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Best In Life - Imperial Knight Order Quest [Warhammer Fantasy]

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Sinsystems said:
Hmm I suppose...damn it, sort of invalidates the best parts of Smoke Knights...welp back to the Mammoth!

[X] Plan: A Mammoth Challenge
-[X] You wandered alone as a knight errant, righting wrongs on your own and going on grand adventures. You have travelled the breadth of the Old World, from Kislev to Tilea, and fought a great deal, making many friends - and enemies - in the process. You've even picked up an exotic trinket or two, and a few tricks with a sword.
-[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
-[X] Like most imperial nobility, and as befits the daughter of the Emperor, you learned to ride from horseback. Unlike most imperial nobility, you learned to ride and fight from the back of a monstrous creature, too. For much of your history at war you have ridden from its back, and you will continue to ride and fight from the back of a monster going into the future, maybe even found a tradition in your Order. If you can afford it. (A Mammoth)
-[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
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I like this plan and I want to vote for it... but is it just me or do we seem to be missing one of our background choices in this plan? We only have the Knight Errant one and then this plan goes right to the deed without choosing another background.
 
*Looks at the votes and looks what the tally says. Or more importantly, doesn't.* Oh boy, this is going to be a nightmare to tally.
 
--[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
 
[X] Plan Mysterious Kung Fu Skullcrusher
-[X] Name: Johanna Holswing-Schliestein
-[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
-[X] By luck, you happened upon a small army of elven soldiers hard-pressed by a convergence of beastmen tribes in the wilderness outside Wittgendorf. You were able to relieve their left flank, and in thanks they allowed you to join them on some form of pilgrimage between a number of menhirs. What followed were some of the strangest years of your life, travelling unseen through the Empire and only rarely announcing your presence to local lords, yet slaughtering its enemies at every turn of your Long March. Although the elves swore you to secrecy when they eventually returned home, they did so with smiles.
-[X] You fought a Marquis Blanchet de Gaucourt of Bretonnia - apparently a capable general and warrior - in an honour duel on the fields of Axe Bite Pass, beneath the eyes of two assembled armies. With one stroke you broke the neck of his steed, with the next you shattered his knee, and with the third you split his skull with the pommel of your blade as he lay supine on the ground. To this day, the Bretonnians think you a dishonourable cur, bloody hypocrites. (Duellist Trait, Conflict with Bretonnia)
-[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
--[X] Your twelfth birthday was marked by the arrival of one of the great Treasure Ships of Cathay, making port in Altdorf as part of its long trading journey around the world. Eager to sieze the opportunity, your father convinced, at great expense, one of the Celestial Dragon Monks to enter his service for a time before travelling the Old World. The Grand Theogenist was livid, but despite the monk's hulking stature, tough scales and clawed hands, the Colleges of Magic pronounced him untainted by Chaos, and he was allowed to remain. Although Karlchen was a poor student of foreign arts, the monk, whose name translated to Unfurling Iron Lotus, began to teach you many mysteries, like how to meditate upon a spinning leaf and harmonise the rhythms of your body with the turnings of the world. Then he learned what sort of girl you were, and abandoned those lessons in order to teach you much more important things: the fitness regimes and meditations necessary to make your body like unto a steel edifice, sufficient to shatter a stone block with your naked fist.
-[X] Your brother the Emperor tried to dissuade you from this course of action at first, but you weren't going to be swayed by the one whose workload you were trying to reduce. Now that he's accepted that he can't convince you, however, Karlchen has promised something that will help you and your Order greatly, when you most need it. He won't say what it is, though. Asshole. (Mystery Box Option)
 
[x]Plan: Perks of Being the Emperor's Family

magic kung-fu is tempting, but it's no match for a griffon.

I'd be far more tempted with the Kung-fu option though if it included a griffon, mystery boxes are interesting but it's hard to top cat that's also a bird. Or any other impressive monstrous creature would also be good, but griffon seems like the most obvious when you're the sister of Karl.
 
You can pick up monstrous mounts in play, but it won't be easy and exotic mounts not native to the Empire will be... difficult to acquire.
 
Wait chargen is not done yet? Weeeee!
Rrrright, now what would be cool to play?

Oh, know! You know what every single damn piece of WHFB lacks? Araby! And seeing as they survive being within a thousand kilometers of Tomb Kinds and apparently their colony on Lustria manages to survive, they are interesting. And mystical. And exotic.
And they have curved swords.

@Swordomatic , may I write-in my own order? There is not much info I can find on Dervishers and Eunochs barring their existence.

Barring it being veto'd, I am for now rolling with the unnamed Arabian order of warrior poets from the deserts, who travel around there remembering (and lately recording) tales, resolving disputes via Bedouin rap battles and bashing in undead skulls.

[X] Plan Curved Swords And Wicked Rhymes
-[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
-[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
-[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
-[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
--[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
-[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
 
ctulhuslp said:
Wait chargen is not done yet? Weeeee!
Rrrright, now what would be cool to play?

Oh, know! You know what every single damn piece of WHFB lacks? Araby! And seeing as they survive being within a thousand kilometers of Tomb Kinds and apparently their colony on Lustria manages to survive, they are interesting. And mystical. And exotic.
And they have curved swords.

@Swordomatic , may I write-in my own order? There is not much info I can find on Dervishers and Eunochs barring their existence.

Barring it being veto'd, I am for now rolling with the unnamed Arabian order of warrior poets from the deserts, who travel around there remembering (and lately recording) tales, resolving disputes via Bedouin rap battles and bashing in undead skulls.

[X] Plan Curved Swords And Wicked Rhymes
-[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
-[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
-[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
-[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
--[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
-[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
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Sure, write-in Araby if you wish.
 
I'm gonna close votes in about three to four hours, and then we can get onto the specifics of your order, your retinue, and your first task as appointed by the Emperor of Man, Karlchen-Franziska Holstein-Schliescow of Reikland.
 
Tally ho
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Adhoc vote count started by Asuryan on Mar 22, 2018 at 6:38 AM, finished with 94 posts and 8 votes.
  • [X] Plan Curved Swords And Wicked Rhymes
    -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
    -[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    --[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
    -[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
    [X] Plan Mysterious Kung Fu Skullcrusher
    -[X] Name: Johanna Holswing-Schliestein
    -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] By luck, you happened upon a small army of elven soldiers hard-pressed by a convergence of beastmen tribes in the wilderness outside Wittgendorf. You were able to relieve their left flank, and in thanks they allowed you to join them on some form of pilgrimage between a number of menhirs. What followed were some of the strangest years of your life, travelling unseen through the Empire and only rarely announcing your presence to local lords, yet slaughtering its enemies at every turn of your Long March. Although the elves swore you to secrecy when they eventually returned home, they did so with smiles.
    -[X] You fought a Marquis Blanchet de Gaucourt of Bretonnia - apparently a capable general and warrior - in an honour duel on the fields of Axe Bite Pass, beneath the eyes of two assembled armies. With one stroke you broke the neck of his steed, with the next you shattered his knee, and with the third you split his skull with the pommel of your blade as he lay supine on the ground. To this day, the Bretonnians think you a dishonourable cur, bloody hypocrites. (Duellist Trait, Conflict with Bretonnia)
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    --[X] Your twelfth birthday was marked by the arrival of one of the great Treasure Ships of Cathay, making port in Altdorf as part of its long trading journey around the world. Eager to sieze the opportunity, your father convinced, at great expense, one of the Celestial Dragon Monks to enter his service for a time before travelling the Old World. The Grand Theogenist was livid, but despite the monk's hulking stature, tough scales and clawed hands, the Colleges of Magic pronounced him untainted by Chaos, and he was allowed to remain. Although Karlchen was a poor student of foreign arts, the monk, whose name translated to Unfurling Iron Lotus, began to teach you many mysteries, like how to meditate upon a spinning leaf and harmonise the rhythms of your body with the turnings of the world. Then he learned what sort of girl you were, and abandoned those lessons in order to teach you much more important things: the fitness regimes and meditations necessary to make your body like unto a steel edifice, sufficient to shatter a stone block with your naked fist.
    -[X] Your brother the Emperor tried to dissuade you from this course of action at first, but you weren't going to be swayed by the one whose workload you were trying to reduce. Now that he's accepted that he can't convince you, however, Karlchen has promised something that will help you and your Order greatly, when you most need it. He won't say what it is, though. Asshole. (Mystery Box Option)
    [X] Plan: A Mammoth Challenge
    --[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
    [x]Plan: Perks of Being the Emperor's Family
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Adhoc vote count started by Asuryan on Mar 22, 2018 at 6:39 AM, finished with 94 posts and 8 votes.
  • [X] Plan Curved Swords And Wicked Rhymes
    -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
    -[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    --[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
    -[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
    [X] Plan Mysterious Kung Fu Skullcrusher
    -[X] Name: Johanna Holswing-Schliestein
    -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] By luck, you happened upon a small army of elven soldiers hard-pressed by a convergence of beastmen tribes in the wilderness outside Wittgendorf. You were able to relieve their left flank, and in thanks they allowed you to join them on some form of pilgrimage between a number of menhirs. What followed were some of the strangest years of your life, travelling unseen through the Empire and only rarely announcing your presence to local lords, yet slaughtering its enemies at every turn of your Long March. Although the elves swore you to secrecy when they eventually returned home, they did so with smiles.
    -[X] You fought a Marquis Blanchet de Gaucourt of Bretonnia - apparently a capable general and warrior - in an honour duel on the fields of Axe Bite Pass, beneath the eyes of two assembled armies. With one stroke you broke the neck of his steed, with the next you shattered his knee, and with the third you split his skull with the pommel of your blade as he lay supine on the ground. To this day, the Bretonnians think you a dishonourable cur, bloody hypocrites. (Duellist Trait, Conflict with Bretonnia)
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    --[X] Your twelfth birthday was marked by the arrival of one of the great Treasure Ships of Cathay, making port in Altdorf as part of its long trading journey around the world. Eager to sieze the opportunity, your father convinced, at great expense, one of the Celestial Dragon Monks to enter his service for a time before travelling the Old World. The Grand Theogenist was livid, but despite the monk's hulking stature, tough scales and clawed hands, the Colleges of Magic pronounced him untainted by Chaos, and he was allowed to remain. Although Karlchen was a poor student of foreign arts, the monk, whose name translated to Unfurling Iron Lotus, began to teach you many mysteries, like how to meditate upon a spinning leaf and harmonise the rhythms of your body with the turnings of the world. Then he learned what sort of girl you were, and abandoned those lessons in order to teach you much more important things: the fitness regimes and meditations necessary to make your body like unto a steel edifice, sufficient to shatter a stone block with your naked fist.
    -[X] Your brother the Emperor tried to dissuade you from this course of action at first, but you weren't going to be swayed by the one whose workload you were trying to reduce. Now that he's accepted that he can't convince you, however, Karlchen has promised something that will help you and your Order greatly, when you most need it. He won't say what it is, though. Asshole. (Mystery Box Option)
    [X] Plan: A Mammoth Challenge
    --[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
    [x]Plan: Perks of Being the Emperor's Family
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Oops, I think I did something wrong.
Adhoc vote count started by Asuryan on Mar 22, 2018 at 6:32 AM, finished with 92 posts and 8 votes.
  • [X] Plan Curved Swords And Wicked Rhymes
    -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
    -[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    --[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
    -[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
    [X] Plan Mysterious Kung Fu Skullcrusher
    -[X] Name: Johanna Holswing-Schliestein
    -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] By luck, you happened upon a small army of elven soldiers hard-pressed by a convergence of beastmen tribes in the wilderness outside Wittgendorf. You were able to relieve their left flank, and in thanks they allowed you to join them on some form of pilgrimage between a number of menhirs. What followed were some of the strangest years of your life, travelling unseen through the Empire and only rarely announcing your presence to local lords, yet slaughtering its enemies at every turn of your Long March. Although the elves swore you to secrecy when they eventually returned home, they did so with smiles.
    -[X] You fought a Marquis Blanchet de Gaucourt of Bretonnia - apparently a capable general and warrior - in an honour duel on the fields of Axe Bite Pass, beneath the eyes of two assembled armies. With one stroke you broke the neck of his steed, with the next you shattered his knee, and with the third you split his skull with the pommel of your blade as he lay supine on the ground. To this day, the Bretonnians think you a dishonourable cur, bloody hypocrites. (Duellist Trait, Conflict with Bretonnia)
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    --[X] Your twelfth birthday was marked by the arrival of one of the great Treasure Ships of Cathay, making port in Altdorf as part of its long trading journey around the world. Eager to sieze the opportunity, your father convinced, at great expense, one of the Celestial Dragon Monks to enter his service for a time before travelling the Old World. The Grand Theogenist was livid, but despite the monk's hulking stature, tough scales and clawed hands, the Colleges of Magic pronounced him untainted by Chaos, and he was allowed to remain. Although Karlchen was a poor student of foreign arts, the monk, whose name translated to Unfurling Iron Lotus, began to teach you many mysteries, like how to meditate upon a spinning leaf and harmonise the rhythms of your body with the turnings of the world. Then he learned what sort of girl you were, and abandoned those lessons in order to teach you much more important things: the fitness regimes and meditations necessary to make your body like unto a steel edifice, sufficient to shatter a stone block with your naked fist.
    -[X] Your brother the Emperor tried to dissuade you from this course of action at first, but you weren't going to be swayed by the one whose workload you were trying to reduce. Now that he's accepted that he can't convince you, however, Karlchen has promised something that will help you and your Order greatly, when you most need it. He won't say what it is, though. Asshole. (Mystery Box Option)
    [X] Plan: A Mammoth Challenge
    --[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
    [x]Plan: Perks of Being the Emperor's Family
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Adhoc vote count started by Asuryan on Mar 22, 2018 at 6:33 AM, finished with 92 posts and 8 votes.
  • -[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
    -[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
    [X] Plan Curved Swords And Wicked Rhymes
    -[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
    -[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
    --[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
    -[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
    [X] Plan Mysterious Kung Fu Skullcrusher
    -[X] Name: Johanna Holswing-Schliestein
    -[X] By luck, you happened upon a small army of elven soldiers hard-pressed by a convergence of beastmen tribes in the wilderness outside Wittgendorf. You were able to relieve their left flank, and in thanks they allowed you to join them on some form of pilgrimage between a number of menhirs. What followed were some of the strangest years of your life, travelling unseen through the Empire and only rarely announcing your presence to local lords, yet slaughtering its enemies at every turn of your Long March. Although the elves swore you to secrecy when they eventually returned home, they did so with smiles.
    -[X] You fought a Marquis Blanchet de Gaucourt of Bretonnia - apparently a capable general and warrior - in an honour duel on the fields of Axe Bite Pass, beneath the eyes of two assembled armies. With one stroke you broke the neck of his steed, with the next you shattered his knee, and with the third you split his skull with the pommel of your blade as he lay supine on the ground. To this day, the Bretonnians think you a dishonourable cur, bloody hypocrites. (Duellist Trait, Conflict with Bretonnia)
    --[X] Your twelfth birthday was marked by the arrival of one of the great Treasure Ships of Cathay, making port in Altdorf as part of its long trading journey around the world. Eager to sieze the opportunity, your father convinced, at great expense, one of the Celestial Dragon Monks to enter his service for a time before travelling the Old World. The Grand Theogenist was livid, but despite the monk's hulking stature, tough scales and clawed hands, the Colleges of Magic pronounced him untainted by Chaos, and he was allowed to remain. Although Karlchen was a poor student of foreign arts, the monk, whose name translated to Unfurling Iron Lotus, began to teach you many mysteries, like how to meditate upon a spinning leaf and harmonise the rhythms of your body with the turnings of the world. Then he learned what sort of girl you were, and abandoned those lessons in order to teach you much more important things: the fitness regimes and meditations necessary to make your body like unto a steel edifice, sufficient to shatter a stone block with your naked fist.
    -[X] Your brother the Emperor tried to dissuade you from this course of action at first, but you weren't going to be swayed by the one whose workload you were trying to reduce. Now that he's accepted that he can't convince you, however, Karlchen has promised something that will help you and your Order greatly, when you most need it. He won't say what it is, though. Asshole. (Mystery Box Option)
    [X] Plan: A Mammoth Challenge
    --[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
    [x]Plan: Perks of Being the Emperor's Family
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Adhoc vote count started by Asuryan on Mar 22, 2018 at 6:34 AM
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@Swordomatic you may have said something about this before but what is your stance on the End Times because that seems like something that is going to become extremely relevant given the time frame we're playing in.
 
No7sHere said:
@Swordomatic you may have said something about this before but what is your stance on the End Times because that seems like something that is going to become extremely relevant given the time frame we're playing in.
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I'm gonna pretend it doesn't exist and do my own thing. While I'm not as into Warhammer Fantasy as I am with 40k - if only because I know 40k that much more, and basically have to build back up from scratch for WHF - I do know that End Times is even more of a steaming turd than what Gathering Storm is doing. And boy oh boy do I loathe Gathering Storm.
 
Gathering Storm is fine. Really the only big questionable (and only questionable) thing is Primaris Marines.
 
Swordomatic said:
I'm gonna pretend it doesn't exist and do my own thing. While I'm not as into Warhammer Fantasy as I am with 40k - if only because I know 40k that much more, and basically have to build back up from scratch for WHF - I do know that End Times is even more of a steaming turd than what Gathering Storm is doing. And boy oh boy do I loathe Gathering Storm.
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Good to know! Although I have to ask what interpretation of Bretonnia are you using, because I've seen many different ways of presenting it.
Andres110 said:
Gathering Storm is fine. Really the only big questionable (and only questionable) thing is Primaris Marines.
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On the plus side there was just an announcement that the Sisters of Battle are finally getting plastic models and a new codex.
 
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