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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest

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Exmorri said:
The birth of the Empress's first child, and associated festivities, seems to me like one of those occasions where they might have a Light/Celestial wizard on staff to check to place with one of the No-Fun-Allowed spells that sees through all invisibility, illusion and disguise.
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Then we just pay him off with our romance novels, obviously. ( :V ) is a good face for my tone most of the time, but if I put it into every post it would sort of lose its touch, you know.
 
veekie said:
So Public section would be an asset to whichever of the Undumgi is brave enough to come up for reference materials. Probably not TOO likely unless we've suggested they take advantage of the library.
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It's not a public library and the Undumgi in question would still have to explain Mat why he wants to use her library.
 
picklepikkl said:
There was a QM post about this:

(I assume you meant Kazador with your vote for Kazarik.)

Personally, I am fine with this. Let's not overexpose the hype. I am pretty sure we'll get Kazador on screen when it comes time to test-fire Zharrvengryn.
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Also, trying to socialize with Kazador requires finding him first, and he's probably being Quantum Terror for the various enemies in K8P - they can't know when he'll show up, or what direction, but there's always the possibility of a bunch of enthusiastic Dwarves showing up to enthusiastiaclly ruin their day.
 
[x] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
[x] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
[x] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
[X] The Amber College, to see how your donation of Lustrian eggs is going.
 
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[X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
[X] Prince Gotri, who is enhancing the underground defences of the Karak.
[X] Princess Edda, on a hunt for weavers across the Empire.

[X] Titus Muggins, who's returned to farming with every avenue of attack defended.
[X] Francesco Caravello, proud leader of the Undumgi
[X] Oswald Oswaldson, newly-minted Chief Bombardier of the Undumgi
[X] Soizic, sparring partner and possible 'sparring partner' of your duckling Hubert.

[X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
[X] Anton, to see how his firearm factory is going.

I am pretty undecided, but I definitely want to interact more with people in our new home. If we want to meddle in the Empire, we should have stayed on the Empire.

[X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.

We need to go out and kill a dragon, so we can have both.
 
Harried said:
I'm not sure about Heidi, do we actually have an above board explanation on how we know her that isn't "I met her while she was pretending to be a vampire?"

On the subject of using the deceiver against our guest, is using divine power to claim to be a servant of the horned rat the sort of thing that might draw his attention (and smiting) to us?
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Heidi gave all appearance of taking a shine to us during the first meeting with the Emperor, which isn't even untrue
And she allowed us personal private audience with her in the following week
If she answers any questions of why she's allowing Mathilde to see her and her newborn child with, "well she's a pretty interesting woman don't you think? I'm a bit intrigued with her and I don't mind her company" who would question her?
Mathilde has been making waves after all, Court wizard to a Dwarven king retaking 8 peaks, recently built a tower of screaming hellfire and shadow, has done some kind of classified service to the imperial throne that's given her quite a bit of favor

Really this is the woman who managed to maintain the image of being a vampire for years and install herself as Empress with sheer bluff, giving a convincing reason for why she's interacting with Mathilde should be the easiest thing in the world for her
 
picklepikkl said:
I maintain that this is the universe punishing us for not trusting him to analyze skaven poison.
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[Max plays with poison: 15]
It's shocking. After all the battles, the years spent in a war zone, the time spent in tunnels and gyrocopters looking for trouble; the first of your journeymanlings to die does so to a tiny slip up in the lab. You have a letter to write. Did Maximillian de Gaynesford even have contact with his family? Did you ever ask? You can't remember. The Gold College can handle that end. But you should know, it affects phrasing. You can't do a badly phrased letter for Max of all people! You have a letter to write.

Next turn you will have the opportunity to try and hire one or more new employees of the Court Wizard's Office.
 
[X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.
[X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
[X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
[X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
[X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
[X] Princess Edda, on a hunt for weavers across the Empire.
 
[X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
[X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
[X] Princess Edda, on a hunt for weavers across the Empire.
[X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
[X] The Amber College, to see how your donation of Lustrian eggs is going.

[X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.
 
[X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
[X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
[X] Roswita, as she rides out the chaos of the influx of Battle Wizards.
[X] Check in on the Gong Farmers and the Niter Factory.
[X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
[X] Yes. What better place to burn armies from than the skull of a dragon?
 
[X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
[X] Princess Edda, to pry for details about her illicit romance with Prince Kazrik.
[X] Prince Kazrik, as he tries to convince Nuln to let him make them fabulously rich.
[X] Gunnars, to see if you can pierce his terse nature.

[X] Titus Muggins, who's returned to farming with every avenue of attack defended.
[X] Francesco Caravello, proud leader of the Undumgi
[X] Sir Ruprecht Wulfhart, as the new home of the Winter Wolves takes shape.

[X] Karak Hirn, to satisfy your curiousity about Prince Ulthar.

[X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
[X] The Amber College, to see how your donation of Lustrian eggs is going.
[X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child

[X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
 
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An excerpt from the journals of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight
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    • An excerpt from the journals of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight:

    Oh dear journal, how long has it been since last my pen graced your pages? For too long in that old castle were you my only companion in truth, for I had feared to let any know my condition. Alas, such worries were not idle fancies, and it was the same night that Sir Etoine denounced me that I found myself thrust from bed and home; turned out on the road with naught but arms and armor. Laughingly told to go quest without a horse or squire.

    I pause here to weep. My loyal Beaux, my stallion who bore me through greenskin charge and bright tourney, my companion whom I loved... I still hear in my heart your frantic whinnies as the gates of the keep were shut on my dispair.

    I recover myself- I am sworn to higher purpose, and I WILL NOT let the tears at my loss dissuade me. Oh Lady, protect and preserve me as I journey to you!

    The next few weeks are blurred in my memories- it was as if the sights and sounds of my Homeland had become repugnant and hostile to me. Where before I had looked and seen bright smiles and flashing eyes and snapping pennants, now I saw only scowls and mud and cruelty, for none of the knights I met along the road could bring themselves to treat me as anything more than an outcast. My womanhood, which for so long I had hid and pretended away, became the first thing thrown in my face. So many sleepless nights I had once spent worrying paid forward finally in truth, but here I confess a secret:

    I began to embrace it.

    Well have I learned the lessons of battle, and there is a truth in facing enemies: when distractions and denial run thin, what is left is defiance. Would my home see of me nothing but a woman? Fine then! I would be a woman, and a knight, and I will yet kiss the Grail with my own lips for those such as I have been known before! I will not be bound to a half-life hidden inside myself, or be distained for that condition which I myself found I knew naught of. What lessons has a squire ever had on embroidery or facepaints? I do love the art of the sword, but I find myself looking at the merchants who peddle such frivolus things with more and more curiosity.

    My deeds in this time were both honorable and beneath notice, so I shall only mention them in passing. There was the sneaky bull beast who was haunting vineyards only a week from the start of my journey; the peasants fed me well that night. There was the troupe I joined for a spell, whomst were paid to protect a caravan as it traveled east to the empire. Discovering that my company was naught but a front for bandits and thieves to gain knowledge of the travel plans of their victims was a disappointment, but the blood of their hearts washed mine own clean, and the honest merchant was properly grateful. Wandering through the empire where none gainsaid my knighthood was a balm, and I joined many small efforts against orcs and beastmen as fortune allowed.

    Now though, I write from South of Backfire pass, for an army great and glorious has assembled in a display I though beyond anything I would ever experience; it puts the stories I have heard of the errantry wars to shame. And what a deed we shall do! The reconquest of a dwarf kingdom lost to legend and time, daring to do what has not been done since before the Lady claimed her first knights! There are dwarves a'plenty to be sure, all axes and plate and grim expressions, but
    beyond that it seems all the world has gathered to help. I've seen riders on wolves and demigriffs, archers from the Sylvanian marches, knights of my homeland and dozens upon dozens of other bands, groups, parties and retinues.

    By far the most exotic though, are the wizards. I myself have been given command (!!!!) of a small unit of armoured men who fight as I do, on foot with greatswords, and so I have seen the magic users of the empire only at a distance; my new responsibilites demand much me, but my heart leaps for their presence. Perhaps I am not as good a knights as I should be, for a true knight would thrill only to damsels at the head of their host, but in such foreign company I shall take comfort in even distorted reflections.

    Their leader inspires me, I must quietly confess: a woman, and a landed knight by her own hand- this effortless victory at my own former goals both shames and drives me forward. And this is yet the least of her accolades, for the dwarves murmer about the way she stood o'r her fallen Lord, his own sword taken up as she strove alone against an endless flood of undeath in the very gates of Drakenhof. The archers of Stirland boast of standing in rank with her and the Hunter Count against the vampire called the Singing King, and the way her magic melted his very flesh from his bones. Perhaps I will yet have the chance to speak to her, in the wake of our victory, before my vows drive me onwards.

    In this host I have found happiness for a time, and the respect that Bretonnia denied me. I wish sometimes this march would last forever, but the promise of glory and righting wrongs and ancient treasure suffices to drive such thoughts from my head.

    I go now to patrol, with my company, a length of river along which we march. I am told goblins make the woods on the far bank their home.

    Dear diary, wish me luck.


    AN: I wanted more Soizic, and more undumgi, and more romance, so decided that I'd try my hand at omake rather than just whine about it. :) Hoping to do excerpts from the whole campaign eventually, let me know if the rest of the thread is interested.
     
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  • Apocrypha
    • [x] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [x] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [x] Princess Edda, on a hunt for weavers across the Empire.
    [x] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
    [X] Roswita, as she rides out the chaos of the influx of Battle Wizards.
     
    [X] Roswita, as she rides out the chaos of the influx of Battle Wizards.
    [X] Kasmir, to see if he rejoined the Council of Stirland.
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
     
    Oh, by the way, regarding the update:
    BoneyM said:
    Wolf spend a solid five minutes sniffing the rat puppies and radiating confusion, but finally manages to slot them into his understanding of the world as 'puppies' and from then on there's not a moment's hesitation from him, and you seek to emulate your familiar.
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    picklepikkl said:
    He'll sniff them because they look wrong and that is doing him a concern, and then one of them will nip at his tail and he will be like OH OKAY WISE GUY I UNDERSTAND THIS and it will be puppy play time.
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    CALLED IT

    EDIT: Also, now that I've come off my high of being Grey Wizard smug: I really appreciated how Wolf showed up during the skaven scenes. Every time we don't have time for him in a turn I feel rotten about neglecting our sapient doggy son, and so him having narrative presence, even if the action is focused on something else, does a lot to relieve my inner anxiety that Mathilde has forgotten about him and he's crying in a room by himself because Mom is never around. Having him just be nearby while we're doing things is great.
    noliar said:
    [Max plays with poison: 15]
    It's shocking. After all the battles, the years spent in a war zone, the time spent in tunnels and gyrocopters looking for trouble; the first of your journeymanlings to die does so to a tiny slip up in the lab. You have a letter to write. Did Maximillian de Gaynesford even have contact with his family? Did you ever ask? You can't remember. The Gold College can handle that end. But you should know, it affects phrasing. You can't do a badly phrased letter for Max of all people! You have a letter to write.

    Next turn you will have the opportunity to try and hire one or more new employees of the Court Wizard's Office.
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    I mean, he has Law of Logic, giving him something like +36 to analyze them, +46 if Patient applies, as opposed to a straight encounter roll with no modifiers.

    But your point is taken, and you did a great job emulating BoneyM's voice.
     
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    [X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
    [X] Roswita, as she rides out the chaos of the influx of Battle Wizards.


    [X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.
     
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [X] Check in on the Gong Farmers and the Niter Factory.
    [X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
    [X] Yes. What better place to burn armies from than the skull of a dragon?
     
    Glau said:
    An excerpt from the journals of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight:

    Oh dear journal, how long has it been since last my pen graced your pages? For too long in that old castle were you my only companion in truth, for I afeared to let any know my condition. Alas, such worries were not idle fancies, and it was the same night that Sir Etoine denounced me that I found myself thrust from bed and home, turned out on the road with naught but arms and armor. Laughingly told to go quest without a horse or squire.

    I pause here to weep. My loyal Beaux, my stallion who bore me through greenskin charge and bright tourney, my companion whom I loved! I still hear in my heart your frantic whinnies as the gates of the keep were shut on my dispair.

    I recover myself- I am sworn to higher purpose, and I WILL NOT let the tears at my losses dissuade me. Oh Lady, protect and preserve me as I journey to you!

    The next few weeks are blurred in my memories- it was as if the sights and sounds of my Homeland had become repugnant and hostile to me. Where before I had looked and seen bright smiles and flashing eyes and snapping pennants, now I saw only scowls and mud and cruelty, for none of the knights I met along the road could bring themselves to treat me as anything more than an outcast. My womanhood, which for so long I had hid and pretended away, became the first thing thrown in my face. So many sleepless nights paid forward in truth, but here I confess a secret:

    I began to embrace it.

    Well have I learned the lessons of battle, and there was a truth in facing enemies: when distractions and denial run thin, what is left is defiance. Would my home see of me nothing but a woman? Fine then! I would be a woman, and a knight, and I will yet kiss the Grail with my own lips for such as I have been before! I would not be bound to a half-life hidden inside myself, or be distained for that which I myself knew naught of. What lessons has a squire on embroidery or facepaints? I love the sword, but I found myself looking at the merchants who peddle such things with more and more curiosity.

    My deeds in this time were both honorable and beneath notice, so I shall only mention them in passing. There was the sneaky bull beast who was haunting vineyards only a week from the start of my journey; the peasants fed me well that night. There was the troupe I joined for a spell, paid to protect a caravan as it traveled east to the empire. Discovering that my company was naught but a front for bandits and thieves to gain knowledge of the travel plans of their victims was a disappointment, but the blood of their hearts washed mine clean, and the merchant was properly grateful. Wandering through the empire where non gainsaid my knighthood was a balm, and I joined many small efforts against orcs and beastmen as fortune allowed.

    But now I write from South of Backfire pass, for an army great and glorious has assembled in a display I though beyond anything I would experience; it puts the stories I have heard of the errantry wars to shame. And what a deed we shall do! The reconquest of a dwarf peak lost to legend and time, to do what has not been done since before the Lady claimed her first knights. There are dwarves a'plenty to be sure, all axes and plate and grim expressions, but it seems all the world has gathered to help. I've seen riders on wolves and demigriffs, archers from the Sylvanian marches, knights of my homeland and dozens upon dozens of other bands, groups, parties and retinues.

    By far the most exotic, though, are the wizards. I myself have been given command (!!!!) of a small unit of armoured men who fight as I do, on foot with greatswords, and so I have seen them only at a distance as my new responsibilites demand much me, but my heart leaps for their presence. Perhaps I am not as good a knights as I should be, for a true knight would thrill only to damsels at the head of the host, but in such foreign company I shall take comfort in even distorted reflections.

    Their leader inspires me, I must quietly confess: a woman, and a landed knight by her own hand- this effortless victory at mine own goals both shames and drives me forward. And this is yet the least of her accolades, for the dwarves murmer about the way she stood o'r her fallen Lord, his own sword taken up as she strove alone against an endless flood of undeath in the very gates of Drakenhof. The archers of Stirland boast of standing in we against the vampire called the Singing King, and the way her magic melted his very flesh from his bones. Perhaps I will yet have the chance to speak to her, in the wake of our victory, before my vows drive me onwards.

    In this host I have found happiness for a time, and the respect that Bretonnia denied me. I wish sometimes this match would last forever, but the promise of glory and ancient treasure suffices to drive such thoughts from my head.

    I go now to patrol with my company a length of river along which we march. I am told goblins make the woods on the far bank their home.

    Dear diary, wish me luck.


    AN: I wanted more Soizic, and more undumgi, and more romance, so decided that I'd try my hand at omake rather than just whine about it. :) Hoping to do excerpts from the whole campaign eventually, let me know if the rest of the thread is interested.
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    I dig it. She seems cool. We should hang out some time.
     
    BoneyM said:
    Maximilian haunts Karag Nar like a sulky ghost for weeks afterwards, pouting and periodically obliterating a target with the Silver Arrows he never got to fire from a gyrocopter.
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    I feel for the guy, he actually wants to fight but can never get one

    BoneyM said:
    The possible Priest of Grungni gives Johann a glance and snorts, but after Johann takes his gloves off and reveals his gilded skin, the Priest gives him a longer, much more thoughtful look. "FOLLOW," he finally commands.
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    One way to impress the dwarf is to become the mountain


    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Princess Edda, on a hunt for weavers across the Empire.
    [X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
    [X] Yes. What better place to burn armies from than the skull of a dragon?

    is dealing death from the skull of a dragon giving too much of a necromancer vibe?
     
    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.
    [X] Francesco Caravello, proud leader of the Undumgi
    [X] Wilhelmina, to see how she's going when she's not a terrifying financial juggernaut.

    [X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.
     
    [X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.

    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Roswita, as she rides out the chaos of the influx of Battle Wizards.
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
     
    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Oswald Oswaldson, newly-minted Chief Bombardier of the Undumgi
    [X] Empress 'Heidi', to be present for the birth of her child
    [X] Princess Edda, on a hunt for weavers across the Empire.
    [X] Gunnars, to see if you can pierce his terse nature.
    [X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
    [X] Oswald Oswaldson, newly-minted Chief Bombardier of the Undumgi

    [X] Check in on your fief in Stirland.

    [X] No. Mathilde's dragon skull chair belongs only to Mathilde.
     
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    [X] King Belegar, to try to get some idea of where he's at with his crisis of faith.
    [X] Algard, reporting the Skaven Civil War in person instead of in writing.
     
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