- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
I'm curious why did you think It was an random daemon than a named one?
Lords of Darkness (WHF CK2-Ish Quest)
I'm curious why did you think It was an random daemon than a named one?
- Pronouns
- He
Not me, it was the other guy.
- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
Ah well he is suspended i cant ask him xD
- Location
- Idaho
[X] Plan: let's get to it.
...... We are going to need fire, lots and lots of fire.
...... We are going to need fire, lots and lots of fire.
- Location
- United States
Okay, who's willing to write omakes to keep that monstrosity out? If no one else is willing I'll try myself, though I'd greatly prefer if I didn't have to, my writing is poor in comparison.
Omake ideas:
Knives in the Dark: The illuminati meet to discuss plans of attack.
Summoner Woes: The summoners bitch and moan about the difficulty of setting up the ritual (negative roll for them).
Execution is Everything: The illuminati begin killing off summoners to thwart the ritual.
Bait and Switch: The illuminati swap out the summoning notes, either causing the ritual to fail or summoning the wrong faction into the world.
A House Divided Cannot Stand: Depending on method used, causes the Noriscans to turn on each other through manipulation and/or extenentive use of mind altering drugs to implicat each other in sabotage.
All Come to Ruin: Aftermath of the rituals failure (subject to method used).
Omake ideas:
Summoner Woes: The summoners bitch and moan about the difficulty of setting up the ritual (negative roll for them).
Execution is Everything: The illuminati begin killing off summoners to thwart the ritual.
A House Divided Cannot Stand: Depending on method used, causes the Noriscans to turn on each other through manipulation and/or extenentive use of mind altering drugs to implicat each other in sabotage.
All Come to Ruin: Aftermath of the rituals failure (subject to method used).
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Knives in The Dark (Canon)
- Location
- United States
Not sure if this is enough. If not, I'll have to expand it further.
Location: Somerwhere in Mousillon.
While Britonia burned and the Empire Struggled, deep within the Mousillon underground several hooded figures met within the dark halls. They were ghosts, they did not exist as far as the world above was concerned. This suited them just fine as it allowed them to better fulfill their Lord's will. With the discovery of the planned ritual, all members were in attendance. "Brothers, our orders are clear we must prevent this ritual from occurring no matter the cost." Said Leader. The group had names assigned to them depending on the situation. On a mission, each was assigned a codename befitting their role. Outside of this they had names to distinguish themselves though this was subject to change at a moments notice, how they manage with such a system is a mystery none outside the order are privy to.
As the group studied the stolen maps before them and consulted their available supplies, they discussed how best to disrupt the ritual. One member, currently referred to as Discord, was the first to speak. "Directly striking the summoners is possible but difficult, if we could plant agents among their ranks its possible we can 'persuade' a few of them of the existence of traitors among their own. They would do our job for us then." Another member, Audacity made her option known."While extremely dangerous, if we can successfully alter their ritual preparations, the whole thing will come apart on it's own, we can even frame it as intervention of one of the other Gods." Yet another member, Strife, spoke. "If we're to infiltrate the camp we need a distraction. As it so happens there are Ork warbands throughout the countryside we can herd in the direction of their outer camps. This should keep them busy for awhile."
For days these talks continued until finally the order came to mobilize. They gathered the tools of their trade, supplies to last them the trip, and departed the halls without a word. Their Lord had given them their orders and they would not disappoint him.
Knives in the Dark
Location: Somerwhere in Mousillon.
While Britonia burned and the Empire Struggled, deep within the Mousillon underground several hooded figures met within the dark halls. They were ghosts, they did not exist as far as the world above was concerned. This suited them just fine as it allowed them to better fulfill their Lord's will. With the discovery of the planned ritual, all members were in attendance. "Brothers, our orders are clear we must prevent this ritual from occurring no matter the cost." Said Leader. The group had names assigned to them depending on the situation. On a mission, each was assigned a codename befitting their role. Outside of this they had names to distinguish themselves though this was subject to change at a moments notice, how they manage with such a system is a mystery none outside the order are privy to.
As the group studied the stolen maps before them and consulted their available supplies, they discussed how best to disrupt the ritual. One member, currently referred to as Discord, was the first to speak. "Directly striking the summoners is possible but difficult, if we could plant agents among their ranks its possible we can 'persuade' a few of them of the existence of traitors among their own. They would do our job for us then." Another member, Audacity made her option known."While extremely dangerous, if we can successfully alter their ritual preparations, the whole thing will come apart on it's own, we can even frame it as intervention of one of the other Gods." Yet another member, Strife, spoke. "If we're to infiltrate the camp we need a distraction. As it so happens there are Ork warbands throughout the countryside we can herd in the direction of their outer camps. This should keep them busy for awhile."
For days these talks continued until finally the order came to mobilize. They gathered the tools of their trade, supplies to last them the trip, and departed the halls without a word. Their Lord had given them their orders and they would not disappoint him.
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- Location
- Myanmar, Yangon
*shakes head*
Of course, this has to happen while I was asleep. I thought most of us here knows that the QM might try to even the odds considering the fact we're get powerful in a short amount of time?
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Et Sic Incipit
- Location
- Planet Earth, North America
Im fine with that. We grew way too powerful too easily, this is a step towards game balance.
- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
Game balance is good, too much power means the quest will be over too quickly
- Location
- Castlevania
@Dain24601 select your omake reward:
[] +10 to a action of your choosing
[] +10 to the action "Sabotage the ritual"
[] Information about something of your choosing
- Location
- United States
[X] +10 to the action "Sabotage the ritual"
By the comet, we need all the help we can get.
Also my other omake ideas are available if anyone wants to try. If I don't get any takers, I'll likely end up writing the rest of them. Don't expect quality work if that's the case.
By the comet, we need all the help we can get.
Also my other omake ideas are available if anyone wants to try. If I don't get any takers, I'll likely end up writing the rest of them. Don't expect quality work if that's the case.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Will have to do it tomorrow, house sitting due to my sister having her baby today.
A House Divided Cannot Stand (Canon)
- Location
- United States
Two in one day? What the hell, why not.
"Whaaag!!!" Once again for the third time that night, the Norscans we're awoken by the sound of an incoming attack and once more they mobilized to meet it. It was far too easy to lead these stray ork bands into clashes with the Norscans.
As the Ork war-band clashed with the exhausted Norscans, neither side noticed as helmeted Norscan warriors fell behind their comrades answering charge before ultimately returning to the camps, nor did they notice as several corpses from the piles they'd made suddenly arose and began cutting open several others to retrieve their equipment. The group made their way into the food stores and added their own special blend into the mix.
The next morning several Norscans awoke in a maddened frenzy and began attacking indiscriminately. The leader of this camp was among the ones who had to be put down. That he was supposed to be one of the summoners was a setback that would delay the summoning until a replacement could be found. A whispered word in the ears of the survivors convinced them that the fallen we're khanites and that several others we're likely among their ranks, ready to sabotage their great work.
The seed of doubt had been planted, now began the work to tend to it's poisonous growth. The ritual would be stopped no matter what methods they would ultimately have to employ.
A House Divided Cannot Stand
Location: Outskirts of Castle of Lyonesse"Whaaag!!!" Once again for the third time that night, the Norscans we're awoken by the sound of an incoming attack and once more they mobilized to meet it. It was far too easy to lead these stray ork bands into clashes with the Norscans.
As the Ork war-band clashed with the exhausted Norscans, neither side noticed as helmeted Norscan warriors fell behind their comrades answering charge before ultimately returning to the camps, nor did they notice as several corpses from the piles they'd made suddenly arose and began cutting open several others to retrieve their equipment. The group made their way into the food stores and added their own special blend into the mix.
The next morning several Norscans awoke in a maddened frenzy and began attacking indiscriminately. The leader of this camp was among the ones who had to be put down. That he was supposed to be one of the summoners was a setback that would delay the summoning until a replacement could be found. A whispered word in the ears of the survivors convinced them that the fallen we're khanites and that several others we're likely among their ranks, ready to sabotage their great work.
The seed of doubt had been planted, now began the work to tend to it's poisonous growth. The ritual would be stopped no matter what methods they would ultimately have to employ.
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- Location
- Castlevania
Select your omake reward:
[] +10 to Sabotage the ritual
[] ???
[] ???
- Location
- Castlevania
They really are interesting aren't they lord Tzeentch.
- Location
- United States
Looks like there actually is some competition among the Chaos Gods. Also a reminder we have an intrigue score of 55 + 10 in omake bonuses at the moment. If the roll is made now we'd need a roll of 65 or higher to win. We need more bonuses.
- Location
- Myanmar, Yangon
......You got balls, I will give you that.
- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
why are we tempting fate :< This is horrifying
- Location
- United States
As I understand it, this isn't tempting fate, this is revealing the players involved in this current fiasco.
The first omake reveled who was being summoned, this would not have changed if a different option were chosen, we simply wouldn't have known unless the ritual went through.
Also, how long do we have to create omakes before the vote is called and the point of no return is crossed?
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Bait and Switch (Semi-Canon)
- Location
- Singapore
Bait and Switch
Location: Somewhere outside Castle Lyonesse
It was the low tide, the seabed below the motte of Castle Lyonesse lie exposed beneath the sun revealing the bounty of Manann. Kelp, shrimp and crabs were aplenty but these did not interest the men scurrying across the slippery lichen covered ground.
Their target, the complex series of caves beneath the motte now exposed alongside the underground river. They quickly entered the largest one where the river flowed to the sea, uncaring for leaving any traces for they would be washed away once the tide rises again.
They penetrated as deeply as they dared and stopped directly beneath the castle's foundations. Now they carefully and precisely planted the devices and implements granted them by Holy Aleksander and ritually carved sigils and runes into the rock as they hummed hymns praising His Name.
Finishing their Sacred Task, they fell back in good order, scattering scraps of Ork & Nroscan weapons and fetishes randomly about, sometimes wandering into side paths and doubling back.
By the time they reached the exit, the tide had risen and fell, the waning moon provided minimal light, casting enough shadows for them to safely retreat undetected back to their safehouse.
Now they released their Messenger Bat from the roof to report their success and waited.
Dawn.
A great rumble resounded from Castle Lyonesse. Birds screeched and took to the air alongside a huge cloud of dust rising from the earth.
A small tidal wave swept to shore coating it with jetsam buzzing with flies and a vile otherworldly stench.
The Duke of Lyonesse roared with rage as his knights & squires ran around like headless chickens as anarchy reigned.
As to why? Castle Lyonesse has sank a foot into the earth, also it was now leaning.
Location: Somewhere outside Castle Lyonesse
It was the low tide, the seabed below the motte of Castle Lyonesse lie exposed beneath the sun revealing the bounty of Manann. Kelp, shrimp and crabs were aplenty but these did not interest the men scurrying across the slippery lichen covered ground.
Their target, the complex series of caves beneath the motte now exposed alongside the underground river. They quickly entered the largest one where the river flowed to the sea, uncaring for leaving any traces for they would be washed away once the tide rises again.
They penetrated as deeply as they dared and stopped directly beneath the castle's foundations. Now they carefully and precisely planted the devices and implements granted them by Holy Aleksander and ritually carved sigils and runes into the rock as they hummed hymns praising His Name.
Finishing their Sacred Task, they fell back in good order, scattering scraps of Ork & Nroscan weapons and fetishes randomly about, sometimes wandering into side paths and doubling back.
By the time they reached the exit, the tide had risen and fell, the waning moon provided minimal light, casting enough shadows for them to safely retreat undetected back to their safehouse.
Now they released their Messenger Bat from the roof to report their success and waited.
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Dawn.
A great rumble resounded from Castle Lyonesse. Birds screeched and took to the air alongside a huge cloud of dust rising from the earth.
A small tidal wave swept to shore coating it with jetsam buzzing with flies and a vile otherworldly stench.
The Duke of Lyonesse roared with rage as his knights & squires ran around like headless chickens as anarchy reigned.
As to why? Castle Lyonesse has sank a foot into the earth, also it was now leaning.
- Pronouns
- Tul'Mar
fair enough I just want to be careful after all Daemons are no joke