- Location
- USA
...... No man do not go down that path
Lords of Darkness (WHF CK2-Ish Quest)
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- Poland
Whatever do you mean
Burn with FIRE!!
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- Poland
Seriously I'm just saying that if we could, it would have some interesting uses like adding wings for flight without having to change into Dragon Mode or turn our nails into claws so even without weapons we are still armed... you know what? At this point we can just make it into an knock-off Astartes, it's not like Revelation (or Belisarius Cawl) is going to sue us.
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- USA
The last bit what had me go for that reaction so sorry, all that type of stuff is fine
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- Poland
I understand, honestly that last part was supposed to be humorous but it came out serious. I blame the fact that its 2am where I live.
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- Poland
That freeloader is one of the beings that turned the Necrontyr into the Necrons, instigated the War in Haeven and ate the souls of the Old Ones.
Cybandeath
Lord Darkness, and Representative of Mad Science
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- The United States of America
[X] Plan: Undead Tide
Oh....I do know him that's why I want us to eat him if we can with him being still weakened and such
- Location
- world
[X] Plan: Undead Tide
So @Alucard Vampiry is it ok to go on a witch hunt on remaining loyal warshipers of the lady if they escape also can we capture the Green knight then torture him to lose his faith on the lady making him expect her to save him
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- Anchorage, Alaska
Easy on the chaos boner there bud, if we do kill the green knight or break him i want it to be with the truth, not torture...that NEVER ends well.
Well we have a trait that can destroy anyone but the gods so I guess we can do that @RandomDwarf
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- Anchorage, Alaska
jesus christ, were almost a billion undead alone...that is INSANE to think about, at this rate we can simply swamp our enemies regardless the cost. Hell, we could OUT-SKAVEN THE SKAVEN!!!
The rat would be in for a suprise, especially if we get anymore bonuses to the undead combat ability...otherwise it would be nice to gather as many users of magic soon as we are able, just to compliment out forces with spell-casting artillery forces as well as support-buffs and debuffs for the enemy.
hell we might go conquer everything if we wanted to
A Short Talk (Canon)
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- Anchorage, Alaska
Ok, i found out some things, Anath Raema is the dark counter-part of Kronous, and is Khaine's Sister, not his wife (then again gods tend to be weird as fuck sometimes), and she is the godess of the savage hunt and worshipped by fallen wood elves and primarily the dark elves.
also she and her followers arent tolerated in Athel Loren due to the damage it could cause to the worlds body/soul (aka the Weave).
also she and her followers arent tolerated in Athel Loren due to the damage it could cause to the worlds body/soul (aka the Weave).
Drakon was quite, he had been for a century or two and it was difficult to break his habit. Not that he needed to talk, at the point he and his brothers in arms were at in their relationship with one another words had been...more or less undesired, if not wholly discard. He was quite due to the loss of Nature, yet even he could see the need for the Burning. A pity, he would have enjoyed spending time under the woods, if only the Fae and other anceint wooden beings would bloody well get with the times. Even he as a fallen Grail knight had made it a point to learn the times from random strangers whenever he wasn't following HER orders.
Still, concern for his masters plans for the future outweighed his desire for silence with his brothers, and so he approached his master as he motioned for his brothers, well four of them to head off to their assignment, leaving him and Galkrond to follow their master to the Gisoreux with the second half of the legion of the dead...and the newest members of their seemingly endless army. Just the thought of how many had died in these few lands alone in noble bretonnia worried the Dragon Lord. How many unattended bodies some random necromancer could have toiled if they had but the fraction of his masters power?
The prospects...were rather unnerving. Still, it was time once the two armies with their reinforcements and the garrison was complete to speak with his master.
"My Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask you a question?" Drakon asked, his voice as gnarled and stiff as wooden trees groaning in the wind as his nature took hold.
"You May Drakon, what is on your mind?" Dracul the Father of Dragons and so many other titles and names spoke, his tone light and conversational even as his children took flight above the army, the march of the dead either silent or broken only by the shuffling of gear and the sound of the gear of the legions of dead clanking with each other, no breathing besides the number of dark beasts and the necromancers and wizards among the teeming masses of dead flesh and bone or beastial fury.
"My lord i must ask you, was it wise to anger the fay like this? I am sure that the cleansing of the woods was needed, as it had been too long since true nature had taken hold...but to anger the fay would not yield more corpses or anything else besides satisfaction of a dead foe? So i must ask of you my lord, Why?" Drakon asked, his tone curious and stance one of confusion as his ethereal beast made of the wind of life walked alongside his master.
"Humph, a good question, yes the Fay would not yield much resources, and if any information I could take from their wretched hands would be little to no use of me, unless it was for ancient lore or perhaps mundane things that would lead to stagnation...yet I must do this, for a Grave Debt has been unpaid for Centuries. Yes, a Blood Debt of my Predecessor, robbed and murdered by the elven gods. I intend to collect my due, either from their flesh, their treasures, or their loyalty for all time. if they give none of these...i will burn Athel Loren to the ground. Simple as that, and if they have a issue with me doing so? Then they would be wise to acknowledge that I rule these lands now." Dracul snarled out as he felt the old memories of his predecessor flow up to his mind, of the broken deal, stolen power, and when he fled to recover his strength...murder by a elven godess who could not stand his form. Yes...how many centuries has his children passed the soul-memory of the slain, plotting their vengeance even in the darkest depths of their soul's?
How could he as the New Father of Dragons not complete this Grudge, and to Tear the elven BITCH apart and devour her whole as she dies SCREAMING within his gullet.
"I see my lord, i understand now, thank you." Drakon nodded as he calmly returned to his position behind his lord. No wonder why his master seemed so angry when he ordered the woods to be purged...the memories of dragons were long indeed, and more so of their souls...if the song was any indication, the oldest grudges of dragon-kind were being brought up to bear, one that even he could feel with his bond to the Dragons of the Forest...and there was indeed MANY grudges that will take centuries to finish off.
If this was what the good Dwarves of the mountains had to deal with all the time, all the more he could now sympathize with them, this indeed was a heavy burden to bear, yet he would bear it all the same.
Anath Raema, he would remember that name until he found a way for his lord to truly kill her, he would wait...and one day, his wards would rule the forest instead of the other way around.
Beyond and unknown to Drakons thoughts, Dracul/Aleksander plotted...it wasn't strange really to see the former simple vampire plot, yet his plans stretched to the next century as he planned and plotted the rise of HIS kingdom, his realm for his children, and that of HIS people. He normally wouldn't have spoken so much before a campaign, preferring to plot the next few moves he would need to do, calculate the number of dead he has in his roster, and the exact positions to ensure minimal casualties while maximizing his gain. As well as planning how to intergrate his new lands. Dwarf quality roads would be a must, as well as their expansion to allow ten men to walk abreast with room for their arms to move freely.
Yes, that would be one thing, but as well as gaurd posts for the living and dead every few miles...he had noted a appaling number of empty places where they would have been perfect for guard-houses and warning beacons for any raids. Not even a single bird-house to give raven messengers. A pity, their loss was his gain, and with how information was sorely lacking in these days due to how bretonnian peasants were treated and how merchants were almost all but conspired by the nobility to be brow beaten to massage their overblown worthless pride.
He would admit some nobles DID reach his expectations of what a noble should be, as well as used their privilege's responsibly...a shame only so few were left from his rampages...As it was however he still had a task to complete...and a trap to orchestrate. The BITCH will come, one way or another...the witch will be devoured, and if Orion or Ariel have a problem with his ways, then they can come talk to him directly. especially since they allowed the wretched beastmen to walk under their so-called precious woods. If they had even done as they preached the beastmen would have been exterminated so long ago.
Bah, he would learn more of what those foolish wood sprites are like when the rest of his children join him, as well as when his trap is set. The Savage Hunt wouldn't miss a second chance at the dragon she couldnt claim a trophy of...and with how few and weak the elven race was becoming even with the darker kin's numbers? All he had to do was find the right place and prepare to Slay a Goddess. One might say that was easier said then done, yet they forget one thing, she was a hunter...not a warrior.
Thus, for a being more then willing and ready to truly wage war, she will be unprepared...and he WILL take her power and throw whatever remnants of her are left to burn in his abyss. This he swore on the dragon song, a fitting repayment...and if athel loren stood in his way? Then so be it, he would show them why he was The Dragon.
Still, concern for his masters plans for the future outweighed his desire for silence with his brothers, and so he approached his master as he motioned for his brothers, well four of them to head off to their assignment, leaving him and Galkrond to follow their master to the Gisoreux with the second half of the legion of the dead...and the newest members of their seemingly endless army. Just the thought of how many had died in these few lands alone in noble bretonnia worried the Dragon Lord. How many unattended bodies some random necromancer could have toiled if they had but the fraction of his masters power?
The prospects...were rather unnerving. Still, it was time once the two armies with their reinforcements and the garrison was complete to speak with his master.
"My Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask you a question?" Drakon asked, his voice as gnarled and stiff as wooden trees groaning in the wind as his nature took hold.
"You May Drakon, what is on your mind?" Dracul the Father of Dragons and so many other titles and names spoke, his tone light and conversational even as his children took flight above the army, the march of the dead either silent or broken only by the shuffling of gear and the sound of the gear of the legions of dead clanking with each other, no breathing besides the number of dark beasts and the necromancers and wizards among the teeming masses of dead flesh and bone or beastial fury.
"My lord i must ask you, was it wise to anger the fay like this? I am sure that the cleansing of the woods was needed, as it had been too long since true nature had taken hold...but to anger the fay would not yield more corpses or anything else besides satisfaction of a dead foe? So i must ask of you my lord, Why?" Drakon asked, his tone curious and stance one of confusion as his ethereal beast made of the wind of life walked alongside his master.
"Humph, a good question, yes the Fay would not yield much resources, and if any information I could take from their wretched hands would be little to no use of me, unless it was for ancient lore or perhaps mundane things that would lead to stagnation...yet I must do this, for a Grave Debt has been unpaid for Centuries. Yes, a Blood Debt of my Predecessor, robbed and murdered by the elven gods. I intend to collect my due, either from their flesh, their treasures, or their loyalty for all time. if they give none of these...i will burn Athel Loren to the ground. Simple as that, and if they have a issue with me doing so? Then they would be wise to acknowledge that I rule these lands now." Dracul snarled out as he felt the old memories of his predecessor flow up to his mind, of the broken deal, stolen power, and when he fled to recover his strength...murder by a elven godess who could not stand his form. Yes...how many centuries has his children passed the soul-memory of the slain, plotting their vengeance even in the darkest depths of their soul's?
How could he as the New Father of Dragons not complete this Grudge, and to Tear the elven BITCH apart and devour her whole as she dies SCREAMING within his gullet.
"I see my lord, i understand now, thank you." Drakon nodded as he calmly returned to his position behind his lord. No wonder why his master seemed so angry when he ordered the woods to be purged...the memories of dragons were long indeed, and more so of their souls...if the song was any indication, the oldest grudges of dragon-kind were being brought up to bear, one that even he could feel with his bond to the Dragons of the Forest...and there was indeed MANY grudges that will take centuries to finish off.
If this was what the good Dwarves of the mountains had to deal with all the time, all the more he could now sympathize with them, this indeed was a heavy burden to bear, yet he would bear it all the same.
Anath Raema, he would remember that name until he found a way for his lord to truly kill her, he would wait...and one day, his wards would rule the forest instead of the other way around.
Beyond and unknown to Drakons thoughts, Dracul/Aleksander plotted...it wasn't strange really to see the former simple vampire plot, yet his plans stretched to the next century as he planned and plotted the rise of HIS kingdom, his realm for his children, and that of HIS people. He normally wouldn't have spoken so much before a campaign, preferring to plot the next few moves he would need to do, calculate the number of dead he has in his roster, and the exact positions to ensure minimal casualties while maximizing his gain. As well as planning how to intergrate his new lands. Dwarf quality roads would be a must, as well as their expansion to allow ten men to walk abreast with room for their arms to move freely.
Yes, that would be one thing, but as well as gaurd posts for the living and dead every few miles...he had noted a appaling number of empty places where they would have been perfect for guard-houses and warning beacons for any raids. Not even a single bird-house to give raven messengers. A pity, their loss was his gain, and with how information was sorely lacking in these days due to how bretonnian peasants were treated and how merchants were almost all but conspired by the nobility to be brow beaten to massage their overblown worthless pride.
He would admit some nobles DID reach his expectations of what a noble should be, as well as used their privilege's responsibly...a shame only so few were left from his rampages...As it was however he still had a task to complete...and a trap to orchestrate. The BITCH will come, one way or another...the witch will be devoured, and if Orion or Ariel have a problem with his ways, then they can come talk to him directly. especially since they allowed the wretched beastmen to walk under their so-called precious woods. If they had even done as they preached the beastmen would have been exterminated so long ago.
Bah, he would learn more of what those foolish wood sprites are like when the rest of his children join him, as well as when his trap is set. The Savage Hunt wouldn't miss a second chance at the dragon she couldnt claim a trophy of...and with how few and weak the elven race was becoming even with the darker kin's numbers? All he had to do was find the right place and prepare to Slay a Goddess. One might say that was easier said then done, yet they forget one thing, she was a hunter...not a warrior.
Thus, for a being more then willing and ready to truly wage war, she will be unprepared...and he WILL take her power and throw whatever remnants of her are left to burn in his abyss. This he swore on the dragon song, a fitting repayment...and if athel loren stood in his way? Then so be it, he would show them why he was The Dragon.
Oh shit @RandomDwarf it seems the power of dragons has influence us somewhat
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
its our nature, plus the QM has stated since we took the time to bond with the murder beasts we subconsciously place dragons above humans and vampires. Our domain of Dragons is evolving into a regular/Greater Domain soon enough due to simple worship, in time we will have enough dragons nearby we might end up getting things rolling. The biggest thing i want is the Domain of Magic.
Why? because that makes EVERYTHING much easier to go Techno-Magic domain, plus if you guys have read the quest "Respect Your Elders" which I highly suggest if you want a look into the lizardmen and how they act with sheer bullshit techno-magic fuckery, (which I hope to one day get us too), the link is Here.
Enjoy the read, and @Alucard Vampiry take a good look at it, Xantalos alwasy enjoys having more people on the quest, though he takes a long time to update its a damn good quest. Plus it explains how the bloody fuck lizardmen bullshit works a bit.
sorry for pluggin another quest in this, but i feel this will be relevant later on as we grow from bretonnia and might end up dealing with lustria. Lizardmen be wack yo.
- Location
- Poland
I just looked at the garrison at Lyonesse and it has 100 of both Fire and Storm Dragons
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- Castlevania
She can fight against for the soul of humanity but wheter or not she will lose to the tyrant? She would lose but it would take time.
Yes you can change your body. But why the hell would Dracul even want to do that.
Okay since I will be calling the votes soon, this omake can be considered canonical.
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- Castlevania
Votes are Closed. Undead Tide Wins.
- Location
- Poland
@Alucard Vampiry I've been thinking and armies of both Dukedoms we conquered were in the 25-30 thousand range (and considering that Lyonesse was already weakend by the Rot Tide it stands to reason they could field an even bigger army if given the chance to recover) and with that number I would't be surprised if The Empire could (when united) field armies breaching into the hundreds of thousands, with that said it raises a question: How big is Malleus compared to Earth? Because I don't know of any nation in Earths history that had the tech level of Malleus being able to field armies that large (except for China of course), so is it just bigger and thus has more farmland and as everyone knows more food = more people, or is there some other reason?
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