Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
Lords of Darkness (WHF CK2-Ish Quest)
- Location
- Warsaw
[X] Yes
-[X] Heavy Support: 15% of your Undead Forces and 90 Necromancers
-[X] Send 10 Doom Fire dragons, 10 Great Storm dragons, 500 storm dragons, and 500 Fire dragons
Attack Athel Loren?
[X] No
-[X] Heavy Support: 15% of your Undead Forces and 90 Necromancers
-[X] Send 10 Doom Fire dragons, 10 Great Storm dragons, 500 storm dragons, and 500 Fire dragons
Attack Athel Loren?
[X] No
- Location
- Castlevania
Lahmians doing what do best while being sane-ish: You gain a +10 to an action of your choosing.
You know with the rate this is going, I kinda expect Not!Arthas to make an appearance. You gain a +10 to an action of your choosing.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Heh, who's to say he isn't going to get included?
- Location
- Warsaw
Will we need to worry about cults appearing in our territory?
- Location
- Castlevania
Of course, chaos cults are like cockroaches, they are very hard to permanently get rid of because they know how to hide.
Is he going to have a mage girlfriend?
- Location
- Warsaw
Then I put my bonus on either managing things in our territory or for the war rolls as needed.
Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
Go for an Elf girlfriend, like Not!Arthas ship with Not!Sylvanas.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Go for an Elf girlfriend, like Not!Arthas ship with Not!Sylvanas.
nah, wont do that...sorry to say Sylvanas lost her appeal when she did all her shit and blizzard went "Oh wait its another queen of blades shit-show!" that story-line only works so many times.
Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
I'm more for the non-Undead Sylvanas show, when she's not corrupted and such, but I do get your point considering the Shadowlands debacle. Anyway, I wonder if the two would serve well by Dracul's side.
The Hammer Lord
- Location
- Warsaw
Omake: The Hammer Lord
Sigmar sat upon his throne in the divine realm. The souls of his loyal followers hurried about the halls of his palace. They were preparing for the coming blood tide and the potential attacks in the sea of souls. Many armed themselves for a potential daemonic assault on this realm. The god himself was deep in his thoughts about the upcoming conflict.
The founder of the Empire internally cursed to himself. The blood tide had come much too soon for his taste. The Empire was only recently becoming a concentrated whole again and there were still cracks in the foundation all over for one reason or another. He took a moment to curse the fools who had created the problems to begin with including his own followers for their stupidity. Of course the tide would never have come at all if he had his way. Unfortunately, the chaos gods did not care for such things. It especially galled him to know that this upcoming attack was more of a probe than anything meant to soften them up and gather information. Many lives would be lost and the enemy even if defeated ultimately lost nothing.
The hammerer found his thoughts drifting to his various allies among the forces of order. His fellow pantheon members were busy with their own preparations. Ulric was whipping his followers into a fighting frenzy and organizing them for battle. Shallya was compiling her medical knowledge and ensuring her healers were ready to tend to the wounded. Ranald was doing his best to weaken the enemy through sabotage however he could. Morr was rallying his grim faced followers and gathering information about the future making use of his power over prophecy. The nature gods were preparing a force of their own followers and deadly war beasts. The others were doing what they could, but it ultimately wasn't much. Still every bit was of use.
The dwarven ancestor gods were doing what they could to provide aid for the struggle. Mountain holds were alight with the fires of forges as weapons and armor were crafted. Great war machines were fine tuned and readied for battle. Runes were carved into metal and stone to provide a nice boost to ability. Barrels of rich alcohol were stirred and stored away to age in advance. Slayers sharpened their blades and polished armor while thinking of how they would die. All the while great stone halls echoed with marching feet as the Throngs were mustered. The Dawi were ready to march. Of course like much else it was far from perfect. The armies mustered now were a pale shadow of what they had been in the golden age. Sigmar knew full well the Under-kingdom had been slowly declining for centuries. The fall of many holds to the skaven, the green skins, and of course chaos. Their constant skirmishes with their corrupt cousins, the rats, and other pests in the underground. Their own low birth rate and the whole Slayer oath. The dwarfs as stubborn as they might be were slowly being worn down. It was akin to a mountain under assault by the forces of nature. It stood tall and resolute, but was slowly worn away all the same. Of course one could argue that their own stubbornness and reluctance to change were also hindering them.
His thoughts then turned to the other relatively nearby powers of order. The elven gods likely wouldn't be any help in this affair. They and their people remained largely isolated on that island of their's. The wood elves would likely only act if the forces of chaos were right on their doorstep. Of course by then it would have carved a bloody swathe across the old world and it would be too late. The idea of the dark elves lending aid was so absurd it wasn't even worth thinking about. Part of Sigmar wanted to curse them as cowards and fools for not helping. The rest of him knew like the dwarves however much they denied it the elves were a people on the decline for much the same reasons. The War of the Beard, then that against Malekith, and finally the sheer attrition of all the dark forces targeting them and clashes with other forces of order due to their pride had cost them dearly. Their birth rates were even worse then that of the dwarves compensated for only by their magic and great skill. Still they were slowly being worn away to nothing.
Finally the patron of mankind found himself thinking on the newest player. None other than the dragon god and wildcard Dracul himself. The order gods of the empire had of course noticed the rise of a new diety especially one they did not recognize from previous cycles. Going from a simple if exceptionally talented vampire to the father diety of some of the most powerful creatures on Mallus. All of this in a remarkably short period of time less then a decade all told. It had taken Sigmar all his mortal life to ascend albeit it wasn't intentional on his part. Though he supposed it had always been possible for one of the leeches to ascend. Their immortality and magical nature would give them plenty of opportunity to amass a power base to do so. He just hoped no others did as they would only add more chaos. Besides Morr's griping was bad enough as it was.
Sigmar was of mixed opinion on the matter of the new god. On one hand the boons gained could be immense the least of which would be gaining a new foe to chaos. Dracul using his powers could help immensely simply by handling the undead and dark beasts in the empire and putting them to use. The god of the empire found necromancy to be distasteful, but could not deny the potential use it could be in the hands of an ally. A vast army of needless, tireless, fearless, relentless, expendable, and easily replenished fighters would be of great value indeed right now. Better a corpse be destroyed than a soldier's life lost in his mind. With their soul gone a body was just a sack of meat might as well make use of it. Morr would just have to deal with it. Much of what he had seen was in the young diety's favor. Sigmar was willing to overlook the fate of the old nobility as he had no love for the Bretonnia of old. Dracul had done far better by the people there than the old rulers ever did. It made sense in a way by empowering the mortals they grew and produced more faith empowering him in turn. This would become a self sustaining cycle that any intelligent god would want to achieve. Wallachia was genuinely prospering under the ascended vampire.
Still though the pragmatic side of him also believed he could become a great threat. Being able to cast large scale resurrection as seen during his past campaign was a frightening ability. This was further compounded by the number of necromancers and vampires in his service. The old world was littered with death from past conflicts. Bretonnia alone had given the new god tens of millions of new forces. That wasn't even getting into the dragons and the danger they were. Dracul could very easily become a massive threat to order right on their doorstep. Something only worsened by the fact the god still had a very much physical form and could act as he pleased in the materium with devastating effect. While it was technically possible for Sigmar and the others to manifest there as well it would certainly draw a response from chaos and was taxing for them as they had no natural physical bodies either never having one to begin with or their mortal forms having long ago died.
For now the founder decided he would wait and gather information. If the new god proved trustworthy that was wonderful. If not they would gain information to better fight him should it come to that. Casting his senses outward he noted the dragon god was maintaining a strong defense against the daemonic forces. Though it was eating up most of his attention. Sigmar could make out a decent portion of the army of the dead preparing to march to battle. Listening in he found their purpose was to face the bloodtide. This was an excellent opportunity the founder thought. It would make for an excellent test to see if they were trustworthy. Quickly he composed a message to his followers. In it he told them of the dark army and it's purpose. He was giving strict orders that there were to be no actions taken against them unless they proved hostile. This would extend to even allowing them to resurrect the enemy so long as their own fallen were left be.
Sigmar sat back on his throne as he pondered this new move. He quickly sent out his message to his peers asking them to pass it along to their own followers. This would be a great turning point in time he felt. Whether for better or worse remained to be seen. Whatever it was nothing would be the same afterward.
@Alucard Vampiry
Accidentally posted before it was ready anyway this goes to war rolls.
Sigmar sat upon his throne in the divine realm. The souls of his loyal followers hurried about the halls of his palace. They were preparing for the coming blood tide and the potential attacks in the sea of souls. Many armed themselves for a potential daemonic assault on this realm. The god himself was deep in his thoughts about the upcoming conflict.
The founder of the Empire internally cursed to himself. The blood tide had come much too soon for his taste. The Empire was only recently becoming a concentrated whole again and there were still cracks in the foundation all over for one reason or another. He took a moment to curse the fools who had created the problems to begin with including his own followers for their stupidity. Of course the tide would never have come at all if he had his way. Unfortunately, the chaos gods did not care for such things. It especially galled him to know that this upcoming attack was more of a probe than anything meant to soften them up and gather information. Many lives would be lost and the enemy even if defeated ultimately lost nothing.
The hammerer found his thoughts drifting to his various allies among the forces of order. His fellow pantheon members were busy with their own preparations. Ulric was whipping his followers into a fighting frenzy and organizing them for battle. Shallya was compiling her medical knowledge and ensuring her healers were ready to tend to the wounded. Ranald was doing his best to weaken the enemy through sabotage however he could. Morr was rallying his grim faced followers and gathering information about the future making use of his power over prophecy. The nature gods were preparing a force of their own followers and deadly war beasts. The others were doing what they could, but it ultimately wasn't much. Still every bit was of use.
The dwarven ancestor gods were doing what they could to provide aid for the struggle. Mountain holds were alight with the fires of forges as weapons and armor were crafted. Great war machines were fine tuned and readied for battle. Runes were carved into metal and stone to provide a nice boost to ability. Barrels of rich alcohol were stirred and stored away to age in advance. Slayers sharpened their blades and polished armor while thinking of how they would die. All the while great stone halls echoed with marching feet as the Throngs were mustered. The Dawi were ready to march. Of course like much else it was far from perfect. The armies mustered now were a pale shadow of what they had been in the golden age. Sigmar knew full well the Under-kingdom had been slowly declining for centuries. The fall of many holds to the skaven, the green skins, and of course chaos. Their constant skirmishes with their corrupt cousins, the rats, and other pests in the underground. Their own low birth rate and the whole Slayer oath. The dwarfs as stubborn as they might be were slowly being worn down. It was akin to a mountain under assault by the forces of nature. It stood tall and resolute, but was slowly worn away all the same. Of course one could argue that their own stubbornness and reluctance to change were also hindering them.
His thoughts then turned to the other relatively nearby powers of order. The elven gods likely wouldn't be any help in this affair. They and their people remained largely isolated on that island of their's. The wood elves would likely only act if the forces of chaos were right on their doorstep. Of course by then it would have carved a bloody swathe across the old world and it would be too late. The idea of the dark elves lending aid was so absurd it wasn't even worth thinking about. Part of Sigmar wanted to curse them as cowards and fools for not helping. The rest of him knew like the dwarves however much they denied it the elves were a people on the decline for much the same reasons. The War of the Beard, then that against Malekith, and finally the sheer attrition of all the dark forces targeting them and clashes with other forces of order due to their pride had cost them dearly. Their birth rates were even worse then that of the dwarves compensated for only by their magic and great skill. Still they were slowly being worn away to nothing.
Finally the patron of mankind found himself thinking on the newest player. None other than the dragon god and wildcard Dracul himself. The order gods of the empire had of course noticed the rise of a new diety especially one they did not recognize from previous cycles. Going from a simple if exceptionally talented vampire to the father diety of some of the most powerful creatures on Mallus. All of this in a remarkably short period of time less then a decade all told. It had taken Sigmar all his mortal life to ascend albeit it wasn't intentional on his part. Though he supposed it had always been possible for one of the leeches to ascend. Their immortality and magical nature would give them plenty of opportunity to amass a power base to do so. He just hoped no others did as they would only add more chaos. Besides Morr's griping was bad enough as it was.
Sigmar was of mixed opinion on the matter of the new god. On one hand the boons gained could be immense the least of which would be gaining a new foe to chaos. Dracul using his powers could help immensely simply by handling the undead and dark beasts in the empire and putting them to use. The god of the empire found necromancy to be distasteful, but could not deny the potential use it could be in the hands of an ally. A vast army of needless, tireless, fearless, relentless, expendable, and easily replenished fighters would be of great value indeed right now. Better a corpse be destroyed than a soldier's life lost in his mind. With their soul gone a body was just a sack of meat might as well make use of it. Morr would just have to deal with it. Much of what he had seen was in the young diety's favor. Sigmar was willing to overlook the fate of the old nobility as he had no love for the Bretonnia of old. Dracul had done far better by the people there than the old rulers ever did. It made sense in a way by empowering the mortals they grew and produced more faith empowering him in turn. This would become a self sustaining cycle that any intelligent god would want to achieve. Wallachia was genuinely prospering under the ascended vampire.
Still though the pragmatic side of him also believed he could become a great threat. Being able to cast large scale resurrection as seen during his past campaign was a frightening ability. This was further compounded by the number of necromancers and vampires in his service. The old world was littered with death from past conflicts. Bretonnia alone had given the new god tens of millions of new forces. That wasn't even getting into the dragons and the danger they were. Dracul could very easily become a massive threat to order right on their doorstep. Something only worsened by the fact the god still had a very much physical form and could act as he pleased in the materium with devastating effect. While it was technically possible for Sigmar and the others to manifest there as well it would certainly draw a response from chaos and was taxing for them as they had no natural physical bodies either never having one to begin with or their mortal forms having long ago died.
For now the founder decided he would wait and gather information. If the new god proved trustworthy that was wonderful. If not they would gain information to better fight him should it come to that. Casting his senses outward he noted the dragon god was maintaining a strong defense against the daemonic forces. Though it was eating up most of his attention. Sigmar could make out a decent portion of the army of the dead preparing to march to battle. Listening in he found their purpose was to face the bloodtide. This was an excellent opportunity the founder thought. It would make for an excellent test to see if they were trustworthy. Quickly he composed a message to his followers. In it he told them of the dark army and it's purpose. He was giving strict orders that there were to be no actions taken against them unless they proved hostile. This would extend to even allowing them to resurrect the enemy so long as their own fallen were left be.
Sigmar sat back on his throne as he pondered this new move. He quickly sent out his message to his peers asking them to pass it along to their own followers. This would be a great turning point in time he felt. Whether for better or worse remained to be seen. Whatever it was nothing would be the same afterward.
@Alucard Vampiry
Accidentally posted before it was ready anyway this goes to war rolls.
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- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
seems to be cut off at some parts...you might want to take the time to continue on or at least figure out how you want it to end, but otherwise a good idea.
- Location
- Castlevania
+10 to the action that you choose.
- Location
- Warsaw
I already stated to use it for war rolls.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
ah right, put my other +10 bonus to the war rolls, whatever one needs it along with the other. Hopefully all our omake bonuses will help save kislev and at least give the everchosen a black eye. dont expect our necromancers to gank the fucker with a 90+ Curse of Ages on him.
- Location
- Castlevania
Votes are closed. Now it is time to pray to the dice gods.
Anyone want to use omake bonus now is the time
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Here we go folks, either we buy time for everyone to get their shit together or the ever chosen marches either on us or the empire.
The Blood Tide - Staging Ground
- Location
- Castlevania
The forces of chaos descended upon Kislev like they had many times before in the history of the world, but this time only the servants of the Hound came, bringing senseless and destructive slaughter, they spared none, whether they be man, woman, or children, all were killed, all of them had their souls and bodies sacrificed to the Blood God. The servants of chaos had planned for this, like all cities of Kislev, even its capital, all faced horrific cultists uprising, allowing the hordes of chaos to advanced far more than possible as they would only face opposing resistance when they had reached.
Praag was the first to fall, its attackers to many, to relentless, as madness spread across the ranks of its defenders. It fell within days, it is now a city belonging to Khorne every facet dedicated to the Blood God, its walls had been warped becoming the brass that composed the fortress of Khorne, the skies above it had turned red, and such was the corruption that the land of ice became a land of fire, some even say that blood rains down from the heavens, though they are not heeded. With the fall of Praag, anything beyond the Northen Blast became the territory of chaos with its hordes constantly wanting for more, more skulls, more slaughter, blood for the blood god!
But the Kislev would not face this threat, armies of the Empire, united once more, marched to aid against the Great Enemy, they were led by a rising warrior priest, who was different from his dogmatic brothers keeping a more progressive mindset, which earned him few friends, but his faith was unshakable and such was its vigor that he called 'The Pious', Magnus The Pious marched knowing very well he may meet his death, and he was perfectly fine with that.
The Dawi came next, a proud and stubborn people, they had faced many threats that had nearly destroyed them, but like the stone, they mined, they too would weather down the coming age, but this did not mean they would forsake the Umgi, especially after they heard rumors that the Dawi-Zharr were being part of the invasion, ancient grudges made against their dark kin were still awaiting to be finally stricken off from the book of grudges, and so a contingent of Dwarfs marched to aid Kislev.
Strangely enough, a small contingent of High Elves, led by a mage known as Teclis, joined the efforts of the humans, likely knowing that after the realms of man, dwarf, and dragon, fell they would be the next ones that would feel the fury of the Blood God and his servants. But even stranger was when the ships of the nascent nation of Wallachia came, they were not proper ships, and several times during their travel the necromancers had to use their magicks to sustain them, they were shoddily and hastily done, and would be scrapped when they returned and the materials used to build proper ships.
They had landed on the coast of the Grovod Wood and made their base there, their leader knew very well that they weren't welcome, but that fitted them just fine, they didn't need the help of the conventional alliance, heck some of those forces would happily kill each other if chaos wasn't here, they would simply follow the unspoken rules, those are: Do not get in our way.
And after receiving the necessary information from the agents of the Illuminati, the army of the dead went towards…
The Army of Death
- Undead: 10,254,915 Skeleton Warriors, 10,523,114 Zombies, 15,171,605 Grave Guard, 17,596,673 Black Knights, 153 Undead Giants
- Magical Forces: 90 Necromancers
Locations (You can split your forces if you want to):
- [] Ungalya: A minor city that had been conquered by the Blood Tide, cultists and slaves had been gathering alongside a sizeable garrison of chaos warriors and daemons, there is clearly something in there.
- [] Rose Rains: A minor city, it serves as a bastion against the constant incursions on this side of Kislev.
- [] Paadeshyshiva: Another bastion, it is currently suffering a siege, and is unknown if the defenders will triumph, a portion of the Imperial forces are on the way to help, but they may not be enough.
- [] Crags of Shargun: A set of mountains and hills, this part of Kislev is heavily contested as there is a natural passage between the conquered regions and the parts still held by the forces of order, it is currently in a stalemate.
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- Castlevania
Votes closed on Wednesday. And yes these are all actual names of locations on Kislev.
- Location
- Warsaw
I'm leaning towards Ungalya. It has already fallen and no other forces remain to contest us there. I would also wager the cultists are trying to pull off something big there like summon a greater daemon. Best stop that in its tracks.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
- [X] Ungalya: A minor city that had been conquered by the Blood Tide, cultists and slaves had been gathering alongside a sizeable garrison of chaos warriors and daemons, there is clearly something in there.
--[X] All undead forces
okay this is my gamble, first off we get ungalya to find whatever the fuck the chaos forces are doing there, raise the dead afterwards, and find what they want, and hopefully either its a artifact we can sacrifice to Dracul or not.
Otherwise next up if the rolls go well is Paad, then the Crags, and finally the little bastion. if were lucky we can set-back chaos enough and raise enough undead to hamper them.
preserve our best undead for the final fights, and hopefully we can raise enough cannon fodder to seperate and disrupt the hordes of chaos. They may be warriors, but they are NOT soldiers. separate the horde into small groups and drag them down. we only need to cut their tendons to stop them from moving, as well as break their spines. despite khornes blessings their bones are not reinforced to handle that strength, and their internal organs are still squishy as fuck. Not to mention their eyes and heads are good targets if you can hit them.
we dont spill blood, we do this efficiently and coldly as possible. And if were lucky, enough curses can be unleashed to tear them apart.
bad idea, we arent the scourge here...we are fighting Khorne, if it was any of the other three i wouldn't mind splitting our forces, as it is Khorne is the BEST at combat, however that is also its greatets weakness as khorne calls for warriors, not soldiers, and frankly any undead we raise from the corpses of khornates will need to be guarding our camp site or sent to raid their supply lines.
--[X] All undead forces
okay this is my gamble, first off we get ungalya to find whatever the fuck the chaos forces are doing there, raise the dead afterwards, and find what they want, and hopefully either its a artifact we can sacrifice to Dracul or not.
Otherwise next up if the rolls go well is Paad, then the Crags, and finally the little bastion. if were lucky we can set-back chaos enough and raise enough undead to hamper them.
preserve our best undead for the final fights, and hopefully we can raise enough cannon fodder to seperate and disrupt the hordes of chaos. They may be warriors, but they are NOT soldiers. separate the horde into small groups and drag them down. we only need to cut their tendons to stop them from moving, as well as break their spines. despite khornes blessings their bones are not reinforced to handle that strength, and their internal organs are still squishy as fuck. Not to mention their eyes and heads are good targets if you can hit them.
we dont spill blood, we do this efficiently and coldly as possible. And if were lucky, enough curses can be unleashed to tear them apart.
bad idea, we arent the scourge here...we are fighting Khorne, if it was any of the other three i wouldn't mind splitting our forces, as it is Khorne is the BEST at combat, however that is also its greatets weakness as khorne calls for warriors, not soldiers, and frankly any undead we raise from the corpses of khornates will need to be guarding our camp site or sent to raid their supply lines.
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Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
- [X] Ungalya: A minor city that had been conquered by the Blood Tide, cultists and slaves had been gathering alongside a sizeable garrison of chaos warriors and daemons, there is clearly something in there.
--[X] All undead forces
Well, you've convinced me, Ungalya it is.
--[X] All undead forces
Well, you've convinced me, Ungalya it is.