emperor form

 Child Emperor : *from a distance* You’re stupid!

 Saitama : BET YOU WONT SAY IT TO MY FACE!

 Child Emperor : *up close* You’re stupid!

 Saitama : BET YOU WONT SAY IT IN SNAPCHAT!

 Child Emperor : *in snapchat* You’re stupid!

 Saitama : BET YOU WONT SAY IT IN CLASS!

 Child Emperor : *slips Saitama a note that says ‘you’re stupid!’*

 Saitama : …

 Saitama : aight.

4 am thoughts about emperors

-Do you think that Dragons (Particularly Plague and Lightning dragons, those with desires to learn more/with the savagery in them to actually create these creatures on purpose) in their curiosity to see if what happens with Imperials affects other breeds of dragons buried their dead closely together and observed their grave sites?

-Elementally or Shade tainted imperials buried alongside their brethren by curious or otherwise uneducated clanmates causing the entire creature to reanimate in a different way, Shade consumed emperors dripping black from every maw and whispering in languages long forgotten, Fire consumed beasts with crags in their faces and backs spouting flame, bone and offal as they destroy the places they once called home, Ice coated manes and teeth in frostbitten faces and the mere presence of this frozen giant is enough to make even the Emberglow Hearth frigid.

-Emperors made of dragons that haven’t entirely lost themselves, crying out to their gods or family to be saved from the thing that has become of them, these Emperors somehow finding a way to live among their clans peacefully once more…perhaps until their minds finally start to slip. 

-great leviathans made up of water imperials told to sailors as cautionary tales, superstitions about having an imperial on board the ship running rampant and in many cases, leading to the more devout crew members sacrificing their crewmates to the rough seas.

-Great tempests formed by warring Emperors made up of mostly lightning, wind and water dragons creating storms even in typically clear skies or arid climates, Screaming and roaring masked by thunderclaps and the dark shapes shifting through the sky illuminated by the lightning are far too clear to be any cloud.

-Clans of emperors lurking in hidden places, Taking in their own kind and disappearing into places of legend, fabled areas of Sornieth filled with the mournful sounds of those who cannot find rest.

-Emperors consumed by Gembond frozen in time and glittering in numerous different colors, the stony affliction the saving grace of small clans near where the beast formed, until grave robbers begin chipping away at the statue made of “precious stone.” 

-Emperors made of different breeds thanks to the meddling of supernatural forces, Pearlcatcher emperors with one large pearl that houses every memory of every dragon attached, Mirror emperors covered in scars and bite wounds where the heads disagree, Tundra emperors with perhaps the greatest sense of smell, but the lowest quality of life, without friends and family they’re left to themselves. Fae emperors that are… really no threat at all because holy shit that thing is goofy looking.

-Emperors so large that they can do nothing but sleep, they have no energy to move, the world growing and changing around them, consumed by earth and branches and buried beneath. Some swear they can hear the trees creaking and moaning at night… Others report that attempts to dig in certain territory returns red earth with the stench of putrid flesh and clumps of scales… but these are old Matriarch tales, they can’t possibly be true.

-Circuses and sideshows hawking “Real live Emperor!” in gaudy lettering on massive posters only to reveal a conjoined imperial covered in paint… Nobody can cage an emperor, not one as large as the ones the poster displays, but they have your money now, and far be it from anyone to demand a refund from the carnies.

-A guardian’s charge being the horrific creature soaring through the sky over their clan, or perhaps just one portion of it. So begins the quest to seek it out… and so begins their attempt to keep something that should never have existed upon the mortal coil safe.

-Emperors formed solely of hatchlings, small but tragic in their mere existence, some kept as oddities, most destroyed upon their discovery by terrified clan members.

-Roving clans of emperor hunters, trained from birth to deal with and dispatch the creatures before they grow too large, never mating or stopping their nomadic roaming, sworn to their patron god or goddess for life and taking on no imperial members for good measure.

The Ecclesiarchy of the Holy God-Emperor

*the Ecclesiarchy of the Holy God-Emperor was founded shortly after the end of the Abbadonian heresy by the Primarch of the Word Bearers, Lorgar Aurelian, who remains Ecclesiarch Eternia.

*The worlds dedicated to the worship of the Emperor are known as Shrine Worlds, and one of the first of these Shrine Worlds were the planets of Monarchia and Colchis, Lorgar’s homeworld.

*Their teachings are found in the Book of Lorgar, which was written by Lorgar shortly before the Heresy began. It teaches that in order to resist the temptations of Chaos, one must give of themselves fully to service and charity for their fellow man. Whether this service involves giving sermons in a cathedral, bringing the word of the Imperium to undiscovered worlds or purging the enemies of mankind depends on one’s own interpretation of the Book.

*Nearly every planet has at least one Church upon it; however if the population of a planet is large enough, there may be more than one. The only exceptions to a lack of a church or even a shrine would be worlds where the terrain, flora and/or fauna is extremely dangerous, such as the Death World of Catachan.

*during the Age of Apostasy, the Daughters of the Emperor were formed by the false prophet Goge Vandire. After his death at the hands of Alicia Dominicia and the passing of the Decree Passive, the Daughters were reformed by the new Ecclesiarch, Sebastian Thor, into a force capable of defending the Shrine worlds from anyone who could become the next Goge Vandire: the Adepta Sororitas, aka the Sisters of Battle.

*the Sisters are often a force multiplier onto themselves, seeing as how their faith can affect the warp and chaotic influence. As such, they serve as both the Ecclesiarchy’s force, as well as serving as the Chamber Militant for the Ordo Hereticus, as well as their Sub-Ordos.

*the Sisters themselves are often strong of will and faith and only the most faithful can join their ranks. A Canoness is the equivalent of an Imperial Guard General, or Space Marine Captain, and often have decades of experience before reaching their position.

*each of the Primarchs has an ecclesiarchal holy day, the most famous of which is Sanguinala. There are also other holidays for martyrs, living saints and various other important events in imperial history.

*Living Saints are those most faithful beings that can tap into the warp and take a “safe” amount of energy (safe being a relative term) and gain power that is almost equivalent to a Daemon Prince (which is a REALLY large amount of power). Unlike Daemon Princes, however, are still mortal and can be killed (with a few exceptions)

*Abhumans are, for the most part, avoided by the common imperial citizen due to their often strange appearances. However, the Book of Lorgar states that all who fight and are faithful to the Emperor deserve the same charity and kindness own would give to a normal human

*the Ecclesiarchy is NOT the state religion, despite having a seat in the Sentorum Imperialis. In fact, many of the older regiments of the Imperial Guard, older Imperialis Militia groups, most Space Marine chapters and the entirety of the Emperor’s own Grand Legion see him as a good man, a great man even but not a god.

I think that’s mostly everything I wanted to get down. Let me know what you think about this! Give me some critiques and things I could change about this.
Is anyone surprised that Mark Zuckerberg doesn’t feel responsible? One of the luxuries of power in Silicon Valley is the luxury to deny that your power exists. It wasn’t you, it was the algorithm. Facebook may have swallowed traditional media (on purpose), massively destabilized journalism (by accident), and facilitated the spread of misinformation on a colossal scale in the run-up to an election that was won by Donald Trump (ha! whoops). But that wasn’t Facebook’s fault! It was the user base, or else it was the platform, or else it was the nature of sharing in our increasingly connected world. It was whatever impersonal phrase will absolve Zuckerberg’s bland, drowsy appetite from blame for unsettling the things it consumes. In this way, the god-emperors of our smartphones form an instructive contrast with our president-elect: They are anti-charismatic. Unlike Trump, the agents of disruption would rather not be seen as disruptors. In the sharing economy, nothing gets distributed like guilt.

This is the Cross of Burgundy (Spanish: Cruz de Borgoña, Cruz de San Andrés, las aspas de Borgoña), used by Spain 1506-1701 as a naval ensign, and up to 1843 as the land battle flag, and still appears on regimental colours, badges and shoulder patches. It was the principal flag that flew over Spain and its colonial empire in the New World until 1785, when a new flag was adopted. It was also the flag of the Seventeen Provinces of the Netherlands in the 15th and 16th centuries, which had been part of Burgundy.

There were many versions of this flag, but in its most simple form consisted of a red saltire (diagonal cross) on a field of white. Actually, the design was supposed to represent two crossed branches, the extension on either side representing bases of limbs which have been cut off, and a few Cross of Burgundy flags actually do show limbs. Variants of the Burgundy cross flag—principally versions with smooth-edged saltires—became widely used by the Spanish military on both land and sea.

After Castile and Aragon were united to form Spain, Emperor Charles V’s (King Charles I of Spain) royal banner was the country’s only flag. By 1520, Spain had adopted the Cross of Burgundy as the new national flag. The saltire design was a symbol of Philip I, Duke of Burgundy and father of Charles I, who became Spain’s king in 1516. From that point on different armies within his empire used the flag with the Cross of Burgundy over different fields.

The Seventeen Provinces arose from the Burgundian Netherlands (1384 - 1482), a number of fiefs held by the House of Valois-Burgundy and inherited by the Habsburg dynasty in 1482, from 1556 held by Habsburg Spain. The Seventeen Provinces formed the core of the Habsburg Netherlands which passed to the Spanish Habsburgs upon the abdication of Emperor Charles V in 1556. When part of the Netherlands separated to form the autonomous Dutch Republic in 1581, the remainder of the area stayed under Spanish rule until the War of the Spanish Succession.

The emblem has been called in Spain “cross or saltire of Burgundy”, although the term “cross/saltire of St. Andrew” has also been used by those who have argued that St. Andrew is the patron saint of the Spanish Infantry. The patron saint of the Spanish Infantry, however, is not St. Andrew but Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception. The flag was first used, not by regular infantry, but by the equivalent of the present Spanish Foreign Legion, the “Tercio de Nueva España,” volunteer expeditionary troops, including infantry and cavalry, in Europe, Africa and the New World. The Burgundy Cross is nevertheless related to St. Andrew, not through the patronage of a Spanish branch of the armed forces, but through its Burgundian origin – St. Andrew being the patron saint of the Duchy of Burgundy.

The Cross of Burgundy has appeared throughout its history, and continues to appear at present, on numerous flags and coats of arms of bodies having no connection to each other—in various colours and in combination with other symbols. Users mostly have some direct or indirect relation to the historical Burgundy.

This is why I wear this Cross of Burgundy shoulder patch on my fencing jacket; because it was historically the flag of Spain, the HRE and the Lowlands as well as the symbol of the Tercios deployed in Europe, considered the best infantry at the time. I think this makes more sense than wearing a contemporary Spanish flag.

Wikipedia sources (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

A quick summary of some Elder Scrolls lore, by Reezda

This post comes from a packet of lore I made for a Elder-Scrolls-themed D&D campaign I am running. It is just a brief summary of some important lore points focused on the campaign, but Mira and I feel it’s educational enough to post here.

The world of the Elder Scrolls is known as Nirn (also called Mundus). The main continent of importance in Nirn is called Tamriel. Tamriel itself is divided into several provinces: High Rock, Skyrim, Morrowind, Black Marsh, Elsweyr, Valenwood, Summerset Isles, Hammerfell, and Cyrodiil. In addition to Tamriel, there are a few other continents, such as Atmora, Yokuda, Akavir, Pyandonea, and Aldmeris, but they are all inaccessible, for a variety of reasons.

The races of Tamriel are divided into three groups: Men, Mer (elves), and Betmer (beastfolk: Argonians and Khajiit, to name the most popular two). Throughout history, men and mer have been fighting each other, creating deep-seated racial tensions between them. All races of elves come from a race called the Aldmer (old folk). The Aldmer come from the continent of Aldmeris, believed to be to the south of Tamriel. From Aldmeris, the Aldmer are believed to have settled in the Summerset Isles, an archipelago to the west of Tamriel. From there they established a flowering society steeped in magic, worshiping the Aedra: the gods from whom the mer believe they descend (versus the Daedra, whom the mer believe share no connection to Nirn… typically regarded as “demon lords,” though that’s not precisely accurate, since some of them are not particularly melovolent).

However the society of the Aldmer grew fractious. Several groups of mer left the Summerset Isles and headed into mainland Tamriel. Among these groups were the Ayleids. The Ayleids headed into central Tamriel – what would now be called Cyrodiil – and established a civilization of city-states, with the White-Gold Tower and its surrounding city (what would later become the Imperial City) as its center.

While the mer were establishing themselves in Tamriel, men from the continent of Atmora to the north of Tamriel began to flee their homeland as it began to freeze over. The Atmorans began settling in the northern part of Tamriel – what is now Skyrim – where they eventually came into conflict with Falmer (snow elves) – the mer who had settled in that region.

As human tribes established themselves south of Skyrim, they encountered the Ayleids. The Ayleids enslaved some of the people, forcing them to build their new civilization. In the year 242 of the first era, the human slaves revolted, led by a woman named Alessia – later regarded as a saint, who received prophetic visions from the Aedra, supporting her revolt.

During the Alessian Slave Revolt, the Ayleids were severely weakened. The power structure of Cyrodiil shifted, and a new empire rose, led by the human fomer-slaves – the Imperials, though some Ayleids still held power over some regions in Cyrodiil.

However, centuries after the Revolt, the teachings of an Imga (the Imga were a betmer race of ape-men) named Marukh started a religious order within the Alessian Empire: the Alessian Order. This order vilified mer and established a monotheism to replace the polytheistic pantheon of Aedra that was commonly worshiped in the Empire. As the power and influence of the Alessian Order grew, the Ayleids began a long exodus out of what remained of their cities, fleeing to all corners of Tamriel, seeking sanctuary with other races of mer.

Eventually the power of the Alessian Order grew so much that the highest ranking member of the Order: the Arch-Prelate had power that rivaled the Emperor himself. All other forms of worship were outlawed in the Empire. By this point, racism against elves – the Ayleids especially – was at an all-time high. Ayleids were no longer in the province. Their cities fell to ruins.

Viking Graffiti in the Hagia Sophia

Two runic inscriptions are found in the Byzantine church of Hagia Sophia. They are believed to be carved by Vikings in Constantinople (modern-day Istanbul) during the 9th century AD, long before the Varangian Guard – an elite Viking unit of the Byzantine Army – was first formed under Emperor Basil II in 988 AD. Who were the Vikings leaving evidence of their visit?

In 1964, the first runic inscription was discovered on a parapet on the top floor of the southern gallery. Only parts of the first name Halfdan is legible as -alftan. “NN carved these runes” was very common in Viking Age runic inscriptions, and it is possible that the inscription in Hagia Sophia followed this template.

In 1975, a second inscription was discovered in a niche in the western part of the same gallery as the first. Experts on runes have interpreted the inscription as Árni, i.e. Arne, as a simple signature or tag.

After the five good emperors

Romans in the Decadence of the Empire, Thomas Couture            

With the death of Marcus Aurelius in AD 180, rule of the empire passed to his 20 year old son Lucius Aurelius Commodus. Much like the reign of Gaius Caesar (Caligula) a century and a half earlier, the accession of Commodus was initially met with general approval. Continuing the parallel, initial acceptance was eventually met with dismay and hostility as the young emperor engaged in various forms of debauchery and ego-maniacal behavior.

The concept of imperial decline beginning with the reign of Commodus is largely adapted from Edward Gibbon’s rather arbitrary work, “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire” and may have been a bit premature considering that the western empire endured for another three centuries.  However, Gibbon’s assessment is astute in pointing out several elements that clearly identify a change from previous eras.

The accession of Commodus as the son of Marcus Aurelius marked the re-establishment of dynasty that was originally developed under the Julio-Claudians. Never again would Rome benefit from rulers who had the foresight to understand the stability provided by selective succession and rather allowed personal and dynastic ambitions to play its role in the empire’s eventual collapse. Over the course of the next 50 years following Commodus, the empire would have no less than 26 different rulers and usurpers, in comparison to 18 confirmed Princeps over the empire’s first 2 centuries.

My friend who’s never watched Kamen Rider comments on Final Forms from Kuuga Ultimate Form to Drive Type Tridoron

His comments on Main Riders from Kuuga to Drive

His comments on Secondary Riders from G3 to Mach

Kuuga Ultimate Form: Holy SHIT oh man. He looks like he’s come back from like fucking death or something and he like beat the shit out of the devil and he’s back now in real life and he’s here to fuck you. He’s so nice I love this one.

Agito Shining Form: The pose he’s making looks like he’s in a high school play of Romeo and Juliet, trying to awkwardly wave his hands around a lot. Are his eyes gushers. 

Ryuki Survive: This guy looks like he’s in college and he’s trying to be all badass and shit and be all stand-offish because he’s watched movies all his life and girls always like the bad boys so he can’t show his true natural soft side.  Like he writes poetry and small novels.

Faiz Blaster Form: Are those things on his shoulders tiny guns. "Hey boss I think we’re done with the design for the final form this season.“ "Oh yeah, bring it here.” “Do you like it sir?” “Get the fuck out of my office, McGillyCrackenstand. There’s no FUCKING. TINY. GUNS." That’s boss Snappyerbob and he really likes tiny guns. 

Blade King Form: This dude be showing up at the club like this with his bling to attract them ladies and it works. I also like how his name is Blade King and he can use his own head or shoulders as a blade to fucking stab people with. 

Armed Hibiki: The friend of a weaboo who’s always trying cheering him on while at the same time always wishing he would just drop dead because he thinks he’s picking up all the "nerd chicks” and leaving him with none. 

Kabuto Hyper Form: “halo my name is richard von kraggelstein and i am a famoose bug collectar from germane and i raely like callipieters and booterflies would u like to see my coleectsion of dead insexts i keep several in mein pocket” (that’s how he talks now). 

Den-O Liner Form: This is the kind of guy you’d see as a 45 year old dad. Your kid would come up to you and beg you get this guy for his 6th birthday party, so you save up for a year and get him and he show sup drunk off his ass and cursing at the kids because he’s been to so many birthday parties he can’t fucking stand it anymore so he’s going to go out with a bang. He’s a clown.

Kiva Emperor Form: This guy is that kid who was really pretentious in like freshman year because he came to a really rich family and whenever he was made fun of his ego would just bounce back and grow even stronger out of spite so he just start wearing aggressively flamboyant clothes more and more and eventually he shows up in homeroom looking like this with a little underpaid kid playing the trumpet next to him.

Decade Complete Form: I kind of like how his mask is just like a George Forman grill with some like .35 cent neon pink shades over it. are those Yugioh cards again. 

W CycloneJokerXtreme: This asshole from before is back and since no one called him out for wearing two different pairs of socks or whatever he’s seeing just how far he can push it can he’s wearing clashing shirt, pants, and shoes just to piss people like me off. I hate this guy.

OOO PuToTyra Combo: Holy shit he’s purple and he has fucking dinosaurs on him he’s like everything I could ever want in a man. can he even move in an outfit that cluttered. It doesn’t even matter he’s perfect.

Fourze Cosmic States: What the fucking hell. He looks like the Galaga ship mixed with the iceburg that sank the ffucking titanic.

Wizard Infinity Style: Look man, he messed up before okay. He thought his date for the prom would like wizards, but she was actually fucking allergic to them. He gets that. Now it’s his chance to make it right. He spent exactly $5,604,094 making this suit out of solid diamond and molding his coat out pure silver to impress her. He’s a different man now. And he’s ready to win over his love’s heart. (Here’s where a song would go in the movie version).

Gaim Kiwami Arms: I want to imagine he painted that fruit on his armor himself. Like it was just going to be normal armor but he was like “no dude I gotta get festive in this bitch” so he slaved over it for like 2 whole days to make it look pretty. 

Drive Type Tridoron: This dude is always and forever the best one. His fashion sense is impeccable and he just wants to have fun and like drive his shitty car, that’s all he wants. wait are those fucking like heelys. Those tires on his heels. Oh my fuckign god. Thank you tireman. 


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anonymous asked:

" In the early days, when he said it to Obi-Wan, it was probably more subconscious than anything" Okay, but Obi-Wan knowing that when Anakin calls him "My Master" instead of Obi-Wan, he know it doesn't mean shit, but doesnt click about slavery

That’s about the slice of it, yeah.

When Anakin says things like, “I’m deeply sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan hears it for the complete snark it is. But he doesn’t make the connection with Tatooine or slavery. And, in fairness, I don’t think Anakin actually makes the connection either. At least not consciously.

But I think it’s very significant that Anakin calls Obi-Wan “my Master” on Mustafar. Because that’s when he’s lashing out. He thinks the Jedi are evil, and (maybe more importantly) he thinks the Jedi have been controlling him, and want to do so still, and he sees himself as breaking free. (He’s deluding himself, of course, but I’ll come back to that.) And suddenly, Obi-Wan isn’t “Obi-Wan,” or even “Master” - no, now he’s “my Master.”

But you know who else is “my Master” - is always and only “my Master”?

Yeah, it’s Palpatine.

Anakin never calls Palpatine simply “Master.” He always adds the “my.” Every single time. It’s the clearest indication we get, imo, that he’s not deluding himself anymore. That he knows full well that he’s Palpatine’s slave.

By the time we get to the OT, he’s taken it up to 11 and we get the truly amazing, “What is thy bidding, my Master?” Which, if Palpatine had known Anakin Skywalker anything like as well as he thought he did, should have had him really worried.

(Incidentally, there are two ways of interpreting that line, but they both amount to the same thing.

The first way is to say that “thy” is technically the informal version of “your,” and that Anakin is being intentionally snarky by speaking to Palps in the informal you. Personally, I don’t buy this. Yes, it’s true that “thy” is grammatically informal, in the most technical sense. But in the actual practice and use of the word in modern English, it has effectively become the formal pronoun. It’s mostly used in order to sound archaic, a bit stiff, and yes, formal.

So the second way to understand this is: Anakin is being overly formal to the point of sarcasm. No one actually talks this way - not outside of bad pseudo-classical holodramas. But Anakin does, because linguistic resistance is really all he’s got.)

August von Mackensen (1849-1945)

“Germany thinks too much of her big guns and not enough of her cavalry.”

The efforts of the Central Powers were clearly flagging in early 1915.  Germany had fought off several Russian incursions, but could only defend the borders.  The Austro-Hungarians, meanwhile, had been pushed out of Galicia and into the Carpathians, and Krakow was under threat.  Only a few months later, the situation had turned around completely.  Russia had been forced out of Galicia and East Prussia, unable to do anything except retreat, while the German and Austrian armies lunged towards Warsaw.  The man responsible for this outright turnaround was German field marshal August von Mackensen.

Von Mackensen was born in Saxony in 1849, the son of an agricultural functionary.  Mackensen’s father hoped his son would follow in his footsteps.  But it was in the military that Mackensen saw his calling, and in 1869 he joined a Prussian regiment of Hussars, just in time to participate in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870, where he earned a lieutenancy and an Iron Cross for gallantry shown while behind enemy lines.  He resigned his commission after the war and briefly served as a tutor in military history to future emperor Wilhelm II, which formed a close bond between the two men that lasted for life. He rejoined the army in 1873 and was promoted directly to the General Staff.

Mackensen commanded a corps in the fighting of 1914, where he distinguished himself in the battles of Tannenberg and the Masurian Lakes.  In November of that year he received command of the German Ninth Army, newly formed in Poland.  In April his command was transferred to the Eleventh Army, a fresh force composed of both German and Austro-Hungarian units.  It was to be the spearhead of an offensive to drive back the Russians.

In May, Mackensen opened the Gorlice-Tarnow Offensive.  Within 24 hours he had driven back the Russians out of their front line positions and taken 30,000 prisoners.  He displayed a mastery of breakthrough tactics, reconquering all of Galicia by the end of June. The Russian opposition disintegrated, with over a quarter of a million prisoners fallen into the bag, for which the Kaiser promoted him to field marshal.  By now he had received command of three German and Austrian armies, known as Army Group von Mackensen.

The field marshal was silent and morose, averse to discussing his plans with any of his subordinates.  He was one of the few German generals not to have graduated war college, and so some of his peers suspected him of being a “court general”, one who only received his position from his close connection to the Kaiser.  Mackensen did not bother to defend himself with words, his actions spoke loudly enough.  Though he was never tested against the British or the French, he defeated every foe arrayed against him during the war.  His soldiers loved him, and he respected his enemies, even honoring the Serbian defenders of Belgrade after the city fell to his troops.  His first love was always the cavalry, and he was almost always pictured wearing the theatrical all-black uniform of a Death’s Head Hussar, complete with giant busby with a skull-and-crossbones in the center.

In September 1915 Mackensen lead the combined Central Powers attack on Serbia, doing in a matter of months what Austria-Hungary had been unable to do in over a year.  One year later he commanded the veritable blitzkrieg that knocked Romania out of the war only four months after it had joined the Allies.   Mackensen spent the rest of the war in Romania, overseeing the occupation.  When Bucharest fell in December, the Kaiser awarded him the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross.  He was one of only four recipients during the war.

Mackensen retired from the army in 1919.  He avoided the public eye for a few years until 1924, when he started to vigorously campaign with monarchist groups and conservative military organizations.  Though he supported von Hindenburg against Hitler in the election of 1932, he often attended Nazi rallies in full uniform, as the last remaining German field marshal of the First World War.

Despite this, Mackensen remained a firm monarchist his whole life.  He objected to some of Hitler’s actions, and deplored the assassinations committed during the Night of the Long Knives.  When the Kaiser died in 1941, Mackesen  disobeyed orders not to attend the funeral.  The old field marshal himself died four years later, in November 1945, just months after the end of the Second World War.  During his life he had gained renown for speed and surprise with which he conducted operations, and a well-deserved reputation as one of the most impressive German field commanders of the war.