behind and when he would catch her he would do terrible things to her. This was getting harder every time she tried to run as Torsten Breitkop was getting more fit by the day.
Even when she made the next turn she knew she had made a mistake as this hallway was a dead end. She went through the last door that led to a room holding tools and other arcane supplies needed by the German engineer and some blankets in one cover.
When the German came through the door he was breathing heavily, yet while open his mouth managed to form a leering smile and his eyes held a hunger that needed to be sated right here and now. The bulge in his panties hinted at what kind of hunger that was and at his much improved health and stamina.

She had a bit of the gift and had used it as much as she dared during the last months to heal the damage the Engineer had done to his body. When the Germans hands ripped the flimsy garment off her she had a brief flash of satisfaction how well she had fulfilled the task set to her by Urglith Jerres who had inserted her into Breitkopf`s household last Christmas.
Not only was the engineer much more healthy from the improved food and the games she introduced him to, his flagging spirits had been raised as well. Speaking of "raised" there were parts of Breitkopf that did so as well and by now he had regained a vigour where the "terrible things" were actually in the interesting stage…

From the letters, mails, interviews and phone-calls for the TV-show "Can we go back home to Earth someday - what is your opinion about Warhammer?"

Therese, 32, Sales Assistant

Hello!

While I would greatly appreciate to never again fear Bandits, Beastmen and Chaos forces in the way we have to now and a return to Earth would see to that, I am sure we would trade in a lot of problems

It has taken us years to get our industry running mostly smooth again and we took, by necessity, great strides toward economic autarky. While Friedrich List would applaud this "back to the roots" for building up industry branches (again), he would also advice to reach out with trade again, something we do with gusto. But you do not have to be an economist to see that our economy has become incompatible with the settings on Earth, since we adapted to the situation here. Returning to Earth would mean changing again under very heavy competition.

And it is not just that. After being lobbied by the old AfD-part of the "Freisinnigen" and the "Kaiserlichen" parties, we threw out, with some well-founded justification, many Earth standards and returned to pre-globalisation standards. Many smaller pistols now chamber 7.92 mm calibre again, not to speak of the sometimes unusual calibers we developed for dealing with the threats of Warhammer.
Many ISO and EN norms have been rescinded, pre-existing or new DIN norms replace them. For example computer storage is now counted in the traditional long scale as few private computers have "terabyte" hard drives any longer.
And surprisingly enough we took some Empire standards as well. The Empire might be a conglomerate of principalities on the verge of becoming a full nation state, but some norms have been established over the long existence of the Empire. For exaple the DIN sizes and the Imperial standard book sizes merged quite nicely.
It does not stop here. Nearly half of the materials the firm I work in now uses have few or no Earth equivalents. Skadi fruit trees can grow here in Germany and some other Warhammer fruits and herbals, but not all.

A friend of mine is a computer expert and and part of the development team for "Windows D". In the last data package from Earth was the source code for "Windows 10" as they call it on Earth. Tobias is mainly in the testing group, so he does not know all coders for Windows D, but he told me that beside downward compatibility and the name, Windows D 1.1 and 10 have few commonalities. And he wants to meet the main coding team one day. According to Tobias, Windows D is leaner, needs fewer and lower system requirements and still is faster and more stable than it´s competitor. While that is not overly surprising, since our limited computer R&D capabilities mean we need an OS that can be run longer and more stable, my friend thinks Windows D makes a great job.
But beside technical things, Windows D 1.0 and 1.1 run on over 89% of our desktop computers and laptops already and new programs we develop for it do not run on Win 10, as we found out.

We now use Jade sorcerers in agriculture, Members of the Gold Order or a Technikus are nothing totally exotic in industrial research anymore. The other magical Orders, Mahou adepts from Nanseitoshi or some special independent magic experts have their own important roles in German and Imperial society.
Earth and Warhammer develop along different settings and with each year more distinct. Not only in mundane things, but in outlook as well. The dangers of Earth and Warhammer are different, sometimes vastly so, something which shapes your look on life and how to live it.
So despite the dangers and the wish to see Earth again, I think it would be better to stay, if the possibility of return would arrive. We are becoming a part of this world, step by step, we should count with this fact. For our children, these here will be home, not a planet they only know from conversation, movies and pictures.

Hermann, 69, pensioneer

Getting back to Earth-in a second I would. We do not belong to this world, not for real. Look what has become of us in just six years. A nation of mostly peaceful trader, the modern counterpart of Venice transforms into the World`s bloody policeman, having wars left right and center. And we are cheering the army on dammit.
We have money for war, we have money for a space program, we have money to build up the Empire, we have money for everything, we just do not have money for our own. Do you know what inflation does with my pension? It is a crying shame it is.
Yes, I would take Germany back to Earth if I could, so fast you could not even blink.