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Lords of Darkness (WHF CK2-Ish Quest)
We won't lose powers from other people worshiping other gods it's like if you worship different gods but also keep both of them you don't lose power
- Location
- Castlevania
I think a possible solution is how the high elves organize their religion depending on the location, they have the pantheonic mandala which is a circle that has the runes/symbols of all of the gods in it the symbol in the center is the god or gods who are most revered, each princedom of the high elves has a Mandala since the level of reverence is different from each one.
You can apply this to pretty much all the other pantheons the gods presented in the Mandala are all revered but some are more revered than others, but all are worshipped in their own rights. Here is the Mandala of the wood elves for example:
You will notice a few members of the Cytharai in here, you must understand that the worship of the Cytharai is either frowned upon or banned depending on the region.
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Well that's one way of getting the gots more power and I think it will be good for the lesser order gods
So if we did it like this we wouldn't lose power from having people not explicitly worship us?I think a possible solution is how the high elves organize their religion depending on the location, they have the pantheonic mandala which is a circle that has the runes/symbols of all of the gods in it the symbol in the center is the god or gods who are most revered, each princedom of the high elves has a Mandala since the level of reverence is different from each one.
You can apply this to pretty much all the other pantheons the gods presented in the Mandala are all revered but some are more revered than others, but all are worshipped in their own rights. Here is the Mandala of the wood elves for example:
You will notice a few members of the Cytharai in here, you must understand that the worship of the Cytharai is either frowned upon or banned depending on the region.
Whats the dc to try and ally with the gods and their people in this way?
A lot if we don't try to calm them down since there are zealous ones in them
- Location
- Castlevania
No, in Bretonnia you are the most revered along with Shallya so you would be in the center along with her, on the empire on the other hand you would be on the mid-bottom thanks to your own nature, your own worshippers can pay heeds to other gods but you won't lose power if they do so.
It is much more a mortal thing the high elves invented to keep track of what god is more revered in that princedom than the other, all gods presented in the mandala are worshipped if even the worship of certain gods in it are technically illegal in some parts of Ulthan. As for how it affects the gods think of it as a popularity pool among them.
90-100 depending on the pantheon in question.
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- Location
- USA
Do I get a counter part?
Behemoths
- Location
- Castlevania
I totally forgot about them, my bad, I gonna write this as Dracul being high on his conquest causing he to forget about them, there will be a option to resurrect them as undead on the next update.
Also I have been reading a few things about the elven gods, did you know that WHF Khaine has 8 rings of power which grant him much easier time in using magic (one ring for each wind of magic) and yes this a clearly a shout out to lords of the rings. And all of them are on the mortal world soooooooo.......
- Pronouns
- Him/He/His
Treasure hunt time!
Wait are they cursed? Khaine's stuff tends to be cursed.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
So I'm hearing adventurers guild treasure hunt, as well as getting everything up to snuff.
Sacrifice all 8 rings to become a god of magic by eating them.
Sacrifice all 8 rings to become a god of magic by eating them.
- Location
- Castlevania
Surprisingly they aren't cursed, each of those rings would have allowed Khaine to become much more powerful than he was before, they were forged by Vaul and Hekarti the dark elf goddess of dark magic, the rings do not have some kind of trap in them if you managed to get those rings your learning about magic and your magical power as well would become more easier and powerful respectively.
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- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
That means if we wed Shallya it won't be too out of place because to Mortals It would make sense
Wait...did we ignite a shipping war between the people
- Location
- Castlevania
- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
OH NOOOOO
we have doomed ourselves quick we gotta have to do something
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Dracul's Domain of Magic Rises
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
A intresting idea i had to get the domain of magic in under a decade...
Edited: oh boy...our people are going to be shrugging for decades now talking about how much it makes sense for Shylla and Dracul to work together...then again Shylla was already holy in these lands, the peasants practically adore her here, and dracul just proved that he could do similar things with Light of all things, so he cant be that bad now can he? even as a vampire...though why someone needs to drink blood to survive is beyond some people, they might just think its some kind of crazy magic user mojo due to how isolated some parts o bretonnia can get.
Heck, even the ones who know what a vampire is might be thinking Shylla was guiding Dracul's hand towards merciful ends, due to the doves following after us...which might have probably made a accidental peasant mob army following after us and getting trained to militia levels of competency by our military commanders, and seeing the equivalent of Miracles happen constantly, hell i would be some hundreds of knights and minor nobles looking to make a name for themselves followed the wagon trail after our armies just to see if they can grab a bit of glory...only to see how utterly bullshit we were in fighting some of the worst sorts of beings that could match if not outright kill grail knights with ease.
Dracul Smiled Cruelly as he held the..."Gifts" his children, his mortal servants, and the adventurers guild he had set up had given him over the year he had sent out the proclamation. Many tomes and artifacts of near priceless value, some belonging to evil gods, others to frogotten ones long dead, or some that belong to Fucking Khaine (his Eight Rings of the Winds of Magic), as well as the crown of sorcery itself.
All this, for the chance to really get things going...he had so many plans, yet for those plans to work he had to dominate a domain few ever really dared to tread upon. The Winds of Magic Itself, he knew of one goddess who could see all eight winds and direct them, but manipulate them herself? No, she was at best a conduit, a node for her sorcerers to draw from...and this information from many tomes and scrolls and first hand accounts had led him to this moment, for a entire decade he had prepared for this.
This ceremony of ascension, with blood, magic, and the eight winds on the Haunting Night (mansleib), For a entire decade he had tried and fought the damn dark sorceror and sent newly aquired mortal champions, adventurers, and mercenaries as well as his herald to bring him the damned crown to allow him to direct and control Dhar magic, and with the 8 rings of Khaine he could control each individual wind of magic, and finally the tomes as sacrifices as well as the magic of many near priceless forgotten divine artifacts of long dead gods of magic that have been lost to time itself.
HE turned his gaze to the ritual room, eyeing the number of Emperor Dragons, as well as the Necromancers, Wizards and their apprentices, his champions, and his herald all gathered and directing the most faithful of his flock, guarded by both the militant arm of his church and the more secretive spies and assassins' of his shadowed edge. Everything was nearly ready, the ritual was ready, the runes and magical sigils are in place and are as good as they can be under his gaze.
even the vermin have all be scoured from the area and are still hunted by his dark beasts, so far nothing has gone wrong...and he secretly hoped that nothing would.
"Let us begin..." he spoke with the finality of the grave as his children and mortal disciples as well as his champions/herald doubled their pace to their appropriate stations.
Dracul himself placed the crown of sorcery upon a pedestal, where a specificly large magic circle with many smaller circles both connected within and without the matrix carved with one time use ritual blades and filled with the blood willingly given emperor dragons of all his children, mixed with the blood of mortals who had practiced willingly the power of magic, as well as powdered true-silver and golden dust. Many other magical regents had as well been poured into the brew and then smelted into a final metallic liquid that glowed with many hues of magical energy that had filled the matrix grooves along with a salt layering on the top.
Taking out a specific one time use knife from a bandolier dracul began to speak the words as he held the knife over his palm...
"With the Crown of Nagash...i shall know ALL of the secrets of Dhar..." Dracul Solemly spoke, before he cut himself with a ritual knife letting his blood spill upon the crown...and as the crown fed willingly upon his divine blood the matrix glowed as the spirit of Nagash that was bound to the crown now was under a powerful Geass...one that it only realized what was happening as Dracul slammed the dagger as the last drop was absorbed, and with a wail of terror and pain the crown disintigrated as the spirit within was devoured by the dragon god.
With a small gesture the next aid reverently placed another item, one of the rings of khaine...
And so on and on it went, with the items devouring the blood shed and being bound to the god and in turn being devoured by the god itself, the magical matrix doing its work...
Until at last the final piece was ready...and everyone stood as far back as possible as their lead lined clothes along with protective amulets lit up as a lead chest was brought forth...and a LARGE warpstone orb was placed upon the altar to Dracul's ambition...And with a wordless cry Dracul stabbed his final dagger into the orb, and with a shriek of raw power the orb exploded in infernal green hues...and everywhere Warp-fire Dragons howled in victory as their hunger faded even more as they could finally beheld the largest ever Warp-Fire Dragon the size of mountains stand in their mind before them.
In the warp, where everything has meaning and yet not, the significance of the ritual brought the attention of the gods, and with a cry of a raging dragon the Dragon Song grew mightier still as now the winds of magic began to carry a hint of dragonic fury in them. In distant parts of the world jealous gods howled in fury at the loss of their artifacts, others snarled in fury as they now had to fight for control of the winds against a being more terrible and fearsome then they could ever dream of. Yet to the chaos gods they were at most amused by the pawn of tzeentch making such a ploy...before they return again to attack each other completely and utterly trying to devour and slaughter each other to claim the title of OverGod of Chaos.
In the ritual chamber, Dracul's laughter as eight colored winds danced around him in thin wispy miniature vortex of raw power and might. Until with a gesture he combined the winds into Dhar, then purified them by compressing out the imbalance until the raw true magic danced to his will, and with another gesture upwards the magic was blasted as a mighty beam into the heavens as the dragon proclaimed his victory in the decade long ritual...
And In the void, Nagash screamed in pain, terror, and hatred.
The Order gods turned their gaze with either respect, a sense of unease, disgust, or indifference.
The Ork gods merely shrugged and went back to punching each other, that git wasn't fun just yet, better let him build up his WWWAAAAGGGHHH first so they can REALLY have a good fight with da boyz!
And to the mortals in the ritual chamber, they who with their chanting, long hours of painstaking work and efforts of hundreds of painful victories and bitter defeats...they beheld their god gain yet another greater victory over his enemies as the raw might of magic itself came under his purview, as it should be...after all were not dragons the mightiest beings to roam the world? Were they not the owners of the lands before all when they ruled over sky, sea, rock, forest, ice, and fire? DId they not know secrets enough to fill the endless dream of Dracul with thoughts, truth's, and mysteries that any mage would slaughter armies alone to try and attain?
Yes...for Dracul was truly worthy alone in their eyes to weild the power of Magic itself, and in the days to come it would be proclaimed as a gift by the Dragon-God of Knowledge, Magic, and his children. The eventually named Dragon-Mages would be refered by the empire and any other nation states in the surrounding areas to come as they held the power to use the winds of magic with much less fear then a normally trained wizard...which not only increased spell-casters to the Realm of Dracul, but also added a new tradition for those knights that could wield magic, The Arcane Dragon-Knights.
And these new knights were as devout to their lord as any sane Wo/Man was to their god.
All this, for the chance to really get things going...he had so many plans, yet for those plans to work he had to dominate a domain few ever really dared to tread upon. The Winds of Magic Itself, he knew of one goddess who could see all eight winds and direct them, but manipulate them herself? No, she was at best a conduit, a node for her sorcerers to draw from...and this information from many tomes and scrolls and first hand accounts had led him to this moment, for a entire decade he had prepared for this.
This ceremony of ascension, with blood, magic, and the eight winds on the Haunting Night (mansleib), For a entire decade he had tried and fought the damn dark sorceror and sent newly aquired mortal champions, adventurers, and mercenaries as well as his herald to bring him the damned crown to allow him to direct and control Dhar magic, and with the 8 rings of Khaine he could control each individual wind of magic, and finally the tomes as sacrifices as well as the magic of many near priceless forgotten divine artifacts of long dead gods of magic that have been lost to time itself.
HE turned his gaze to the ritual room, eyeing the number of Emperor Dragons, as well as the Necromancers, Wizards and their apprentices, his champions, and his herald all gathered and directing the most faithful of his flock, guarded by both the militant arm of his church and the more secretive spies and assassins' of his shadowed edge. Everything was nearly ready, the ritual was ready, the runes and magical sigils are in place and are as good as they can be under his gaze.
even the vermin have all be scoured from the area and are still hunted by his dark beasts, so far nothing has gone wrong...and he secretly hoped that nothing would.
"Let us begin..." he spoke with the finality of the grave as his children and mortal disciples as well as his champions/herald doubled their pace to their appropriate stations.
Dracul himself placed the crown of sorcery upon a pedestal, where a specificly large magic circle with many smaller circles both connected within and without the matrix carved with one time use ritual blades and filled with the blood willingly given emperor dragons of all his children, mixed with the blood of mortals who had practiced willingly the power of magic, as well as powdered true-silver and golden dust. Many other magical regents had as well been poured into the brew and then smelted into a final metallic liquid that glowed with many hues of magical energy that had filled the matrix grooves along with a salt layering on the top.
Taking out a specific one time use knife from a bandolier dracul began to speak the words as he held the knife over his palm...
"With the Crown of Nagash...i shall know ALL of the secrets of Dhar..." Dracul Solemly spoke, before he cut himself with a ritual knife letting his blood spill upon the crown...and as the crown fed willingly upon his divine blood the matrix glowed as the spirit of Nagash that was bound to the crown now was under a powerful Geass...one that it only realized what was happening as Dracul slammed the dagger as the last drop was absorbed, and with a wail of terror and pain the crown disintigrated as the spirit within was devoured by the dragon god.
With a small gesture the next aid reverently placed another item, one of the rings of khaine...
And so on and on it went, with the items devouring the blood shed and being bound to the god and in turn being devoured by the god itself, the magical matrix doing its work...
Until at last the final piece was ready...and everyone stood as far back as possible as their lead lined clothes along with protective amulets lit up as a lead chest was brought forth...and a LARGE warpstone orb was placed upon the altar to Dracul's ambition...And with a wordless cry Dracul stabbed his final dagger into the orb, and with a shriek of raw power the orb exploded in infernal green hues...and everywhere Warp-fire Dragons howled in victory as their hunger faded even more as they could finally beheld the largest ever Warp-Fire Dragon the size of mountains stand in their mind before them.
In the warp, where everything has meaning and yet not, the significance of the ritual brought the attention of the gods, and with a cry of a raging dragon the Dragon Song grew mightier still as now the winds of magic began to carry a hint of dragonic fury in them. In distant parts of the world jealous gods howled in fury at the loss of their artifacts, others snarled in fury as they now had to fight for control of the winds against a being more terrible and fearsome then they could ever dream of. Yet to the chaos gods they were at most amused by the pawn of tzeentch making such a ploy...before they return again to attack each other completely and utterly trying to devour and slaughter each other to claim the title of OverGod of Chaos.
In the ritual chamber, Dracul's laughter as eight colored winds danced around him in thin wispy miniature vortex of raw power and might. Until with a gesture he combined the winds into Dhar, then purified them by compressing out the imbalance until the raw true magic danced to his will, and with another gesture upwards the magic was blasted as a mighty beam into the heavens as the dragon proclaimed his victory in the decade long ritual...
And In the void, Nagash screamed in pain, terror, and hatred.
The Order gods turned their gaze with either respect, a sense of unease, disgust, or indifference.
The Ork gods merely shrugged and went back to punching each other, that git wasn't fun just yet, better let him build up his WWWAAAAGGGHHH first so they can REALLY have a good fight with da boyz!
And to the mortals in the ritual chamber, they who with their chanting, long hours of painstaking work and efforts of hundreds of painful victories and bitter defeats...they beheld their god gain yet another greater victory over his enemies as the raw might of magic itself came under his purview, as it should be...after all were not dragons the mightiest beings to roam the world? Were they not the owners of the lands before all when they ruled over sky, sea, rock, forest, ice, and fire? DId they not know secrets enough to fill the endless dream of Dracul with thoughts, truth's, and mysteries that any mage would slaughter armies alone to try and attain?
Yes...for Dracul was truly worthy alone in their eyes to weild the power of Magic itself, and in the days to come it would be proclaimed as a gift by the Dragon-God of Knowledge, Magic, and his children. The eventually named Dragon-Mages would be refered by the empire and any other nation states in the surrounding areas to come as they held the power to use the winds of magic with much less fear then a normally trained wizard...which not only increased spell-casters to the Realm of Dracul, but also added a new tradition for those knights that could wield magic, The Arcane Dragon-Knights.
And these new knights were as devout to their lord as any sane Wo/Man was to their god.
Edited: oh boy...our people are going to be shrugging for decades now talking about how much it makes sense for Shylla and Dracul to work together...then again Shylla was already holy in these lands, the peasants practically adore her here, and dracul just proved that he could do similar things with Light of all things, so he cant be that bad now can he? even as a vampire...though why someone needs to drink blood to survive is beyond some people, they might just think its some kind of crazy magic user mojo due to how isolated some parts o bretonnia can get.
Heck, even the ones who know what a vampire is might be thinking Shylla was guiding Dracul's hand towards merciful ends, due to the doves following after us...which might have probably made a accidental peasant mob army following after us and getting trained to militia levels of competency by our military commanders, and seeing the equivalent of Miracles happen constantly, hell i would be some hundreds of knights and minor nobles looking to make a name for themselves followed the wagon trail after our armies just to see if they can grab a bit of glory...only to see how utterly bullshit we were in fighting some of the worst sorts of beings that could match if not outright kill grail knights with ease.
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- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
Shallya waifu confirmed just need to watch out for her daddy
Edit:wait oh God Morr is going to kill us....i think*shudders*
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Morr is definately going to want to kill us no matter what we do. On his wiki page it says
So, thats a problem.
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@RandomDwarf remember the ice Emperor dragons ongoing adventure with Shyalla so he can repay his debt to her so he can join us well would you be so kind to show how they're doing?
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
depends on what the QM tells me so i can make sure its cannon...hopefully nothing bad really happened and it was all shennanigans from there on out.