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[X] You are a faithful of Ranald, being in the right place at the right time to unbalance the scales. Try to steal the energies.
I just wanted to say I love this little bit.A shadowchisel right at the point where the spine meets the skull with your full bodyweight behind it does the job
"wahhhhh someone had ulterior motives while doing something that benefited the empire and made it so our PC could live without fear in a safe magic space"Sure they did, but not because they cared about the mage-touched humans past or future, both of them were in the buisness of making weapons to fight chaos with, no more no less. That a few of those magic touched people would live instead of being burned at the stake was irrelevant before the greater goal. The system set in place is one that discriminates and isolates mages and the uses that isolkation to foster loyalty to the Colleges and through them the Empire.
I'd expected "just" having to fight a squad of black orcs in melee while counterspelling the horrible spells of the priest. This is way, way crazier than anything I'd thought to be afraid of.Very cool, though the "mortal steps into the playground of gods, has to defuse divine bomb" situation we're in is indeed about as scary as result as I was expecting from ganking a black orc priest in his temple...
Wow, rude."wahhhhh someone had ulterior motives while doing something that benefited the empire and made it so our PC could live without fear in a safe magic space"
That's... disquieting. OTOH, if small numbers of orcs could often throw around enough ritual energy to blow up mountains, I imagine there would be a lot fewer mountains, so I'm going to hope you're speaking of the distant outlier potential results.
The Teclis/Colleges vote is legitimately sad to me, it feels like Stockholm Syndrome. Teclis did not care about us, even in the abstract, he handed the barbarians a few scraps of lore so they would better be able to gunk up the gears of Chaos with their blood, the Empire which the Colleges serve cares about us even less with most of its inhabitants holding us in open contempt even as it spends the lives of mages in its wars. The way I see if in terms of Mathilde's character the options that actually define a positive interaction are Ranald who came through for us time and again and the Dwarfs who honored her as a skilled craftsman and ally.
Sigmar's domain isn't healing either though, it's smiting people with hammers and comets. Also rulership and courage. If you want healing, best to look to Shallya or Rhya.Ranald was there when Sigmar was absent. His domain is so far away from healing that its a dang miracle that he even showed his presence. He did what Mathilde was looking for in anyone else. Ranald tried.
PanoramiaQuest: "Nooo, my XP!"The only exception is Panoramia, who you press to repeat her earlier magics with the Black Lotus seeds. She's not exactly happy with being sidelined for the battle, but she obeys, and as night falls the first blossom is near harvesting. The sunset makes things trickier for her, but there's enough Ghyran clinging to nearby plants to sustain her and the toxic lily.
:3Several hours before dawn messengers go from bed to bed, and the Expedition has grown familiar enough with you that the young Dwarf chosen to wake you does so by calling your name from a safe distance.
@BoneyMBeing diurnal when bound to a Wind that wasn't meant you very rarely had the luxury of being fully asleep, and while it made for some rough mornings, it also made you very difficult to sneak up on. You dress for war and wordlessly accept a tankard of Ranger ale from the messenger, before checking on your own charges.
The weather is a mixed blessing.In the pre-dawn darkness, tens of thousands of men and dwarves do their best to shift mind-boggling weights across the Eastern Valley. Sullen thunderclouds conceal both moons, the low rumble of distant thunder hopefully concealing the sound of the Expedition's preparations.
Never ever let enemies finish their rituals!Just as before, the sound of chanting reaches your ears before the light of torches is visible, and you retrace your steps to the single-deity temple you found previously. Slightly worrying that whatever ritual they were performing, it was still going on on this side of dawn, but perhaps mountain-dwelling greenskins don't follow the cycle of night and day.
Mathilde: *Fails Learning Check*Six attendants total, all Black Orcs. Concerning, but none are armoured, so if everything went wrong you think you could still take them on if you bottlenecked them in the doorway. One is clearly in charge, both by height, the number of tattoos, and his position in front of the oversized idol. The other five go to and fro, checking on candles you don't want to speculate on the origin of and performing various prayers and gesticulations in front of lesser effigies lining the walls. Waaagh energy fills the air, the alien energy fizzling unpleasantly to your Magesight, like lemon juice in the eye. You don't know if their actions are part of the normal maintenance of a temple to greenskin gods - or god singular, in this case - or if there's a specific goal they're trying to achieve, but either way you intend to stop it.
We're a horror movie happening to the orcs.[First victim: Intrigue, 27+17+10(Shadowcloak)=54 vs 20+10-10(distracted)=20.]
A breath douses a collection of six candles, filling the air with waxy smoke you carefully avoid and filling this portion of the temple with enough darkness for your Shadowcloak to function. It doesn't take long for one of the attendants to notice, and his prayers are intercut with swearing as he bustles over. Black Orcs are tricky, but tricky is what the Grey Order does, and you know the salient points on every species that threatens the Empire. A shadowchisel right at the point where the spine meets the skull with your full bodyweight behind it does the job, and the crunch of the candles being obliterated beneath him is swallowed by the chanting of the others. Substance of Shadow would normally be incapable of something of this size, but before life has fully fled the Orc the spell easily encompasses his entire bulk, freeing you of the task of dragging a Black Orc's bodyweight around. Your hand wrapped around one arm maintains your control of it after he has turned insubstantial, and you pull the now-invisible form into the tunnel and leave it there, invisible to normal senses and uncaring of gravity. At some point in the future someone with a torch or lantern is going to get one hell of a shock, but that's not your problem right now.
The second one to die is the one bitching about the first one slacking off. Horror movie tropes check 2.[Second and third victim: Intrigue, 44+17+10(Shadowcloak)+5(???)=76 vs 70+10-10(distracted)=70.]
One of the other Orc notices the darkness where candlelight should be, as well as the absence where one of his fellow attendants should be, and though he's looking around for what he believes to be a skiving Orc he spots you a fraction of a second before he became incapable of spotting anything ever again. Fortunately, a greatsword through the side of the neck is rather disruptive to attempts to raise the alarm, and once more chanting serves as cover as the Orc's blood drowns his attempts to warn his fellows.
The third one successfully saw the horror, but simply dropped dead as a result.A third follows, and at the edge of the patch of darkness that has claimed two of his fellows, begins to sniff the air suspiciously, no doubt forewarned by the smell of spilled blood. Unfortunately for you, this sense of alarm is likely to be sufficient to shrug off the suggestion of Sleep, but unfortunately for him, Mockery of Death is more of a command than a suggestion. Unless you explicitly interrupted it, the magically-induced appearance of death would last about a week, but for neatness' sake you slit his throat.
Anyone notice the growing ??? bonus?[Fourth and fifth victim: Intrigue, 92+17+10(Shadowcloak)+15(???)=132 vs 40+10=50.]
One missing Orc means you look around for the skiver, two missing Orcs mean that two skivers are keeping each other company. Three means the alarm should be raised. You don't question this insight into greenskin psychology, taking it as a given and going on the offensive before anyone notices those three. Moving in such silence that you almost glide across the floor, you interrupt the prayer of the fourth Orc at a small altar directly behind the Idol. You know a dozen more reliable ways to dispatch the Orc, but with what you can only assume is the thrill of danger filling your muscles with energy, you see no reason not to take his head off his shoulders with a single swing of your greatsword, and a spray of deep red blood stains the Altar Of Bein' Properly Bold And Not Mukkin' About near-black. You skirt the edge of the Temple, your arc taking you on a direct course to the final Propa Lad of Only-Gork, anger accelerating your steps. 'Oo do they fink they are, you think, or at least the thoughts exist within your skull. You've always found greenskins distasteful, and certainly that extended to their strange faith of the Brother-Gods of Brutality and Cunning, but never before have you felt so personally offended by a display of it. The final Propa Lad barely registers as a threat, only as a focal point of Things Bein' Made Right as your blade bites through his skull and into brain matter.
So...we took another decap on the boss of the mountain. A Hero boss at that.[The Death Of The Prophet Of Only Gork: 63]
Warboss would be an accurate title of the final Black Orc, you somehow know as you stand behind him, his prayers uninterrupted. But a more accurate title would be Prophet.
By Ranald, the Orc gods by be so absolutely transcendentally livid at this heresy that they're willing to borrow a HUMAN for this.'Oo do you fink you are?! you... think? No. You're shouting it, tears streaming down your face. Sure, we 'ave a good scrap when there's nuthin' betta ta do, but dat doesn't mean we ain't bruvvas! You're not sure if the words are directed at the Orc before you or at the God his prayers are addressed to. He knows you are here, has done even before you began shouting, but the course he has set upon is one that he dares not interrupt, hoping against hope that he can somehow complete his work before the consequences of his heresy reach him.
We went HULK on the warboss.Something about the energies in the room have changed... no, you realize. The energies are the same. You have changed, and the energies that once burned unpleasantly against your senses flood into you, your muscles bulging as power is stolen away from the Idol Of Only Gork. You lift your sword and bring it down upon the heretical Prophet, and again, and you scream at the top of your lungs as you bludgeon the slumped corpse of the dead Prophet, rage and sorrow flooding through you. Then you turn your attention to the Idol, and you can not only see the energy inside of it, you can see the influence it is attempting to have upon the world.
So, Mathilde knows about Chaos Dwarves now.History unravels before your eyes, and you see... Dwarves? But no Dwarves you have ever known, and they are shaping energies you know more of than you'd like, even as their very essence protests and their bodies calcify. They sought to create a new type of soldier, with the strength and tirelessness of Orcs but the obedience of automatons, and failed to see the deeper plot that acted through them.
When the Black Orcs escaped Mingol Zharr-Naggrund, they joined the wider greenskin ecosystem, but they never fully integrated, and this is the ultimate result. An attempt to tear asunder the strongest deities to ever work in unison. But in enshrining a God of Only Brutality, that machination had inevitably created a counter-force, a God of Only Cunning. And you can somehow feel the intended conduit of that deity on the edge of your perception, you see within Karag Rhyn a half-grown goblin standing motionless in horror as his place in history is usurped, even as one of his boyz takes the opportunity to usurp his Boss and slips a dagger between his ribs. That conduit has been abandoned, as your act of surreptitious murder in this place and time put you directly under the influence of Only Mork.
"wahhhhh someone had ulterior motives while doing something that benefited the empire and made it so our PC could live without fear in a safe magic space"
neither of those are the fault of the college system, or Teclis. Teclis' actions were 100% good for Mathilde, and I don't know why youre blaming him or the colleges he established for the abuses of the church or the uneducated peasants. By Teclis' actions Mathilde and every other wizard gets to live and prove themself to the idiots. Are you saying he shouldn't have done it?Ah yes... without fear.
*glances at witch hunters and Sigmar fanatics who would gladly slit our throats *
And again you are saying that Mathilde should be grateful for the for the discrimination and ostracism because at least she is not dead. We should be loyal for the gift of life they so graciously gave her should we?
No.
Not killing someone for your own ends does not a hero make and should not engender gratitude.
... well, at least Ranald was there.Sigmar's domain isn't healing either though, it's smiting people with hammers and comets. Also rulership and courage. If you want healing, best to look to Shallya or Rhya.
Okay, so first, I was under the impression Stockholm Syndrome refers to hostages siding with captors, or victims siding with abusers, and Teclis was far from an abuser. Could he have been nicer? Sure, just about everyone in Warhammer could have been nicer. But Teclis&co went out of their way to give the barbarians a power-up. If the elves benefited too, win-win!
Second, the Magister vote as I read it isn't about whether Teclis cared, it's about Teclis having the relevant expertise, which I think is undeniable. Some of it might have been lost in transmission at the colleges, but that's still much better than nothing or gambling!
Third, Battle Magic isn't "scraps" by any reasonable interpretation of the term. It may be less than the Elves have, but the Elves have the advantage of getting in centuries of practice.
"wahhhhh someone had ulterior motives while doing something that benefited the empire and made it so our PC could live without fear in a safe magic space"
neither of those are the fault of the college system, or Teclis. Teclis' actions were 100% good for Mathilde, and I don't know why youre blaming him or the colleges he established for the abuses of the church or the uneducated peasants. By Teclis' actions Mathilde and every other wizard gets to live and prove themself to the idiots. Are you saying he shouldn't have done it?
I at minimum expected a Big Waaaagh Magic Ritual of some kind, maybe animating some sort of giant Idol like people suggested, and that us killing the shaman would mean that Waaaagh energy needed to go... somewhere.I'd expected "just" having to fight a squad of black orcs in melee while counterspelling the horrible spells of the priest. This is way, way crazier than anything I'd thought to be afraid of.
It reads to me like the particular issue is that the ritual is attempting to split off aspects of Gork and Mork.That's... disquieting. OTOH, if small numbers of orcs could throw around enough ritual energy to blow up mountains, I imagine there would be a lot fewer mountains, so I'm going to hope you're speaking of the
sorry, but "The Colleges are bad because the church sucks" just seems like a weird thing to take from the warhammer lore to meDude, this is a gross characterisation of what Dragonparadox posted, you should be ashamed.
I think the Black Orcs (as created by the Chaos Dwarves) as a rule only revere Brutality, and hence Gork.It reads to me like the particular issue is that the ritual is attempting to split off aspects of Gork and Mork.
Which is to say the whole orc race is involved to some extent.
neither of those are the fault of the college system, or Teclis. Teclis' actions were 100% good for Mathilde, and I don't know why youre blaming him or the colleges he established for the abuses of the church or the uneducated peasants. By Teclis' actions Mathilde and every other wizard gets to live and prove themself to the idiots. Are you saying he shouldn't have done it?
It reads to me like the particular issue is that the ritual is attempting to split off aspects of Gork and Mork.
Which is to say the whole orc race is involved to some extent.
@BoneyM
Does this mean that Grey Wizards are perpetually sleep deprived like IT professionals and Noir Detectives?
True but is relying on others in arcane matters really the proper attitude Mathilde should have?
You don't have to imagine his reaction shortly after, as everyone is telling of how he walked through the spell the resident Goblin Mage-Priest had tried to defend itself with and then hit it so hard that it left a crater.
It is as this news spreads and the Expedition regathers that you feel the unmistakable feeling of Ulgu sobbing quietly to itself, and you turn to see Kragg the Grim approaching you.
Wasn't the infrastructure necessary for the teaching to work?Teclis did a lot more than he absolutely had to. Despite the elves being in absolutely desperate straits he still gave them multiple valuable magic items (giant powers tones), and he made permanent modifications to the Waystone network around Altdorf to create the mono-Wind environment in each College. He didn't just teach them, he built major permanent magical infrastructure.