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Hmmm...
Im thinking of more tech ideas but im too tired to act upon them
Im thinking of more tech ideas but im too tired to act upon them
From a Dead World (Skaven Quest)
- Thread starter Xantalos
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- Fantasy
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Alright i have a new tech idea for Clan Skryre
The Instigator
Description: A small, cheaply made and easy to produce metal backpack with wires, hooks and tubing digging into the flesh of the wearer
Function: Attached to unwilling Skavenslaves, this backpack remains dormant until the leading Warlock Engineer or Warlord activates the backpacks (Usually through a remote controller) which then causes a series of events to unfold
1. The blood-sugar of the slaves drops drastically due to the workings of the backpack siphoning their blood - incites a desperate feeling of hunger in the skaven's brain - Black Hunger
2. Adrenaline and other physically enhancing stimulants are pumped into the slaves' circulatory system to enhance their reflexes and combat abilities
3. The self destruct switch is primed and will set off once the skaven dies - can explode if killed
These three steps take place within the span of a few seconds and can turn even the lowest and scrawniest slave that is often ignored or killed immediately into a force to be reckoned with, naturally there were many setbacks and problems, the first of which was finding a way to incite the Black Hunger without killing the slave, a solution to this was found by draining the blood of the slave and filtering out the nutrients found in it, this is then stored into a resevoir in the backpack and pumped back into the slave in amounts large enough to keep them alive, but not enough to curb their aggression.
A larger version of this backpack was prototyped for use with rat ogres however it was cancelled when the rat ogres began eating themselves and killing indiscriminately, which led to the destruction of a handful of nearby clans
Despite the Instigator's strength and capability of mass production, it is not an infallible weapon, strategies can be made to counter it, (do not engage in melee with them under any circumstances) they are also prone to malfunctioning and outright killing their "host" or exploding too soon.
The Instigator
Description: A small, cheaply made and easy to produce metal backpack with wires, hooks and tubing digging into the flesh of the wearer
Function: Attached to unwilling Skavenslaves, this backpack remains dormant until the leading Warlock Engineer or Warlord activates the backpacks (Usually through a remote controller) which then causes a series of events to unfold
1. The blood-sugar of the slaves drops drastically due to the workings of the backpack siphoning their blood - incites a desperate feeling of hunger in the skaven's brain - Black Hunger
2. Adrenaline and other physically enhancing stimulants are pumped into the slaves' circulatory system to enhance their reflexes and combat abilities
3. The self destruct switch is primed and will set off once the skaven dies - can explode if killed
These three steps take place within the span of a few seconds and can turn even the lowest and scrawniest slave that is often ignored or killed immediately into a force to be reckoned with, naturally there were many setbacks and problems, the first of which was finding a way to incite the Black Hunger without killing the slave, a solution to this was found by draining the blood of the slave and filtering out the nutrients found in it, this is then stored into a resevoir in the backpack and pumped back into the slave in amounts large enough to keep them alive, but not enough to curb their aggression.
A larger version of this backpack was prototyped for use with rat ogres however it was cancelled when the rat ogres began eating themselves and killing indiscriminately, which led to the destruction of a handful of nearby clans
Despite the Instigator's strength and capability of mass production, it is not an infallible weapon, strategies can be made to counter it, (do not engage in melee with them under any circumstances) they are also prone to malfunctioning and outright killing their "host" or exploding too soon.
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Alright i have another tech idea based off of the Eldar Wraithcannom/D Cannon
(I dont know what to name this one)
Description: This weapon is intended to be carried by 2 Skaven similar to most other weapon teams, that is where the similarities end and the differences begin, whereas weapons like the ratling gun or the warpfire thrower are large and bulky, the (Name) appears to be more slender and light, it still incorporates the backpacks that are universally seen worn by all weapons teams to carry ammunition
The (name) functions by essentially opening a rift into the warp, anything too close to it will be shredded by the chaotic energies of the immaterium or horribly mutated into mewling horrors the weapon is powered by the life energy and soul of the Skaven wearing the backpack (the unknowing Skaven is literally the ammunition) each shot of the weapon drinks from the soul of the unlucky Skaven wearing the backpack, using that energy to open a rift into the Immaterium. The Skaven picked for this is usually a slave or some clanrat who angered their superior, they're usually told that the backpack is what is carrying the ammunition and that as long as they listen to the one carrying the weapon they'll get to live.
The (Name) also has a function outside of combat, using the energy to open a smaller rift to allow warp energy to spill out into the area, this energy quickly solidifies into warpstone which is worth far more than the lives of a few hundred slaves
(Can basically function as both a weapon and a "reliable" supply of warpstone provided the machinery functions as intended and there are slaves to use it on)
I'll let yall/@Xantalos decide the name of it because i still have no idea what to name this
(I dont know what to name this one)
Description: This weapon is intended to be carried by 2 Skaven similar to most other weapon teams, that is where the similarities end and the differences begin, whereas weapons like the ratling gun or the warpfire thrower are large and bulky, the (Name) appears to be more slender and light, it still incorporates the backpacks that are universally seen worn by all weapons teams to carry ammunition
The (name) functions by essentially opening a rift into the warp, anything too close to it will be shredded by the chaotic energies of the immaterium or horribly mutated into mewling horrors the weapon is powered by the life energy and soul of the Skaven wearing the backpack (the unknowing Skaven is literally the ammunition) each shot of the weapon drinks from the soul of the unlucky Skaven wearing the backpack, using that energy to open a rift into the Immaterium. The Skaven picked for this is usually a slave or some clanrat who angered their superior, they're usually told that the backpack is what is carrying the ammunition and that as long as they listen to the one carrying the weapon they'll get to live.
The (Name) also has a function outside of combat, using the energy to open a smaller rift to allow warp energy to spill out into the area, this energy quickly solidifies into warpstone which is worth far more than the lives of a few hundred slaves
(Can basically function as both a weapon and a "reliable" supply of warpstone provided the machinery functions as intended and there are slaves to use it on)
I'll let yall/@Xantalos decide the name of it because i still have no idea what to name this
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Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
Some of them - generally the ones higher than Drillfiend tech level - are things I'll be saving for the more 40k-related sequel since their presence here would make the game even more unbalanced than it already is, but they're all pretty neat ideas that I'm glad you're posting.
Unrelated note, got a surprise for y'all in the next week or so - not an update, but something that's been in the works for a while nonetheless.
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Thank you, is it alright if you can point out the ones higher than the Drillfiend in tech level?
Drillfiend Pictures
Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
I'll try to do so tomorrow or the next day, it's only a few of them. Speaking of Drillfiends...
Gremlins, gretches, and grinkles of the internet.
I may not have an update to this quest for you, but I have something that is, in my opinion, just as good. Possibly even better! Courtesy entirely of @elykk, who you should totally check out and express thanks for making this thing. I present:
THE DRILLFIEND
Isn't it glorious? Isn't it great? It's almost exactly what came crawling out of the pits of my imagination when I dreamt the things up so long ago, and I really owe elykk a debt of gratitude for rendering it so well. Just look at the amount of detail holy shi- Go check out the rest of his art and also the flight simulator thing he's apparently a part of the team for. Link to his art thread.
Needless to say this is gonna be my new avatar and also the title image for the new thread whenever I get around to making it.
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Noooooooo...
Not the Quackin!
It was to kind for this world.
Not the Quackin!
It was to kind for this world.
Xilentxium
Existential Crisis Management
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Oh god it's horrible. I love it
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
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The drill, grasping arms, and rocket-ass are all great, but look at that flesh! It really looks like it's twisting, folded, and wrapped unnaturally around muscle and machine alike! That's just *mwah* amazingly gross. Now excuse me as I worship the porcelain goddess and remove the taint that is my memory of gazing upon the beast.
ConfusedPotato
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It looks horrible...
I LOVE IT!
I LOVE IT!
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It..
Its beautifulI'll try to do so tomorrow or the next day, it's only a few of them. Speaking of Drillfiends...
Gremlins, gretches, and grinkles of the internet.
I may not have an update to this quest for you, but I have something that is, in my opinion, just as good. Possibly even better! Courtesy entirely of @elykk, who you should totally check out and express thanks for making this thing. I present:
THE DRILLFIEND
Isn't it glorious? Isn't it great? It's almost exactly what came crawling out of the pits of my imagination when I dreamt the things up so long ago, and I really owe elykk a debt of gratitude for rendering it so well. Just look at the amount of detail holy shi- Go check out the rest of his art and also the flight simulator thing he's apparently a part of the team for. Link to his art thread.
Needless to say this is gonna be my new avatar and also the title image for the new thread whenever I get around to making it.
Kaboomatic
Where the Wild Things Are
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So
I was going back through the thread, when I remembered these moulder ideas I had
My original intent was to put them all in one post, and I figured, better late than never, right?
So here they are, for your viewing pleasure
I'll probably copy this over to the new thread, when it is formed
1. Biters
- you know how squigs are basically giant voracious mouths on legs?
- we should create giant voracious mouths on legs, but reptilian or mammalian, not fungus
-- imagine hydra biters, that move in packs and seem to somehow get two more members for each one you kill, or bear biters, larger and tougher but no less fast, or dragon biters, that have wings on their sides instead of legs on their bottom and can rain fire down from above
--- obviously these would be heavily uncontrollable, and we would probably use them as a large tide of mouths before the actual clan army
---- or we could put slaves on them, and give those slaves large sticks or poles, to act as spears
----- Or. Or we could graft a slave's upper body onto the biter, so that the slave can control the biter through its mind
------ these we give actual spears. They take time to make. No use having the special biters that take a master moulders precious time to make go to waste
2. The monster maker
- moulder has a whole lot of power on the battlefield in the form of monsters and abominations, but not much way to replenish them after some loremaster or hero unit murders them all
- this will change that
-- the basic premise is that the monster maker is basically a large, semi alive tube, with an incredibly thick and durable outer shell, an inside only containing moulder mutafluid and some other ingredients, and glands that produce that mutafluid and congeal that mutafluid into large amounts of disposable monsters
--- the MMM is wholly reliant on the mutafluid to keep it alive, as it contains all thr MMM's organs and stuff, but it also can't have too much mutafluid, which causes an effect similar to cancer in its everywhere
---- the glands produce literal tons of the stuf per minute, so the MMM semi congealed it with glands near its front, and those monsters, basically just blobs of hate with a mouth and limbs come out of the MMM'S mouth, its only orifice
----- and thus, troop deployment and troop creation all at once
----- its only real weakness is its lack of any method of attack or propulsion
3. Living artillery
- as far as I know, moulder has nearly no long range weaponry
- this should change that
-- basically an elongated squig, but instead of its mouth ingesting stuff, it spits stuff out
--- inspired by the lizardmen salamanders, this guy can vomit out multiple types of 'ammunition', from a sticky phlegm that ignites on contact with oxygen, to highly potent stomach acid, to balls of highly compact, warpstone studded flesh (warpstone optional), or whatever a master moulder desires
----- comes in various sizes, from giant four legged mortar equivalents, to handheld ones, similar to a rifle or bazooka, and everything in between
----- the smaller living artillery come in a parasitic variant that can be attached to or replace the arms of a skaven or rat ogre or any being with arms
--‐--- imagine putting living artillery on a skaven attached to a biter, or a hellpit abomination
4. Bioarmor
- a sentient, if not sapient, parasitic exoskeleton that is grafted onto a lucky, or unlucky, skaven
-- gives the basic package, increased strength, speed, agility, durability, and perception, courage, and loyalty to moulder (the most important part) as well as a danger sense and increased combat experience through a sort of genetic memory
--- also gives a host of weird things, ranging from wings to poison glands to a barbed scorpion tail to the ability to use body fat as projectiles and a whole host of other things
---- this is completely uncontrollable, and each bioarmored skaven/rat ogre/stormvermin/whatever is different from its fellows
----- as such, tactical doctrine for these guys is to deploy them either alone, or in small groups, either alongside others with similar augmentations, like a strike team or a specialty unit, or alongside others whose abilities complement each other and cover gaps, similar to an adventurer party
------ luckily, with enough biomass fed to the bioarmor, it can sprout new abilities after the initial grafting, with larger amounts of biomass giving better results on average
------- it's basically skaven gacha (with biomass as currency)
5. Moulder capture ooze
- one of the main problems faced by a master molder is their inability to replicate and create more esoteric effects, as seen in their failure to truly replicate the Taurus
- let's fix that, shall we?
-- inspired by dragon ogre flesh, which (probably) holds lightning within itself, the capture ooze is a sentient, if not sapient, gel-like ooze, that, when exposed to anything potent, like fire, lightning, earth, fur, scales, and literally anything else, digests it
--- or, more specifically, digests the physical portion, trapping the magic inherent within every object inside clear gel, as the capture ooze either does not have a soul, or has too much soul, which renders it unable to use or interact with magic
---- it also turns different colors depending on what 'essences' are stored within; master molders, with their inevitably enhanced senses, should easily be able to tell the difference between essences
---- of course, this being the skaven we're talking about, the ooze has a drawback: it consumes everything, from air, to pollen, to skaven hands
----- luckily, there's a solution: capture ooze cannot interact with magic, so all a master molder needs to do is coat the ooze in pure magic, and only remove the coating when the ooze is in contact with an object in need of consumption, or when the ooze is filled up with enough essence that it can't ingest any more stuff
------ this is perfectly viable, because I firmly believe that the master molders are secret clerics of the aspect of the horned rat dealing with twisting biology into unnatural forms, similar to how warlock-engineers are clerics of the mechanical side of the horned rat, or how eshin assassins are worshippers of the aspect of the horned rat emphasizing stealth, shadows, and treachery
6. Swarm rats
- moulder doesnt have a hivemind unit, a swarm of entities that think and act as one, which is criminal for a monster breeding clan
- let's fix that, and put a bit of skaven flair on the idea of a hivemind
-- inspired by insect hives and eusocial beings, the rat swarm is a swarm of near sapient rats that are basically the essence of clan moulder, being large in number, utterly unconcerned with ethics, and, most important, limited fleshwarping capabilities in the form of a version of hyper-adaptation, controlled by the leader of the swarm
--- depending on the instinctive needs of the swarm, rats spontaneously mutate, with mutations ranging from gigantism to extra thick and matted fur to wings to gills and webbed feet to poison glands to chameleon coats to whatever else, which makes a swarmrat group able to adapt to any situation
--- the one mutation every swarmrat comes with is fanatical loyalty to clan moulder, and this, more than anything else other than lack of intelligence, is what separates a swarmrat from a true skaven
---- master molders can command groups of swarmrats ranging into the tens of thousands, being able to tap into the collective consciousness of the hive via clerical magic and some specialized implants
----- when this happens, a master molder's swarm is a force to be reckoned with, as the skaven in charge can control the otherwise totally random, spontaneous mutations of the swarmrats, and many a battle will be won with a clever type of mutation applied to thousands of rats
------ tactical doctrine for this unit is to either send the swarm in before the actual army, and trust that any mutations will work out in the skaven's favor, or place them under the control of a master molder and hope that the molder in question does not spend the entire battle tinkering with the swarm
7. Altar of change
- moulder lacks a good army wide continuous buff
- I believe master molders are secret clerics of a different aspect of the horned rat
- let's combine the two
-- the altar of change is a shrine to the fleshwarper, the aspect of the horned rat dealing with morphing and changing biology, which provides a buff to moulder monsters and master/apprentice molders within range
--- the altar is created from a basic shrine to the fleshwarper, steeped in magic for thirteen months (basically a master molder keeping it in their workshop for that amount of time), which is consecrated in one of three ways, each more potent than the last
‐--- either a master moulder can sacrifice thirteen apprentices, spilling their lifeblood on the altar, (the least potent, but still very powerful), or the master molder can spend an additional thirteen months creating thirteen masterwork creations, one each month, sacrificing all of them to the altar at the end of the thirteen month period (a tool able to change the fate of battles), or, most potent of all, the master molder can create an entirely new species, one never before seen on mallus, and sacrifice the first of that species to the altar (the most powerful type of altar, only the most experienced and gifted molders will make more than one in their lifetime, and most molders dont even make one at all)
---- these altars can either be placed within a master molder's workshop, greatly boosting the potency of their creations, or can be wheeled out onto the battlefield, giving all moulder-wrought monstrosities extra power, as well as improving the capabilities of master and apprentice molders
8. Dive bombers
- moulder lacks aerial units
- let's fix that, but with a twist
-- dive bombers are giant (skaven to ogre sized) birds, who's only purpose in life is to drop from the sky and explode in a conflagration of acid, fire, poison, and whatever else
--- most dive bombers contain multiple pockets of highly reactive liquids separated by thin membranes that break when jolted with enough force
---- these pockets can be filled with pretty much anything and everything, from napalm to highly corrosive acid, to poison, to, for the richest and most powerful master molders, liquid warpstone
----- tactical doctrine for these guys is to send the ones that explode in small but intense ways over near hero units or othe priority targets, while sending the ones that explode in large, messy ways to wreak havoc on infantry or cavalry
------ their major weakness is that any impact with sufficient force causes them to go boom, so if a projectile hits one, it'll explode, and then the ones around it will go boom, and the ones around them, and so on
------- useful when the dive bombers are already close to their targets, not do useful anywhere else
9. Moulder mutawand
- something moulder lacks is - you guessed it - troop replenishment
- let's fix that
-- the moulder mutawand, which looks more like a rather long cattle prod than a wand, is a storage device for moulder creatures, kind of
--- the mutawand stores 'charges', which are created by a master molder doing everything needed to create a monster, but imbuing all of the power and resources into the wand instead of a creature
---- the amount of charges a mutawand can store is dependent on the quality of the wand, as well as the charge size, with one large charge (something like a hellpit abomination) equaling 26 medium charges (something on the level of a rat ogre), and a medium charge equaling 13 small charges (giant rats, chaff), but there is no stopping a master molder from carrying more than one wand, with the only requirement being that a molder has to have made each charge themself
----- the mutawand works by sticking the prod end until an amount of biomass, and expending a charge, done by willing it to happen, which turns the lump of biomass (varying in size depending on the monster) into the monster represented by the charge, the whole process taking anywhere between 1 and 30 seconds, depending on the monster
------ tactical doctrine for the mutawand is to expend charges based on what troop type is needed in a certain area, or send a master molder carryong a mutawand and an incredibly dense lump of biomass into an enemy formation, turning the lump into a hellpit abomination, or 26 rat ogres, or hundreds of giant rats
10. Living fortifications
- moulder can do a lot of things, but one thing it can't do is erect fortifications or defensive posts
- let's fix that
-- living fortifications are blocky, dense organisms who's skin has the same texture and consistency as stone or minerals
--- these guys come in many shapes and sizes, from the standard 2 foot by 2 foot by 2 foot LF, to the mini 6inx6inx6in LF, to the long, thin, scaffolding LF, and even to the ooze like cement LF that hardens when in contact with other living fortifications
---- there is another, rarer type of living fortification called an elder fortification, whose skin has turned the hardness and texture of pure iron, and who's body is as dense as steel
----- this fact ensures that the longer a moulder fortification stands, the better it gets, and some even whisper that if any living fortifications made it past 260 years, their bodies would be as tough and dense as gromril
------ tactical doctrine for these is to either use them as building materials or siege weapon ammo, for obvious reasons
11. Rat giants
- one thing that bugs me is that literally every chaos or destruction faction (chaos, beastmen, orcs, ogres, etc.) have giants except for skaven
- let's fix that
-- rat giants are skaven the size of giants, and similar to the broken giants of other 'evil' factions, except they're skaven without a sense of self preservation
--- tactical doctrine for these guys is to either give them armor and shields, and make them the first line of defense against something like a dread saurian, or give them melee weapons and have then destroy entire formations, or give them stuff like cannons, resized skyre guns, or giant warpstone boulders and have them destroy key targets
12. Living laboratory
- moulder's biggest problem is, say it with me, lack of replenishment
- let's fix that, again
-- the living laboratory is a house sized monster, bearing similarities to an elephant, in that it is a large bodied organism with thick hide and tree trunk like legs, but that is where the similarities end, for the living laboratory is more akin to a moving fortress than a beast, bearing multiple living artillery emplacements and other defensive fortifications
--- the inside of a living laboratory is a large hollow space with emplacements for everything a master molder needs to work, from an altar to the horned rat, to warpstone, to biomass, to much more, all culminating in the perfect place for a master molder to create monsters on a battlefield
---- the monsters spill out of the mouth of the beast, and create a living barrier around the lab, preventing harm while the master molder creates even more abominations
----- tactical doctrine for this is to have one skaven steering the lab to places where an influx of monsters are needed, while the master molder just works until the battle is over
13. Mutastorm
- one of the big problems with clan moulder is that it doesnt have a superweapon
- let's fix that
- I'm going to do this a bit differently than my previous entries
- enjoy
-- a plot was being hatched deep within the bowels of hell pit, hatched by packlord verminkin and his most powerful - and least trusted - underling, fleshsculptor stitch
-- after viewing the power of the maze under norsca, the packlord decited that clan moulder urgently needed that same strength
-- so he delegated it to fleshsculptor stitch, because the packlord had better things to do (and because stitch was the best fleshwarper in the clan)
-- and fleshsculptor stitch delegated the actual planning to his assistant, valgrik cripplepaw, because the fleshsculptor also had better things to do (and because valgrik was a much better administrator than stitch ever would be)
-- so valgrik cripplepaw got to work
-- the first thing needed was the actual form of the weapon, and after dozens of sleepless nights poring over dusty tomes and long forgotten lore, the cripplepaw had found what he was looking for
-- for most master molders, this would be when they started recklessly experimenting, hoping for just the inkling of a chance that one of their experiments may have stumbled upon a way to complete their objectives
-- valgrik cripplepaw was not most master molders
-- valgrik cripplepaw dealt in absolutes
-- so the cripplepaw bullied and browbeated hundreds of the finest minds in clan moulder into submission, and promptly shoved them into an enormous locked room containing only a food/water dispenser, dozens of copies of dozens of tomes, and reams upon reams of paper
-- he opened the door three months later to find the bloody corpses of hundreds of the finest minds in clan moulder, paper and tomes that seemed to have been continually burning for years and still was on fire, and thousands of equations covering the walls, all written in blood
-- faved with this horrifying sight, valgrik walked into the room, pulled out a notepad, wrote down every last equation, then, after reading the results for a subjective eternity and an objective ten minutes, ordered his assistants to divide up the corpses into thirteen equal piles, then strode out of the room with a new fire in his eyes; for valgrik cripplepaw had work to do
-- pestilens and the grey seers had taken most of the monstrosities under hell pot, but there were always hidden places; nooks and crannies, tunnels and caves and passages and more that moulder had hidden away from the rest of the under empire, containing beings lucky enough to escape the slaughterhouse that were the infinite warrens
-- they were all rounded up by the forces of clan moulder and brought before the cripplepaw, who personally sorted them into thirteen groups based on dozens of esoteric variables only he could comprehend
-- tens of thousands of horrific abominations had been marched past valgrik and sent to a fate worse than death in the skaven's pursuit of power
-- it wasn't enough
-- so valgrik ordered the unsealing of the experiment chambers, the large caves and sets of tunnels where those experiments who required an ecosystem were stored
-- of course, this angered quite a few master molders, and eventually, one of them tried to attack him, the molder's hands coated in a ever twisting, ever changing pulse of foul green energy that marked him as one of the better fleshwarpers of moulder
-- valgrik shot the molder in the head with a warpstone pistol, then ordered his body to be placed with the others in pile 12
-- that was the last time anybody tries to attack the cripplepaw
-- after that, favors and bribes were tossed around like candy, hundreds of master molders trying to convince valgrik to spare their prized experiments
-- some of the attempts even worked, but still, thousands of creatures, a cut above the festering horrors found under hell pit, were sent to their doom once more
-- it still wasn't enough
-- so valgrik cripplepaw requisitioned a few hundred master molders from fleshsculptor stitch, and immediately set them to work creating all manner of monstrosities according to exact specifications, from enormous, unique, abominations that the world had never seen, to legions upon legions of chaff, for an entire 6 months with only enough breaks to keep them barely alibr
-- hundreds of thousands of abominations had been created by hundreds of master molders, made specifically as sacrifices for moulder's attempt at even more power
-- and finally it was enough
-- the ritual took place in the badlands, for there was nothing in the badlands that would be missed by the skaven, and many, many greenskins to purge
-- if anything, the skaven were doing the world a favor
-- truly the generosity of the under empire knew no bounds!
-- the ritual was ready to begin, thirteen enormous mounds of living and dead monsters, and enormous amounts of warpstone, were arranged in a perfect circle,
-- next to each mound were thirteen of the finest fleshwarpers of moulder, arranged in a perfect circle around each mountain of biomass, each holding an altar of change of the highest quality
-- around each fleshwarper were thirteen apprentices ready to pour power into their master, an altar of change at their sides
-- in the exact middle of the circle stood fleshsculptor stitch, ready to channel his immense power into the ritual, thirteen of the most powerful altars of change in a circle around him, each altar corresponding to a different pile of flesh
-- valgrik cripplepaw stood on a rat giant half a mile from the ritual site, and as the sun reached its zenith, he opened his tome, eyes gleaming with a twisted green fire, and ordered the ritual to commence
-- as one, 169 master molders, 2197 apprentices, and fleshsculptor stitch poured their power into the ritual
-- the master molders started poring their power into the mountains of bodies and piles of warpstone, fusing the biomass of tens of thousands of gibbering horrors and twisted abominations into a solid mass of flesh, spires taller than five rat giants stacked on top of each other
-- thr apprentices were the first to go, poring first their power, then their potential, and finally their bodies into the master molders, creating horrific monstrosities uniquely suited to warping flesh, fat, bloated, beings with 14 heads and dozens of limbs
-- was the ground always this soft? did it always have this squishy consistency, this inner warmth, the gentle rising and falling motion, the soft beating of a heart?
-- oh
-- the ground was flesh
-- the master molders were the next to perish, throwing their entire bodies into the spires with a gleeful cackling, finally able to prove the faith of moulder to the world
-- everything was in place, and all that was needed was a single spark
-- fleshsculptor stitch provided that spark
-- pouring immense amounts of power into the ritual, enough to match 13 master molders, the fleshsculptor provided the last component needed
-- and then a portal the size of a city opened above the badlands
-- the grey seers and plague priests were able to enter the infinite warrens, but they stayed for the most part in the horned rats maze, never straying from its confines, arrogant in their belief that the maze was the only part of their gods domain
-- moulder knew otherwise
-- the warping caverns were a place of rampant mutations and growth, of abominations that kept on turning into other abominations, and the place where fleshwarpers accessed their gods domain
-- one of the greatest abnormalities in the warping caverns were the mutastorms, enormous storms whose clouds were made of flesh and blood that twisted and warped any living beings under their foul gaze, and occasionally discharged bolts of green lightning that could turn rabbits into hellpit abominations, and more powerful creatures into much worse
-- the cripplepaw had calculated the exact location of the largest mutastorm in the caverns, and had managed to open a portal that swallowed the storm up and spit it out into the badlands
-- and then something went wrong
-- the mutastorm had somehow ate the portal, and now small bits of it were warping all over the place
-- including near where valgrik was
-- as the storm emerged, fleshclouds crackling with warp lightning, the only two living skaven within miles decided to get out of dodge
-- fleshsculptor stitch immediately took out a blue blob, crushed it, and eas teleported back to his laboratory in hell pit
-- valgrik cripplepaw had no such luxuries
-- instead, he stood, paralyzed in fear, for a moment, then jumped off the rat giant and crushed a brown orb on his way down
-- valgrik was immediately encased in a brown worm with an incredibly tough hide that began burrowing back to the nearest skaven warren
-- after valgrik had made the days long journey back to his quarters in hell pit, he immediately collapsed onto his bed, only managing to arm the defences before he drifted off into unconsciousness
-- it had been an incredibly difficult and dangerous task, and had nearly gotten valgrik killed many times over
-- but, as the tome of eldritch lore and the small jar of fleshcloud on his desk illustrated, the ordeal had been worth it
-- and far far away, the mutastorm continued its inexorable, teleporting, rampage across the badlands
I was going back through the thread, when I remembered these moulder ideas I had
My original intent was to put them all in one post, and I figured, better late than never, right?
So here they are, for your viewing pleasure
I'll probably copy this over to the new thread, when it is formed
1. Biters
- you know how squigs are basically giant voracious mouths on legs?
- we should create giant voracious mouths on legs, but reptilian or mammalian, not fungus
-- imagine hydra biters, that move in packs and seem to somehow get two more members for each one you kill, or bear biters, larger and tougher but no less fast, or dragon biters, that have wings on their sides instead of legs on their bottom and can rain fire down from above
--- obviously these would be heavily uncontrollable, and we would probably use them as a large tide of mouths before the actual clan army
---- or we could put slaves on them, and give those slaves large sticks or poles, to act as spears
----- Or. Or we could graft a slave's upper body onto the biter, so that the slave can control the biter through its mind
------ these we give actual spears. They take time to make. No use having the special biters that take a master moulders precious time to make go to waste
2. The monster maker
- moulder has a whole lot of power on the battlefield in the form of monsters and abominations, but not much way to replenish them after some loremaster or hero unit murders them all
- this will change that
-- the basic premise is that the monster maker is basically a large, semi alive tube, with an incredibly thick and durable outer shell, an inside only containing moulder mutafluid and some other ingredients, and glands that produce that mutafluid and congeal that mutafluid into large amounts of disposable monsters
--- the MMM is wholly reliant on the mutafluid to keep it alive, as it contains all thr MMM's organs and stuff, but it also can't have too much mutafluid, which causes an effect similar to cancer in its everywhere
---- the glands produce literal tons of the stuf per minute, so the MMM semi congealed it with glands near its front, and those monsters, basically just blobs of hate with a mouth and limbs come out of the MMM'S mouth, its only orifice
----- and thus, troop deployment and troop creation all at once
----- its only real weakness is its lack of any method of attack or propulsion
3. Living artillery
- as far as I know, moulder has nearly no long range weaponry
- this should change that
-- basically an elongated squig, but instead of its mouth ingesting stuff, it spits stuff out
--- inspired by the lizardmen salamanders, this guy can vomit out multiple types of 'ammunition', from a sticky phlegm that ignites on contact with oxygen, to highly potent stomach acid, to balls of highly compact, warpstone studded flesh (warpstone optional), or whatever a master moulder desires
----- comes in various sizes, from giant four legged mortar equivalents, to handheld ones, similar to a rifle or bazooka, and everything in between
----- the smaller living artillery come in a parasitic variant that can be attached to or replace the arms of a skaven or rat ogre or any being with arms
--‐--- imagine putting living artillery on a skaven attached to a biter, or a hellpit abomination
4. Bioarmor
- a sentient, if not sapient, parasitic exoskeleton that is grafted onto a lucky, or unlucky, skaven
-- gives the basic package, increased strength, speed, agility, durability, and perception, courage, and loyalty to moulder (the most important part) as well as a danger sense and increased combat experience through a sort of genetic memory
--- also gives a host of weird things, ranging from wings to poison glands to a barbed scorpion tail to the ability to use body fat as projectiles and a whole host of other things
---- this is completely uncontrollable, and each bioarmored skaven/rat ogre/stormvermin/whatever is different from its fellows
----- as such, tactical doctrine for these guys is to deploy them either alone, or in small groups, either alongside others with similar augmentations, like a strike team or a specialty unit, or alongside others whose abilities complement each other and cover gaps, similar to an adventurer party
------ luckily, with enough biomass fed to the bioarmor, it can sprout new abilities after the initial grafting, with larger amounts of biomass giving better results on average
------- it's basically skaven gacha (with biomass as currency)
5. Moulder capture ooze
- one of the main problems faced by a master molder is their inability to replicate and create more esoteric effects, as seen in their failure to truly replicate the Taurus
- let's fix that, shall we?
-- inspired by dragon ogre flesh, which (probably) holds lightning within itself, the capture ooze is a sentient, if not sapient, gel-like ooze, that, when exposed to anything potent, like fire, lightning, earth, fur, scales, and literally anything else, digests it
--- or, more specifically, digests the physical portion, trapping the magic inherent within every object inside clear gel, as the capture ooze either does not have a soul, or has too much soul, which renders it unable to use or interact with magic
---- it also turns different colors depending on what 'essences' are stored within; master molders, with their inevitably enhanced senses, should easily be able to tell the difference between essences
---- of course, this being the skaven we're talking about, the ooze has a drawback: it consumes everything, from air, to pollen, to skaven hands
----- luckily, there's a solution: capture ooze cannot interact with magic, so all a master molder needs to do is coat the ooze in pure magic, and only remove the coating when the ooze is in contact with an object in need of consumption, or when the ooze is filled up with enough essence that it can't ingest any more stuff
------ this is perfectly viable, because I firmly believe that the master molders are secret clerics of the aspect of the horned rat dealing with twisting biology into unnatural forms, similar to how warlock-engineers are clerics of the mechanical side of the horned rat, or how eshin assassins are worshippers of the aspect of the horned rat emphasizing stealth, shadows, and treachery
6. Swarm rats
- moulder doesnt have a hivemind unit, a swarm of entities that think and act as one, which is criminal for a monster breeding clan
- let's fix that, and put a bit of skaven flair on the idea of a hivemind
-- inspired by insect hives and eusocial beings, the rat swarm is a swarm of near sapient rats that are basically the essence of clan moulder, being large in number, utterly unconcerned with ethics, and, most important, limited fleshwarping capabilities in the form of a version of hyper-adaptation, controlled by the leader of the swarm
--- depending on the instinctive needs of the swarm, rats spontaneously mutate, with mutations ranging from gigantism to extra thick and matted fur to wings to gills and webbed feet to poison glands to chameleon coats to whatever else, which makes a swarmrat group able to adapt to any situation
--- the one mutation every swarmrat comes with is fanatical loyalty to clan moulder, and this, more than anything else other than lack of intelligence, is what separates a swarmrat from a true skaven
---- master molders can command groups of swarmrats ranging into the tens of thousands, being able to tap into the collective consciousness of the hive via clerical magic and some specialized implants
----- when this happens, a master molder's swarm is a force to be reckoned with, as the skaven in charge can control the otherwise totally random, spontaneous mutations of the swarmrats, and many a battle will be won with a clever type of mutation applied to thousands of rats
------ tactical doctrine for this unit is to either send the swarm in before the actual army, and trust that any mutations will work out in the skaven's favor, or place them under the control of a master molder and hope that the molder in question does not spend the entire battle tinkering with the swarm
7. Altar of change
- moulder lacks a good army wide continuous buff
- I believe master molders are secret clerics of a different aspect of the horned rat
- let's combine the two
-- the altar of change is a shrine to the fleshwarper, the aspect of the horned rat dealing with morphing and changing biology, which provides a buff to moulder monsters and master/apprentice molders within range
--- the altar is created from a basic shrine to the fleshwarper, steeped in magic for thirteen months (basically a master molder keeping it in their workshop for that amount of time), which is consecrated in one of three ways, each more potent than the last
‐--- either a master moulder can sacrifice thirteen apprentices, spilling their lifeblood on the altar, (the least potent, but still very powerful), or the master molder can spend an additional thirteen months creating thirteen masterwork creations, one each month, sacrificing all of them to the altar at the end of the thirteen month period (a tool able to change the fate of battles), or, most potent of all, the master molder can create an entirely new species, one never before seen on mallus, and sacrifice the first of that species to the altar (the most powerful type of altar, only the most experienced and gifted molders will make more than one in their lifetime, and most molders dont even make one at all)
---- these altars can either be placed within a master molder's workshop, greatly boosting the potency of their creations, or can be wheeled out onto the battlefield, giving all moulder-wrought monstrosities extra power, as well as improving the capabilities of master and apprentice molders
8. Dive bombers
- moulder lacks aerial units
- let's fix that, but with a twist
-- dive bombers are giant (skaven to ogre sized) birds, who's only purpose in life is to drop from the sky and explode in a conflagration of acid, fire, poison, and whatever else
--- most dive bombers contain multiple pockets of highly reactive liquids separated by thin membranes that break when jolted with enough force
---- these pockets can be filled with pretty much anything and everything, from napalm to highly corrosive acid, to poison, to, for the richest and most powerful master molders, liquid warpstone
----- tactical doctrine for these guys is to send the ones that explode in small but intense ways over near hero units or othe priority targets, while sending the ones that explode in large, messy ways to wreak havoc on infantry or cavalry
------ their major weakness is that any impact with sufficient force causes them to go boom, so if a projectile hits one, it'll explode, and then the ones around it will go boom, and the ones around them, and so on
------- useful when the dive bombers are already close to their targets, not do useful anywhere else
9. Moulder mutawand
- something moulder lacks is - you guessed it - troop replenishment
- let's fix that
-- the moulder mutawand, which looks more like a rather long cattle prod than a wand, is a storage device for moulder creatures, kind of
--- the mutawand stores 'charges', which are created by a master molder doing everything needed to create a monster, but imbuing all of the power and resources into the wand instead of a creature
---- the amount of charges a mutawand can store is dependent on the quality of the wand, as well as the charge size, with one large charge (something like a hellpit abomination) equaling 26 medium charges (something on the level of a rat ogre), and a medium charge equaling 13 small charges (giant rats, chaff), but there is no stopping a master molder from carrying more than one wand, with the only requirement being that a molder has to have made each charge themself
----- the mutawand works by sticking the prod end until an amount of biomass, and expending a charge, done by willing it to happen, which turns the lump of biomass (varying in size depending on the monster) into the monster represented by the charge, the whole process taking anywhere between 1 and 30 seconds, depending on the monster
------ tactical doctrine for the mutawand is to expend charges based on what troop type is needed in a certain area, or send a master molder carryong a mutawand and an incredibly dense lump of biomass into an enemy formation, turning the lump into a hellpit abomination, or 26 rat ogres, or hundreds of giant rats
10. Living fortifications
- moulder can do a lot of things, but one thing it can't do is erect fortifications or defensive posts
- let's fix that
-- living fortifications are blocky, dense organisms who's skin has the same texture and consistency as stone or minerals
--- these guys come in many shapes and sizes, from the standard 2 foot by 2 foot by 2 foot LF, to the mini 6inx6inx6in LF, to the long, thin, scaffolding LF, and even to the ooze like cement LF that hardens when in contact with other living fortifications
---- there is another, rarer type of living fortification called an elder fortification, whose skin has turned the hardness and texture of pure iron, and who's body is as dense as steel
----- this fact ensures that the longer a moulder fortification stands, the better it gets, and some even whisper that if any living fortifications made it past 260 years, their bodies would be as tough and dense as gromril
------ tactical doctrine for these is to either use them as building materials or siege weapon ammo, for obvious reasons
11. Rat giants
- one thing that bugs me is that literally every chaos or destruction faction (chaos, beastmen, orcs, ogres, etc.) have giants except for skaven
- let's fix that
-- rat giants are skaven the size of giants, and similar to the broken giants of other 'evil' factions, except they're skaven without a sense of self preservation
--- tactical doctrine for these guys is to either give them armor and shields, and make them the first line of defense against something like a dread saurian, or give them melee weapons and have then destroy entire formations, or give them stuff like cannons, resized skyre guns, or giant warpstone boulders and have them destroy key targets
12. Living laboratory
- moulder's biggest problem is, say it with me, lack of replenishment
- let's fix that, again
-- the living laboratory is a house sized monster, bearing similarities to an elephant, in that it is a large bodied organism with thick hide and tree trunk like legs, but that is where the similarities end, for the living laboratory is more akin to a moving fortress than a beast, bearing multiple living artillery emplacements and other defensive fortifications
--- the inside of a living laboratory is a large hollow space with emplacements for everything a master molder needs to work, from an altar to the horned rat, to warpstone, to biomass, to much more, all culminating in the perfect place for a master molder to create monsters on a battlefield
---- the monsters spill out of the mouth of the beast, and create a living barrier around the lab, preventing harm while the master molder creates even more abominations
----- tactical doctrine for this is to have one skaven steering the lab to places where an influx of monsters are needed, while the master molder just works until the battle is over
13. Mutastorm
- one of the big problems with clan moulder is that it doesnt have a superweapon
- let's fix that
- I'm going to do this a bit differently than my previous entries
- enjoy
-- a plot was being hatched deep within the bowels of hell pit, hatched by packlord verminkin and his most powerful - and least trusted - underling, fleshsculptor stitch
-- after viewing the power of the maze under norsca, the packlord decited that clan moulder urgently needed that same strength
-- so he delegated it to fleshsculptor stitch, because the packlord had better things to do (and because stitch was the best fleshwarper in the clan)
-- and fleshsculptor stitch delegated the actual planning to his assistant, valgrik cripplepaw, because the fleshsculptor also had better things to do (and because valgrik was a much better administrator than stitch ever would be)
-- so valgrik cripplepaw got to work
-- the first thing needed was the actual form of the weapon, and after dozens of sleepless nights poring over dusty tomes and long forgotten lore, the cripplepaw had found what he was looking for
-- for most master molders, this would be when they started recklessly experimenting, hoping for just the inkling of a chance that one of their experiments may have stumbled upon a way to complete their objectives
-- valgrik cripplepaw was not most master molders
-- valgrik cripplepaw dealt in absolutes
-- so the cripplepaw bullied and browbeated hundreds of the finest minds in clan moulder into submission, and promptly shoved them into an enormous locked room containing only a food/water dispenser, dozens of copies of dozens of tomes, and reams upon reams of paper
-- he opened the door three months later to find the bloody corpses of hundreds of the finest minds in clan moulder, paper and tomes that seemed to have been continually burning for years and still was on fire, and thousands of equations covering the walls, all written in blood
-- faved with this horrifying sight, valgrik walked into the room, pulled out a notepad, wrote down every last equation, then, after reading the results for a subjective eternity and an objective ten minutes, ordered his assistants to divide up the corpses into thirteen equal piles, then strode out of the room with a new fire in his eyes; for valgrik cripplepaw had work to do
-- pestilens and the grey seers had taken most of the monstrosities under hell pot, but there were always hidden places; nooks and crannies, tunnels and caves and passages and more that moulder had hidden away from the rest of the under empire, containing beings lucky enough to escape the slaughterhouse that were the infinite warrens
-- they were all rounded up by the forces of clan moulder and brought before the cripplepaw, who personally sorted them into thirteen groups based on dozens of esoteric variables only he could comprehend
-- tens of thousands of horrific abominations had been marched past valgrik and sent to a fate worse than death in the skaven's pursuit of power
-- it wasn't enough
-- so valgrik ordered the unsealing of the experiment chambers, the large caves and sets of tunnels where those experiments who required an ecosystem were stored
-- of course, this angered quite a few master molders, and eventually, one of them tried to attack him, the molder's hands coated in a ever twisting, ever changing pulse of foul green energy that marked him as one of the better fleshwarpers of moulder
-- valgrik shot the molder in the head with a warpstone pistol, then ordered his body to be placed with the others in pile 12
-- that was the last time anybody tries to attack the cripplepaw
-- after that, favors and bribes were tossed around like candy, hundreds of master molders trying to convince valgrik to spare their prized experiments
-- some of the attempts even worked, but still, thousands of creatures, a cut above the festering horrors found under hell pit, were sent to their doom once more
-- it still wasn't enough
-- so valgrik cripplepaw requisitioned a few hundred master molders from fleshsculptor stitch, and immediately set them to work creating all manner of monstrosities according to exact specifications, from enormous, unique, abominations that the world had never seen, to legions upon legions of chaff, for an entire 6 months with only enough breaks to keep them barely alibr
-- hundreds of thousands of abominations had been created by hundreds of master molders, made specifically as sacrifices for moulder's attempt at even more power
-- and finally it was enough
-- the ritual took place in the badlands, for there was nothing in the badlands that would be missed by the skaven, and many, many greenskins to purge
-- if anything, the skaven were doing the world a favor
-- truly the generosity of the under empire knew no bounds!
-- the ritual was ready to begin, thirteen enormous mounds of living and dead monsters, and enormous amounts of warpstone, were arranged in a perfect circle,
-- next to each mound were thirteen of the finest fleshwarpers of moulder, arranged in a perfect circle around each mountain of biomass, each holding an altar of change of the highest quality
-- around each fleshwarper were thirteen apprentices ready to pour power into their master, an altar of change at their sides
-- in the exact middle of the circle stood fleshsculptor stitch, ready to channel his immense power into the ritual, thirteen of the most powerful altars of change in a circle around him, each altar corresponding to a different pile of flesh
-- valgrik cripplepaw stood on a rat giant half a mile from the ritual site, and as the sun reached its zenith, he opened his tome, eyes gleaming with a twisted green fire, and ordered the ritual to commence
-- as one, 169 master molders, 2197 apprentices, and fleshsculptor stitch poured their power into the ritual
-- the master molders started poring their power into the mountains of bodies and piles of warpstone, fusing the biomass of tens of thousands of gibbering horrors and twisted abominations into a solid mass of flesh, spires taller than five rat giants stacked on top of each other
-- thr apprentices were the first to go, poring first their power, then their potential, and finally their bodies into the master molders, creating horrific monstrosities uniquely suited to warping flesh, fat, bloated, beings with 14 heads and dozens of limbs
-- was the ground always this soft? did it always have this squishy consistency, this inner warmth, the gentle rising and falling motion, the soft beating of a heart?
-- oh
-- the ground was flesh
-- the master molders were the next to perish, throwing their entire bodies into the spires with a gleeful cackling, finally able to prove the faith of moulder to the world
-- everything was in place, and all that was needed was a single spark
-- fleshsculptor stitch provided that spark
-- pouring immense amounts of power into the ritual, enough to match 13 master molders, the fleshsculptor provided the last component needed
-- and then a portal the size of a city opened above the badlands
-- the grey seers and plague priests were able to enter the infinite warrens, but they stayed for the most part in the horned rats maze, never straying from its confines, arrogant in their belief that the maze was the only part of their gods domain
-- moulder knew otherwise
-- the warping caverns were a place of rampant mutations and growth, of abominations that kept on turning into other abominations, and the place where fleshwarpers accessed their gods domain
-- one of the greatest abnormalities in the warping caverns were the mutastorms, enormous storms whose clouds were made of flesh and blood that twisted and warped any living beings under their foul gaze, and occasionally discharged bolts of green lightning that could turn rabbits into hellpit abominations, and more powerful creatures into much worse
-- the cripplepaw had calculated the exact location of the largest mutastorm in the caverns, and had managed to open a portal that swallowed the storm up and spit it out into the badlands
-- and then something went wrong
-- the mutastorm had somehow ate the portal, and now small bits of it were warping all over the place
-- including near where valgrik was
-- as the storm emerged, fleshclouds crackling with warp lightning, the only two living skaven within miles decided to get out of dodge
-- fleshsculptor stitch immediately took out a blue blob, crushed it, and eas teleported back to his laboratory in hell pit
-- valgrik cripplepaw had no such luxuries
-- instead, he stood, paralyzed in fear, for a moment, then jumped off the rat giant and crushed a brown orb on his way down
-- valgrik was immediately encased in a brown worm with an incredibly tough hide that began burrowing back to the nearest skaven warren
-- after valgrik had made the days long journey back to his quarters in hell pit, he immediately collapsed onto his bed, only managing to arm the defences before he drifted off into unconsciousness
-- it had been an incredibly difficult and dangerous task, and had nearly gotten valgrik killed many times over
-- but, as the tome of eldritch lore and the small jar of fleshcloud on his desk illustrated, the ordeal had been worth it
-- and far far away, the mutastorm continued its inexorable, teleporting, rampage across the badlands
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- Bordeaux
Thank you people :>
I must say I enjoyed a lot drawing gross stuff for a while, now I kinda wanna buy minis again.
I must say I enjoyed a lot drawing gross stuff for a while, now I kinda wanna buy minis again.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That is a nasty piece of awesomeness.
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- A pile of cheese
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- Germany
Talking about Necromancy, how problematic is that "drives you insane" aspect on Skaven really?
I mean paranoia and delusions are more like the base status than a particular issue.
Still, if it's bad enough we better hope Rictus finds something like Vampirism or Lichdom as long as they are yet functional.
I mean paranoia and delusions are more like the base status than a particular issue.
Still, if it's bad enough we better hope Rictus finds something like Vampirism or Lichdom as long as they are yet functional.
Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
Still worse on an individual basis, given that the average human necromancer is likely to have been a 'dropout' from the Colleges of Magic or equivalent that gets a little too obsessed with mortality, and thus will have some measure of skill behind them. But the gap isn't nearly as big as it was before, and their senior mages definitely equal or surpass your average human necromancer. And being skaven, there are rather a lot of them.
It's a different kind of unstable - baseline skaven are megalomaniacal, paranoid, and delusional to varying degrees, but they're also intensely social creatures that deeply desire the closeness of their kind, hence all the musks they use. This urge can express itself in odd ways in those with the power to isolate themselves for their own safety (see Thanquol and his freshly harvested infant beds) but it's still there. In the necromancers of Rictus, though, it ... isn't. They're detached from the rhythms of life and death, and thus skaven social cues, as much as skaven are from those of other species, and it's deeply creepy for a skaven to interact with a necromancer of their kind. It's like talking to a skeleton pretending to be a skaven by wearing desiccated flesh over its bones. Kinda like how people with antisocial personality disorder seem to humans.
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That doesn't sound like they'll decend into a non-functional state anytime soon, so that's good enough.
Funny thing Skaven does have a good mind for necromancy because shysh is drive in part by the mortal mind drive of is own mortality, sometime the skaven deal in a dealy basis even more than humans.
Now, I want to ask something to Xanathos: what is your interpretation of Malekith? I have seen Imrix in ulthuan quest and ganaoso in the naggaroth one, so I want to see what are your intepretation.
Now, I want to ask something to Xanathos: what is your interpretation of Malekith? I have seen Imrix in ulthuan quest and ganaoso in the naggaroth one, so I want to see what are your intepretation.
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Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
He's Elf Darth Vader, if I had to summarize him in 3 words. Not just aesthetically, but thematically and narratively too.
Possible, yes. There are a few factors making it unlikely, but if you can provide good enough arguments in its favor I'd make it a thing. First is that doing what he did is insane even for a skaven - he was basically trying to bootstrap a divine ascension in the span of a few days by eating daemons and raw warp energy and stitching them to his soul one at a time so he could incorporate them into himself. The fact that it worked for as long as it did is a miracle in and of itself - Sigmar's ascension to godhood was a relatively quick one and it still took him like 50 years. So someone else trying to conceptualize that idea without going through what was basically a psychotic break like Ghorth did seems a mite unlikely - though a partial version of the process would be more plausible. Second is that your collective souls belong to the Horned Rat, and he brooks no competitors - especially since a piece of his Warren now resides in the physical plane, thanks to your efforts. Trying to pull a Ghorth without his approval of some sort would likely end with a hefty smiting coming down on whichever hapless hero unit was trying it. Third is that it's a really, really hazardous thing to do, especially since skaven have naturally more fragile souls than dwarfs do. It's likely that none of your hero units save for Kritislik or Thanquol could try it without melting into an elephant's foot of pure, concentrated fuck.
So there's some obstacles, but it's mainly because I can't see where the idea would come from. 'Eat daemons and warp juice until I can eat my god and then be god' isn't an idea that comes to many people outside of those at the literal end of every rope they could grab.