Hmm... at least Mordred has her super speed thing, so commuting across her new Empire (for herself at least) won't be a problem. And she doesn't have anymore worries about manpower! It's also a good thing she just got paid a huge amount of moola by the Dwarfs so she has at least a little capital. Perhaps she should consider trying to become the goddess of paperwork so she can just have it magically fill itself out at her will?
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My Life as Mordred in Warhammer World After Training on Earth Bet
- Thread starter wowow2264
- Start date
- Mature Fantasy
Did the neighbor at least partil or fully pay the bills? Also its okey for being late, better even than dropping the thread.
Gehahahahahahaha she is breaking the fourth wall slowly by becoming conscious.
~and then along came
I thought this are incursions into the Skaven mines then turning back to the Karak, but its a campaign to liberate Eight Peaks?
Hehehe, Rocks are the natural barriers againt Chaos, it is small resistance but still there.
Bamboozled that you are working on getting a full tan,and will try to follow it while doing there responsibilities and labor.
*points at it* Oi Mordred, your experiment got out and populate like Rabbits.
Gehahahahahaha, new saying for the sentries and warning "Don't go being a Bait now." When one attempts to walk or move a fair distance, or just move from his place at all.
Facepalm and migrained aneuresym Mordred, gehahahahaahahahaha.
...now where will we move our Capital too? And the Cults in the Empire will be a pain.
BlackBaron
Inspector General
- Location
- Michigan, USA
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
It's hilarious how Mordred's Cult is not only better in every way in terms of success, but has managed to do more in her name than all four major Chaos Cults and the Vampire Clans have been able to do in the history of Warhammer. They not only succeeded in ending the War of the Three Emperors which evolved into a four way civil war, but they also removed all of the Elector Counts, the Three Emperors, their supporters, the major religious leaders for both Ulrican and Sigmarites (which would have been unavoidable), appointed their own Emperor and inviting Mordred to rule them. The Carsteins brought the Empire almost crashing down in their first attempt with Vlad at the helm, but failed. Chaos forces have invaded or occupied portions of the Empire, but were always beaten back some how. Neither of these groups, however can claim to have successfully broken the Empire to the point of actually be able to declare victory over it. Way to go Mordred you succeeded without trying or wanting to more than most of the setting's primary villains have ever accomplished.
I doubt it, other members of my family were handling that while I focused on my dog. I've never even seen our neighbors, let alone them do something remotely like being responsible. technically they aren't at fault since their dogs were on their side of the fence and my dog was on our side, or so I've been told. How my dog got hurt was because we have those chain fences with large holes in them that are big enough for a dogs head to fit through, and their Rottweiler got ahold of my dog and tried to drag him through the fence with the aid of their other smaller dog.
Sssshhh. No body but her knows that, if she just acts confused about where they came from like everybody else then no one will yell at her.
I mentioned it in my earlier post but probably Nuln.
- Location
- washington
cults will be a pain but a much lesser pain due to the aegis of mordred making them really really hard. Of course you need mages for the whole empire and get it so they aren't killed by witch hunters and mobs of idiots to make and power them everywhere.
- Location
- Pale Blue Dot
While very useful, the "evil" alignment tag makes it not worth it.
...however... Manpower + Education + Administration = The Dark Arts of Bureaucracy! The really hard parts would be to regularly clean up the corruption and (often deliberately inflicted) inefficiencies.
Wizards with knights as bodyguards come to a city, on the Empress' order
Mob o'Citizens with torches & pitchforks: "Boo! Hiss! Go AWAY!!"
Wizards & Knights: *stops, shrugs, and walks away*
Mob: ?
...
Mayor, next day: "As we all know, the mob yesterday managed to drive out the people who were to set up an Aegis of Mordred in our fair town. In entirely unrelated news, I'm quitting tonight, and moving with my family to the next town over who got one instead of us because we turned the chance down. Good luck with Geheimnisnacht!" *walks out the back with a few extra bodyguards*
Mob: "...ooops?"
Chaos Culttists: "YES!"
Mob: *long glances at the Chaos Cultists. Torches & Pitchforks come up again* "Get them!!!"
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- Location
- The underworld
hi i just want to ask if you can add some things first she does not take of the empire but they get new leadership that a lot smarter and friendlier to her.
the second as she grows in power as a goddess it gets harder and harder to remain on the mortal world, and she knows her will have to one day leave to her godly realm.
this puts her on a timer to get things done before she must leave the mortal world forever, where she only be able to act through her priests
Can I? Yes. Will I? No. I have my own plans for where I want this story to go and changing how established powers work is a big no no. The empire will be dealt with in the next chapter so just read that when it comes out. It has already been established that Mordred can't access her god mode without slowly breaking the walls of reality which would have the same effects as your 'suggestion' and force her to leave the mortal world or make a third hole to the realm of chaos. Adding your idea on top of that would make restraining from using god mode pointless as she will have to leave sooner or later and she would do things entirely differently if she had a time limit on her like that. In the end though, the real answer is that if you want something to happen in a story? Go write it yourself.
- Location
- India
Can Aegis focus itself towards a specific target or it is omni-dimensional? For example can it target tainted Ground like wasteland Soil?
Can They synchronize with each others as well? So that they can form sorta resonance effect to boost each other effect further?
Can They synchronize with each others as well? So that they can form sorta resonance effect to boost each other effect further?
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- Location
- miami
Better put her mages to work making the two way mirrors from Harry Potter because how else would you control just a huge area. Also I expect her own people are going to have mixed feelings about her having to go sort out such a large territory, going to take quite a awhile to fix.
So uh, I didn't get much done during the holidays so no update today. I'm thinking I should be able to get an update out by Thursday if everything goes as planned.
The Aegis is typically a sphere shape, going even into the ground albeit not as much as other directions due to the ground being magic absorbing. You can sort of shape the barrier and if you are exceptionally skilled mage and specialized in the Aegis and barrier research then you can tweak the Aegis to only accept magic from specific sources which would drain said sources faster.
They do not work all that well with each other. Short term (for a couple of days at the most) they can work at normal capacity but after that, they steadily drop in effectiveness as the local magical energy drains far faster from the surroundings. It would be better and (slightly) easier to just set up one giant Aegis than it would be to make a bunch of interlinked across the formerly border princes region.
The Aegis is typically a sphere shape, going even into the ground albeit not as much as other directions due to the ground being magic absorbing. You can sort of shape the barrier and if you are exceptionally skilled mage and specialized in the Aegis and barrier research then you can tweak the Aegis to only accept magic from specific sources which would drain said sources faster.
They do not work all that well with each other. Short term (for a couple of days at the most) they can work at normal capacity but after that, they steadily drop in effectiveness as the local magical energy drains far faster from the surroundings. It would be better and (slightly) easier to just set up one giant Aegis than it would be to make a bunch of interlinked across the formerly border princes region.
Zebrin
Don't bread on me.
- Location
- Wherever you go, there you are.
In this case, that one point of vulnerability is inside said shield, and is also kept somewhat separate from the rest of the population by the distrust for mages. It's not really perfect, but that does lend itself towards better defenses.
Marsyas
Surprisingly Jellicle
- Location
- Undimensioned and Unseen
It's tough to be a god
But when you get the people's nod
Count your blessings
Zebrin
Don't bread on me.
- Location
- Wherever you go, there you are.
No, the three faction's leaders, and ALL of the Elector Counts were assassinated, the ones that replaced them were specifically chosen by the ones that did the assassination to be Mordred Cultists,(Likely via either murdering the heirs that weren't in the cult, bribery, or blackmail.) and then they voted in a new Emperor. Who's first executive order was to call a vote on letting their new glorious leader back into the Empire.
Basically, the Mordred Cultists took the "Politics at the edge of a knife." thing very literally.
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Chapter Eight - Arc Three
Chapter Eight, Why Not to be a Tsundere.
His spear stabbed out, gutting the wolf soldier in front of him before it was retracted again and he deflected the spear thrust towards his feet with the shaft of his own. The new wolf soldier readied his weapon again but was stabbed by Lerner who was on his left. Sadly, Lerner did so at the cost of his life as another wolf soldier stabbed him in the throat.
Gritting his teeth in anger, he thrust his spear at the new wolf soldier and missed as another one deflected his spear. Thankfully it seemed Ranald favored him this day, as a swordsman from his side had been brought to the front of the line and quickly made short work of the two wolf soldiers in front of him. He needed to be rotated soon or he would become too exhausted to hold his weapon straight, much less fight effectively.
The gods answered his silent prayers as the signal for rotation surged throughout the battlelines. Minutes later, he was in a shallyan tent as the priests and priestesses worked to tend to those they could while they could. The fighting was fierce, the battle had already been raging for two days now and it wasn't looking like it was going to end for another day or so. The battle was very slowly turning in their favor but it wasn't doing it with any kind of speed as men go to battle and their bodies dropped to the ground in the blood-stained fields.
He stumbled into his tent. It was decently large although it was a tight squeeze with four per tent. Or it was supposed to be but with Lerner's death, he was the last one of the four assigned to his tent still alive. He made sure his tent was closed and none could peek in without him noticing before he dug out a box from the ground under his bed.
Reverently opening it, he pulled out a necklace, on it was the symbol of Mordred, a dragon's claw holding a bolt of lightning. Kneeling in prayer, he very softly spoke.
"Hail Queen of Dragons, Goddess of Men, Saviour of Empires, Founder of Nations, Warden of Magic, True Empress of The Empire, Mordred Pendragon. I pray to you in the name of Volker Lerner, a faithful man who died in yet another pointless battle of the false emperors. He was a bit of an ass and a horndog, but he brought many including myself into your arms. I pray that you will ensure his safe journey to Morr's embrace just as you ensured the safety of your army's journey to their new home.
May you continue to watch over me and the rest of your faithful servants as we work to grant you your proper place in the empire." He ended his prayer but remained knelt for a moment as he felt a hand grip his shoulder in a consolatory manner as it had happened every time he prayed to his goddess about one of his friends and fellow worshipers dying. But this time as her hand left his shoulder as he went to get up, he felt a brief hug from behind before her faint presence left him.
Pulling himself together, he placed his necklace back into the box and buried it again in the soft earth. His time for prayer was over, now he needed to get ready for his quickly approaching return to the battlefield. One day soon, he and the rest of the Imperial Mordredian Cult would topple the false emperors and their traitorous Elector Counts and the rightful empress, their goddess, would put an end to this endless and pointless bloodshed. He, Ivo Menke, eagerly awaited that day.
She and her fellow servants curtsied gracefully to the Elector Count that owned them before leaving Arda to tend to his "needs" for the evening. Arda was his current favorite of the week and was constantly called to attend the fat pig. She could only pray that Arda would survive the Elector Count's attention mostly intact, not all did after all. She herself was one that didn't.
She absently rubbed the nub that was all that remained of her right arm, a permanent reminder of the time she was his favorite. She was lucky that she had been showing signs of pregnancy or else she would have been thrown into the gutter by now. The son she bore looked quite a bit like her which was their saving grace as she knew the father was actually her village's guard captain she had spent the night with weeks before she had been added to the Elector Count's harem of servant girls.
Not that the Elector Count knew that, of which she was happy about. Her son might not ever know who his mother was but at least he was treated well as one of the Elector Count's very few living "sons."
"Rochelle, this way. Alwine has assigned us to polishing the armor again." Rochelle was taken out of her mind by her friend and fellow maid Saskia loudly calling for her.
Nodding her head to her friend, she walked briskly towards her friend and they headed off to one of the pig's biggest shows of vanity, his fully gold and silver gem studded suit of plate armor sized just for him. It required regular polishing and care to prevent tarnishing even if it was impossible to fully prevent. Hours went by as they carefully polished the massive suit of armor that could feed at least her entire village for a year based on the gold, silver, and gems alone.
"Psst, hey Rochelle, are you going to the meeting tonight?" Saskia whispered as they were almost finished with their task.
Holding back the desire to glance around, she quietly hissed back. "You should know better than to ask something like that in the open like this! But yes, I am going. Now be quiet, Finke should be coming around that corner any moment."
True enough, guardsman Friedwart Finke came around the corner on his regular patrol, his innate cockiness and arrogance on full display. The two of them kept their heads bowed as they finished their work while Finke passed them slowly, his leering gaze searing into their bodies. They only breathed a sigh of relief once he had been out of sight for longer than a few moments.
Getting up, they went to return their supplies and move on to their next task for the day. It was much later into the day that they were finally allowed to rest until the next morning of yet more work. Despite her exhaustion from the day's work, she began her journey towards their meeting spot, guided by the aetherial lights only she and the other faithful of her goddess could see.
She walked softly but confidently, her path never pausing as she made her way unnoticed past the guards and servants that were loyal or too scared of the pig count to join the order. She soon made it to the meeting room and dim light grew and filled the small room as one by one, her fellow members trickled in.
Saskia and Alwine had arrived ahead of her, Arda stumbled in bruised and skin still raw from the scrubbing that she knew from personal experience didn't work to cleanse the taint, Leopold Dahn the groundskeeper arrived shortly after from his shift and then the man who served as both their priest and leader came in moments later. A hush fell over them as guardsman Berngar Faas began the meeting.
"Welcome my friends, I have wonderful news to share with you all before our night of prayer and singing. The time has come, the signal has been lit. In three days, we will rid ourselves of the traitor Elector Counts and the false emperors. In three days we will slaughter us a pig and offer the remains to our goddess Mordred Pendragon." Faas announced with a vicious grin, the lights surrounding them flaring as he did so.
He stood at high alert and ready for anything as he always did when he was on guard duty for Empress Ottilyn Wolf. He and dozens of other greatswords were scattered across the palace grounds to prevent any intruder from getting near their empress. Assassination attempts had been dangerously common even a few months prior as the Mordredian cult revealed themselves and turned the age of three emperors into four.
Now though, it seemed that the traitors hiding in their midst had finally all left for the slowly growing Mordredian army. Only the typical assassins and would be killers tried their hand these days and it was something he was thankful for. Guards tended to die one way or another with each assassination attempt and he didn't really care for dying from poison, an assassin's blade or worse. Well, not for the woman he guarded anyways.
Not that he would dare mention that out loud right now, he had no desire to be killed or worse, given to the witch hunters for not being loyal to the current empress. Empress Wolf, despite her rather ironic name, was the latest in the line of Ottilian Emperors. And she was a treacherous bitch who would happily murder her own to get what she wanted, that's how she got the throne after all.
She allowed all kinds of horrors to happen to the people as long as she could use that information as blackmail against the perpetrator to get what she wanted. There was that disgusting pig of an elector count that everyone tried to avoid naming since it was like he had some sort of dark magic that allowed to detect those who even thought badly of him. Who knew how many poor women had been snatched from their homes and thrust into his bed?
There was also that one countess that he knew for a fact bathed in the blood of young virgin girls believing it would give her immortality. He knew of a dozen other minor nobles whose crimes against their fellow man were uncountable but the empress saw fit to allow them to roam free because they were useful to her. It enraged him but he kept his mouth shut or he would be cut down before everything was ready.
He had been standing guard for several hours by now when he felt it. A shockwave of his goddess's divine energy, one he knew intimately from all the time he spent in prayer, spread across the empire. This was the signal. It was time to take action and begin the biggest coup in history. He prayed to his goddess Mordred Pendragon for strength as he prepared to strike down the greatswords still loyal to the false empress.
Lightning raced across his body, power filling him as he lifted his sword and cut down Richter, the poor bastard. Too stupid to realize his late night dalliances with the false empress would kill him one way or another. Oh well, he never liked him anyways, leered too much at his little sister for his liking. On the other side of the hallway, he could see his fellow greatswords battling it out as Mordred's faithful clashed with the Ottilian Empress's own.
They fought back and forth, hurrying towards the room the empress was in, she had been having tea with the bloody countess when the signal to start went out. He and five other greatswords of Mordred smashed through the door and beheld a twisted sight. The countess and empress were sitting at their table sipping on blood and eating unspeakable things. They stood in shock for a moment which allowed the two of them to react.
The countess revealed her fangs as she lunged forward with inhuman speed at them as the empress stood and evil magics danced between her hands as she prepared to cast some sort of spell. "For Mordred Pendragon!" He cried, echoed by my fellows as they began the fight for their lives and to free the people from the witch and vampire. More energy surged through his body as his goddess bestowed more of her divine energy upon him and his fellows.
Not that it deterred the vampire countess any, she swung her arm and smashed Blecher into the wall, blood splattering as the man slumped against the now heavily damaged wall. Macnicol swung his sword and managed to nick the vampire catching her attention as he and Borngen split off to face the witch empress, hoping that they could prevent her from slaughtering them all with her fell magic.
It was much too late and a blast of her evil magic slammed into him and Borngen but strangely, despite the pain, he wasn't all that wounded or whatever the witch had intended. A glance told him that Borngen was similarly unaffected. Mentally shrugging it off, he charged his former empress who looked surprised and terror filled her face as the two of them closed in on her. She attempted another spell but didn't manage it in time as both he and Borngen cut her down. They lopped off her head just in case before turning around to face the vampire.
It didn't look great. The others had managed to deal minor wounds to the former countess but in exchange only Storl was left standing. The energy that had once filled his body was dim, likely used up to fight off the witch's spell, but he would fight until the end, not a single step back! In lockstep with Borngen he charged the vampire and was easily tossed to the side by said vampire but that gave Borngen an opening to carve a large gash across her torso before he got speared through the chest by the vampire's hand, ripping his heart out.
The vampire countess walked over to him, face enraged and vile magic dancing up and down her body. Raising her hands, she cast her spell and he screamed in agony for what felt like an eternity before it stopped. Opening his eyes, he saw why. Blecher had stood up and chopped the monster's head off. He heard one last whisper before he drifted off into Morr's realm.
"Oi Pohl! Now that I've saved your ass from an angry vampire, let me court your sister already, you damn overprotective bastard!" Blecher declared before a clanging sound as a man in armor fell over. Landolf Pohl closed his eyes and whispered "Never." Before drifting off into unconsciousness.
Ivo Menke's spear stabbed into yet another officer's chest as he joined the rest of his fellow Mordredians in clearing out the false emperor's loyalists from the camp. Hundreds of men had died on both sides from the coup but it was going very well as already most of the false emperor's command structure had fallen and left those who still followed them for whatever reason confused and leaderless.
Emperor Brigund had been paraded past the troops already, carried atop numerous spears. Now only the most diehard like the ones he just killed were left and even they would be cleared out soon. The coup had been going so well that many including him were performing whatever anti bad luck or curse prayers they could as they waited for the other shoe to drop. But it hasn't yet and he was desperately hoping it wasn't going to at all.
The end was finally here, he wouldn't have to keep watching as friend, family, and child fought alongside him and died while he lived in pointless wars between pathetic men. He could barely hide his slowly growing joy as things kept going well for them, it would send the wrong impression to everyone if he smiled while slaughtering his fellow man.
"Hurry you stupid whores, get my damn armor on already!" The fat pig Witold Bockler demanded of Rochelle, Saskia and Arda as the building was filled with sounds of ongoing fighting. Rochelle was glad that the stupid bastard had ordered his guards away or else she wouldn't have had this chance.
"For Mordred Pendragon, the true empress of the empire!" She shouted as a limb of lightning grew out of her stump and she thrust said limb through Bockler's head. She stared down at her new limb before turning around and picking up the pig's sword, a magical one if she remembered correctly. She turned towards the door, sword held in her new hand as it swung open and revealed that bastard Finke.
Said bastard snarled and obviously evil magic started to radiate off of him as his body twisted into some strangely attractive but disgusting form. Headless of the fact Finke had been a daemon, she charged him, sword swinging down towards him as she gave everything she could for her goddess's cause. Lightning sparked off of her as ethereal armor manifested around her and her sword shifted as the blade turned into one of pure light with a VFISH, incinerating the daemon who had previously been in contempt of her.
She looked over the other two women in the room, both looking shocked beyond belief. Taking a deep breath, she clutched to her faith in her goddess as tightly as she could before dashing into battle. A strange sound coming from her blade as she swung it around, cutting through armor, weapons, flesh, and stone like a perfectly honed scythe through wheat.
It didn't take her very long to reach her destination, a room that held one of things most dear to her heart. Cracking the door open, she entered and saw her baby boy. Setting her sword down which shut off with a Hrskt leaving only the handle, she cradled him with both of her arms as she cried with joy. Barely a year old now but she had last seen him many months ago before that fucking pig had gotten a nurse maid for him and forbad her from going near her son again.
The sounds of fighting were dying down from what she could hear. Last she had seen, they had been close to victory despite the surprise of several minor daemons appearing. She smiled even more brightly through the tears in her eyes, she had her vengeance, her son and her goddess would soon take her rightful place as empress. This was a good day she thought as she felt the loving embrace of her goddess wrap around her and her son.
I sat in my chair as I rapidly reviewed the memories of what my subconsciously run divine system had done. There was nothing I could say, I had subconsciously been aiding the imperial rebels this entire time as they prepared to cast down their immensely corrupt rulers and install the one person who actually answered their calls.
All across the empire, people glowing and crackling with my divine lightning swept over the competition with crippled men and women who had been practically enslaved and were empowered to cut down their masters from behind. It was like seeing an actually successful Chaos uprising but done by someone competent. Gods, that's basically what this was, my own version of a Chaos uprising but done by an actually helpful deity with useful blessings. Gods, I was being such a tsundere about this. This was why you shouldn't go full tsun tsun and lie to yourself about your feelings, or else you might end up accidentally conquering empires while being in complete denial.
Though, what the fuck witch hunters? Tons of you tossed yourselves at me while I did nothing to you but a vampire had been teaching the Ottilian Empress necromancy for who knows how long (I did) and an elector count had literal daemonettes as servants was just fine? Those idiots were getting purged, if they couldn't figure this shit out after seventeen hundred years then they weren't going to get any better.
Well, I guess there was nothing left to do but officially take my place as empress of the empire. Convenient how reich could also mean empire in addition to realm… I doomed myself to this when I selected that name didn't I? Oh, fuck me...
The End of Arc Three.
AN: I actually got it out today like I said, hurray! Things had not gone according to plan this week but somehow I got it done. Don't expect to see much or any of these characters again, they are just filler. Yes, I did in fact give Rochelle a lightsaber. No, it's not permanent. But her new arm is sticking around as long as she maintains a certain level of faith in Mordred or else the power runs out.
His spear stabbed out, gutting the wolf soldier in front of him before it was retracted again and he deflected the spear thrust towards his feet with the shaft of his own. The new wolf soldier readied his weapon again but was stabbed by Lerner who was on his left. Sadly, Lerner did so at the cost of his life as another wolf soldier stabbed him in the throat.
Gritting his teeth in anger, he thrust his spear at the new wolf soldier and missed as another one deflected his spear. Thankfully it seemed Ranald favored him this day, as a swordsman from his side had been brought to the front of the line and quickly made short work of the two wolf soldiers in front of him. He needed to be rotated soon or he would become too exhausted to hold his weapon straight, much less fight effectively.
The gods answered his silent prayers as the signal for rotation surged throughout the battlelines. Minutes later, he was in a shallyan tent as the priests and priestesses worked to tend to those they could while they could. The fighting was fierce, the battle had already been raging for two days now and it wasn't looking like it was going to end for another day or so. The battle was very slowly turning in their favor but it wasn't doing it with any kind of speed as men go to battle and their bodies dropped to the ground in the blood-stained fields.
He stumbled into his tent. It was decently large although it was a tight squeeze with four per tent. Or it was supposed to be but with Lerner's death, he was the last one of the four assigned to his tent still alive. He made sure his tent was closed and none could peek in without him noticing before he dug out a box from the ground under his bed.
Reverently opening it, he pulled out a necklace, on it was the symbol of Mordred, a dragon's claw holding a bolt of lightning. Kneeling in prayer, he very softly spoke.
"Hail Queen of Dragons, Goddess of Men, Saviour of Empires, Founder of Nations, Warden of Magic, True Empress of The Empire, Mordred Pendragon. I pray to you in the name of Volker Lerner, a faithful man who died in yet another pointless battle of the false emperors. He was a bit of an ass and a horndog, but he brought many including myself into your arms. I pray that you will ensure his safe journey to Morr's embrace just as you ensured the safety of your army's journey to their new home.
May you continue to watch over me and the rest of your faithful servants as we work to grant you your proper place in the empire." He ended his prayer but remained knelt for a moment as he felt a hand grip his shoulder in a consolatory manner as it had happened every time he prayed to his goddess about one of his friends and fellow worshipers dying. But this time as her hand left his shoulder as he went to get up, he felt a brief hug from behind before her faint presence left him.
Pulling himself together, he placed his necklace back into the box and buried it again in the soft earth. His time for prayer was over, now he needed to get ready for his quickly approaching return to the battlefield. One day soon, he and the rest of the Imperial Mordredian Cult would topple the false emperors and their traitorous Elector Counts and the rightful empress, their goddess, would put an end to this endless and pointless bloodshed. He, Ivo Menke, eagerly awaited that day.
She and her fellow servants curtsied gracefully to the Elector Count that owned them before leaving Arda to tend to his "needs" for the evening. Arda was his current favorite of the week and was constantly called to attend the fat pig. She could only pray that Arda would survive the Elector Count's attention mostly intact, not all did after all. She herself was one that didn't.
She absently rubbed the nub that was all that remained of her right arm, a permanent reminder of the time she was his favorite. She was lucky that she had been showing signs of pregnancy or else she would have been thrown into the gutter by now. The son she bore looked quite a bit like her which was their saving grace as she knew the father was actually her village's guard captain she had spent the night with weeks before she had been added to the Elector Count's harem of servant girls.
Not that the Elector Count knew that, of which she was happy about. Her son might not ever know who his mother was but at least he was treated well as one of the Elector Count's very few living "sons."
"Rochelle, this way. Alwine has assigned us to polishing the armor again." Rochelle was taken out of her mind by her friend and fellow maid Saskia loudly calling for her.
Nodding her head to her friend, she walked briskly towards her friend and they headed off to one of the pig's biggest shows of vanity, his fully gold and silver gem studded suit of plate armor sized just for him. It required regular polishing and care to prevent tarnishing even if it was impossible to fully prevent. Hours went by as they carefully polished the massive suit of armor that could feed at least her entire village for a year based on the gold, silver, and gems alone.
"Psst, hey Rochelle, are you going to the meeting tonight?" Saskia whispered as they were almost finished with their task.
Holding back the desire to glance around, she quietly hissed back. "You should know better than to ask something like that in the open like this! But yes, I am going. Now be quiet, Finke should be coming around that corner any moment."
True enough, guardsman Friedwart Finke came around the corner on his regular patrol, his innate cockiness and arrogance on full display. The two of them kept their heads bowed as they finished their work while Finke passed them slowly, his leering gaze searing into their bodies. They only breathed a sigh of relief once he had been out of sight for longer than a few moments.
Getting up, they went to return their supplies and move on to their next task for the day. It was much later into the day that they were finally allowed to rest until the next morning of yet more work. Despite her exhaustion from the day's work, she began her journey towards their meeting spot, guided by the aetherial lights only she and the other faithful of her goddess could see.
She walked softly but confidently, her path never pausing as she made her way unnoticed past the guards and servants that were loyal or too scared of the pig count to join the order. She soon made it to the meeting room and dim light grew and filled the small room as one by one, her fellow members trickled in.
Saskia and Alwine had arrived ahead of her, Arda stumbled in bruised and skin still raw from the scrubbing that she knew from personal experience didn't work to cleanse the taint, Leopold Dahn the groundskeeper arrived shortly after from his shift and then the man who served as both their priest and leader came in moments later. A hush fell over them as guardsman Berngar Faas began the meeting.
"Welcome my friends, I have wonderful news to share with you all before our night of prayer and singing. The time has come, the signal has been lit. In three days, we will rid ourselves of the traitor Elector Counts and the false emperors. In three days we will slaughter us a pig and offer the remains to our goddess Mordred Pendragon." Faas announced with a vicious grin, the lights surrounding them flaring as he did so.
He stood at high alert and ready for anything as he always did when he was on guard duty for Empress Ottilyn Wolf. He and dozens of other greatswords were scattered across the palace grounds to prevent any intruder from getting near their empress. Assassination attempts had been dangerously common even a few months prior as the Mordredian cult revealed themselves and turned the age of three emperors into four.
Now though, it seemed that the traitors hiding in their midst had finally all left for the slowly growing Mordredian army. Only the typical assassins and would be killers tried their hand these days and it was something he was thankful for. Guards tended to die one way or another with each assassination attempt and he didn't really care for dying from poison, an assassin's blade or worse. Well, not for the woman he guarded anyways.
Not that he would dare mention that out loud right now, he had no desire to be killed or worse, given to the witch hunters for not being loyal to the current empress. Empress Wolf, despite her rather ironic name, was the latest in the line of Ottilian Emperors. And she was a treacherous bitch who would happily murder her own to get what she wanted, that's how she got the throne after all.
She allowed all kinds of horrors to happen to the people as long as she could use that information as blackmail against the perpetrator to get what she wanted. There was that disgusting pig of an elector count that everyone tried to avoid naming since it was like he had some sort of dark magic that allowed to detect those who even thought badly of him. Who knew how many poor women had been snatched from their homes and thrust into his bed?
There was also that one countess that he knew for a fact bathed in the blood of young virgin girls believing it would give her immortality. He knew of a dozen other minor nobles whose crimes against their fellow man were uncountable but the empress saw fit to allow them to roam free because they were useful to her. It enraged him but he kept his mouth shut or he would be cut down before everything was ready.
He had been standing guard for several hours by now when he felt it. A shockwave of his goddess's divine energy, one he knew intimately from all the time he spent in prayer, spread across the empire. This was the signal. It was time to take action and begin the biggest coup in history. He prayed to his goddess Mordred Pendragon for strength as he prepared to strike down the greatswords still loyal to the false empress.
Lightning raced across his body, power filling him as he lifted his sword and cut down Richter, the poor bastard. Too stupid to realize his late night dalliances with the false empress would kill him one way or another. Oh well, he never liked him anyways, leered too much at his little sister for his liking. On the other side of the hallway, he could see his fellow greatswords battling it out as Mordred's faithful clashed with the Ottilian Empress's own.
They fought back and forth, hurrying towards the room the empress was in, she had been having tea with the bloody countess when the signal to start went out. He and five other greatswords of Mordred smashed through the door and beheld a twisted sight. The countess and empress were sitting at their table sipping on blood and eating unspeakable things. They stood in shock for a moment which allowed the two of them to react.
The countess revealed her fangs as she lunged forward with inhuman speed at them as the empress stood and evil magics danced between her hands as she prepared to cast some sort of spell. "For Mordred Pendragon!" He cried, echoed by my fellows as they began the fight for their lives and to free the people from the witch and vampire. More energy surged through his body as his goddess bestowed more of her divine energy upon him and his fellows.
Not that it deterred the vampire countess any, she swung her arm and smashed Blecher into the wall, blood splattering as the man slumped against the now heavily damaged wall. Macnicol swung his sword and managed to nick the vampire catching her attention as he and Borngen split off to face the witch empress, hoping that they could prevent her from slaughtering them all with her fell magic.
It was much too late and a blast of her evil magic slammed into him and Borngen but strangely, despite the pain, he wasn't all that wounded or whatever the witch had intended. A glance told him that Borngen was similarly unaffected. Mentally shrugging it off, he charged his former empress who looked surprised and terror filled her face as the two of them closed in on her. She attempted another spell but didn't manage it in time as both he and Borngen cut her down. They lopped off her head just in case before turning around to face the vampire.
It didn't look great. The others had managed to deal minor wounds to the former countess but in exchange only Storl was left standing. The energy that had once filled his body was dim, likely used up to fight off the witch's spell, but he would fight until the end, not a single step back! In lockstep with Borngen he charged the vampire and was easily tossed to the side by said vampire but that gave Borngen an opening to carve a large gash across her torso before he got speared through the chest by the vampire's hand, ripping his heart out.
The vampire countess walked over to him, face enraged and vile magic dancing up and down her body. Raising her hands, she cast her spell and he screamed in agony for what felt like an eternity before it stopped. Opening his eyes, he saw why. Blecher had stood up and chopped the monster's head off. He heard one last whisper before he drifted off into Morr's realm.
"Oi Pohl! Now that I've saved your ass from an angry vampire, let me court your sister already, you damn overprotective bastard!" Blecher declared before a clanging sound as a man in armor fell over. Landolf Pohl closed his eyes and whispered "Never." Before drifting off into unconsciousness.
Ivo Menke's spear stabbed into yet another officer's chest as he joined the rest of his fellow Mordredians in clearing out the false emperor's loyalists from the camp. Hundreds of men had died on both sides from the coup but it was going very well as already most of the false emperor's command structure had fallen and left those who still followed them for whatever reason confused and leaderless.
Emperor Brigund had been paraded past the troops already, carried atop numerous spears. Now only the most diehard like the ones he just killed were left and even they would be cleared out soon. The coup had been going so well that many including him were performing whatever anti bad luck or curse prayers they could as they waited for the other shoe to drop. But it hasn't yet and he was desperately hoping it wasn't going to at all.
The end was finally here, he wouldn't have to keep watching as friend, family, and child fought alongside him and died while he lived in pointless wars between pathetic men. He could barely hide his slowly growing joy as things kept going well for them, it would send the wrong impression to everyone if he smiled while slaughtering his fellow man.
"Hurry you stupid whores, get my damn armor on already!" The fat pig Witold Bockler demanded of Rochelle, Saskia and Arda as the building was filled with sounds of ongoing fighting. Rochelle was glad that the stupid bastard had ordered his guards away or else she wouldn't have had this chance.
"For Mordred Pendragon, the true empress of the empire!" She shouted as a limb of lightning grew out of her stump and she thrust said limb through Bockler's head. She stared down at her new limb before turning around and picking up the pig's sword, a magical one if she remembered correctly. She turned towards the door, sword held in her new hand as it swung open and revealed that bastard Finke.
Said bastard snarled and obviously evil magic started to radiate off of him as his body twisted into some strangely attractive but disgusting form. Headless of the fact Finke had been a daemon, she charged him, sword swinging down towards him as she gave everything she could for her goddess's cause. Lightning sparked off of her as ethereal armor manifested around her and her sword shifted as the blade turned into one of pure light with a VFISH, incinerating the daemon who had previously been in contempt of her.
She looked over the other two women in the room, both looking shocked beyond belief. Taking a deep breath, she clutched to her faith in her goddess as tightly as she could before dashing into battle. A strange sound coming from her blade as she swung it around, cutting through armor, weapons, flesh, and stone like a perfectly honed scythe through wheat.
It didn't take her very long to reach her destination, a room that held one of things most dear to her heart. Cracking the door open, she entered and saw her baby boy. Setting her sword down which shut off with a Hrskt leaving only the handle, she cradled him with both of her arms as she cried with joy. Barely a year old now but she had last seen him many months ago before that fucking pig had gotten a nurse maid for him and forbad her from going near her son again.
The sounds of fighting were dying down from what she could hear. Last she had seen, they had been close to victory despite the surprise of several minor daemons appearing. She smiled even more brightly through the tears in her eyes, she had her vengeance, her son and her goddess would soon take her rightful place as empress. This was a good day she thought as she felt the loving embrace of her goddess wrap around her and her son.
I sat in my chair as I rapidly reviewed the memories of what my subconsciously run divine system had done. There was nothing I could say, I had subconsciously been aiding the imperial rebels this entire time as they prepared to cast down their immensely corrupt rulers and install the one person who actually answered their calls.
All across the empire, people glowing and crackling with my divine lightning swept over the competition with crippled men and women who had been practically enslaved and were empowered to cut down their masters from behind. It was like seeing an actually successful Chaos uprising but done by someone competent. Gods, that's basically what this was, my own version of a Chaos uprising but done by an actually helpful deity with useful blessings. Gods, I was being such a tsundere about this. This was why you shouldn't go full tsun tsun and lie to yourself about your feelings, or else you might end up accidentally conquering empires while being in complete denial.
Though, what the fuck witch hunters? Tons of you tossed yourselves at me while I did nothing to you but a vampire had been teaching the Ottilian Empress necromancy for who knows how long (I did) and an elector count had literal daemonettes as servants was just fine? Those idiots were getting purged, if they couldn't figure this shit out after seventeen hundred years then they weren't going to get any better.
Well, I guess there was nothing left to do but officially take my place as empress of the empire. Convenient how reich could also mean empire in addition to realm… I doomed myself to this when I selected that name didn't I? Oh, fuck me...
The End of Arc Three.
AN: I actually got it out today like I said, hurray! Things had not gone according to plan this week but somehow I got it done. Don't expect to see much or any of these characters again, they are just filler. Yes, I did in fact give Rochelle a lightsaber. No, it's not permanent. But her new arm is sticking around as long as she maintains a certain level of faith in Mordred or else the power runs out.
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Witch Hunters are just as bad as 40k Inquisitor honestly. Heck even the playable Witch Hunter in Vermintide had a point of having incompetent peers in the witch hunters.
I Was Being a Tsundere and Accidentaly an Empire
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Uh, hello Elizabeth. Wasn't expecting you here.
Er, I guess that's actually Carmella if she's already a vampire.
Aaaand goodbye liz.
Pleeeeease tell me it looks like one of the laser swords from Saber Wars. That be great.
Will you create the knights of the round table?
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What happens when there is a competent god in Warhammer.
