"But make no mistake, the White Wolves fight for Ulric and none other. The moment I see you lead us falsely, I will not hesitate to take back command."
A tidal wave of power washes over the street, hitting you like a sledgehammer into the gut. All around you you see the Swordmasters falter and stumble while the humans remain unaffected, but none suffer as badly as you, falling onto your hands and knees, the Cerulean Shield flickering into nothingness while the Lightfang slips from your fingers. Blood, hot, liquid blood pours out from behind your eyes and rises up your throat like bile, choking, burning, stinging you like acid.
Blessing of the Heavens Unlocked: Mage-Soul The Cadai bestowed upon elvenkind the gift of magic, and none may take it from them save by their leave.
-Your magic cannot be stripped from you or suppressed, whether by lead, obsidian, spell, curse or otherwise. Your magic can still be counterspelled, dispelled or resisted as normal, and you still have to be able to speak and move in order to cast spells, this merely means you cannot be prevented from channelling magic by any means.
-This also renders you immune to "spell-eater" abilities that would burn out or force you to forget a spell.
-Magic raised by 1.
Hell yes!! That was awesome! Suck it, you barbarian!
More seriously, that's a neat trait. Sure, it won't be useful most of the time, but it means that in case of capture the enemy will likely underestimate us. And of course we will be better at fighting Chordates.
And in a hypothetical fight with Mathilde Webber, we would be able to use magic against her without her OP belt getting too in the way.
Yeah, you better understand your place,
"I have fought the northmen aplenty," Urskoy grunts. "Never have I known one of their Vikti to travel with such a retinue."
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"They are not usually so numerous. Or so… touched," you say, glancing at the angular rune carved across the chests of each of the berserkers. "Too many god-marked warriors in one place leads to strife, so most will go either north or south."
I might favor the teleport? Its risky, but generally take out casters IMMEDIATELY is the best bet, especially if they are in the middle of a ritual they may be able to complete if we dont act NOW.
Personally I'll vote for the teleport. It is indeed risky, but we're an exceptional fighter. We indeed need to stop that ritual asap, because it will probably be very destructive. The good news is that mages busy casting an obviously powerful ritual are pretty distracted to things happening around them. They will likely be vulnerable before the ritual's completion.
Can we combo Smoke and Mirrors with Shroud of Invisibility for a teleport backstab? Or at least teleport and try to sneak up and murder one of the priests while they're distracted? Maybe combine that with the charge of the Ulricans. Preferably the Tzeentchian because Nurglites don't die when they're killed.
Edit: Would also be pretty epic to summon a shadowsteed and teleport in for some mounted combat. The Ulricans are inspiring me that way, what can I say.
"It is my dearest hope that the destruction of the fleet is worth the expenditure of two of my Djinn," they say, somehow managing to affect a sour note while the tone of their voice scarcely shifts.
Even so, for a moment the Mistweaver's focus is elsewhere, and reality shifts around you as you behold that which he has not permitted you to see. The watchtowers on either side of the harbour turn into smoking ruins, while a trio of elven warships appear out of nowhere, moored some distance away from the harbour. Elven warriors in the blue-white garb of the Lothern Sea Guard leap from perilous rock to rock up the shoreline, navigating terrain that would have ground a human landing to a crawl with ease.
"Well, I suppose that answers the question of where Wavestrider was," you mutter. "Come, while our kin have their attention. We have our mission."
So, you are forced to restrain yourself to a pace your legs can barely stand, feeling more like you are on a relaxed stroll through the streets of Lothern with your friends than marching through enemy territory.
"A Bloodfather," you mutter, and human and elf alike recoil in recognition. A shaman-priest of Khorne, the Chaos God of Blood, Skulls, Hatred, Wrath and War.
For a moment you see, you feel the world as the humans do.
And it revolts you.
The world is dull and lifeless, devoid of colour and energy. Gone is the passion of Aqshy, the simple yet vibrant power of Ghur, the forceful vitality of Ghyran, the quiet, sad yet beautiful peace of Shyish, the alluring mystery of Ulgu, the cold reason of Chamon, the contemplative serenity of Hysh, and the whimsical creativity of Azyr.
What does this insipid little wretch, this thing, this human understand of magic? Little more than an animal, scurrying amidst the squalor of it's own pathetic existence, serving a hypocritical god that demands others obey a code he does not follow himself.
And with a great, thunderous boom, the skull in the Bloodfather's hands explodes into a million splinters, gouging deep wounds across his skin.
The Norscans pause and falter in their tracks as the manifestation of the Blood-God is shattered, their momentum arrested for but an instant. The Bloodfather looks at you with an expression of stupefied terror, taking an involuntary step backward.
And in that instant, the glowing blood-runes strewn across his skin dull and flicker out, the baleful light of Chaos fading into nothing as the Blood-God withdraws his blessings.
"NO!" he bellows, a note of despair entering into his voice. "My lord, I did not-"
Blessing of the Heavens Unlocked: Mage-Soul The Cadai bestowed upon elvenkind the gift of magic, and none may take it from them save by their leave.
-Your magic cannot be stripped from you or suppressed, whether by lead, obsidian, spell, curse or otherwise. Your magic can still be counterspelled, dispelled or resisted as normal, and you still have to be able to speak and move in order to cast spells, this merely means you cannot be prevented from channelling magic by any means.
-This also renders you immune to "spell-eater" abilities that would burn out or force you to forget a spell.
-Magic raised by 1.
Holy shit, this is pretty darn neat. Just the value in not being able to be utterly shutdown is pretty great so if anyone wants to stop us from working our magic, they'll need to do so in reaction to it or restrain us.
In one motion, it plunges into the unfortunate human's bare chest, right under the heart, and a scream of pure agony echoes across the air, as prismatic flames begin to lick outward from the cut. In a matter of seconds the man is consumed in his entirety, not even ashes remaining behind.
Uhh, I'm just gonna hope that wasn't the target we were meant to rescue going up in smoke.
As for what we do, we got about 400 God-marked goons up there on a hill and 2 shamans. Honestly, while we could choose to teleport up there and try to quickly cut down the Shamans, the troops would benefit from our command bonus and we are specced to counterspell these bastards. Decisions, decisions…
Cool battle. Although I can't help noticing that Fanriel has a disdain for humans that resembles a Thalmor in Skyrim.
Anyway, the shamans are gathering dark energy, probably for a demon summoning.
The teleporting plan has my heart, but Nurgle's followers never go down easy, and a Tzeentchian is no better. Still, interrupting the ritual ASAP will only help.
Against Tzeench, closing the range is the best choice. Against Nurgle, the absolute worst.
Either we use crossbows to keep them busy, or we go there but not alone.
Well, it looks like Tarondor and the Eatainian captain have their work cut out for them.
I will list several alternative possibilities for discussion, then we can do a write-in:
Half the men-at-arms should fight in melee, and the other half use their crossbows to keep the shamans suppressed, forcing them to go behind a menhir and not use the altar
Fanriel will summon 1/2/3 elementals, to hit the Livgard with Area-of-effect attacks and help the Knights + Swordmasters in their advance.
Fanriel should throw elementals at the shamans... who will bounce them off and use them to sacrifice all the prisoners at once, summoning the demon immediately... scratch that.
The knights and men-at-arms will be the anvil, approaching from the front. Fanriel and the swordmasters will be the dagger, the task force to go around under Ulgu and reach the shamans with their agility. But this leaves the humans without any superior and perfect Elven support, they could end up massacred. Hmm...
Conclusions:
Maybe joining the Knights is a good idea; Urskoy is a formidable champion after all, he just needs a little bit of magic and Elven support. The Last Alliance from Middle Earth FTW.
Alternatively, we cloak ourselves and, say, 2-3-4 swordmasters under Ulgu? No elementals, energy saved for countering emergencies.
How well does Hush work at shutting down enemy spellcasters in WHF? Even if they can cast through it, it still might be useful to activate it before teleporting in, just to prevent the shamans from calling for help...
How well does Hush work at shutting down enemy spellcasters in WHF? Even if they can cast through it, it still might be useful to activate it before teleporting in, just to prevent the shamans from calling for help...
Hush does not stop people from casting spells. For that, you'd want the Silence spell from the Arcane Lore, or some other method of physically gagging them.
The only thing you know is that they've failed at stopping the Norscans from unleashing the wyverns, but that could mean they were delayed getting to the Pit, or that they are dead.
Ghur are noted to have pack tactics - does that extend to not getting in the way of 'allied' forces?
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Am very cider'd now, byt can we work summoning an Ulgu elemental into our teleporting?
[X] Summon as many Lesser Ghur Elementals as you can without it becoming tiresome, order them to protect the lightfangs, Cast Ygethmor's Fiery Blizzard at the Livgard, and then join the knights and attempt to punch through to the Shamans, leaving the Men-at-arms and Swordmasters to deal with the Livgard.
[] Loremaster of Hoeth The Loremasters pursue perfection by neglecting no aspect of knowledge. They are masters of every field, from history to swordsmanship to art to magic. While some would say that this leaves them spread thin, the Loremasters contend that theirs is the natural path for beings as long-lived as the elves, versatile and able to adapt to any situation.
"They are not usually so numerous. Or so… touched," you say, glancing at the angular rune carved across the chests of each of the berserkers. "Too many god-marked warriors in one place leads to strife, so most will go either north or south."
But through your Magesight you see a burst of Dhar rise from the flames as the man's soul is consumed, joining the haze of corruption roiling around the Gudshöjd.
"A blood ritual," Urskoy grunts, his jaw clenched with anger. "I would wager my hammer that this was their plan all along, but our little incursion moved up their time table."
Maybe it's a very early sign from the Everchosen's arrival?
