- Location
- United states
Imagine that after a stat reaches a certain point it becomes astronomical to raise them barring certain methods like the Well of Mimir.
LokiQuest: Re-Reshape and Retry (CK2)
- Thread starter Black King
- Start date
Even if that's the case we are going to change back and we should use every method to raise our natural stats to were post sack Loki is.
A part of me wants to go back to the well to sacrifice more once we have something worth giving and dump all of it into one stat like all martial or all diplomacy.
If we want to get our stats up we could still probably make a martial boosting serum because of our learning, also don't remember but did your idea about the re-specialization magic serum get an ok?
@KnowledgeKing has our relationship with Balder gotten any closer?
@KnowledgeKing if we asked Amora to borrow and study the books on magical forging for one or two turns would the dc be lower than to convince her to allow us entry into Odin's library?
How does forging work? Is it based on our learning and not the stat? Then what does the stat do?
If I am not mistaken it is forging+learning.
Edit: If we had the full forging skill we would be getting even better Artifacts.
Added something to the plan, check over it.
Omake: Attack Two; Electric Boogaloo
Attack Two; Electric Boogaloo
Tyr was a simple man, with simple interest. He enjoyed the small things in life. He enjoyed the fishing trip, where both the guardian and Queen showed and had fun, he enjoyed the way Karnilla's face lit up when he showed her his gift. He enjoyed how much this was going to hurt. Quite literally crashing a party of about 7 denizens of Muspelheim, Tyr got to work. The new armor, helpfully provided by Loki, that sly son of a gun, worked to optimal proficiency and spawned forth his chosen weapon. In an instant he had a spear that fit comfortably into his hand, and the next second it was emptying the guts of the closest infernal.
Subtly was never something Tyr was meant for, and he hadn't planned to start it now. A swarming mass of the residents of the planet rose to meet him, blood boiling and smacking their lips at the smell of the thing they hated most. Asgardians. A second paced out, then two. Soon the bravest, or perhaps dumbest of them, attacked. This one had wings and screeched as it came in to claw at Tyr's helmet. The spear in his hand turned quickly into a one sided axe and flew out his hand just as fast, imbedding into the cranium of the flying bastard. This seemed to break the trance, as the masses came down, hoping to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
The suit changed again, blasters appearing on his shoulders as he spawned another spear. A bulky Muspelheimian came this time, muscles rippled through it and it raised a club half its size. The turrets tore apart the demon's innards and Tyr stabbed into it's nasal cavity, exiting out long enough for the nanites to shape change once more. The infernal's head popped audibly as Tyr braced himself with his new meat shield, the fool's arms permanently stuck upwards in its attempted attack. A pop-up on his HUD zoned in on the more dangerous creatures.
'Missiles or cannons, missiles or cannons…. Missiles for sure.'
A scattered barrage of explosives exited his sides and locked onto their targets, moving with precision. Blood pounded in Tyr's ears as the screams of the infernals sung out. He moved his meat shield to his left, catching a lance of an armored Muspelheimian. A guttural noise left its throat and a peek showed a build up of fire about to exit it's gullet.
'Can't have that.'
A swift uppercut shut it up for good, and a strong follow up into the solar plexus doubled it over. He once more transformed his weapon and brought down the spear's end on its head and prepped for the next challenger. More of the damned bastards started to fill the air and despite the gruesomeness that he displayed few seemed deterred if at all. He couldn't keep this up forever, not like this. He needed a foothold, somewhere to place his back against the wall, but he was being attacked on all sides. There wasn't enough nanites to waste building, and he certainly couldn't stop and ask them to wait for him to recover more.
But then a gruesome thought filled his mind. The answer was right before him, barring down on him. A smile, bloodthirsty and primal graced his face, and Tyr hollered out in a way that deafened all the hisses and shouts from his opposition. If he could not build with what he had, he'd just need to build from what was around him. He charged into the fray of hellfire and outrage, tearing into the enemy with renewed vigor. Soon the bodies began to stack themselves. For every one he killed another three were there to replace, allowing him all the resources he needed.
more, More MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE
Tyr wasn't sure when but at some point the horde he fought had begun to trinkle down to a stream, the mound of corpses he built his claim on slowing production as the creatures stopped hunting him and started being hunted. A small few fresh wounds covered him inside the armor, the suit nearly reaching its limit for the day, and Tyr began to sit down, and stretch as the final gasp of the hellspawn to his left sounded out, clutched its crushed throat.
He brushed of the liver that had ended up lying on his shoulder, and tried to find a comfy, non-spiky, non-fiery place to relax. He slowed his breathing and the adrenaline faded from his weary veins. Then a trident, thrice his size and made of brimstone landed in the place his head would've been had his suit not alerted him to the imminent danger. Once more Tyr rose to face this newest addition to his abode. This one held two split heads and rose standing a mighty 30 feet, a titan even among Fire Giants. His flames flashed blue over him for a moment as he stared down Tyr. An unending hatred for all he represented.
"So Asgard comes once more to attack our home then? I told these fools would should've retaliated. So be it, after I have rendered your spine into dust and immolated your soul, I'll be coming for Odin and his offspring next."
" 'Fraid it isn't Asgard your dealing with. I come of my own volition. "
"It matters not you fool. I, twelfth spawn of Sutur, Yana Kati-"
The resulting turret fire cut its monologue short, and without any hesitation the battle began. The suit's engines roared to life as he took off and he added to the turrets with a few pulse blasters forming on his forearms. He peppered the behemoth, bothe heads beginning to spew forth fire that would've turned him into cinders had the suit's fast reaction boosters not existed. Tyr flew around the giant, swooping in and out as he tried to bring down Yana. The fire in the monsters empty eye socket turned a deep blue and the flames intensified, nearly catching Tyr.
Tyr found himself less lucky dodging the trident it carried, and found himself sailing towards the ground, forcefield broken with a single attack. He hadn't been given a moment of reprieve, as the blue flames once more landed where he'd been. With no ability to dodge in his current state, Tyr spawned a massive Tower Shield and tried to hold. He had only a scant few seconds before the flames overwhelmed him, and the heat was already unbearable from the thick shield he held. He quickly began to utilize the teleporter he still kept with him, miraculously having survived the horde. A bit of momentary nausea and he was a far, far away from his opposition. Tyr grit his teeth, and stared at his blistered hands.
Dammit did he hate having to run away. A small command and the suit had him zoomed on to his would be killer. The creature had ceased its searing flames and peered over the molten remains of the tower shield. Perhaps a different approach would be ne-
Would user: Tyr of Asgard, like to commence pulsary bombardment?
Pulsary bomb what now? A small crease of his brow formed, before Tyr accepted tentatively.
Affirmative. All systems energy are being rerouted to Cannons. Please aim at target.
Alright then. Tyr held steady, keeping his aim true as he had learned. The cannon on his arm had its side launch out to properly brace him, and a scope was provided to keep the target insight. As heat began to radiate off of the miniature death machine Yana had turned, seeming to actually see him. For a moment their eyes met, and then it saw the cannon before the energy leapt out. Soaring it went, cleaving through the soot covered Earth and penetrating the goliath without resistance. A quake sounded off as the body fell.
Energy depleted . Accessing emergency reserves. Full energy recovery estimated in… 12 hours
So that was that. A deep sigh of relief left Tyr's throat as he sat once more opening the faceplate on his head. Well this made one hell of a welcome party, that's for sure. As the thought left Tyr's head the after party decided to make its presence known by with a growl. Another sigh left his lips and he turned to face yet another foe. This time, a wingless dragon met his gaze, broken chains decorating its form. Tyr's faceplate closed shut resolutely and He spawned another spear, ready for glory. As the beast roared out, molten magma spewing forth in flakes he responded with his own words, a mantra that described every action Tyr took and why.
"FOR ASGARD"
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Tyr awoke from his glorious dream. Stretching his limbs and getting limber, he soberly began his daily routine, looking out onto the peaceful hellscape. Disappointment filled his bones, as he remembered being told off by the Nova Corps for attempting to start a mass brawl. He could not even headbutt a fiend into a wall without their interruption!
Truly Tyr's life is suffering.
Tyr was a simple man, with simple interest. He enjoyed the small things in life. He enjoyed the fishing trip, where both the guardian and Queen showed and had fun, he enjoyed the way Karnilla's face lit up when he showed her his gift. He enjoyed how much this was going to hurt. Quite literally crashing a party of about 7 denizens of Muspelheim, Tyr got to work. The new armor, helpfully provided by Loki, that sly son of a gun, worked to optimal proficiency and spawned forth his chosen weapon. In an instant he had a spear that fit comfortably into his hand, and the next second it was emptying the guts of the closest infernal.
Subtly was never something Tyr was meant for, and he hadn't planned to start it now. A swarming mass of the residents of the planet rose to meet him, blood boiling and smacking their lips at the smell of the thing they hated most. Asgardians. A second paced out, then two. Soon the bravest, or perhaps dumbest of them, attacked. This one had wings and screeched as it came in to claw at Tyr's helmet. The spear in his hand turned quickly into a one sided axe and flew out his hand just as fast, imbedding into the cranium of the flying bastard. This seemed to break the trance, as the masses came down, hoping to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
The suit changed again, blasters appearing on his shoulders as he spawned another spear. A bulky Muspelheimian came this time, muscles rippled through it and it raised a club half its size. The turrets tore apart the demon's innards and Tyr stabbed into it's nasal cavity, exiting out long enough for the nanites to shape change once more. The infernal's head popped audibly as Tyr braced himself with his new meat shield, the fool's arms permanently stuck upwards in its attempted attack. A pop-up on his HUD zoned in on the more dangerous creatures.
'Missiles or cannons, missiles or cannons…. Missiles for sure.'
A scattered barrage of explosives exited his sides and locked onto their targets, moving with precision. Blood pounded in Tyr's ears as the screams of the infernals sung out. He moved his meat shield to his left, catching a lance of an armored Muspelheimian. A guttural noise left its throat and a peek showed a build up of fire about to exit it's gullet.
'Can't have that.'
A swift uppercut shut it up for good, and a strong follow up into the solar plexus doubled it over. He once more transformed his weapon and brought down the spear's end on its head and prepped for the next challenger. More of the damned bastards started to fill the air and despite the gruesomeness that he displayed few seemed deterred if at all. He couldn't keep this up forever, not like this. He needed a foothold, somewhere to place his back against the wall, but he was being attacked on all sides. There wasn't enough nanites to waste building, and he certainly couldn't stop and ask them to wait for him to recover more.
But then a gruesome thought filled his mind. The answer was right before him, barring down on him. A smile, bloodthirsty and primal graced his face, and Tyr hollered out in a way that deafened all the hisses and shouts from his opposition. If he could not build with what he had, he'd just need to build from what was around him. He charged into the fray of hellfire and outrage, tearing into the enemy with renewed vigor. Soon the bodies began to stack themselves. For every one he killed another three were there to replace, allowing him all the resources he needed.
more, More MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE
Tyr wasn't sure when but at some point the horde he fought had begun to trinkle down to a stream, the mound of corpses he built his claim on slowing production as the creatures stopped hunting him and started being hunted. A small few fresh wounds covered him inside the armor, the suit nearly reaching its limit for the day, and Tyr began to sit down, and stretch as the final gasp of the hellspawn to his left sounded out, clutched its crushed throat.
He brushed of the liver that had ended up lying on his shoulder, and tried to find a comfy, non-spiky, non-fiery place to relax. He slowed his breathing and the adrenaline faded from his weary veins. Then a trident, thrice his size and made of brimstone landed in the place his head would've been had his suit not alerted him to the imminent danger. Once more Tyr rose to face this newest addition to his abode. This one held two split heads and rose standing a mighty 30 feet, a titan even among Fire Giants. His flames flashed blue over him for a moment as he stared down Tyr. An unending hatred for all he represented.
"So Asgard comes once more to attack our home then? I told these fools would should've retaliated. So be it, after I have rendered your spine into dust and immolated your soul, I'll be coming for Odin and his offspring next."
" 'Fraid it isn't Asgard your dealing with. I come of my own volition. "
"It matters not you fool. I, twelfth spawn of Sutur, Yana Kati-"
The resulting turret fire cut its monologue short, and without any hesitation the battle began. The suit's engines roared to life as he took off and he added to the turrets with a few pulse blasters forming on his forearms. He peppered the behemoth, bothe heads beginning to spew forth fire that would've turned him into cinders had the suit's fast reaction boosters not existed. Tyr flew around the giant, swooping in and out as he tried to bring down Yana. The fire in the monsters empty eye socket turned a deep blue and the flames intensified, nearly catching Tyr.
Tyr found himself less lucky dodging the trident it carried, and found himself sailing towards the ground, forcefield broken with a single attack. He hadn't been given a moment of reprieve, as the blue flames once more landed where he'd been. With no ability to dodge in his current state, Tyr spawned a massive Tower Shield and tried to hold. He had only a scant few seconds before the flames overwhelmed him, and the heat was already unbearable from the thick shield he held. He quickly began to utilize the teleporter he still kept with him, miraculously having survived the horde. A bit of momentary nausea and he was a far, far away from his opposition. Tyr grit his teeth, and stared at his blistered hands.
Dammit did he hate having to run away. A small command and the suit had him zoomed on to his would be killer. The creature had ceased its searing flames and peered over the molten remains of the tower shield. Perhaps a different approach would be ne-
Would user: Tyr of Asgard, like to commence pulsary bombardment?
Pulsary bomb what now? A small crease of his brow formed, before Tyr accepted tentatively.
Affirmative. All systems energy are being rerouted to Cannons. Please aim at target.
Alright then. Tyr held steady, keeping his aim true as he had learned. The cannon on his arm had its side launch out to properly brace him, and a scope was provided to keep the target insight. As heat began to radiate off of the miniature death machine Yana had turned, seeming to actually see him. For a moment their eyes met, and then it saw the cannon before the energy leapt out. Soaring it went, cleaving through the soot covered Earth and penetrating the goliath without resistance. A quake sounded off as the body fell.
Energy depleted . Accessing emergency reserves. Full energy recovery estimated in… 12 hours
So that was that. A deep sigh of relief left Tyr's throat as he sat once more opening the faceplate on his head. Well this made one hell of a welcome party, that's for sure. As the thought left Tyr's head the after party decided to make its presence known by with a growl. Another sigh left his lips and he turned to face yet another foe. This time, a wingless dragon met his gaze, broken chains decorating its form. Tyr's faceplate closed shut resolutely and He spawned another spear, ready for glory. As the beast roared out, molten magma spewing forth in flakes he responded with his own words, a mantra that described every action Tyr took and why.
"FOR ASGARD"
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Tyr awoke from his glorious dream. Stretching his limbs and getting limber, he soberly began his daily routine, looking out onto the peaceful hellscape. Disappointment filled his bones, as he remembered being told off by the Nova Corps for attempting to start a mass brawl. He could not even headbutt a fiend into a wall without their interruption!
Truly Tyr's life is suffering.
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- Location
- Bulgaria
[X] Hard Decision
Sigyn will probably end up doing what she is ordered to do by Amora.
Also telepathy does not allow us to do anything other than speak to others so we cannot use it to find locations. We could use it to find where people are or where they are not but not locations where there is no one.
Asgard's surveillance is Egil so we could just ask him where they are, but he is probably already taking us there.
I would assume we already know about the defense protocols since we were king, and we already know about what there defences are, our character sheet shows the upgrades made to Asgard lately.
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Sena Kumo
The Tenth Wandering Cloud
- Location
- Portugal
I wonder how long it took them to realize that...
- Location
- United states
Actually that's why the plan calls for forging an artifact that gives us that.
Sena Kumo
The Tenth Wandering Cloud
- Location
- Portugal
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Look at the plan, he has it to give us telepathy.
My bad, thought the plan called for spending the points on psychic and mental devastation.
@KnowledgeKing can we use telepathy to find ally or enemy positions?
What are the structures, numbers, and protocols for invasion?
@MRoy I'm not going to make the assumption Loki knows the protocols since Asgard has changed in his absence. Doing the same with Sigyn because the QM has a habit of punishing us for things that should be common sense.
Edit: There is also the scrying chamber on top of Egil, technology installed. So Loki will communicate with one or all three sources for details.
What are the structures, numbers, and protocols for invasion?
@MRoy I'm not going to make the assumption Loki knows the protocols since Asgard has changed in his absence. Doing the same with Sigyn because the QM has a habit of punishing us for things that should be common sense.
Edit: There is also the scrying chamber on top of Egil, technology installed. So Loki will communicate with one or all three sources for details.
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Does Egil know telepathy to respond back?
- Location
- Pee Pee Poo Poo
Cant you station the chitauri in jotunheim so we don't need to choose an action to move them later or is it illegal?
Wait I'm going to ask but how are we informing Jotunheim they are friendly and not angering them by bringing an army. Wouldn't it look like a show of force? Wait until the end of the invasion and we will vote on it.
@MRoy I don't think the other person needs to have telepathy to respond. Think X-Men Jean Grey using it on wolverine but I will check with QM. Also thinking of putting an action to tell Torunn to stay close so she doesn't charge off again.
@KnowledgeKing is telepathy two way? Can the other person respond to Loki?
- Location
- Pee Pee Poo Poo
I think they were hired with PF so we can use the jotunheim branch to let Hellbindi know. Even if they weren't hired with PF the branch could still let Hellbindi know since he'll be bound by oath.
I'm fine with waiting regardless, it's just a suggestion after all.
Edit: Good idea to keep Torunn close by since she's 6.
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- Location
- Fifth Dimension
Depends on what you have and how you use it.
Loki wouldn't know the new structures, numbers, and protocols. Those are kind of state secrets.
Yes. If he opens up a connection with them.