- Location
- Little Rock, AR
Ah. Then why not take the sledge hammer to the door and then crush everyone who hears before they can do anything?/wllfull ignorance.LockedKeye said:
A small fish in a infinite sea (SI).
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
I got 'chewed' out for telling folks what was in the newest chapter update ; like a spoiler ; thus spoiling the event for new readers.John At Dawn said:
So I tend to side on being slightly vague and not try to give out the plot of the latest update if I can avoid it....
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
She can also trade mystical training and knowledge by preying on his evident desire to improve himself as contrasted by his rather varied and sloppy work.PhantomPhysicst said:
Well..., Winter saw how too much of one Mana drove Mary over the edge and became one-sided in her thoughts and unbalance her...Angbard said:
Possibly his years waiting at Westeros for his Slayer Angels to be fully alive and fighting the zombie-like beings left him thinking he was good enough and got him a tad complacent...
What kick him back to reality on his arse was the death of the one that he had pledge to bring back home to Buffy and her family is Dawn so desired..
Her Death hopefully drove some sense into him that he needs ...
more mana ....
of a violent and ruthless nature while he will have to balance that with likewise equal portions of White and Green and Blue ... meh...
- Location
- Somewhere
FIrst!Hiver said:
26
I crossed my arms and leaned back against the red rock outside Thrallamar with a small frown.
We had gotten back from the raid almost thirty hours before. Dawn had yet to wake up; Cloudsong was examining her.
He was the expert at this sort of resurrection.
As much as I wanted to...I could not blame him for allowing Dawn to go on the raid. She was his apprentice and she was bound on her honor to do as he said.
If he told her that she was not ready, that she could not go…
She would have not gone.
But I could not blame him. I could have stopped her as well. In several ways.
I sighed softly, looking out into the distance towards the massive wall of the Hellfire Citadel. At least the raid was successful. Somewhat.
We did not manage to get the last of the three targets, but we disrupted them enough. Horde and Alliance forces attacked the fortress as soon as we reported back on our success.
They were still fighting, but they had the Legion forces pushed back hard into the lower chambers.
Going in to dig them out would be tricky, but there was no way they would be able to crawl out of their little hole.
We had them bottled up. With the bottlenecks of those narrow corridors, a small garrison would be able to hold them back indefinitely.
They estimated that we would be able to push on past the Citadel before the week was over.
I was just about to turn to go back to the tent to check on Dawn when I saw something moving on the horizon.
Freezing I frowned before I reached into my satchel and pulled out a pair of binoculars. I eyed them for a moment. Cheap and easily made with my omnitool. Need to remember to pick up a proper pair next time I pop by Sunnydale.
Or Zombie central I guess.
I raised it to my eyes and took a good look at whatever it was that was moving out in the wastes.
Holy crap...
A large humanoid shape, black and green, trailing smoke was moving across the red rock.
That's a fucking Fel Reaver!
I carefully put my binoculars away before going to find a guard. I was just outside camp after all.
"Did you know there is a large magical construct wandering around the peninsula?" I asked the first warrior I saw.
The blue troll frowned, looking at me in surprise before he nodded "Yeah, mon. Fel Reaver...it wander around, following the same path day in and day out. As long as you don't end up in its path, it leave you alone. Not worth the manpower to try to take it down, or so do the Sergeant say."
"I see. Thanks." I said, giving him a nod before continuing towards my tent.
Fel Reaver...that's a magical construct. Apparently not thinking if it simply followed the same path, but it looked like it was smart enough to follow orders.
What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that thing, find out how it worked. Even if I could not copy it, hell even if I could only figure out how a tenth of it worked...
Yeah, that would greatly increase my understanding of magic, never mind my currently non-existent artificing ability.
But that would mean going up against a bloody fel reaver. I remembered how hard that thing always stomped my ass in game.
Yeah, maybe later.
As it was, I had plenty of power, more than twice as much as when I fought against Mary but my actual skill was rather basic. I really needed to work on that.
There are only so many problems that can be solved by throwing more power at them. There really should be some books on magic I can pick up. I need to remember to check that next time I get the opportunity to go to a major town.
Even if the skills didn't line up perfectly, it would give me some ideas on how to do things and if I remembered right Warcraft mages could do some nice stuff.
I pushed the tent flap to the side and walked into our tent to find Cloudsong standing by Dawn's bedroll. Until she woke up, it replaced her hammock. Having her fall out of it would not have been good.
"How is she doing?" I asked the large Tauren as I stopped just inside the tent.
Cloudsong looked back at me before turning to face me "I have seen this thing before. Her spirit suffered greatly as she clung to life. She...was not ready. Not for something like that."
"No. She wasn't." I simply said as I walked over, looking down at her "Will she wake up?"
The Tauren nodded "Yes. She made it back to her body. She will survive, Sunrise should wake up within a day."
"You allowed her to go." I said, crossing my arms, looking down at the sleeping girl. I tried hard not to accuse him.
"I did. She was ready for that. Just not for this." Cloudsong answered, sighing "Sunrise is stubborn. She had already made up her mind. You know as well as I do that I could not have stopped her any more than her namesake. I thought her skills were strong enough for what she set out to do."
I felt like slugging him.
But in the end it was her choice...and he was right about the stubbornness.
It ran in the family.
Cloudsong nodded and put his large hand on my shoulder before he left "I will leave you with your woman." he said before he walked out.
I simply nodded, deep in thought as I frowned slightly.
Dawn need to learn how to use mana from Lands, but she can't learn it in Outlands. This place is crumbling and I don't know why.
In a couple of hundred years it will be gone completely, the plane itself is slowly collapsing. Hell, I wouldn't want to try to claim these lands, who know what connecting to something like this do to you?
Perhaps I could convince her to go back through the portal, maybe fly over to Westfall. That should count as a White land; give her access to shield spells.
Might not be the worst idea in the world...
I suddenly blinked and looked back at the closed tent flap as his words filtered into my head. "My what!?"
AN// Many thanks to LockedKeye for betaing this part.
We had gotten back from the raid almost thirty hours before. Dawn had yet to wake up; Cloudsong was examining her.
He was the expert at this sort of resurrection.
As much as I wanted to...I could not blame him for allowing Dawn to go on the raid. She was his apprentice and she was bound on her honor to do as he said.
If he told her that she was not ready, that she could not go…
She would have not gone.
But I could not blame him. I could have stopped her as well. In several ways.
I sighed softly, looking out into the distance towards the massive wall of the Hellfire Citadel. At least the raid was successful. Somewhat.
We did not manage to get the last of the three targets, but we disrupted them enough. Horde and Alliance forces attacked the fortress as soon as we reported back on our success.
They were still fighting, but they had the Legion forces pushed back hard into the lower chambers.
Going in to dig them out would be tricky, but there was no way they would be able to crawl out of their little hole.
We had them bottled up. With the bottlenecks of those narrow corridors, a small garrison would be able to hold them back indefinitely.
They estimated that we would be able to push on past the Citadel before the week was over.
I was just about to turn to go back to the tent to check on Dawn when I saw something moving on the horizon.
Freezing I frowned before I reached into my satchel and pulled out a pair of binoculars. I eyed them for a moment. Cheap and easily made with my omnitool. Need to remember to pick up a proper pair next time I pop by Sunnydale.
Or Zombie central I guess.
I raised it to my eyes and took a good look at whatever it was that was moving out in the wastes.
Holy crap...
A large humanoid shape, black and green, trailing smoke was moving across the red rock.
That's a fucking Fel Reaver!
I carefully put my binoculars away before going to find a guard. I was just outside camp after all.
"Did you know there is a large magical construct wandering around the peninsula?" I asked the first warrior I saw.
The blue troll frowned, looking at me in surprise before he nodded "Yeah, mon. Fel Reaver...it wander around, following the same path day in and day out. As long as you don't end up in its path, it leave you alone. Not worth the manpower to try to take it down, or so do the Sergeant say."
"I see. Thanks." I said, giving him a nod before continuing towards my tent.
Fel Reaver...that's a magical construct. Apparently not thinking if it simply followed the same path, but it looked like it was smart enough to follow orders.
What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that thing, find out how it worked. Even if I could not copy it, hell even if I could only figure out how a tenth of it worked...
Yeah, that would greatly increase my understanding of magic, never mind my currently non-existent artificing ability.
But that would mean going up against a bloody fel reaver. I remembered how hard that thing always stomped my ass in game.
Yeah, maybe later.
As it was, I had plenty of power, more than twice as much as when I fought against Mary but my actual skill was rather basic. I really needed to work on that.
There are only so many problems that can be solved by throwing more power at them. There really should be some books on magic I can pick up. I need to remember to check that next time I get the opportunity to go to a major town.
Even if the skills didn't line up perfectly, it would give me some ideas on how to do things and if I remembered right Warcraft mages could do some nice stuff.
I pushed the tent flap to the side and walked into our tent to find Cloudsong standing by Dawn's bedroll. Until she woke up, it replaced her hammock. Having her fall out of it would not have been good.
"How is she doing?" I asked the large Tauren as I stopped just inside the tent.
Cloudsong looked back at me before turning to face me "I have seen this thing before. Her spirit suffered greatly as she clung to life. She...was not ready. Not for something like that."
"No. She wasn't." I simply said as I walked over, looking down at her "Will she wake up?"
The Tauren nodded "Yes. She made it back to her body. She will survive, Sunrise should wake up within a day."
"You allowed her to go." I said, crossing my arms, looking down at the sleeping girl. I tried hard not to accuse him.
"I did. She was ready for that. Just not for this." Cloudsong answered, sighing "Sunrise is stubborn. She had already made up her mind. You know as well as I do that I could not have stopped her any more than her namesake. I thought her skills were strong enough for what she set out to do."
I felt like slugging him.
But in the end it was her choice...and he was right about the stubbornness.
It ran in the family.
Cloudsong nodded and put his large hand on my shoulder before he left "I will leave you with your woman." he said before he walked out.
I simply nodded, deep in thought as I frowned slightly.
Dawn need to learn how to use mana from Lands, but she can't learn it in Outlands. This place is crumbling and I don't know why.
In a couple of hundred years it will be gone completely, the plane itself is slowly collapsing. Hell, I wouldn't want to try to claim these lands, who know what connecting to something like this do to you?
Perhaps I could convince her to go back through the portal, maybe fly over to Westfall. That should count as a White land; give her access to shield spells.
Might not be the worst idea in the world...
I suddenly blinked and looked back at the closed tent flap as his words filtered into my head. "My what!?"
AN// Many thanks to LockedKeye for betaing this part.
spencer1519
(Verified Heretic)
- Location
- Oregon, USA
Remember, Lands cover huge stretches of area. Islands, entire mountains, vast plains, whole forests, swamps. There might not have been that much terrain to claim. Omega, by itself was a single mountain.
Winchester
Buzzzzzkill
- Location
- Creeping towards your ear
One thing I'm curious about: What happens if Hiver claims a forest, and then while he's off doing something it gets chopped down to make a field? Does he lose the mana, or does the mana type change?
Also, did anything like the very old dual-color lands (like Volcanic Island, tap for one red or one blue mana; or Shrublands, tap for one black or one white mana) ever turn up again in the CCG? I remember there was one type for every combination of mana types back in 1st and 2nd edition (Alpha/Beta and Unlimited), but they were gone in third (Revised) and I only saw them from the wrong end of a good trouncing while I was playing (4th edition, I gave up shortly after 5th was released since I couldn't afford to keep up.)
Also, did anything like the very old dual-color lands (like Volcanic Island, tap for one red or one blue mana; or Shrublands, tap for one black or one white mana) ever turn up again in the CCG? I remember there was one type for every combination of mana types back in 1st and 2nd edition (Alpha/Beta and Unlimited), but they were gone in third (Revised) and I only saw them from the wrong end of a good trouncing while I was playing (4th edition, I gave up shortly after 5th was released since I couldn't afford to keep up.)
None of them are quite as good as the originals, but they certainly do exist. Here is a list of the white/blue ones, and they exist for all color combinations.Winchester said:
As to the story itself, I don't have much to say beyond it's going fine. It's a lot more fun to read about a close battle, and the weeks it takes to attune to a land means that you really can't do it when you're busy trying to bootstrap a medieval nation into the industrial era.
I like the interesting scene where Winter got himself gob-smack by CloudSong... 
update
Hiver..CH_26a - Cloudsong&Dawn, WinterChilling, FelReaver, BlueTroll, SunriseSoon, YourWoman, WHAT?!
update
Hiver..CH_26a - Cloudsong&Dawn, WinterChilling, FelReaver, BlueTroll, SunriseSoon, YourWoman, WHAT?!
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Would a Rainforest count as Blue/Green?
Link is destroyed. It need to be a significant change however. A river diverting across the land is not enough to change a green land to a blue and neither is a forest fire. It is still a forest...but a forest fire followed by a massive dust storm might turn it white if the trees don't grow back.Sebazu said:
That would sever the link, but something massive like that is needed.
- Location
- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
You still have to keep the right balance. If you suddenly lose most of one colour it would be bad.Weero said:
That last bit wasn't very interesting, all things being equal. It would probably work as part of a larger chapter but as a standalone it was quite boring because nothing much happened.
That is, I think, one of the weaknesses of serial storytelling, since all installments sort of do stand on their own.
That is, I think, one of the weaknesses of serial storytelling, since all installments sort of do stand on their own.
FalseDead
Consuming Fear
- Location
- Boatmurdered
Lets be honest, all he really needs to figure out is how to make a portal from Westeros to wherever he is.
He basically started pulling Westeros into the 19th century, imagine what a period army of the time could do in a fantasy setting....
Now imagine them being religious fanatics who know that "Winter is Coming!"
He basically started pulling Westeros into the 19th century, imagine what a period army of the time could do in a fantasy setting....
Now imagine them being religious fanatics who know that "Winter is Coming!"
- Location
- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
That depends largely on how much magic there is and how powerful it is. The Grande Armée would kill a lot of orcs if you dropped them into the battle of Gondor, but would be far less effective in settings with good AoE spells.JadeCriminal said:
If he goes into a realm where belief that a being is a god = power= godhood would the believers in Westeros translate?
- Location
- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
Yeah. There are fantasy settings where guns would rule the battlefield, but Warcraft is not one of them.Onmur said:
I'll beta again.
27
"Hey...Hey! wake up." Somebody said and I forced my eyes open, sitting up.
"I'm awake..I'm awake." I grumbled and then blinked at the sight of Dawn laying on her bedroll with a small smile "Sorry. I was waiting for you to wake up. I must have fallen asleep..."
Dawn smiled slightly and then sighed "Thanks..." She collapsed back against her pillow "How long was I..."
"A bit more than three days. How do you feel?" I asked, looking around for the water bottle. The light in the tent was much dimmer than normal so it must be what passes for night here.
"Tired...thirsty. What happened? The last thing I remember is..." She started and then she frowned "The demon was reaching for me."
I grimaced and then nodded, handing over the water bottle "Here, water. Take it slow..."
She took the bottle and sipped at the water, taking a deep swallow before putting it down "So what happened?"
Oh bloody hell. I was never good at this stuff.
I was silent for a moment before I shook my head "He got a hold of you and hurt you badly. The demon...he actually killed you. He paid for it though. I killed him."
Dawn stared at me "I...died?" she asked after a couple of moments.
Sighing, I nodded "Just temporarily. The spirits helped you back to your body...as soon as you were back, I could heal you."
"Master Cloudsong, he said that that kind of thing might happen, that some shamans have done that. I never thought I could..." she started as she took a deep breath, visibly trying to stay calm.
I frowned and then sighed "Dawnie...I'm sorry. It was my fault you got hurt, If I had simply blasted the bastard from the start and not underestimated him, I would not have been hurt and you would not have needed to save my stupid arse."
She looked at the tent ceiling for a moment before she shook her head, turning to look at me "It wasn't your fault. You thought you could take him silently, and we needed to stay hidden. You did all you could."
I grimaced and shook my head "What I did, was forget the most important lesson there is to learn." I said as I picked up the water bottle and sealed it again after quickly refilling it.
Dawn frowned "What's that?"
I smiled slightly "There is always a bigger fish. Now get some sleep, we can talk more tomorrow."
She yawned and nodded, rolling over.
It took only moments before she was back asleep.
I yawned and got up from ground. I had stretched out on the ground to rest my eyes while waiting for her to wake up, wanting to stay closer than my hammock in case there was a problem. Falling asleep on the ground might not have been the best idea though.
Relocating to my hammock I laid back down, soon following Dawn's example and falling asleep.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The next morning I was standing outside our tent, looking around Thrallmar.
Dawn was off with Cloudsong, probably talking about her resurrection.
I frowned slightly at that thought.
Now I really need to keep her away from non magical primitive worlds. She can heal, walk on water, and now returns from the dead.
Luckily it was mages that conjured food, not shamans.
Speaking of mages though...
I frowned and then started to make my way up the hill towards the tower where the mages and similar lurk, doing their experiments and such.
Perhaps I could pick up some books on basic magical theory. Even if they are for a completely different magical systems, not needing to make essentially everything up on your own would greatly increase my ability to learn new spells.
Warcraft mages can do some really nice things, their ability to throw fire and ice being the least of them.
I'm not sure how the ability to conjure food would translate into a mana spell. Mana doesn't really do 'real' constructs very well. They stay made up of mana.
I could in theory conjure food, but that would be a bad idea.
But mages here have other nice tricks. Spell steal, counter spell, blink, teleportation, portal creation. Invisibility.
Even if these things don't translate directly to my kind of magic, having some idea about where to start with it would greatly help me figure out how to do things.
I stopped by the...rather tiny gate of the stone and wood tower. I had not been up here before and I actually expected a larger gate.
Huh, maybe they're not feeling the need to show off.
Glancing around I then knocked on the gate. There was a long moment and silence before I was about to knock on it again when it opened, revealing a undead...I'm guessing man..wearing a robe, his lower jaw was missing, his tongue hanging straight down.
I'll tell you, we didn't see many undead at thunderbluff and the very few that traveled through tended to be more 'well kept'.
On the trip, we didn't see any and there were none traveling on the caravan. After all, their city was on the right continent already.
The look of this thing...ick.
"Yes?" the undead being hissed, his voice remarkably clear for not having a lower jaw.
I cleared my throat, suddenly very happy that they don't smell like they look "Yes, I'm wondering if you could possibly have some books on basic magical theory for sale? I'm interested in furthering my education."
The undead being narrowed his eyes at me "Shouldn't bother! Low potential in you! Start swinging a axe around like the other barbarians."
I blinked at that before I responded "Does that mean you won't sell to me?"
He snarled "Ten gold!" and then slammed the door shut, leaving me staring at the solid oak(or something like it) door.
Oookay..
A couple of moments later the door was jerked open again and I had two books basically pushed against my chest, a rotten looking hand waving in my face "Gold!"
Taking a step back I quickly dug ten small gold coins from my satchel and handed them over, and then he forced me to catch the books as he simply dropped them.
"Go away!" he snarled and slammed the door in front of me again.
I picked the books up and started to make my way down the hill, feeling both amused and confused. That was one of the stranger experiences I have had so far, and considering my life up to this point...
AN// Big thanks to Cytokinesis for betaing this part.
"I'm awake..I'm awake." I grumbled and then blinked at the sight of Dawn laying on her bedroll with a small smile "Sorry. I was waiting for you to wake up. I must have fallen asleep..."
Dawn smiled slightly and then sighed "Thanks..." She collapsed back against her pillow "How long was I..."
"A bit more than three days. How do you feel?" I asked, looking around for the water bottle. The light in the tent was much dimmer than normal so it must be what passes for night here.
"Tired...thirsty. What happened? The last thing I remember is..." She started and then she frowned "The demon was reaching for me."
I grimaced and then nodded, handing over the water bottle "Here, water. Take it slow..."
She took the bottle and sipped at the water, taking a deep swallow before putting it down "So what happened?"
Oh bloody hell. I was never good at this stuff.
I was silent for a moment before I shook my head "He got a hold of you and hurt you badly. The demon...he actually killed you. He paid for it though. I killed him."
Dawn stared at me "I...died?" she asked after a couple of moments.
Sighing, I nodded "Just temporarily. The spirits helped you back to your body...as soon as you were back, I could heal you."
"Master Cloudsong, he said that that kind of thing might happen, that some shamans have done that. I never thought I could..." she started as she took a deep breath, visibly trying to stay calm.
I frowned and then sighed "Dawnie...I'm sorry. It was my fault you got hurt, If I had simply blasted the bastard from the start and not underestimated him, I would not have been hurt and you would not have needed to save my stupid arse."
She looked at the tent ceiling for a moment before she shook her head, turning to look at me "It wasn't your fault. You thought you could take him silently, and we needed to stay hidden. You did all you could."
I grimaced and shook my head "What I did, was forget the most important lesson there is to learn." I said as I picked up the water bottle and sealed it again after quickly refilling it.
Dawn frowned "What's that?"
I smiled slightly "There is always a bigger fish. Now get some sleep, we can talk more tomorrow."
She yawned and nodded, rolling over.
It took only moments before she was back asleep.
I yawned and got up from ground. I had stretched out on the ground to rest my eyes while waiting for her to wake up, wanting to stay closer than my hammock in case there was a problem. Falling asleep on the ground might not have been the best idea though.
Relocating to my hammock I laid back down, soon following Dawn's example and falling asleep.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The next morning I was standing outside our tent, looking around Thrallmar.
Dawn was off with Cloudsong, probably talking about her resurrection.
I frowned slightly at that thought.
Now I really need to keep her away from non magical primitive worlds. She can heal, walk on water, and now returns from the dead.
Luckily it was mages that conjured food, not shamans.
Speaking of mages though...
I frowned and then started to make my way up the hill towards the tower where the mages and similar lurk, doing their experiments and such.
Perhaps I could pick up some books on basic magical theory. Even if they are for a completely different magical systems, not needing to make essentially everything up on your own would greatly increase my ability to learn new spells.
Warcraft mages can do some really nice things, their ability to throw fire and ice being the least of them.
I'm not sure how the ability to conjure food would translate into a mana spell. Mana doesn't really do 'real' constructs very well. They stay made up of mana.
I could in theory conjure food, but that would be a bad idea.
But mages here have other nice tricks. Spell steal, counter spell, blink, teleportation, portal creation. Invisibility.
Even if these things don't translate directly to my kind of magic, having some idea about where to start with it would greatly help me figure out how to do things.
I stopped by the...rather tiny gate of the stone and wood tower. I had not been up here before and I actually expected a larger gate.
Huh, maybe they're not feeling the need to show off.
Glancing around I then knocked on the gate. There was a long moment and silence before I was about to knock on it again when it opened, revealing a undead...I'm guessing man..wearing a robe, his lower jaw was missing, his tongue hanging straight down.
I'll tell you, we didn't see many undead at thunderbluff and the very few that traveled through tended to be more 'well kept'.
On the trip, we didn't see any and there were none traveling on the caravan. After all, their city was on the right continent already.
The look of this thing...ick.
"Yes?" the undead being hissed, his voice remarkably clear for not having a lower jaw.
I cleared my throat, suddenly very happy that they don't smell like they look "Yes, I'm wondering if you could possibly have some books on basic magical theory for sale? I'm interested in furthering my education."
The undead being narrowed his eyes at me "Shouldn't bother! Low potential in you! Start swinging a axe around like the other barbarians."
I blinked at that before I responded "Does that mean you won't sell to me?"
He snarled "Ten gold!" and then slammed the door shut, leaving me staring at the solid oak(or something like it) door.
Oookay..
A couple of moments later the door was jerked open again and I had two books basically pushed against my chest, a rotten looking hand waving in my face "Gold!"
Taking a step back I quickly dug ten small gold coins from my satchel and handed them over, and then he forced me to catch the books as he simply dropped them.
"Go away!" he snarled and slammed the door in front of me again.
I picked the books up and started to make my way down the hill, feeling both amused and confused. That was one of the stranger experiences I have had so far, and considering my life up to this point...
AN// Big thanks to Cytokinesis for betaing this part.
He is indicating the internal magic Winter have. The mana can't be noticed until he channel it, it is not part of him after all.hpackrat said: