To put this into perspective, on the mallus calender, we're stuck in late april to early may time wise, since the start of turn 40. We still have more then three quarters of a year left before the same length of time in-universe, passes as it did in Ungor (even though the IRL time length for this Arc and that one are pretty much the same.) The empire, still has a long, LONG, way to go through with the Siege of Everpeak before that continent shattering war is over, and the newest (or actually oldest) conflict, with the beasttide has just barely finally started to kick off which is influencing and effecting the entire empire, even if its effects right now are not as bad as they possibly could be right now for the moment. And all the while, the Northern trident still hasn't recovered from likely it's wounds with conquering and driving off two whole Black Arks that grievously hurt one of our army's and badly used up most of our mercenary forces. And of course, the chaos un-intentionally created by both the Elector Count, his wife, and the Ancestral Runefang of the Province going with him and being taken away to a Black Ark to so far, never be seen ever again.Ugh we're so damn close to the end.
Rocky rolls to start with, but past that it ranged from mediocre to downright really good. And a potential disaster of a roll with horrible modifiers was somewhat successfully had.
Pls RNGesus, continue to bless our dice and the characters and stories that ride upon them.
man, our daughter in kislev is scary, glad that she has rangled the non-chaos Bokha/nobility to her side (even if their days are totally numbered).
i for one cannot wait until all these conflicts are finished, and we get to finally breathe a little and look back on what has happened. Over the course of a year (+ more for the kislevites) the forces of the empire and friends have been involved in empire defining conflicts. quite how things will roll out is still up in the air (even if I personally think a general order sweep is possible and the stones are set for it.) even at this moment. But even out of the story and more meta, this is the work of years on Torroar's part and i just cannot wait for more of it, and to look back on it.
I wasn't there for Karak Ungor, nor do I know quite where in comparison I would place this current arc onto that one, but I imagine it is a similar feeling.
There were mentions of Asur sailors being among the resqued slaves.By ship(s?) even with inexperienced sailors is likely still faster than by land. And with any luck there are experienced sailors among Asur.
The lizermen got photos printed? As their leader nice.
God, I love the Asur perspectives on all of this. They are getting so much whiplash over everything, poor things.and a truly complicated mixture of emotions on the faces of the Asur,
Critical support for lesbians in the secret police. Girlboss 🏳️🌈.
It feels almost saddening how much Alyssa doesn't get her sister, someone who went through the exact same thing you did but came to the exact opposite worldview. Alyssa embraced Drucchi culture wholeheartedly likely as a form of self defense from what she had gone through after being captured. If she wasn't such a monster you'd almost feel for her."SHE IS NOT YOUR DAUGHTER!" Hultressa thunders, the entire bolt hole chamber shaking with her fury, crackling black lightning wreathing her form temporarily as she stamps one foot down, the sizzling smell of burning metal and scorched flesh invading your nose. "You do not get to claim the mantle of motherhood, simply because you took the choice from me to have her!"
Alyssa spits at the ground, her hair rising with her own magic from wherever she is in the Tor of Dominance.
"You are the deluded one here, Hultressa. You cannot become Supreme Sorceress! You've no apprentices left. The rest of the Coven will never follow, you will never build another, and Morathi would never endorse you. You have no great standing amongst any of the Cults, none that remain alive," Alyssa cackles that frankly disturbing laugh again. "You are nothing – you have always been nothing, you worked every day to be nothing but distant tool! My weaker, lesser sister. I granted you a taste!" She raises up a hand and pinches her thumb and forefinger together, "A taste, of the pleasure you've always denied yourself, and you proved unworthy of even that much! I ensured the impregnation and creation of the perfect champion for the Prince of Perfection; your only practical use and purpose was in ensuring her health up until now! You could have been so much more," she shakes her head, snorting.