Lord of the Rings: Reign of the Great Eye

[ErraticWizard]

You are Mairon, a Powerful Maiar, the closest claiment to Lord of the Smithes that isn't born of this worlds Heavens. And right now you stand upon a tower, smithing mighty spells and unleashing them upon the battlefield. At your beck and call not as Mairon, but as Sauron the Great Necromancer. You call upon the dead and decayed, and your militias of stalwart defenders look on in terror as the dead claw their way out of the ground and assault the orcs from all sides.

Through the dead, through dread shouts of power, and through the swirling motions set in place....Sauron.....no Mairon would watch these greenskins die, and he would shape a world worthy of his redemption, and goodness for those who served under his banner. And as he watched, he saw the dwarves arrive on the flank of the orcish horde. Fighting them with all their hearts could muster.

Alas victory would not be Mairons on this day, for the echoing laughter of thirsting gods assaulted Mairon. And the world stopped, battle mid fight, magic mid-flow, and slowly but surely he was transported away from this place as the world itself was wound backwards to before his emergence. And he was deposited in a much more entertaining place for them to witness your destruction as a threat on the scale of an insignificant bug.....

Where have the dark thirsting Gods placed you?

[]- Ulthuan?- Why are you blind? Where are you?

[]- A Skaven Colony- What manner of filthy hole in the ground is this?

[]- Altdorf - Well atleast its well decorated, but why are you around a table, and whys everyone looking at you?

 

[ErraticWizard]

One of the voters commented on my profile and gave me an idea that worked better then my original thoughts. And so here we are, the laughing gods have changed events once more. Reset the world prior to your involvement, and deposited you elsewhere. Your chosen Name and Powers will remain the same going into your new life unless you'd prefer a revote on those.

Your appearance will be explained one way or another, and your powers discrete unless you reveal them. The events that were taking place will still do so, simply without your direct involvement.

 

[ErraticWizard]

You are Mairon First to Aule, Once a servant of Morgoth the most powerful of the Valar. And you have been physically displaced by powers beyond anything you've directly experienced outside the sinking of Numenor...The Resplendent halls of Altdorf stand as a bastion to Human Power. Though under the Reign of Siegfried the Second nuln is the capital, it is here that an important effort shall be undergone. For in their presence is a man of greatness though marred his body may be, strong in spirit he was, and dedicated to the imperial cause.

What Lofty Position were you Given?

[] Head of the School of Essence- You wield unique magic, and the Empire is tolerant (if barely) of this. It needs to be controlled and harnessed.

[] Elector Count of Sylvania- For reasons that bewitch you, you have been charged with reclaiming this dreadful realm and bringing it into the imperial fold...

[] Personal Agent of the Emperor- Your services and skills befit you best serving the agendas of the king, whatever they may be.

 

[ErraticWizard]

Elector Count Mairon of Sylvania, Lost province of the empire. Lacking a Runefang for itself the weapon of state for Sylvania shall be the Electors new Blade Staff known as Disorders Bane. As far as the mages of the empire have discretely gleaned it is an impressive piece of mystical craftsmanship, and its source is unknown.

The Reigning Emperor Siegfried the Lawgiver has bestowed upon you the epitome of blessings and burdens. You are the Elector Count of Sylvania, and with that it is your duty to reclaim it and forge a proper Province out of it. You will be provided with an Imperial Stipend, and rights to raise forces for an incursion. There is no expected time frame for completion on this except that you begin the first incursions within the next several years.

The Coronation is fairly swift, Siegfried seems fairly Un-interested once he's anointed you. The feast is as grand an event as they could muster. Everyone in the empire is here. Elector Counts, Magister Patriarchs, Master Engineers, and the Heads of Knightly Orders. It was a gathering of the most powerful members of the order.


Who will you rub elbows with? (Choose Two)

[] Elector Counts

[] Magister Patriarchs

[] Knightly Grandmasters

[] Head Engineers

[] Nobles

[] Merchants

 

[ErraticWizard]

Mairon First Maiar of the Smith Valar, Reincarnated in a new world, and destiny stolen and altered. Anointed by the Highest Power in The Empire, The Emperor himself to head a very important operation. The retaking of Sylvania was your charge, you would be provided a government stipend for the duration of your reclamation proportional to your efforts, the stipend will eventually be repaid via an extra tax until the debt is paid.

The Emperor looks you in the eyes and speaks simple words. "I Annoint you and charge you with this burden. To reclaim Sylvania in the name of the empire, and to lift up the citizens of this age gone by society. It is with great humility that I cannot supply to you a Runefang, let me make up for it with a promise. You will have every asset I can spare in the days to come, the well wishes of the empire, and coins from my treasury to aid you."

You look up, the cracks in your skin crackling with every move as the charred flesh grinds against itself. "Thank you my emperor, it is with your grace in my heart and Sigmar himself looking over me that I will prevail."

With a smile he looked upon you a loyal and willing subject. "Very well, with the blessing of my posting let a celebration of your eventual triumph begin! To the hero of the of the Ash Valley!"


And with that the celebration begins in full and as the hero of the most recent big battle you were able to take your pick of high class guests. With that opportunity you approached the Magister Primarchs as they were called because of the Magical energies blowing through and and onward..You stride forward to their section of their table and bow to them. "Greetings to you Mages of the Empire. I politely request to join you for a time, to discuss the matters of magic."

You ensnare them from the beginning with your questions. Few Nobles have shown such an acute interest in their fields, and even fewer had insightful questions to ask the Patriarchs. And so after several hours of joyful discussion with them, and garnering information about the winds and their associated colleges. Though you noticed they were eyeing you more then when you had originally walked up you were sure you'd peaked their interest. In fact you received interesting offers from them...

Magister Patriarches are Supremely Interested in Mairon (What Do?)

[] Humor Them- Answer some Questions about you

[] Pique their Interests- Ask Even more Specific Questions

[] A Glimpse of Discord- Flare the Discord Shards power ever so briefly

[] Schedule Meetings- Some would meet with you privately, make those appointments

[] Test Aptitude- your soul is too bright to ignore, some would test your ability to use the winds

[] Here Comes the Sun- Unleash the full glory of your spirit and the Shard, you will awe them


Grandmasters, Head engineers, and Commanders these were your next target for socialization. And thus you set your full weight upon them, a flurry of stories from you conveying strokes of brilliance, embarrassing faults, and a few stories coming back to you about your own actions at Ash Valley, the destruction of an entire Herd of Beastmen, some Orcs, and even a few rogue mages. It cost you your skin. But through a miracle of Sigmar you kept on living. Your skin failing to heal, but your willpower and muscle carrying you on. It was an inspiration to every son of the empire.

And so with your stories told, your new background heard. You manage to continue through the party but after these two interactions nothing overly exciting strikes your fancy. You have a campaign to plan and undertake, allies to make, enemies to destroy...this is going to get exciting.