Just wondering if there's ways to kill them without the destruction of the omniverse
Lords of Darkness (WHF CK2-Ish Quest)
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- Castlevania
Its... complicated, basically there are the true daemons of the emperor, they infinitely spawn from the astronomicon and created a region around it to protect it, which is always being attacked by daemonic armies sent by the four.
Yes and yes.
Then they will be the same in appearnce but with different personality.
The only thing that can kill an almighty is another almighty this means that means an almighty will fight an almighty which means that the omniverse will go BOOM.
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- Poland
I remember them now, I think i watched an episode of 40kTheories where he talked about the incarnation of Astronomicon and whether it was a Daemon or Malcadors soul, he also said in that video that there are several planets in the Warp which are illuminated by the Astronomicon and every Chaos Daemon that gets within the range of that illumination gets its essence burned to cinders.
I think you meant 'different personality'.
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Hey @Alucard Vampiry did we exist in the previous time loops and also who were our parents (just a history on them so we know a little more on our character background
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Pretty sure we did, but we never got anywhere. Probably dead by vampire drain, dead by knight, dead by gribblies, ect. This time-loop was helped by tzeentch shooting itself in the foot, which case allowed time to begin flowing normally again, sure the end times is going to happen, but the whole loop is Beginning (catastrophe), middle (around our time), and ending (end-times). because we change the middle of the story there's a good chance we can change the outcome of the end-times.
it will be the beginning of a new age, regardless who wins or loses.
A Possible Future Encounter and a Fate Averted
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- Anchorage, Alaska
well was going to do a different omake but this showed up out of nowhere and demanded I finish it. Hope you all like it!
The Dragon-Heist (The Hobbit, possible Future...)
Dracul opened his eyes as he beheld the new world...a world that was filled to the brim with the slightest taint, an echo of a ancient evil almost as foul as the four, yet weaker then them in all but name. He turned his gaze upon a lake that held a semi-medium sized town with a lonely mountain in the back-drop and watched patiently for his quarry to appear...and appear his quarry did. First was the beating of the wind like a hurricane, then he felt the heat-wave as the Flying dragon similar to that of a Wyvern fly passes over the town on the lake. Each pass and the town was bathed in Dragon-fire, or something akin to close of the Regular Fire-Dragon of his home-world, though it lacked the raw power and passion of the Dragons Touch by Aqshy. A pity, such devastation would have been done far faster with the Red Wind then without it. However the destruction was a testament to this worlds dragonic might as it was displayed in full...if only it was against a true worthy foe rather then hapless peasents.
A annoying pity...that child could have done so much more with what it had and it squandered it. At least he had been allowed to drag them home for a proper teaching, though he would have to take them one by one, sometimes in their dens or from their own "deaths", as decreed by the Over-god of this world (not that he could even hope to argue with THAT being when he had first poked his nose at looking into other dimensions of this...omni-verse...yes that was a good name). As it was, simply standing on a small hill gazing with his sight enhanced by the Lore of Heavens was annoying, yet necessary for the deal that had been hatched.
To spare his children from this worlds final battle, he was to take them away as long as he did not reveal himself to the worlds inhabitants...this dragon was obviously the last of his new "adopted" children, Their previous Father had been all but a failure in all things...he scowled deeply as he pried himself away from those thoughts, it seemed that most worlds he went to Every Father of Dragons had either been killed early on, captured and torture, or simply uncaring of their children. All the more times he could add them to his own collected children, and of course add more power to his Domain of Dragons from his God-hood.
Still, it was amusing to watch the Bow-man try his hardest to pierce his soon-to-be Childs scales with simple marksmanship, while admittedly good he was doing rather poorly in shooting the obvious weak-points in his child's defenses...not that he would try to whisper the answer to him. Though he was alarmed at the gap in the armor done by the so-called Black arrows...something he would need to fix later on in this worlds children's soul-physiology, as the anti-Dragon potentcy of these weapons was alarming, and if any of his foes attained them...
He would shudder to think of the mayhem of how many of his children would pass from the material world.
Still, he waited patiently, until the moment arrived...
"Who are you who would stand against Me!?!" the child Snarled out amidst the flames of its carnage as it glared down the mortal who had been shooting it for the last few minutes.
When the bowman tried to pick up his tool of war and of the hunt...he found it broken in twain much to the Dragon-Gods amusement, and something his child picked up on.
"That is...a pity..." the dragon hissed out lowly as it began to crawl towards him, its very movements and tone in a mocking voice "What will you do now...Bowman? You are forsaken! No help will come." The Child snarled as it began to walk towards him...Dracul narrowed his eyes as he spied the threads of fate moving about with the lore of heavens...combined with the lore of light and the other winds he began to spool them together subtlety to prepare his spell's.
Noticing his child humming and licking his chops Dracul wanted to sigh out loud...Children...he really needed to discipline this one wouldn't he?
"Is that your son? You cannot save him from the Fire, He...Will...Burn!!!" The Child nearly roared out as his own subtle magic rumbled...so strange they were, then again this Childs power was equivalent of a powerful Spirit, not a Greater one but one still worthy of respect...in this world at least. He would need to work on this Childs magic later on along with the rest of them.
Dracul watched as the bowman rammed the edges of his former bow and made a makeshift ballista from it and with his son standing in as the aiming device...he truly wanted to slap himself in the forehead, but considering how...mad...adventurers back in his home-world and other worlds he had visited were...it would work with a bit of divine intervention, and low and behold, he could feel the strings of fate tighten on his Childs throat.
"Tell me...Wretch...How are you to Challenge ME?!" The Child Snarled out mocking as it walked towards its prey, playing with them as a cat would a mouse, and Dracul watched the proceedings with a patient glare as he began to work his magics.
"You Have Nothing Left, BUT YOUR DEATH!" The Child Roared out as he began to charge forward, picking up speed as he crashed houses and turned timber into splinters as they were consumed by Dragon-Fire.
And then, Fate decreed that the Bow was fired, the father and son embraced as the arrow flew true and hit its mark into the dragons heart...only...one had decreed otherwise. Unknown to the group of three, and those that watched, Dracul Cast his spells in rapid fashion, using the Winds of Magic to turn fate upon itself and rewrote what must have happened to what WILL happen. The Blow was dangerous, yet not fatal, the shock to turn the dragon unconscious, not dead...more of a near-death state that could be revived from.
Still, it hurt...in a deep part of his being to see the near murder of one of his children, even as foolish as they have been, they had been twisted by the powers here...what pride had turned to arrogance without cause, what power became wane and weak, what magical might faded with time as their minds were filled with only a lust for gold and physical power. Something he would need years of work to undo this...Discord...
He actually snarled as he beheld the agony of his child and almost Blighted the Land in return for the damage caused, to curse the mortals who had done this and strike them down for their...heresy...Yet he would not, could not, and only wait as he watched his child tumble about then climb into the sky almost begging for aid that might not have come...yet...his spell took root deep in his flesh, his heart warded against the black arrow that would have spilled his life-blood through his flesh.
Dracul waited again as his child fell...and then when the time was right he Moved.
With a patience of ages, he cast his magic so that time all but slowed down, and transformed into his titanic form...he fished out his child from the ruins of the lake-town. Then carefully guiding the wounded and in a death-coma state child into his maw like that of a cat carrying its own child, the Father of Dragons began his journey westward...away from the mountain where his child could recover.
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Smaug was in Agony...his body ached as he opened his eyes slowly and painfully, his throat parched with want for water, and his belly ached for flesh. With a deep breath he remebered what had happened...the moutain...the burglar...the dwarves...the hunt...the sniveling cowards tricking him! The murderous wretch! THE BLACK ARROW!!! with a roar of pain and rage the dragon abrutly yanked itself up and looked upon its surroundings...and was confused beyond a doubt. This place...
This place, a vast valley filled with ash, the wind swept moutains...and the numerous other dragons, barely in the hundreds looking as confused as he was. So many of his kind gathered, from the cold drakes, fire drakes, and even the fabled Ice Drakes of the North-most lands whos chill was that of the deepest winter. Smaug could hardly believe his eyes as he beheld the numbers, not even during the rare breeding seasons did this many dragons come to the all but sacred grounds of their kind.
Wait...the Black arrow...turning quickly to the damned missing scale of his armor he noted that it was...patched? the arrow itself on the ground nearby covered in his blood, yet he knew the wound was one of death...damn the lakemen...damn the dale-men and their wretched black arrows! yet he still lived, he ccould recover...and if they thought him dead...he would not play with his prey again, and slaughter them all once more! He would reclaim his mountain!!!
But first...he had to know why his kind had been gathered...and look and behold, Urgost the dragon of the west was there, his almost Rival for his dominion of the Greatest Fire-drake of the age.
"Urgost...why are we here?" Smaug all but demanded as he got up from his positon on the ground glaring at the other firedrake nearby.
"Smaug...how wonderful..." Urgost muttered under his breath as he turned to adress his...Rival? "Have you Recovered from you little spat yet? Surviving a Black Arrow...that is a feat not easily done alone, but with aid..." the amused dragon sarcastically growled out as the two fire-drakes began to almost ritually size each other up...only one could be dominate when dragons meet, and these two had the sheer temperament and will to NOT allow their pride to go untrampled.
Smaug especially so since his defeat at Lake-town Needed a win to assuage himself as the greatest dragon of the age, while Urgost had noticed the pain Smaug was in, and plotted to teach this Drake a Lesson he would never forget. The two began circling with deeper snarls and spiteful bites, their fires glowing from their chest up to their mouths waiting for a chance to roast the others hide. The other dragons began to circle around watchful of the soon to be entertainment...
Untill the ground abrutly rumbled in such a way that the dragons around them stumbled in confusion, Smaug and Urgosts concentration was shattered and they stumbled about like hatchlings out of the egg...then they realized something that the other dragons were to panicing to notice...the rumbles in the air sounded like...breathing? And the quakes...erythematic...like tapings of claws on stone? The two fire-drakes turned to where the sound was loudest and the moving air was most noticeable, which case the rest of the dragons turned as well...and beheld a moving mountain as it rose...rose...and continued to rise.
Until with widened eyes every dragon within the Withered Hearth beheld the spectacle of a Dragon the Size of Ancalagon the Black...a Mountain Sized Dragon that was still laying on its belly as its long neck craned forward, its wings half spread and it was tapping its front claws on the valley wall's like it was impatiently waiting for them to finish gawking at the beast before them.
"Are you two quite done yet with your hatchling-spat? Or will you continue your little game to a conclusion i had intervened against?" The great beast rumbled out, each word weighing them down as a living God Among them spoke, they then noticed that they could hear...FEEL...something on the wind, a echo of something they as a species of this world had never heard before.
The Dragon noticing this seemed to frown deeper then before...
"How sad of you children, to not know your true heritage...i suppose that will have to be added to the Grudge i shall bring to Bear Upon Morgoth and his ilk once they return to this world..." The dragon grumbled as it thrashed its tail in irritation. The nearby hills and small forests were shattered and wrecked, boulders flying through the sky without thought of annoyance to the dragon, for how would he care for a being as large, mighty, and powerful as he?
Smaug, Urgost, and the other dragons began to slowly show more and more submissiveness then what they had ever felt before, ancient notes of discord demanding them to bow before the beast before them. The Dragon noticed this with a greater frown on its face as it beheld the lost children...and with a deep sigh gave the slightest motion of his head of acknowledgement. What happened next was equivalent of children running to a long lost parent as these dragons not only clambered towards him, but also spitefully began...fighting...to claim the most prime spots on the enormous dragons form.
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Something Dracul had to put up with plenty of times back home as he bonded with his children, especially with every migratory wave the hierarchy of his children changed as Emperor Dragons began to try and dominate one another to show the "Pecking" order of things, with the strongest, smartest, and largest dragons taking the space on his head and back while the rest with clambered on his legs, wings, and tail. TO be fair, he had been expecting something like this...though it would take time for him to...deprogram...the discordant notes within their Dragon-Song. Thankfully he had time to correct this wrong, and that he could then bring them to bretonnia once they had settled down enough for his teachings.
This was going to be a long decade...thankfully the overgod of this world had given him leave of this land and of his children...and not to mention he would CHEAT with the winds of magic to ensure things went smoothly.
Yet another Day as the Father of Dragons...he dearly hoped the next world he went to the dragons there will be more sensible in their approach. He wasn't holding his breath though.
Dracul opened his eyes as he beheld the new world...a world that was filled to the brim with the slightest taint, an echo of a ancient evil almost as foul as the four, yet weaker then them in all but name. He turned his gaze upon a lake that held a semi-medium sized town with a lonely mountain in the back-drop and watched patiently for his quarry to appear...and appear his quarry did. First was the beating of the wind like a hurricane, then he felt the heat-wave as the Flying dragon similar to that of a Wyvern fly passes over the town on the lake. Each pass and the town was bathed in Dragon-fire, or something akin to close of the Regular Fire-Dragon of his home-world, though it lacked the raw power and passion of the Dragons Touch by Aqshy. A pity, such devastation would have been done far faster with the Red Wind then without it. However the destruction was a testament to this worlds dragonic might as it was displayed in full...if only it was against a true worthy foe rather then hapless peasents.
A annoying pity...that child could have done so much more with what it had and it squandered it. At least he had been allowed to drag them home for a proper teaching, though he would have to take them one by one, sometimes in their dens or from their own "deaths", as decreed by the Over-god of this world (not that he could even hope to argue with THAT being when he had first poked his nose at looking into other dimensions of this...omni-verse...yes that was a good name). As it was, simply standing on a small hill gazing with his sight enhanced by the Lore of Heavens was annoying, yet necessary for the deal that had been hatched.
To spare his children from this worlds final battle, he was to take them away as long as he did not reveal himself to the worlds inhabitants...this dragon was obviously the last of his new "adopted" children, Their previous Father had been all but a failure in all things...he scowled deeply as he pried himself away from those thoughts, it seemed that most worlds he went to Every Father of Dragons had either been killed early on, captured and torture, or simply uncaring of their children. All the more times he could add them to his own collected children, and of course add more power to his Domain of Dragons from his God-hood.
Still, it was amusing to watch the Bow-man try his hardest to pierce his soon-to-be Childs scales with simple marksmanship, while admittedly good he was doing rather poorly in shooting the obvious weak-points in his child's defenses...not that he would try to whisper the answer to him. Though he was alarmed at the gap in the armor done by the so-called Black arrows...something he would need to fix later on in this worlds children's soul-physiology, as the anti-Dragon potentcy of these weapons was alarming, and if any of his foes attained them...
He would shudder to think of the mayhem of how many of his children would pass from the material world.
Still, he waited patiently, until the moment arrived...
"Who are you who would stand against Me!?!" the child Snarled out amidst the flames of its carnage as it glared down the mortal who had been shooting it for the last few minutes.
When the bowman tried to pick up his tool of war and of the hunt...he found it broken in twain much to the Dragon-Gods amusement, and something his child picked up on.
"That is...a pity..." the dragon hissed out lowly as it began to crawl towards him, its very movements and tone in a mocking voice "What will you do now...Bowman? You are forsaken! No help will come." The Child snarled as it began to walk towards him...Dracul narrowed his eyes as he spied the threads of fate moving about with the lore of heavens...combined with the lore of light and the other winds he began to spool them together subtlety to prepare his spell's.
Noticing his child humming and licking his chops Dracul wanted to sigh out loud...Children...he really needed to discipline this one wouldn't he?
"Is that your son? You cannot save him from the Fire, He...Will...Burn!!!" The Child nearly roared out as his own subtle magic rumbled...so strange they were, then again this Childs power was equivalent of a powerful Spirit, not a Greater one but one still worthy of respect...in this world at least. He would need to work on this Childs magic later on along with the rest of them.
Dracul watched as the bowman rammed the edges of his former bow and made a makeshift ballista from it and with his son standing in as the aiming device...he truly wanted to slap himself in the forehead, but considering how...mad...adventurers back in his home-world and other worlds he had visited were...it would work with a bit of divine intervention, and low and behold, he could feel the strings of fate tighten on his Childs throat.
"Tell me...Wretch...How are you to Challenge ME?!" The Child Snarled out mocking as it walked towards its prey, playing with them as a cat would a mouse, and Dracul watched the proceedings with a patient glare as he began to work his magics.
"You Have Nothing Left, BUT YOUR DEATH!" The Child Roared out as he began to charge forward, picking up speed as he crashed houses and turned timber into splinters as they were consumed by Dragon-Fire.
And then, Fate decreed that the Bow was fired, the father and son embraced as the arrow flew true and hit its mark into the dragons heart...only...one had decreed otherwise. Unknown to the group of three, and those that watched, Dracul Cast his spells in rapid fashion, using the Winds of Magic to turn fate upon itself and rewrote what must have happened to what WILL happen. The Blow was dangerous, yet not fatal, the shock to turn the dragon unconscious, not dead...more of a near-death state that could be revived from.
Still, it hurt...in a deep part of his being to see the near murder of one of his children, even as foolish as they have been, they had been twisted by the powers here...what pride had turned to arrogance without cause, what power became wane and weak, what magical might faded with time as their minds were filled with only a lust for gold and physical power. Something he would need years of work to undo this...Discord...
He actually snarled as he beheld the agony of his child and almost Blighted the Land in return for the damage caused, to curse the mortals who had done this and strike them down for their...heresy...Yet he would not, could not, and only wait as he watched his child tumble about then climb into the sky almost begging for aid that might not have come...yet...his spell took root deep in his flesh, his heart warded against the black arrow that would have spilled his life-blood through his flesh.
Dracul waited again as his child fell...and then when the time was right he Moved.
With a patience of ages, he cast his magic so that time all but slowed down, and transformed into his titanic form...he fished out his child from the ruins of the lake-town. Then carefully guiding the wounded and in a death-coma state child into his maw like that of a cat carrying its own child, the Father of Dragons began his journey westward...away from the mountain where his child could recover.
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Smaug was in Agony...his body ached as he opened his eyes slowly and painfully, his throat parched with want for water, and his belly ached for flesh. With a deep breath he remebered what had happened...the moutain...the burglar...the dwarves...the hunt...the sniveling cowards tricking him! The murderous wretch! THE BLACK ARROW!!! with a roar of pain and rage the dragon abrutly yanked itself up and looked upon its surroundings...and was confused beyond a doubt. This place...
This place, a vast valley filled with ash, the wind swept moutains...and the numerous other dragons, barely in the hundreds looking as confused as he was. So many of his kind gathered, from the cold drakes, fire drakes, and even the fabled Ice Drakes of the North-most lands whos chill was that of the deepest winter. Smaug could hardly believe his eyes as he beheld the numbers, not even during the rare breeding seasons did this many dragons come to the all but sacred grounds of their kind.
Wait...the Black arrow...turning quickly to the damned missing scale of his armor he noted that it was...patched? the arrow itself on the ground nearby covered in his blood, yet he knew the wound was one of death...damn the lakemen...damn the dale-men and their wretched black arrows! yet he still lived, he ccould recover...and if they thought him dead...he would not play with his prey again, and slaughter them all once more! He would reclaim his mountain!!!
But first...he had to know why his kind had been gathered...and look and behold, Urgost the dragon of the west was there, his almost Rival for his dominion of the Greatest Fire-drake of the age.
"Urgost...why are we here?" Smaug all but demanded as he got up from his positon on the ground glaring at the other firedrake nearby.
"Smaug...how wonderful..." Urgost muttered under his breath as he turned to adress his...Rival? "Have you Recovered from you little spat yet? Surviving a Black Arrow...that is a feat not easily done alone, but with aid..." the amused dragon sarcastically growled out as the two fire-drakes began to almost ritually size each other up...only one could be dominate when dragons meet, and these two had the sheer temperament and will to NOT allow their pride to go untrampled.
Smaug especially so since his defeat at Lake-town Needed a win to assuage himself as the greatest dragon of the age, while Urgost had noticed the pain Smaug was in, and plotted to teach this Drake a Lesson he would never forget. The two began circling with deeper snarls and spiteful bites, their fires glowing from their chest up to their mouths waiting for a chance to roast the others hide. The other dragons began to circle around watchful of the soon to be entertainment...
Untill the ground abrutly rumbled in such a way that the dragons around them stumbled in confusion, Smaug and Urgosts concentration was shattered and they stumbled about like hatchlings out of the egg...then they realized something that the other dragons were to panicing to notice...the rumbles in the air sounded like...breathing? And the quakes...erythematic...like tapings of claws on stone? The two fire-drakes turned to where the sound was loudest and the moving air was most noticeable, which case the rest of the dragons turned as well...and beheld a moving mountain as it rose...rose...and continued to rise.
Until with widened eyes every dragon within the Withered Hearth beheld the spectacle of a Dragon the Size of Ancalagon the Black...a Mountain Sized Dragon that was still laying on its belly as its long neck craned forward, its wings half spread and it was tapping its front claws on the valley wall's like it was impatiently waiting for them to finish gawking at the beast before them.
"Are you two quite done yet with your hatchling-spat? Or will you continue your little game to a conclusion i had intervened against?" The great beast rumbled out, each word weighing them down as a living God Among them spoke, they then noticed that they could hear...FEEL...something on the wind, a echo of something they as a species of this world had never heard before.
The Dragon noticing this seemed to frown deeper then before...
"How sad of you children, to not know your true heritage...i suppose that will have to be added to the Grudge i shall bring to Bear Upon Morgoth and his ilk once they return to this world..." The dragon grumbled as it thrashed its tail in irritation. The nearby hills and small forests were shattered and wrecked, boulders flying through the sky without thought of annoyance to the dragon, for how would he care for a being as large, mighty, and powerful as he?
Smaug, Urgost, and the other dragons began to slowly show more and more submissiveness then what they had ever felt before, ancient notes of discord demanding them to bow before the beast before them. The Dragon noticed this with a greater frown on its face as it beheld the lost children...and with a deep sigh gave the slightest motion of his head of acknowledgement. What happened next was equivalent of children running to a long lost parent as these dragons not only clambered towards him, but also spitefully began...fighting...to claim the most prime spots on the enormous dragons form.
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Something Dracul had to put up with plenty of times back home as he bonded with his children, especially with every migratory wave the hierarchy of his children changed as Emperor Dragons began to try and dominate one another to show the "Pecking" order of things, with the strongest, smartest, and largest dragons taking the space on his head and back while the rest with clambered on his legs, wings, and tail. TO be fair, he had been expecting something like this...though it would take time for him to...deprogram...the discordant notes within their Dragon-Song. Thankfully he had time to correct this wrong, and that he could then bring them to bretonnia once they had settled down enough for his teachings.
This was going to be a long decade...thankfully the overgod of this world had given him leave of this land and of his children...and not to mention he would CHEAT with the winds of magic to ensure things went smoothly.
Yet another Day as the Father of Dragons...he dearly hoped the next world he went to the dragons there will be more sensible in their approach. He wasn't holding his breath though.
An Emperor Dragon's Grumblings
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An Emperor Dragons Grumblings
Irorryd sighed mentally, he was chosen by his Father to look after, and if needed reign in, his younger siblings in recently conquered Artois. At first he thought it would be easy, but he soon learned that reigning in the children assigned to garrison this land wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. He envied Odi, at least she already raised a few hatchlings of her own so she didn't have as much trouble over in Lyonesse as he was having, not to mention Azyr lent itself well to dealing with children because of its patience. He also couldn't help but grumble a bit about being assigned what amounted to baby-sitting duty. He was a Doom Fire Dragon for Draculs sake! The wind of Aqshy permeated his being, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing! But instead of being on the front lines he was stuck disciplining children. 'Oh well' he thought as he rose from his position of lying on the ground 'hopefully there will be a few Beastmen and/or Greenskins I can release my frustration onto, it's not like the forest can get even more damaged than it already is' he looked at the charred landscape beneath him as he soared through the sky, the miles of burnt foliage and blackened earth 'Maybe we overdid it a little' he then thought of the flames as they consumed the forest, of the agonized screams of the abominations as they burned to death 'Maybe'.Authors Note: Here we go, thoughts of an Emperor Fire Dragon left to garrison Artois, if anyone is wondering about that last bit, Aqshy is the Wind of Fire and it makes its users Pyromaniacs. It's my first time writing so comments and constructive criticism are welcome. I also would like to note that English is not my first language.
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I am to put this as future canon since I am pretty sure you guys will go there at some point and this may be one of your plans.
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[X] Prey...
Screw it, I'm curious about this one.
Screw it, I'm curious about this one.
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Ancient Prey... Unclaimed Prey... Hunt It, hunt and kill it for your goddess.
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A Bad Day of a Warlock Engineer
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So... Anath Raema is moving against us, hopefully she will do it while we have our army ready and conquering.
Also, since I have nothing better to do and it just popped in my head... Another Omake!
Skritch wasn't a happy skaven. Now that in and of itself wasn't a new thing, he was almost always irritated be it by the incompetent stumbling of the skavenslaves he would have doing manual labor in his workshop, the fact his enemies are still alive or that his rivals didn't die to one of his plots yet. No currently Skritch was absolutely furious, and the reason for this was quiet simple, his workshop was in ruins! All but his most important projects he kept in the reinforced safe which rested in a hole he had a skavenslave dig under his workshops floor, who he then killed and eaten of course, are gone with it! He will have to rebuild his workshop, buy new slaves and acquire new machinery to work with, and all of it was expensive! Even the slaves since he needed to buy more than what was needed to maintain the workshop so he could run experiments and weapon testing on them. It didn't matter that most of the lair was similarly destroyed! When he got his paws on the incompetent idiot that let that Magma Dragon break through the defenses their going to regret not being eaten by their litter after birth! What was up with that anyway, dragons that had for so long been living under the earth had suddenly started migrating to the surface leaving many a skaven lair or deep-dwarf outpost that stood in their way in ruins, he also heard some rumors about darkness growing in the Man-thing realm of Bretonnia. He soon put such thoughts out of his mind, it's not like it's going to affect him much anyway, beyond how it already did.
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Canonical for the sake of hilarity.
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Say, @Alucard Vampiry, which Levels are the Gods of the Tolkien-Verse at? Illuvatar is probably an Overgod, but what about Morgoth and the Valar?
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[X] Great Father...
@Alucard Vampiry im going to take this....
sauron was a greater spirit, less then a fledgling god, so if anything the Valar are minor gods with Morgoth being a unusually powerful minor god.
@Alucard Vampiry im going to take this....
sauron was a greater spirit, less then a fledgling god, so if anything the Valar are minor gods with Morgoth being a unusually powerful minor god.
A Knight Doubts
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- Poland
I'm on a roll today, me thinks
Jacque never was the most devout of the followers of The Lady. He did his prayers and made sure to show devotion in front of his fellow knights of course, he even became a Knight of the Realm, but in the safety of his mind he couldn't help but doubt. He wasn't blind, Bretonnia has fallen far, the Oath of Chivalry paid only a lip service by most, knights sworn to protect and care for the people under their protection exploiting their subjects for every drop of wealth they can squeeze out of them. He often brooded over the depths The Lady allowed Bretonnia to sink to. He could somewhat understand if it was one of the Imperial deities but unlike them The Lady can personally manifest in this world, her one word and she could undo all those years of arrogance and corruption. No, he was never the most devout but now he couldn't help but feel bitterness towards the Goddess he was raised to revere. Where was she when the Beastmen massed and attacked L'Anguille and Artois? Where was she when Lyonesse was attacked by the worshippers of Chaos who sacrificed thousands and sent their souls to be forever damned in the gullets of their thirsting Gods? Where was she when his father was killed fighting a Greenskin raid from the Gray Mountains or when his mother was dying of sickness? But when the oppressed and downtrodden peasants that have been exploited for generations and forbidden to worship the goddess of their masters have risen up in hopes of a tomorrow where they wouldn't need to wonder if they will have enough food to feed their children, where they weren't one bad harvest away from half the village starving to death? She almost immediately sent her 'honorable' Grail Knights to put them in their place. And now as he watched an army of Dragons and Death annihilate a handful of Ork raiders, an army in service to a new God, one rumored to be far kinder to the common people and threatening to conquer Her lands? Not a Grail Knight in sight, even a Questing Knight, the only ones present being those that were in the Dukedom when a call to arms was issued. That, more than anything, showed him how much She cared about the people of Bretonnia. So when a call to surrender came from the one that introduced himself as Dracul the Father of Dragons, he obeyed and when he saw the God incarnate personally heal everyone, noble and peasant alike? He was one of the first ones to swear allegiance to a God that actually cared about his followers.
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- Location
- Poland
If I remember correctly the QM said that Sauron was a Fledgling (or Minor can't remember which) God with his ring
- Location
- Castlevania
-10 To The Skaven Next Action.
Great Father, the one who wil stand watch over our kind even after all of reality ends... We thank you... for everything.
- Location
- Castlevania
Half of the update done, so this can considered canon.
Select Your Reward:
[] +10 To Your Next Action
[] +10 To Background Conversion Rolls
[] -10 To ??? Next Action
- Location
- Poland
@Alucard Vampiry
[X] +10 To Background Conversion Rolls
It will save us some headaches down the line if we can convert Bretonnia as fast as possible.
[X] +10 To Background Conversion Rolls
It will save us some headaches down the line if we can convert Bretonnia as fast as possible.
The Fall of Bretonnia - Part 5
- Location
- Castlevania
[X] Plan: If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
-[X] L'Anguille - Deal with the Beastmen by having the Dragons do a fly-by while the Necromancers buff our Undead and have them mop-up, then turn to face the Bretonnian army and demand surrender, spare those that do and provide healing (if able) to them.
-[X] Gisoreux - The same as above but we personally buff our undead with Call of Vanhelm and our Dragons and Dragon Lords with Bironas Timewarp as well as personally provide healing.
-[X] L'Anguille - Deal with the Beastmen by having the Dragons do a fly-by while the Necromancers buff our Undead and have them mop-up, then turn to face the Bretonnian army and demand surrender, spare those that do and provide healing (if able) to them.
-[X] Gisoreux - The same as above but we personally buff our undead with Call of Vanhelm and our Dragons and Dragon Lords with Bironas Timewarp as well as personally provide healing.
L'Anguille
In the duchy of L'Anguille the occupation of it was pretty easy, first the dragons assigned to the attack force made a fly by towards the known locations of the beastmen raiders, electrocuting or burning thousands of the fell mutants, of course this was not all of them, the beastmen were spread out across the duchy. So in the end the war was much more a clean up than everything else.
It took time but after a few days all of the beastmen to be culled, but the real problem was the nobles who did not want to accept the new order and tried to rebel. They did not last long; the prisoners were made as examples. The rest easily surrendered but those who secretly plotted against the new order were hunted down, killed or tortured and had their holdings and whatever they ruled seized and all of their families were put on house arrest.
In the end the campaign was relatively short, the hidden cells of the cult were called and began to convert the peasants - as they were the most easy to convert instead of the nobles - which they found to be rather easy and soon Dracul had much more worshippers. While healing could not be provided, results were still acceptable.
Gisoreux
The Gisoreux conquest on the other hand had a bit of a problem. While the nobles and peasants were fairly easy to keep in line with the new order - the latter had some problems but they were easily dealt with - no the real problem was the woodlands section of the regions of Gisoreux particularly the pale sisters. In the woodlands region there was no sedentary settlement instead there were various nomad tribes that moved around it, any attempt already disappeared but there was still a noticeable human presence in it.
It was entirely different in The Pale Sisters.
There was no human presence in it, any attempt to make a temporary or permanent settlement simply disappeared from the face of the planet, Dracul simply couldn't understand why the so called nobles of Bretonnia did not respond to this threat. Where they really that idiotic?
He did not ponder on that for much time, instead he simply decided to order to swarm both, lets see if those unknown enemies can survive his million strong army. In the end they didn't last. And you discovered what was so strange about apparently both were inhabited by a vicious population of dryads though the population of the pale sisters were much more vicious and aggressive, both were exterminated. After that Dracul made a trip across his new territories healing the wounded and the loyal, asking so that his new servants were much more loyal.
In the eternal forest many of the ancients felt the loss of their kin, and their rage was felt all across Athel Loren.
Conquered Regions - L'Anguille and Gisoreux
[] Raise The Dead: All dukedoms are places where many battles were fought having so hundreds of thousands or perhaps millions of known and unknown places where the dead were buried. Raises unknown amount of undead
[] Garrison The New Territory: Putting a garrison on your new territory is a wise decision. (Write-In Amount)
- [] Lyonesse (Existing Garrison: 150,000 skeletons, 150,000 zombies, 100 fire dragons, 100 storm dragons, 1 Doom Fire Dragon, 1 Great Storm, 10,000 grave guard, 10,000 black knights, and 10 necromancers)
- [] Artois (Existing Garrison: 150,000 skeletons, 150,000 zombies, 100 fire dragons, 100 storm dragons, 1 Doom Fire Dragon, 1 Great Storm Dragon 10,000 grave guard, 10,000 black knights, and 10 necromancers)
- [] L'Anguille
- [] Gisoreux
[] Next Target? (You Can Split Your Forces If You Want To)
- [] Couronne: The dukedom is the seat of the king of Bretonnia and the place where the finest of horses of the whole country are created.
- [] Montfort: Like its name would suggest a great part of the duchy is centered around the grey mountains, and what little fertile land it has has been totally devoted to agriculture, it is constantly being attacked by orcs.
- [] Bastonne: The dukedom where many a slayer of dragons came from, divided between the lands which are devoted between farms and pastures, it is said that Gilles Le Breton, the first of the kings of Bretonnia, was borned and raised here.
[] You Have gained Enough Already (Ends War Turns)
Current Forces:
- Undead: 17,627,008 Skeletons; 18,234,498 Zombies; 4,428,706 Grave Guard; 3,496,840 Black Knights
- Dark Beasts: 312,500 Fell Bats; 312,500 Dire Wolves; 175,000 Vargheists; 176,000 Varghulfs; 267,500 Crypt Ghouls; 252,500 Crypt Horrors; 600 Terrorgheists.
- Dragons: 24,800 Fire Dragons; 348 Doom Fire Dragons; 24,800 Storm Dragons; 348 Great Storm Dragons
- Magical Forces: 32 Necromancers; 1 Fire Wizard; 1 Metal Wizard; 1 Beast Wizard; 1 Heaven Wizard; 1 Shadow Wizard
- Special Forces: Nidhogg; Dragoth; Drakon; Galrkrond; Fafnir; Druk.
- Leader: Dracul
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Wow you know when we fight the wood elves we will force them to convert or make their forest burn
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
...again fuck the fay. Those little shits have been reigning too long, and have frogotten their place on the pecking order of things.
Dragons naturally at the top below god-like entities.
[X] Plan: Third Verse, Same as the last~
[X] Raise The Dead: All dukedoms are places where many battles were fought having so hundreds of thousands or perhaps millions of known and unknown places where the dead were buried. Raises unknown amount of undead
[X] Garrison The New Territory: Putting a garrison on your new territory is a wise decision.
(use the newly risen dead to occupy the two new territories the same as before, if not enough undead can be risen too ccupy the lands use some of our army. If the numbers are allowed, swell the ranks of our legion.)
- [X] L'Anguille (150,000 skeletons, 150,000 zombies, 100 fire dragons, 100 storm dragons, 10,000 grave guard, 10,000 black knights, and 10 necromancers, add one emperor dragon to administrate *Doom-Fire Dragon*)
- [X] Gisoreux (150,000 skeletons, 150,000 zombies, 100 fire dragons, 100 storm dragons, 10,000 grave guard, 10,000 black knights, and 10 necromancers Add one Emperor Dragon to Administrate *Great Storm Dragon*)
[X] Next Target? (You Can Split Your Forces If You Want To)
- [X] Couronne: The dukedom is the seat of the king of Bretonnia and the place where the finest of horses of the whole country are created.
alright we are pissing the fay off something fierce, so we might want to stick together now as we proceed to fuck the entire country over.
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nah, just make sure they know the damn pecking order of things, especially since now were not taking any of their bullshit, they want to play ball? we will play ball, but if they wage war against our people? well then we will wage war, the forest can stand to lose a few trees to prevent overgrowth, and to tend to them means chopping down old growth so that new growth can rise and expand. That's simply nature, and as stewards of the lands its our job to make sure things are going well, and if the forest has a problem with that...well...we might as well remake the lands now should we?
Dragons naturally at the top below god-like entities.
[X] Plan: Third Verse, Same as the last~
[X] Raise The Dead: All dukedoms are places where many battles were fought having so hundreds of thousands or perhaps millions of known and unknown places where the dead were buried. Raises unknown amount of undead
[X] Garrison The New Territory: Putting a garrison on your new territory is a wise decision.
(use the newly risen dead to occupy the two new territories the same as before, if not enough undead can be risen too ccupy the lands use some of our army. If the numbers are allowed, swell the ranks of our legion.)
- [X] L'Anguille (150,000 skeletons, 150,000 zombies, 100 fire dragons, 100 storm dragons, 10,000 grave guard, 10,000 black knights, and 10 necromancers, add one emperor dragon to administrate *Doom-Fire Dragon*)
- [X] Gisoreux (150,000 skeletons, 150,000 zombies, 100 fire dragons, 100 storm dragons, 10,000 grave guard, 10,000 black knights, and 10 necromancers Add one Emperor Dragon to Administrate *Great Storm Dragon*)
[X] Next Target? (You Can Split Your Forces If You Want To)
- [X] Couronne: The dukedom is the seat of the king of Bretonnia and the place where the finest of horses of the whole country are created.
alright we are pissing the fay off something fierce, so we might want to stick together now as we proceed to fuck the entire country over.
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nah, just make sure they know the damn pecking order of things, especially since now were not taking any of their bullshit, they want to play ball? we will play ball, but if they wage war against our people? well then we will wage war, the forest can stand to lose a few trees to prevent overgrowth, and to tend to them means chopping down old growth so that new growth can rise and expand. That's simply nature, and as stewards of the lands its our job to make sure things are going well, and if the forest has a problem with that...well...we might as well remake the lands now should we?
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