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Chaos dwarwes killed not only slaves and oversees,but also killers ? they were more paranoic then germans during WW2,but less then Stalin after murdering Kirow.We humans still are better !.
Mordred as competent ruler - why not ? in Arturian sagas he was competent,too.
And biplane - it is He51,or Cr32 ?
 
ATP said:
Chaos dwarwes killed not only slaves and oversees,but also killers ? they were more paranoic then germans during WW2,but less then Stalin after murdering Kirow.We humans still are better !.
Mordred as competent ruler - why not ? in Arturian sagas he was competent,too.
And biplane - it is He51,or Cr32 ?
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The killers were the Druchii: They killed most people with knowledge of the tunnel, so that Hag Graef's rulers had a escape hatch when they needed one.

Mordred and ruling: His plans will become more visible during the next updates. He is competent, his aims though are not that compatible with most Druchii, or Chaos Dwarfs, or anybody who is not Slaneeshe.

The picture is the one of a CR32: Comparatively modern biplane with inline engine.

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I would make the bi-plane similar to the Hs 123. Good update!
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The HS 123 would be a good choice, but it is built about the far bigger Bramo engine. In my mind the "Pursuit Special" is slightly bigger than the Albatros Fighters of WW1, its engine loosely based on a Small Block V-8 engine, now soaped to the max. In trhe words of the Dawi builder: See the first of the V8 interceptors. Smaller plane, but hurt....

Described in a post very long ago:

The pilot had finished the checks on his "Doppelstorch" and he had not received any notice that the diplomat that he had flown in would need his services any time soon. The twin-engine brother to the famous "Storch needed few maintenance and it had been done quickly. This would give him the time to have a look at the gaggle of planes that occupied the other half of the hangar. They looked like a throwback to another age: they were biplanes, with fixed landing gear and open cockpits. They were small and made even his "Doppelstorch" look like a big aircraft. Some things were clear about them right away: The radiator under the engine indicated a water-cooled engine, the exhaust ports hinted at a V-8 engine. And while the biplane configuration said different the lack of bracing wires and the relatively thick wings said they were more modern than their appearance would let him believe.

"Who are you manling?"
The gruff voice behind him was a surprise and when he turned he found a Dwarf clad in an oil stained overall and a belt with many tools attached.
"Sorry, did`t see you. I am Captain Jörg Issleib, I fly the diplomatic transport over there. Interesting planes there, I have never seen them before."
"Björn Steinier, I do a bit of customer service on these."
"Steinier, as in the Steinier, the Dawi who gave us the Rune of Flying?"
"The very same. So you think these are interesting?"
"Very much so. I think they are quite aerodynamic for a biplane-and is that an engine mounted cannon?"
"Yes, it is. There is a Heckler&Koch M2 between the cylinder banks, fires through the prop. Nobody makes synchronization gear these days, no other way."

"Who built them?"
"Captain Issleib, these are built by the Karak-al-Karaz Flyworks, the first fixed-wing planes, designed by me."
"Wow. Last I heard of you, you were working for Airbus and made Runes of Flying."
"I did till last year. I made the Runes, they taught me how to build a plane. I was going to work there a while longer, but then came the news from Karak-al-Karaz and I knew it was time to make these."
"Sorry, what news?"
"The news that the mechanics guild there made the first Dawi modern petrol engines. When I asked them they were willing to supply me with their Mk. 2 engines. A piece of here, a piece of there and then it just happened. Captain Issleib, you are looking at the Pursuit Special, the first of the V-8 interceptors."
"So this is all-Dawi?"
"Mostly-wings, fuselage, engine is all us. We have some German-supplied avionics, the machine gun and the wireless set."
"Wow, that was quick work then."
" Ha, old Fokker designed some planes in two weeks and build them in less than that. But I had a lot of help by enthusiasts and some of the best Dawi smiths and carpenters wanted in."
"I can believe that. Very well made, but allow me. Why a biplane."
"You are not the first to ask believe me, and I thought about it. But, this runway out there, that is already quite big for a Karak as most are in the mountains and their usual fly machines are Gyrocopters. If I did not want to bother with automatic slats and even more complicated flaps I needed a lot of wing area. Biplane means it is more compact and structurally more sound, when you work with wood that is an important consideration. They are not slow though, the wings have a nice profile to them, there are no wires and we streamlined all else."

"So what is it good for?"
"With the 400hp Mk2 engine nearly 300 kilometers per hour, two hours range and a ceiling of 6000 meters. If you fit a German-made turbocharger much higher."
"Nice, really."
"Well, it is no Typhoon but it gets the job done, at least this is what the seven think."
"The seven?"
"My first customers. There are still Dragons about here and some Wyrms. If you kill them Dawi law says you have a big dib at the hoard. So Thorin Oakshield and the others thought it a bright idea to buy my planes and go Dragon hunting here. Let's see how that works out.
By that time Issleib and Steinier were walking around the planes while the German had a good look at them. They were beautifully made, with seamless wooden construction, milled metal parts and everything just so. All planes had a colorful cartoon of a dwarf painted on their sides, what Jörg took for the pilots name and a nickname-or maybe the callsign above and a motto below.

"Thorin-Doc"
"Gloin-Grumpy"
"Fili-Happy"
"Kili-Sleepy"
"Balin-Bashful"
"Dwalin-Sneezy"
"Oin-Doozy"

"Hey Ho, Hey Ho, off to war we go"

"You know that most Dawi prefer to live below grounds and anybody who wants to fly is regarded as pretty strange already? Well, imagine how different a Dawi must be who is willing to go Dragon hunting in wooden airplanes which could stand some more testing by a newbie manufacturer."
"Now that you tell me…."
 
One question though Why did the Dawi not build helicopters though? It is similar to their gyrocoptors and would be perfect for their mountain holdings.
 
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One question though Why did the Dawi not build helicopters though? It is similar to their gyrocoptors and would be perfect for their mountain holdings.
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Main thing would be the engine power requirements for a helicopter is a heck of a greater. They're only really useful as a weapon once you have turbines. In the korean war with piston engines, they were only really useful for casevac. In vietnam, with gas turbines, they could carry a useful load.
 
My guess is that it's a combination of logistics and capabilities.

In regards to logistics, the Dawi already have a lot of Gyrocopters and -bombers in use, defending various holds, supplying Throngs on the march, scouting, carrying messages, harassing various enemies, and so on, and so forth. All of those Gyros need spare parts to be repaired and maintained, so right now the Dawi can't really afford to mess around with the production systems in place keeping all those Gyros up in the air, which switching to helicopter production might do, whereas producing planes is something they can start from scratch without interrupting existing logistic chains.

And in terms of capabilities, while modern helicopters would obviously perform better than gyrocopters, in many cases they can't really do anything that isn't already being done by the gyrocopters and -bombers. Planes, on the other hand, would give the Dawi capabilities they're currently lacking in, such as dog-fighting aerial enemies.

They'll undoubtedly start producing helicopters at some point, but it makes sense to my why their current priorities seem to be what they are.
 
Don't be too sure in relegating piston powered helicopters as unusable in anything but light cargo, recon, or CSAR duties. The Korean era Sioux was experimentally fitted with a bazooka, and later on twin .50s. The Bazooka is meh here, in this situation, but the twin .50s on the other hand work just fine at creating hamburger out of infantry. Actual rocket racks using 1940s tech, is certainly possible. You can even put Panzerfursts in racks under wings, or in a light helicopter, on stub-wings (the Night Witches did just this on biplanes and Pipers in WW2).

Additionally, the earliest ones had little to no aerodynamical streamlining, which really ruined their top speeds. You can modify a Sioux with an in-line cockpit and entirely cover the open framework with plastic, and you'll get an extra 20-27mph of forward flight out of the same engine (if however greatly decreasing its sideslip speeds).

Its more that in order to mount weapons on the earlier helicopters, you generally couldn't carry a passenger/co-pilot, as the mass of the armaments was greater than the lift capacity of more than 1 crewman. However, there are a few modern garage kit helicopters that use lighter/modern car engines, not turbines, plus aluminum and/or C-C frames, that CAN however carry 1200lbs of extraneous cargo (crew, cargo, etc), which means either 4x crew, or 2x crew and 'fun stuff'. I know for a certain fact that one of the hangars at Arlington Airport in WA state, the one next to where Paul Allen originally had his jet (I was born/raised less than a quarter mile from the airport and visited it daily as a teen), was home to a helicopter with a V12 engine from a wrecked Aventador installed on it. Loud as hell, but it flew just fine.

On that note, might want to look into car scrapyards for intact high-end engines, that can be donated to power inexpensive light helicopters. After all, the Porsche 911 sports/race car actually shares an identical engine with the Sioux helicopter. And since this is Germany....
 
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My take on the helicopter thing is a bit of a mixed bag: First off I am somewhat unhappy with the gyrocopters themselves. Anybody who can make these should be able to make machine guns, ww1-style arty or better and would not mess around with black powder muzzle loaders for armament. They are one of the reasons why I introduced the Rune of Flying, which was intended for weapons only by GW AFAIK, to flying machines.
This very Rune of Flying makes the the requirement for a gas turbine engine a bit moot, as the weight of the helicopter is reduced a decent piston engine would give a useful payload. The problem is something else: Complexity.

Before eleastic EPDM mountings were introduced with the BO-105 the hub of a helicopter was a marvelously complicated this. The hub of a Sikorski helicopter had about 600 parts which all had to work right at the same time. You have to add a rear prop or a second set of blades for more complexity. A gyrocopter may look quite similar to a helicopter but internally it is quite a different beast.
In the early days a lot of aerospace companies of reknown struggled badly in developing reliable helicopters.

tl/dr: Dwarven Gyrocopters fly because of magic and rule of cool. Helicopters: The stumpies still have to learn that they cannot fly. The Earth repells them as they are so ugly....
 
Neustadt, Naggaroth

The humans in what was supposed to be a storage room were all different: Male and female, pale and sunburnt, slender to the point of being waifs or as big as Neustadt's rations could make them. They wore worker's garments, gambeson armor, or German clothes. Some were very young, others seemed old.
All shared the look of incredulity, of trying to deny the truth that was presented to them and could not. Some were shaking, others grabbed the table's edge till their knuckles were white. Some murmured things of no greater import, others silently prayed and most were deathly still as they listened to what was the end of their lives as they knew it.

It fell to Torsten Breitkopf to tell them about it and they could all see that he was aghast as they were. It was also more than obvious that he did his level best to cope and all suspected that was because he wanted to protect them to the best of his abilities. That he was not sure if he could do so was easily discerned by beings who had learned to read the most subtle of signs their masters displayed.

"Thanks to the sacrifice of a good girl, a mage who managed to hide her talent from the Spitzohren, we have ample warning. We do not know what they want here, but the very fact that they send the Darkhand and the Black Guards means it cannot be good. We have built ourselves something great here. Nobody has to fear the whip, no one is raped, we feed all and educate everybody who wants it. And for all of that, you have worked harder than anybody can rightly expect. Now that the bloody Witch-King thinks he can squeeze more blood from stone he wants to end all of that.

I have done my best to avoid that, did what I could to keep them from you. I have failed. Honestly, I do not know what I could have done differently and it is with a heavy heart that I come to you with this news. The question is what to do about it.
I say we cannot just accept getting the whip back on your backs, we cannot see your daughters raped and the old ones slain.
We will not accept this and we will fight. And while I know that you will fight with all your heart to protect your loved ones and what we have built here, it will not be enough. We need to throw ourselves at the mercy of someone, but the Druchii will not be it. I will enact Case Tubman, but I cannot do it alone. Are you with me or do I have to surrender to the Darkhand?"

All in the room were different. They did not answer immediately, but when Anja started they all cheered for their patron, their only hope, Torsten Breitkopf.

Leviathan, 800 kilometers from Kislevite coast

The human eye is drawn to movement. Things that do not move at all are often overlooked, even when in plain sight. That was the only explanation for his current circumstances that Shangxiao Lin Shung could come up with. Apart from that, his mind was filled with shock and fear.

He was in his own cabin, his exalted rank allowed him that much privacy. Up till about five seconds ago, he was sure the most threatening thing in the room was the sap on the walls. He was sitting behind his desk; no weapon was pointed in his direction and nobody made any threats. It was just that a killer sat before his desk and he had not seen him enter. Actually, he got the impression that Ivil Bloodcrest had been there for quite some time while he had his head in the paperwork that the Heavenly Dragon and the mercenaries had saddled the new model army with.

The Druchii had folded one leg above the other, his arms were casually crossed above his chest. Lin's duty revolver was at his hip and he shot well with it. He knew that pulling it from its holster would be suicide.

Ivil Bloodcrest's voice was neither loud nor threatening. Lin shivered still.

"Ni hao, Shangxiao, thank you for seeing me at such short notice."
Shung blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his head from the panic that made anything oh so hard. It seemed to be answer enough to the Night Shift's leader.
"I have come here as I am vexed by this silly question and I could think of none better qualified than you to answer it and lay my mind to rest. Would you mind helping me out?"
Lin managed to nod this time, he suspected that his voice was not yet under control.

"Splendid Shangxiao, I'll be in your debt. Now this question is about something I heard about the old Cathayan army in a way. There was this rumor that the Celestial Dragon gifted his subjects with plots of land and in exchange, they would serve the army. Their simple souls needed guidance of course, graciously provided by the same people who would be their officers in case anybody would be so mad as to challenge the Dragon's might.

Now this guidance was deemed to be so valuable that the officers could expect the farmer-soldiers to perform some tasks on their farms. Some officers gave such valuable advice that the farmers worked quite a lot for them. Actually, so much that their own plots suffered at times. The most unbelievable rumors have it that this work was so much that the army's drills suffered because the fields were so demanding or the farmers were so lazy. Other tales have it that the farmers' daughters were so overcome by the beauty and wisdom of the officers that they tried to seduce those trusty souls. Some even seemed to beat up themselves for this privilege, suffering bruises and other injuries for their bad judgement.

These are of course tales and rumors from the glorious days of old. Now that the world is changing so much the Celestial Dragon in his very wisdom has decreed that there has to be a new model army. An army we unworthies are honored to train. In his boundless generosity, the Center of the Real has even honored the Wild Geese in leading the Cathayan Expeditionary Corps.

Please excuse my verbosity, yet I felt it important to show you what vexes me so much. There is this totally unbelievable rumor that these fanciful stories are not just slander and flights of imagination. Instead, these rumors insist that such things are happening even in this new era and this glorious army. The story goes that instead of working at the officer's plots the soldiers donate from their pay to the warrant officers. Those are then supposed to keep a bit to themselves and give the bulk to their officers. Other rumors say that the female laborers that aid the Dragon's forces succumb to the officers in similar ways that the farmers' daughters in the tales of old. One officer who is the target of such mad love is said to be driven to such despair by such madness that he saw no way out, but to kill himself. How and why he managed to mutilate his genitals so horribly is beyond my understanding. And this very incident gives my mind no rest.

Surely the officers that have earned the Celestial Dragon's trust would not act so stupidly as dupes in tales to frighten the clueless. This army is going to fight one of the most dangerous enemies this world has to offer. The Expeditionary Corps is as far from Cathay as it can be, far from help. It is so important that the soldiers trust their officers, that know they are well led and not exploited. If those tales were to contain a shred of truth it would destroy morale. I know of course that all of this is a rumor, but some silly part of my mind cannot rest in the face of them. Now there is surely no better person than you to assure me that there is no such silliness in the Dragon's forces, isn't there.?

Shung's voice was too high, even in his own ears. Still,the conviction in it was unmistakable.
"Of course such things are not done by Cathayan officers, this would be dishonorable. Only a rumor, I assure you doubly in the face of where we are heading."
"I am so glad to hear that Shangxiao. Thank you for relieving this unworthy mind of his silly notions. It would be a very happy occasion if these horrible thoughts would never return wouldn't it?"
The answer was rushed and great relief shone through. Lin started to believe he would survive.
"Yes, certainly. I am sure there will be nothing to instill such rumors in the future."
"Xie xie nie Lin Shung. I will leave you to your work then."
"Bu..bu ke qi Ivil Bloodcrest."
"A good night then."

The Wild Geese's killer was nearly at the door when Lin's curiosity got the better of him.
"A question Duizang Bloodcrest, if I am allowed."
"Yes, of course."
"When did this unfortunate officer kill himself?"
"In about 30 minutes, I think. A good night then and sorry to disturb you."



Blend kitchen and bar, Berlin, Germany

The room was deceptively simple, with smooth white walls and unadorned wooden chairs and tables for furniture. That a set of chairs and table cost half a months' average salary could be seen, but better perceived by sitting and feeling their rock-like solidity.
The surroundings were just a background to very, very good cuisine. That it was not that expensive was just a topping and had brought the two women at the table to this place. Both were slender, at the end of their twenties and looked fit.
Two wine glasses met in the middle with a clink and two sets of eyes met silently before both sipped a bit.

"You were always the crazy one Andrea, but this crazy? Is this really you? How in god's name did you end up there of all places? Your thesis was well accepted if I remember correctly and didn't you have a number of offers?"
Andrea Hermanns sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She had been asked this quite a lot these days.
"Yes, yes I did and yes it was well enough received. It is just that I tried to network a bit. My father invited me to his local SPD chapter to give a talk on why we need to write out a few species from Germany."
"Write out as in eradicate?"

"Write out as in introducing a virus making them infertile. Yes, we do not need the Short-tailed Wyvern or the Armored Emperor Crab here. Not if we want to have fish and squirrels in the future."
"Whatever. So, what happened with the old SPD?"
"Old cuts it. I was not totally sure if I was at an old people's home or the local chapter of the Sozialdemokraten. No matter, they might not like what I have to say, but there is some novelty that shines into their dusty eyes. So, they ask me to come a bit more often. That more than a few deans have been members of that chapter does not hurt. And there are worse parties than the good old SPD, even if they need to update badly.
The by-election comes around and they need a female name on the list. Young, photogenic, female, having seen the world: I ticked enough boxes. Told me not to sweat it, I was just the standby and shake hands. Did that, got the bleeding T-Shirt. Then Schmidt gets elected, hard not to do in this part of Hamburg. He even got to take the oath and then the bleeder croaks. Sorry, that sounded worse than it was intended, but this really threw a spanner in my plans."
"You could have said no."

Andrea took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders even straighter.
"Monika, you were on Köln with me. What was the most important thing you learned there?"
"Always wear the safety vest or one hand for the ship and one for yourself?"
"Ha, that too, for sure. But really now: What is the most important thing to the Norscans?"
"Keeping your word, no matter what? Not become a Nithlingsverk?"
"Ex-bleeding-actly. When I said yes and when they put my name on that list, I gave my word to serve when needed. That nobody expected me to go through with it is another matter entirely. And it will be for one year or so, so who cares."

"But the committee on budgets? That is quite the senior post or so I hear."
"Schmidt would have been there and by party proportion, the SPD gets one post in there. Since it is for just this year, I got it. And the old geezers are happy that I am there. They finally moved from paper to Excel and have no idea how to work with it. So, I introduced pivotal tables to their planning tools and it will be my lasting contribution I'd say."
"Ha, Andrea Hermanns, Member of the Bundestag, who would have thought it."
"Not me, that is for sure."

Neustadt, Naggaroth

Guarding Neustadt was a dream posting for Druchii who liked to take it easy and valued their lives. They were far from the front lines, which improved their life expectancy considerably these days. It might curb the chances at promotion, but given the losses at Hag Graef, the Darklight Tower, or elsewhere there would be enough openings. Doubly so for those who availed themselves of the many opportunities the tame Germans offered for learning about the new realities that they had brought into this world. There was also a bonus paid to each and every true elf paid by the Neustadt factories.

The actual job could not be easier. The Germans policed the slaves by a network of trustees and had very few discipline issues. The need to catch any slave was simply nonexistent and so far, Neustadt had no need for defense. Well, the latter was not really true, Flugscheiben had attacked the factories several times. It was highly unlikely that the same flying disks had attacked more than once. The Neustadt Arsenal was producing every anti-air piece of artillery the Druchii had. They had not skimped on their own defense and the slow-and-low flying disks had been test targets Neustadt's newest innovations. Standing watch for long hours, measuring range, and performing arcane calculations were beneath a true elven warrior. Not to mention hauling copious amounts of ammo and shoving it in a breech. The slaves themselves manned the weapons that could only shoot at the uncaring sky.
There was a downside, the Druchii guards were not to avail themselves of Neustadt's slaves. One never knew when the good-looking wench was actually a mill operator and using her up in a gang-bang would bring the Witch-King's ire upon one. If one needed slaves for entertainment one was to bring them oneself.

That was certainly balanced by the food and the quarters themselves. There were cantinas that served only the true elven warriors and the food was varied and good. The quarters were spacious, well protected from the elements, and heated well. Only someone who had survived Naggaroth's winters could really appreciate the importance of warmth. The denizens of Neustadt had outdone themselves and installed a heating system equal to the one in Malekith's palace. The floor one walked on was solid enough, but there were small slots between the flagstones. There was a small space between this floor and the load-bearing one below it. Hot air was funneled into this space, providing an even temperature in the rooms as well as a warm floor. And all of that without the hassle of an oven in the room, without the need to feed it wood or coal and without the ashes. Truly Malekith's warriors lived like kings.

The small party that went through the alley that led to these quarters was looking forward to their rest. They went to the small guardhouse at the barrack's entrance to report in when they found no guard. One of them looked into the small office and spotted some nasty stains on the floor when he heard something striking flesh and a gurgling sound. He turned with commendable speed, bringing his rifle up when something unseen left a burning trail on his arm. His sight waned quickly, but he still managed to spot the crossbow bolts that stuck from his comrades. He had time to wonder about who had the gall to attack Malekith's warriors, but his cramping limbs made sure he could not do anything about it.

If the warriors would have arrived 30 minutes before they might have arrived at their quarters alive. Then they would now either breathe the poison that wafted from the under-slab heating or eat things that would kill them at least as fast.
When the pale winter sun rose upon Neustadt there were no Druchii alive and the former slaves erected a steel tower in its midst.
 
Now if only we can get them terrified of spiders, wasps, hornets, and a few other things too.
*is re-reading a certain fic at the same time as this*
 
Malekith seems to get the order for the most stupid action in this war. Instead of helping Breitkopf making new weapons, he decided to act against him, his only source of modern weapons. So his forces are at the brink of defeat. And he can't send too many troops against Neustadt, as he is pressed by the Chaos Dwarves and the Chaos forces. For an elf he reacts too short-minded, but having lived 10.000+ years one can't change so easily. However, Breitkopf needs a new strong partner. Or a slave rebellion within the Druchii empire. Where the slaves have HIS weapons.
 
Druichi would be Druichi.Even if Malekith would succed in reenslaving people, he would lost war thanks to that.

I remember old african story about scorpion and frog - scorpion asked frog to carry him through river, but she say that he would sting her.
he answered,that would kill him,too.
Frog agreed,and when they were in water he sting her anyway.Dying frog asked "why"
and scorpion before dying said - it is my nature.

Malekith too long was asshole to behave normally,even if it means his death.
 
Oh, and a Druchii killer helping Cathayan soldiers and women. I think, the colonel needs new trousers. It reminds me on Analyze That, where Dr. Ben Sobel (Billy Christal) asked Jelly (Joe Viterelli), why he isnt' imprisoned. He answered, the crown witness committed suicide. Sobel remarked, that was terrible. Jelly confirmed. "44 shots into his back. " (I don't know the number of the shots anymore). I guess Ivil Bloodcrest will show less mercy. In any way, I don't think, that after this example any officer else will make a wrong step.
 
Tyr Anazasi said:
Malekith seems to get the order for the most stupid action in this war. Instead of helping Breitkopf making new weapons, he decided to act against him, his only source of modern weapons. So his forces are at the brink of defeat. And he can't send too many troops against Neustadt, as he is pressed by the Chaos Dwarves and the Chaos forces. For an elf he reacts too short-minded, but having lived 10.000+ years one can't change so easily. However, Breitkopf needs a new strong partner. Or a slave rebellion within the Druchii empire. Where the slaves have HIS weapons.
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ATP said:
Druichi would be Druichi.Even if Malekith would succed in reenslaving people, he would lost war thanks to that.

I remember old african story about scorpion and frog - scorpion asked frog to carry him through river, but she say that he would sting her.
he answered,that would kill him,too.
Frog agreed,and when they were in water he sting her anyway.Dying frog asked "why"
and scorpion before dying said - it is my nature.

Malekith too long was asshole to behave normally,even if it means his death.
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A lot of what you say is true. We should not forget that Malekith has to unlearn 5000 years of bad habits which worked all the time. What Torsten did will also be seen as an affront to Malekith's rule, something not permitted. And yes, it is amazingly stupid, but one should not forget that he intended the Black Guard to arrive unnanounced. They would have kept the Germans alive and then the Slaves would magically work even harder. It is just that Anja had her own spy network and the cat is from the bag.

Tyr Anazasi said:
Oh, and a Druchii killer helping Cathayan soldiers and women. I think, the colonel needs new trousers. It reminds me on Analyze That, where Dr. Ben Sobel (Billy Christal) asked Jelly (Joe Viterelli), why he isnt' imprisoned. He answered, the crown witness committed suicide. Sobel remarked, that was terrible. Jelly confirmed. "44 shots into his back. " (I don't know the number of the shots anymore). I guess Ivil Bloodcrest will show less mercy. In any way, I don't think, that after this example any officer else will make a wrong step.
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Funny that Bloodcrest gets 'impacts efficiency', but Malekith doesn't.
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Ivil Bloodcrest applied for a job with the Wild Geese when Malekith genocided all the Bloodcrests for the their failure to pic up the Germans in Neustadt alive. He thought he would be used as an assassin, instead he got to train and lead their Special Operations group, the Night Shift. And these guys and gals give nightmares to nightmares.

What he did was a classic "Cathayan" solution: Lin keeps his face in front of his soldiers and officers, but will end the "milking" of the lower ranks, which should improve morale. Having a court martial for the rapist would have been difficult as the Cathayan officers would have to agree. Thus things are resolved with minimal impact. I hoped that the "suicide in 30 minutes" was good for a bit of black humor and was inspired by a classic Battletech novel.
 
I must say, I am morbidly curious as to what the output of Nanseitoshi's manga industry might look like

(blasted through your fic over the week, possibly endangering my own sleep schedule for it. Nice one, and good to see it's not a *total* stompfic)
 
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I must say, I am morbidly curious as to what the output of Nanseitoshi's manga industry might look like

(blasted through your fic over the week, possibly endangering my own sleep schedule for it. Nice one, and good to see it's not a *total* stompfic)
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Thanks for the compliment, I hope you can catch up on the zzz now. We tried to be realistic within the settings of real physics, weapon systems and GW lore. We made exceptions for the food and raw materials situation, a "realistic" scenario would see mass starvation and we did not want to write that.
Putting a medival/early modern army with some mages against modern troops will be a massacre, any way you cut this. But go to the periphery or involve players who are not Germany and you get more equal fights. This is how we tried to avoid stompifics (or by outteching the Germans, see Citadel of Lead, Nagash or the Cave).

Manga: Please do not take this as the last word as they are the brainchild of Beer, the founder and Co-Author of this story. Yet from memory the old nipponese artists could be quite explcit. Given more modern materials for their art and japanese manga/hentai from Earth and the results could be quite interesting. I could imagine anything from modern renderings of old sagas to Druchii-themed porn.
 
Whenyouseeyou said:
Hey @Wolf1965 will one day warhammer earth and our Earth combine into one and will the wood Elves ever be dealt with?
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No, Earth and the Warhammer World will remain divided for the scope of this story. One update quite a while ago actually stated that the two worlds are difting apart in the warp.

The Wood Elves have been dealt with, after a fashion. They have been forced from their isolation by the Wild Hunt in Germany and Leah's false flag operation before the World Oak. They exchange ambassadors these days, have limited trade in that they exchange pharmaceutically valuable plants and grown furniture against technology. They try to learn more about the world and technology, one avenue for that is enlisting in the Foreign Legion and taking advantge of any scolarship programs offered there.
 
Whenyouseeyou said:
Oh does the warhammer world know the End Times @Wolf1965 and will someone try and become a machine god like in that quest in SB With Science (Genius/WHF)
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This TL started on Alternate History before End Times was published and both me and the founder of this thread dislike End Times intensely. So some parts of this story are a deliberate deconstruction of End Times in fact. There is the Asurian ambassador who thinks a proposed "Alternate History" timeline that is End Times is redicolous. Valaya is saved by the Reiksbund Paladins and motorcycle-driving dwarfs, Nagash dies, taking the Dragon of WH40K with it. The attempt to poison the World Oak fails. All Chaos invasions into the Old World have beed deceisively defeated and Settra does indeed rule in Nehekhara.

This story is headed in a different direction, I hope you still find it interesting.
 
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