Mopman43
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Mercenary Mage Quest: Asur Dogs of War in Warhammer Fantasy
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When I say "Pariah" I mean things like "The Asur might very well blacklist anyone who does business with him". This is standard policy that the Asur use to choke out Druchii influence among the humans: you can only deal with Asur or Druchii, and the former are a lot more lucrative to have as partners.
That would work, yes.
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Have the Asur done the same with the Dawi as well? Or it ain't worth it since the War of the Beard is over and doing so would be pointless and wasteful right?
Imperious
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Do the Asur have really zero tolerance for Druchii defectors? In real life countries in bitter war with each other have been known to pay handsomely for members in note worthy positions among the enemy in order to get them to switch teams.
I mean, he is supposed to be very charismatic and cunning, so basicaly 30+ Diplomacy and Intrigue.
Plenty of the more creative submissions are already stretching disbelief. Compared to some of the others, persuading some disgrunted pirates to desert dosen't seen too much of a big deal.
If i add that their Captain was very shitty and mistreated them, would that be better?
And is not like he is going to tell people they are Druchii. If somebody asks, they will just say they are from Nagarythe. Beside a Nagarythian (wich there are very few in the Old World they can potentialy meet) who can prove otherwise?
They just have to stay clear of the Elven Quarters unless extremely necessary.
And if somebody discovers the truth, Calarel wil put on his best smile and point out that they deserted, so technicaly they aren't Druchii anymore. Or at least, not enemies of the Asur.
Mopman43
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They actually specifically buy Dwarf goods from Tilean middlemen.
In contrast to the Dark Elves, trying to go full exclusionary with the entire Karaz Ankor might actually see them lose. The Karaks are pretty built into the Old World economy. The Asur are newcomers to the scene, relatively speaking.
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the Asur dont like the Dwarves and have a few old issues with them they are not over
The Asur utterly loath the Druchii and are at war with them
very different circumstances. During the War of the Beard it would have been a different matter, but back then they did not have any mutal trading partners anyway
The Asur utterly loath the Druchii and are at war with them
very different circumstances. During the War of the Beard it would have been a different matter, but back then they did not have any mutal trading partners anyway
Sertorius
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It was said in the Quest and outside of it, that anyone doing any kind of business with the Druchii will be blacklisted by the Asur, even more so for one of their own. No Asur will deal with them, all shall snub them, guards won't lift a finger if one is robbed inside their territory, the Sea Guard won't help out while at sea and may even sink you outright if it has a bad day.
There is no such thing as former Druchii, they will always be so, therefore having them at your side is hazardous for your health in many ways than one. Asur may even be subject to criminal liability for any dealings with their dark kin.
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Imperious
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Also it seems like just a good military practice? From the sound of the description not only did he manage to get a bunch of corsairs to defect, he actually managed to get them to take their ship with them when defecting. Even for someone who thinks the corsairs are irredeemable scumbags ships are expensive, and a ship less in the Witch King's fleets is a ship less.
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I just wanted some badass officiers that Calarel managed to subvert, making them normal pirates or Norscans wouldn't be as effective to show off how good at persuasion Calarel is.
Vampires?
That somehow feels even worse than Druchii.......
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No, they do not. As mentioned the dwarfs are not considered nearly as vile as the Druchii, and the Asur stand a good chance of losing that trade war even if they wanted to.
On the polity-level, yes. Individuals might see it otherwise, but they need to carefully keep it under wraps.
You could say that it's counterproductive, but the Asur are not optimized robots. In fact they're quite the opposite, heightened emotions and all that.
Also, consider that Malekith and Morathi would certainly send out infiltrators under the guise of defectors specifically to poison the well against any genuine deserters.
It is a big deal when it's an Asur convincing Druchii to desert. Like, it cannot be understated how much they hate each other.
It is perhaps not impossible, but by comparison even vampires would be more likely.
That might work, if they took all of the necessary precautions, though it would still be risky.
And other Druchii.
And as I have mentioned previously, the Nagarythians have intelligence-gathering networks in the Old World specifically to track the movements of the Druchii. Being part of such a network would have been one of the options had the Agent of Ulthuan archetype been chosen during character creation.
Mainstream Asur would not see it that way.
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Very well, i will make them either Norscans or Vampires. Maybe Norscans is better?
Imperious
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To be fair I think that attempts to poison the well by Morathi and Malekith with regards to defectors would actually enhance the achievement of getting defectors to desert with a piece of valuable equipment like a ship. A deserter might be a secret double agent, but a valuable piece of military equipment can be commandeered and even be put to use by the Asur. Even Alith Anar uses a magic item he stole from the Druchii.
But otherwise fair enough. It might not be an entirely rational course of action for the Asur to have zero tolerance to defectors, but people who have been engaged in a millennia long fratricidal war don't necessarily have to be entirely rational about said war.
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Depends on what kind of Norscans. Vampires could be convinced to join just purely on self-interest, but Norscans range from "Nordlander with a funny accent" to "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE".
Norscan mercenaries are common across the world, particularly from the southern tribes like Bjornlings, Baersonlings and Sarls that normally keep the Chaos on the downlow.
Adrian XXIV
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Is that really a reason to keep on pushing it further and further?
Well, Vampires it is then.
Okay, i changed it.
They aren't Druchii, but Vampire Pirates that Calarel met near the coast of Araby.
The soldiers of the company don't know their true nature for obvious reasons, but those officers sure seem to have more military expirience than should be possible at their apparent age, don't they?
They aren't Druchii, but Vampire Pirates that Calarel met near the coast of Araby.
The soldiers of the company don't know their true nature for obvious reasons, but those officers sure seem to have more military expirience than should be possible at their apparent age, don't they?
Once a Druchii always a Druchii, the only good Druchii is a dead Druchii, sins of Malkeith are the sins of all Druchii.
Idk I feel like there are a lot of parallels between druchii and even in generic sword coast Drizzt Do'Urden is so noteworthy for not being a murder/rapist/sadist in a society of them that the entire society tries routinely to kill him. Are there any named Druchii that are not monsters IC?
Idk I feel like there are a lot of parallels between druchii and even in generic sword coast Drizzt Do'Urden is so noteworthy for not being a murder/rapist/sadist in a society of them that the entire society tries routinely to kill him. Are there any named Druchii that are not monsters IC?
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Kurgan vampire pirates he met off the coast of Ind.
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IMO they are called "very rare Asur with a very checkered past"
The High Elves must have the equivalent of spooks/ future possible Grey Wizards in the Empire. I expect they would know of
these cases.
More "likely", a former spy decides to stop reporting. The Malekith worshipper of that particular story "went native", but ultimately feared the WitchKing too much to go through with it.
The High Elves must have the equivalent of spooks/ future possible Grey Wizards in the Empire. I expect they would know of
these cases.
More "likely", a former spy decides to stop reporting. The Malekith worshipper of that particular story "went native", but ultimately feared the WitchKing too much to go through with it.
Imperious
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The West's Hammer
Born in the mountainous lands of Caledor, Dalos was the first and only son of a village seamstress, his own father having been a miner who found his death in a mining accident at the Dragonspine Mountains' Ithilmar mines.
Like many of Caledor's youths Dalos grew on the heroic stories of Caledor's cavalrymen and dragon riders. Dreaming as a child of being a mighty lancer, resplendent in his own suit of Ithilmar dragon armor and having a mother without a heart to yet break her son's dreams, Dalos would spend his time trying to view Caledor's aristocracy's training and tournaments when ever he could, puzzled over the various excuses his mother would tell him for why they could not get a horse of their own.
It was in one such time when Dalos had come to the local stables to observe the elven steeds housed there, that he first encountered Fiarel Flame Strike.
A youth of similar age to his own, Dalos was made to admit under her querry that he had been there to watch the elven steeds, admitting to her his fervent wish to one day ride an elven steed of his own. Kind Fiarel then, sympathizing with the boy's wish, and making sure to first obtain her own steed's approval, offered for him to ride her own steed for a short time, being able to empathize with the youth's affection for the equines.
To this day Dalos remembers the encounter as being the happiest moment of his life.
Having experienced a ride upon an elven steed for the first time in his life, Dalos soon threw himself at finding work when ever he could. Now old enough to understand what his kind hearted mother was simply unwilling to say, that their household could not afford such a steed, he became determined to be able to afford such a horse on his own. An exceptionally hard worker, obtaining the necessary funds would nevertheless be a labor of many years. In that time one of the few leisures Dalos would still allow himself was visits to the stables, occassionally meeting Fiarel again whenever he could, where the kind hearted girl would occassionally allow him to ride upon her steed once more. He did not even notice when his dream of riding upon a horse of his own changed to that of the two of them riding together throughout the local valley.
It was in one of those encounters that Dalos learned more about Fiarel's life in turn. A daughter of one of Caledor's true dragon princes, the rider of a mighty Sun Dragon, Fiarel was a dragon princess in truth, her family holding an estate near Dalos' village which they would occassionally use as a resort, the local flatlands making for comfortable riding when ever any of her family wished to indulge in such. The two became good friends, Fiarel regaling Dalos with the martial tales of her father and older siblings and Dalos telling her stories of his everyday life, the princess finding such tales quaint. In time, the two of them now well into their adulthood, Dalos would even achieve his dream of riding beside Fiarel upon a horse of his own, though by then however such a dream had long since been eclipsed by his wish to have her hand in marriage.
Under little illusion about the chances of someone of his station being allowed to wed the daughter of a dragon rider and by now long since coming to understand that he would never be allowed to join the Silver Helms while knowing that it would not be long before conscription would separate them for half a century, Dalos admitted to Fiarel his desire to join the Lothern Sea Guard for his militia service, hoping to try to raise his station by joining one of the most competitive and elite military orders a commoner like himself could serve at before he became relegated to the archer regiments.
Approving of her friend's ambition, Fiarel managed to arrange for one of her family's men, a veteran of centuries of military service, to train him to meet the requirements for early induction into the Seaguard. Such tutelage bore fruit, and Dalos was accepted into the Sea Guard's rank. His early childhood dream of wearing ithilmar armor now achieved, if not quite in the fashion he had imagined it. Holding back tears during their last encounter before his induction Dalos thanked Fiarel for her help, and promised they'd meet again once his mandatory military service was over. For her part Fiarel just laughed, clapping him on the shoulder and telling him he could pay her back with a souveneir from one of the distant lands his service in the Sea Guard would take him to.
Dalos' first friend made during his service in the Sea Guard was an elf named Gaion. A veteran of half a century of militia service, Gaion decided to continue his career in the military via enlisting in the Sea Guard rather then continuing to serve in the Phoenix King's armies or returning to civilian life, the local family business in Eataine not needing a fifth child to return home by then. Managing to recognize Dalos' lack of earlier military service, Gaion tried to convince him of the need to share his rations with his senior service members, though laughingly relented when Dalos pointed out that in this case beauty should come before age.
The two's bond would become entrentched during the Sea Guard's early training meant to turn veteran militia members into something worthy of the name Sea Guard. In those difficult days Dalos would often rely on Gaion for help and advice on handling the everyday requirements of being a soldier that his training regime hadn't entirely prepared him to, while Gaion would on rely Dalos for help in managing manuvers and flourishes that he had learned from a master of the craft.
The two became fast friends, their missions in the Sea Guard often taking them to the same battlefields together. When Dalos was eventually promoted to their unit sergeant over him Gaion could honestly say that he took no issue with it, claiming that Dalos deserved it, though not without mentioning that Dalos could do without the stick up his ass, and that perhaps now he'd be willing to join him in enjoying in some drinking and revelry when ever they were given leave at Ulthuan rather then spending even all of his free time training. Dalos would decline, to Gaion's lamentation, glancing shortly at his shoulder while smiling before getting back to his next task.
Another close friend made by Dalos during had been an elf by name of Iruel. Having been promoted to the position of lieutenant by now Dalos found Iruel to be a capable subordinate finding her severe and serious regard towards her duties a match for his own, admitting towards her at time that he'd rather have her take command of his men before Gaion should he be transfered or promoted again. For her part Iruel respected Dalos' professionalism, being convinced that his men's exceptional achievements on and off the battlefield had been owed to it and viewing him as an excellent mentor.
It on one such missions that Dalos encountered the dragon prince Larian Truefang.
A dragon rider, Truefang was to be attached to the Seaguard's mission, an assault upon a previously uninhabited island that had secretly been made into a base by Druchii corsairs from which to allow them a forward position for their raids on the old world.
Vaguely cognizant of the fact that he was encountering and getting to speak, if clearly not as an equal, with one of his childhood idols, Dalos found the dragon prince to be rather insufferable, his repeated sneers and lack of patience for people he clearly viewed as his lessers being quite grating, though he could respect his long list of achievements.
This vague disdain would soon turn to murderous hatred.
At the assault on the island was ongoing a strafing run of Truefang's dragon impacted the combat line in which Dalos' men were engaged in melee with the Druchii, killing more than a score of Dark Elves but killing several of the Sea Guard and wounding even more.
After the successful assault before he could bring his complaints to his superiors Dalos found himself arrested. As he were to soon find out Truefang had levied accusations against him of disobeying orders by causing his men to be out of position with the battle plan. Apparently the resident Druchii sorceress had been trying to flee the battle, and when Truefang had noticed her he had been compelled to end her life, with the Seaguard's casualties from friendly fire being blamed on Dalos' insubordination.
His own counter accusations falling on deaf ears Dalos was court martialled. Eventually it was decreed that Dalos would be demoted in rank and dismissed under a punitive discharge. Shocked, people who knew Dalos claimed he would never again smile after that day, though few, if any, would know of the letter he had received from home at the time.
His military career essentially over, Dalos made his way to Sith Rionnasc to ply his trade as a mercenary in service of Marienburg's merchant lords where he would come to eventually command a mercenary comapny of his own. Proceeding to use every bit of the skill in combat, command and connections he had amassed during his life, Dalos promised to himself that in this land in which skill and ability came before the noble titles of Ulthuan that he would one day come to surpass any of the dragon princes in wealth and stature, or die trying.
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Dalos the Dour: Lothern Sea Helm. Equipped to the standard of the Lothern Sea Guard while wielding a Sea Dragon cloak taken as trophy from a defeated Druchii Corsair. Rides an elven steed. Resents Asur aristocrats, hates dragons, never smiles.
Iruel: Veteran Lothern Sea Guard. Convinced of Dalos' innocence, acts as his right hand.
50 Lothern Sea Guard (Ithilmar Helmet, Ithilmar scalemail, elven warbow, spear, shield)
100 Veteran Asur Spearmen (Steel helmet, steel scalemail, spear, shield, shortsword)
100 Veteran Asur Archers (Steel mail shirt, elven longbow, shortsword)
Born in the mountainous lands of Caledor, Dalos was the first and only son of a village seamstress, his own father having been a miner who found his death in a mining accident at the Dragonspine Mountains' Ithilmar mines.
Like many of Caledor's youths Dalos grew on the heroic stories of Caledor's cavalrymen and dragon riders. Dreaming as a child of being a mighty lancer, resplendent in his own suit of Ithilmar dragon armor and having a mother without a heart to yet break her son's dreams, Dalos would spend his time trying to view Caledor's aristocracy's training and tournaments when ever he could, puzzled over the various excuses his mother would tell him for why they could not get a horse of their own.
It was in one such time when Dalos had come to the local stables to observe the elven steeds housed there, that he first encountered Fiarel Flame Strike.
A youth of similar age to his own, Dalos was made to admit under her querry that he had been there to watch the elven steeds, admitting to her his fervent wish to one day ride an elven steed of his own. Kind Fiarel then, sympathizing with the boy's wish, and making sure to first obtain her own steed's approval, offered for him to ride her own steed for a short time, being able to empathize with the youth's affection for the equines.
To this day Dalos remembers the encounter as being the happiest moment of his life.
Having experienced a ride upon an elven steed for the first time in his life, Dalos soon threw himself at finding work when ever he could. Now old enough to understand what his kind hearted mother was simply unwilling to say, that their household could not afford such a steed, he became determined to be able to afford such a horse on his own. An exceptionally hard worker, obtaining the necessary funds would nevertheless be a labor of many years. In that time one of the few leisures Dalos would still allow himself was visits to the stables, occassionally meeting Fiarel again whenever he could, where the kind hearted girl would occassionally allow him to ride upon her steed once more. He did not even notice when his dream of riding upon a horse of his own changed to that of the two of them riding together throughout the local valley.
It was in one of those encounters that Dalos learned more about Fiarel's life in turn. A daughter of one of Caledor's true dragon princes, the rider of a mighty Sun Dragon, Fiarel was a dragon princess in truth, her family holding an estate near Dalos' village which they would occassionally use as a resort, the local flatlands making for comfortable riding when ever any of her family wished to indulge in such. The two became good friends, Fiarel regaling Dalos with the martial tales of her father and older siblings and Dalos telling her stories of his everyday life, the princess finding such tales quaint. In time, the two of them now well into their adulthood, Dalos would even achieve his dream of riding beside Fiarel upon a horse of his own, though by then however such a dream had long since been eclipsed by his wish to have her hand in marriage.
Under little illusion about the chances of someone of his station being allowed to wed the daughter of a dragon rider and by now long since coming to understand that he would never be allowed to join the Silver Helms while knowing that it would not be long before conscription would separate them for half a century, Dalos admitted to Fiarel his desire to join the Lothern Sea Guard for his militia service, hoping to try to raise his station by joining one of the most competitive and elite military orders a commoner like himself could serve at before he became relegated to the archer regiments.
Approving of her friend's ambition, Fiarel managed to arrange for one of her family's men, a veteran of centuries of military service, to train him to meet the requirements for early induction into the Seaguard. Such tutelage bore fruit, and Dalos was accepted into the Sea Guard's rank. His early childhood dream of wearing ithilmar armor now achieved, if not quite in the fashion he had imagined it. Holding back tears during their last encounter before his induction Dalos thanked Fiarel for her help, and promised they'd meet again once his mandatory military service was over. For her part Fiarel just laughed, clapping him on the shoulder and telling him he could pay her back with a souveneir from one of the distant lands his service in the Sea Guard would take him to.
Dalos' first friend made during his service in the Sea Guard was an elf named Gaion. A veteran of half a century of militia service, Gaion decided to continue his career in the military via enlisting in the Sea Guard rather then continuing to serve in the Phoenix King's armies or returning to civilian life, the local family business in Eataine not needing a fifth child to return home by then. Managing to recognize Dalos' lack of earlier military service, Gaion tried to convince him of the need to share his rations with his senior service members, though laughingly relented when Dalos pointed out that in this case beauty should come before age.
The two's bond would become entrentched during the Sea Guard's early training meant to turn veteran militia members into something worthy of the name Sea Guard. In those difficult days Dalos would often rely on Gaion for help and advice on handling the everyday requirements of being a soldier that his training regime hadn't entirely prepared him to, while Gaion would on rely Dalos for help in managing manuvers and flourishes that he had learned from a master of the craft.
The two became fast friends, their missions in the Sea Guard often taking them to the same battlefields together. When Dalos was eventually promoted to their unit sergeant over him Gaion could honestly say that he took no issue with it, claiming that Dalos deserved it, though not without mentioning that Dalos could do without the stick up his ass, and that perhaps now he'd be willing to join him in enjoying in some drinking and revelry when ever they were given leave at Ulthuan rather then spending even all of his free time training. Dalos would decline, to Gaion's lamentation, glancing shortly at his shoulder while smiling before getting back to his next task.
Another close friend made by Dalos during had been an elf by name of Iruel. Having been promoted to the position of lieutenant by now Dalos found Iruel to be a capable subordinate finding her severe and serious regard towards her duties a match for his own, admitting towards her at time that he'd rather have her take command of his men before Gaion should he be transfered or promoted again. For her part Iruel respected Dalos' professionalism, being convinced that his men's exceptional achievements on and off the battlefield had been owed to it and viewing him as an excellent mentor.
It on one such missions that Dalos encountered the dragon prince Larian Truefang.
A dragon rider, Truefang was to be attached to the Seaguard's mission, an assault upon a previously uninhabited island that had secretly been made into a base by Druchii corsairs from which to allow them a forward position for their raids on the old world.
Vaguely cognizant of the fact that he was encountering and getting to speak, if clearly not as an equal, with one of his childhood idols, Dalos found the dragon prince to be rather insufferable, his repeated sneers and lack of patience for people he clearly viewed as his lessers being quite grating, though he could respect his long list of achievements.
This vague disdain would soon turn to murderous hatred.
At the assault on the island was ongoing a strafing run of Truefang's dragon impacted the combat line in which Dalos' men were engaged in melee with the Druchii, killing more than a score of Dark Elves but killing several of the Sea Guard and wounding even more.
After the successful assault before he could bring his complaints to his superiors Dalos found himself arrested. As he were to soon find out Truefang had levied accusations against him of disobeying orders by causing his men to be out of position with the battle plan. Apparently the resident Druchii sorceress had been trying to flee the battle, and when Truefang had noticed her he had been compelled to end her life, with the Seaguard's casualties from friendly fire being blamed on Dalos' insubordination.
His own counter accusations falling on deaf ears Dalos was court martialled. Eventually it was decreed that Dalos would be demoted in rank and dismissed under a punitive discharge. Shocked, people who knew Dalos claimed he would never again smile after that day, though few, if any, would know of the letter he had received from home at the time.
His military career essentially over, Dalos made his way to Sith Rionnasc to ply his trade as a mercenary in service of Marienburg's merchant lords where he would come to eventually command a mercenary comapny of his own. Proceeding to use every bit of the skill in combat, command and connections he had amassed during his life, Dalos promised to himself that in this land in which skill and ability came before the noble titles of Ulthuan that he would one day come to surpass any of the dragon princes in wealth and stature, or die trying.
Numbers:
Dalos the Dour: Lothern Sea Helm. Equipped to the standard of the Lothern Sea Guard while wielding a Sea Dragon cloak taken as trophy from a defeated Druchii Corsair. Rides an elven steed. Resents Asur aristocrats, hates dragons, never smiles.
Iruel: Veteran Lothern Sea Guard. Convinced of Dalos' innocence, acts as his right hand.
50 Lothern Sea Guard (Ithilmar Helmet, Ithilmar scalemail, elven warbow, spear, shield)
100 Veteran Asur Spearmen (Steel helmet, steel scalemail, spear, shield, shortsword)
100 Veteran Asur Archers (Steel mail shirt, elven longbow, shortsword)
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Boodlesnoop
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Expectations of how a meeting between Fanriel and Aramil will go:
Fanriel: You are a wanted criminal!
Aramil: And you're an unwanted criminal!
Fanriel: You are a wanted criminal!
Aramil: And you're an unwanted criminal!