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Ah, my mistake then, I completely misunderstood you.
As for what you're saying... It'd be an interesting ritual to pull off, but I think you'd need someone with more know-how than what Mordred currently possesses.
My Life as Mordred in Warhammer World After Training on Earth Bet
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As for what you're saying... It'd be an interesting ritual to pull off, but I think you'd need someone with more know-how than what Mordred currently possesses.
Chapter Three - Arc Two
AN: It's not up to the length I usually post which I partially blame on having too many distractions that I prioritized over writing this over the last two weeks. Hope you guys enjoy, I had a fit of whimsy when writing this that I hope you all enjoy as much as I had with the idea. Also this chapter marks the very first time I actually described something's looks in much detail as a fun fact.
Chapter Three - Arc Two
It was the middle of Summer Time now, the crops were growing very well surprisingly. One part was the halflings and another part was due to the hedgefolk and other magicals that lent a hand to the work being done in the fields. It was tedious work getting all the various groups to work together without any fires being made but with me and my competent subordinates we got it done.
One problem that recently resolved for now that I couldn't solve before due to time limitations was that not enough court systems were operating and with the changes in the laws and such, a lot of matters had been kicked up the ladder to me that didn't really need me. That particular issue was finally taken care of but in the meantime it had been a time sink I didn't particularly care for but if my father did one thing right, it was handling matters like this so I just stole her playbook and adapted it to my problems.
That was when I had to start handling mediating between dwarfs and humans. And by the gods, it was frustrating. There was the berry bushes incident, where a dwarf had taken a liking to a place where a bunch of berry bushes grew and it got all chopped down to make room for farmland. There was the dropped lumber incident that was caused by someone walking under a ladder a dwarf was on at the wrong time and getting seriously hurt by a piece of wood that fell on them.
And then there was that one time a very wealthy traveling merchant tried to scam a high ranking dwarf and had the guts to try and defend himself via the court system, I had a very pleasant night's sleep following that and suddenly there were a lot less incidents involving dwarfs for me to deal with for a while.
I also had some of the neighboring Border Princes sniffing around but they at least seemed to understand the difference in power between us. They'd probably try something at some point but for now they were waiting and seeing what I was doing.
Right now I was organizing a light purge of the greenskins and beastmen roaming around here. The defenses we had were doing their job for the most part but it was still too dangerous for my liking. And even worse, they were starting to group up more instead of roaming in ones or twos that made easy pickings for the patrolling soldiers and militiamen.
Also this worked great as an excuse to get away from all the boring meetings that ranged from politics to money and so on. I was taking only a few hundred soldiers with me on this hunt, I could arrange for far more as my entourage but it wasn't really needed. I was really only taking them with me because a ruler just doesn't go without their meatshields or as they prefer to be called, bodyguards.
It was a little annoying and patronizing to me but I suppose this tradition has already been set, I really wished at times that I spent a couple weeks or months creating a spell or two so I'd have a midway point between a couple dozen meters at a time to accidentingly a country/mountain before I set out on my journey across the empire.
If I had done that then I would have been able to take on a lot more greenskins by myself without worrying about how many of them would get away from me. Too late now though, but on a brighter note, now I would have an audience to witness my UNLIMITED POWAH!!- No, bad Mordred! No imitating Palpatine, that would only end badly for me.
Shaking myself from memes of times past and my desire to show off a bit with my new magic spell, I got this show on the road. Starting at a light job for my troops and a gentle power walk for myself, we set out to burn heretics, kill mutants, and purge the unclean, and I was sad to say that I was not joking.
The current plan was to head north at first and push into the forest some in between the two rivers that connect a bit south of Drachenhohle, there was a small logging village next to a larger fortified waystation in the area and they are more vulnerable than the ones to the west of Drachenhohle.
After that we will go a bit further north and go west just past the two small rivers that conjoin north of Drachenhohle, edging by Akendorf and then sweeping southward to try and clear out as much as we can of the thick forests that separate Akendorf from most of the borderlands. A messenger was already sent recently to notify the ruler of Akendorf that we are doing this in hopes of preventing them from freaking out but who knows how they would actually take it.
A smaller group of several dozen horse cavalry would be setting out into the west under the command of Ulrich to drive out what they could from the open plains that filled a vast amount of the borderlands to the west of Drachenhohle and made up most of Drachenruhe as a whole but most of the operation was based on clearing out the things dwelling within the Forest of Gloom.
The first couple days were slow, we marched out of Drachenhohle and to the logging village and the nearby waystation and from there we were at the tip of the forest. After that we spent two weeks combing through the woods, reenacting the way of the murderhobo. There were a number of beasts and beastmen but the most common seemed to be goblins, probably because they were.
Casualties were light, especially since a couple magical healers and their apprentices decided to come with us to give their students some practical knowledge and advertise the newly added benefits of magic to the average man. Well that and because my magical community was being a little paranoid about my safety and made sure I had some skilled magical healers on hand just in case.
Most of the combat wasn't handled by me since despite my speed and combat prowess, several hundred people split off into groups of thirty covered a lot more ground than my blurs of motion. Not to say that I didn't cover a large amount of ground and killed more than my fair share of monstrosities but I couldn't really cover everything without a lot more damage to everything and literally going through the trees. Maybe with more practice in maneuvering at extreme speeds and a way to prevent the winds off of me running past from uprooting trees would let me do more.
Eventually we hit the road to Akendorf and Karaz a Karak and went west on it, scaring a couple poor peasants on their way to somewhere. Then after a day or so of walking we made it past the conjoining rivers and went south to the relieved faces of our watchers from Akendorf that had shown up a couple hours beforehand.
This last segment would take about a month, bringing us into early After Mystery. The fighting here was much fiercer, likely because of our previous purge in the area across the rivers and Ulrich's group driving more into us in order to escape them., causing a hammer and anvil effect.
There was a bit of an incident midway through this though that would bug me for many years because of how extremely unlikely it was to happen. So there I was, minding my own business after having taken a short walk into the forest so I could take a break from dealing with everything and had just sat down when a gods be damned unicorn just waltzes up to me and snorts at me, snout almost touching me.
I would never decide if this was a curse hiding in a blessing or a blessing hidden by a curse. On one hand, it's a unicorn which is a symbol of purity and would likely raise my popularity to new heights if it decided to come back with me while giving me a great mount that might actually be useful in battle.
On the other hand, it was yet another possible time sink, it was only really useful on its own in battle since I was far faster than it, I was basically magically immune already, and far more deadly in a charge of cavalry while on foot. Unicorns were also a symbol of chastity to many which meant I'd have to put up with even more rumors about my nonexistent sex life which was already talked about more than I liked.
Still, I smiled to myself, either way I got to meet and pet a unicorn, a dream of many everywhere. So shrugging to myself, I then proceeded to pet the unicorn. I had plenty of experience with horses even if it had been ten years since I last handled one so I knew some of the better places to gently rub out as if I was giving a massage, I'd like to note that it was surprisingly clean for a wild creature but magic is likely involved somehow.
As I pet it I paid more attention to its looks. It had a stereotypical white coat with a silvery mane. Its tail was actually a tail and not a lump of hair hanging off the backend which was pretty different from standard horses. Its horn was longer than my forearm and was a gleaming ivory, it was also clearly a he now that I was rubbing his belly. He had these tufts of hair kind of like fuzzy socks around the lower parts of his legs.
While I was petting him, the unicorn watched me, nuzzling me here and there when I was close enough to his head and eating the ambient magic around me at the same time. It wasn't something I paid attention to all that much but I attracted a lot of magic to myself, probably having something to do with my dragon heritage or my highly magical items or something along those lines.
Regardless of the hows or whys, it was a neat experience petting this unicorn. Most records wax poetry about the creatures and I could tell why, he was very clearly intelligent by his body language and actions which would probably carry over to something like "ageless eyes" or something that you'd hear about from someone else. He also gave off a kind of "purity" vibe but that might just be because of all the media and stories about unicorns in existence that the idea of them being purity incarnate just overlaid onto the creatures.
Eventually I fully satisfy my desire to pet a spiky horse and start heading back to camp at a brisk pace. Sure, I probably could have seen if he wanted to come with me or wrangled it and made it into a display piece or something but in all honesty beyond the whole once in a lifetime opportunity to fulfil almost every girl's dream, I didn't really care about getting a spiky horse that eats magic when I could already out run it and was far more resistant to magic than it and a dwarf combined.
And I spent two decades of my life looking after various animals, ranging from cats, dogs, rabbits, horses, chickens, and more. I have been animal free for eleven years, if it stays that way for another 89 then I might consider getting one. I'm not even sure I'm joking here either.
As I was about to walk into camp, having just passed a pair of sentries, I heard a set of gasps behind me and turned around, already knowing what I was going to find. Sure enough, there was the unicorn bold as brass walking behind me into camp. It was so freaking smug in this moment as I looked at it, I wondered if Tattletale got MLP'd or something.
Shrugging to myself, I walked back over to my tent, ignoring the unicorn following me and the immense amount of stares on the two of us. I called over a trustworthy stablehand and got him to set up some food and water near my tent for the unicorn to eat before walking right into my tent, trying to convince myself denial was just a river.
After a few meetings and a lot of chatter and with much ribbing about my new spiky horse, we set off again to thin out as many of the monsters as possible in a short amount of time. If I had made several more months available and gathered at least ten times more soldiers then I could have done something more substantial and longer lasting but I couldn't afford to conscript almost a third of my princedoms population to go hunting monsters that so far, haven't been too big of a deal.
The rest of the time in the forest was a little awkward for me since a mythical being showed up and started following me around. I ended up naming the unicorn Bob, because that's one of my favorite names even if I tended to use it as a bit of a meme name for many of my old Dungeons and Dragons characters.
To amuse myself some with this tedious work, I started playing a game with Bob at some point since he kept following me around. How it worked was that both of us ran around at high speed and basically trampled as many nasties as we could while trying to stick in the same vicinity as each other. Kind of like the Gimli and Legolas kill competition but with less rivalry and smack talk and way more killing things.
It was a really fortunate thing that my enhancements also covered senses like hearing and eyesight. Otherwise there would have been quite a few more casualties than what have already occurred without my ability to rapidly respond to cries for help. As it was already, I've lost dozens of men across this entire trip. Miraculously few for most but saddening and morale damaging when you consider I left with only a few hundred and a few dozen is at minimum a tenth of everyone with me.
But, as I looked out into the open fields and beheld the sun without tree leaves covering it up, I won;t have to worry about that for much longer. We had finally reached the otherside of the forest. After weeks of constant fighting and cutting through thick foliage, we could go home and be happy that we struck fear of men into the hearts of the beasts that roamed the forests, for a little while at least anyway.
A day later, we linked up with Ulrich and started the march back to Drachenhohle. Ulrich and his men had succeeded in driving out most of the really bad things, with only a couple of the really terrible monsters left for me to make a quick detour and get rid of them. I also got a lot of shit from Ulrich because only I with my ridiculous luck made it so that taking even a short walk into the forest causes me to find a legendary unicorn and have said unicorn followed me back to camp and refused to leave.
There was even more awe in the faces of the villagers and other people we met than normal as we headed back to Drachenhohle. It probably had to do with Bob being around, and well, I decided that since I already had to keep pace with the rest of the army that I might as well ride Bob and get to skip walking back home. There was a bit of a mental difference between having a spiky horse hanging around the princess of your nation and said spiky horse letting the princess ride on its back.
By the time we got back, news had already been spread across Drachenruhe for long enough that the rumors had peaked and were dying down a bit, only to spike back up when I rode Bob into the city. Cobbelly was waiting in the palace to debrief me on what was happening currently, Ulrich had been far more reachable so that left me the one out of the loop and I needed to know what was being done to get ready for geheimnisnacht that was likely to happen any time now.
So far, many of the small villages we had were going to be evacuated to the nearby larger, more well defended and fortified waystations while the small towns that just started to crop up were going to bolt down the hatches as the saying goes and huddle up indoors.
I had been working pretty closely with a number of my best mages to craft a much better set of anti Morrslieb barriers that wouldn't disintegrate from being used once, well that and the current method caused all of the magical energy to pool together on the outside of the barrier causing unpredictable effects like reanimation of corpses, music being heard for no apparent reason, and two way portals to the realm of chaos.
Though despite the issues with it, the small scale single use version was currently quite popular as a travelers safety net amongst those few that figured out how to craft a set via warhammer magic and those who managed to buy a extremely rare set that was put up for sale by one of the even fewer mages that made spares.
Right now the main idea for a new way to process all of the magical energy released by Morrslieb was to direct it into a spell like a barrier or somehow storing all of the energies into containers of some sort to be used later at some point. Personally I felt that using it to power a barrier was the better and safer idea rather than taking our chances with storing it. If I was Rin Tohsaka then I would be vastly more confident in my ability to store absurd sums of magical energy but I'm not.
I had two teams going to pursue both methods, one set to figure out how to get ambient winds to cast a spell for you safely and the other to safely store the winds without making dark magic. Both teams would take as detailed notes as they could and then compare what they figured out with their sister team every other month.
I figured since their goals are so similar and so much knowledge overlaps that having the two teams swap their findings with each other every so often that it would speed up progress noticeably. Well, as long as egos and such don't get in the way, then I might have to bash a few heads together until they get over themselves.
Once I moved on from the magical brainstorming, I got a report from Cobbelly that our spies, because we have spies somehow, are reporting a few of the more insecure "princes" around us are getting nervous about the rapid expansion we have been experiencing and there has been talk about teaming up to prevent me from conquering them all. Not that I would but the kind of people that end up in charge in the borderlands aren't typically the most mentally stable people around.
Well, for now I'm not taking any space that someone was using and we didn't have much of a standing army outside of the waystations though now that I was thinking about it, they could be considered fortresses with decent sized garrisons by many standards… Eh, either they would figure that we want to be left alone or attack us and I'll kick their asses with my vastly expanded knowledge of magic. Seriously, if I had known what I did now about magic then I wouldn't have needed to let anyone fight at all outside of guarding areas that I couldn't be in a group the size of a city's population.
Chapter End.
Chapter Three - Arc Two
It was the middle of Summer Time now, the crops were growing very well surprisingly. One part was the halflings and another part was due to the hedgefolk and other magicals that lent a hand to the work being done in the fields. It was tedious work getting all the various groups to work together without any fires being made but with me and my competent subordinates we got it done.
One problem that recently resolved for now that I couldn't solve before due to time limitations was that not enough court systems were operating and with the changes in the laws and such, a lot of matters had been kicked up the ladder to me that didn't really need me. That particular issue was finally taken care of but in the meantime it had been a time sink I didn't particularly care for but if my father did one thing right, it was handling matters like this so I just stole her playbook and adapted it to my problems.
That was when I had to start handling mediating between dwarfs and humans. And by the gods, it was frustrating. There was the berry bushes incident, where a dwarf had taken a liking to a place where a bunch of berry bushes grew and it got all chopped down to make room for farmland. There was the dropped lumber incident that was caused by someone walking under a ladder a dwarf was on at the wrong time and getting seriously hurt by a piece of wood that fell on them.
And then there was that one time a very wealthy traveling merchant tried to scam a high ranking dwarf and had the guts to try and defend himself via the court system, I had a very pleasant night's sleep following that and suddenly there were a lot less incidents involving dwarfs for me to deal with for a while.
I also had some of the neighboring Border Princes sniffing around but they at least seemed to understand the difference in power between us. They'd probably try something at some point but for now they were waiting and seeing what I was doing.
Right now I was organizing a light purge of the greenskins and beastmen roaming around here. The defenses we had were doing their job for the most part but it was still too dangerous for my liking. And even worse, they were starting to group up more instead of roaming in ones or twos that made easy pickings for the patrolling soldiers and militiamen.
Also this worked great as an excuse to get away from all the boring meetings that ranged from politics to money and so on. I was taking only a few hundred soldiers with me on this hunt, I could arrange for far more as my entourage but it wasn't really needed. I was really only taking them with me because a ruler just doesn't go without their meatshields or as they prefer to be called, bodyguards.
It was a little annoying and patronizing to me but I suppose this tradition has already been set, I really wished at times that I spent a couple weeks or months creating a spell or two so I'd have a midway point between a couple dozen meters at a time to accidentingly a country/mountain before I set out on my journey across the empire.
If I had done that then I would have been able to take on a lot more greenskins by myself without worrying about how many of them would get away from me. Too late now though, but on a brighter note, now I would have an audience to witness my UNLIMITED POWAH!!- No, bad Mordred! No imitating Palpatine, that would only end badly for me.
Shaking myself from memes of times past and my desire to show off a bit with my new magic spell, I got this show on the road. Starting at a light job for my troops and a gentle power walk for myself, we set out to burn heretics, kill mutants, and purge the unclean, and I was sad to say that I was not joking.
The current plan was to head north at first and push into the forest some in between the two rivers that connect a bit south of Drachenhohle, there was a small logging village next to a larger fortified waystation in the area and they are more vulnerable than the ones to the west of Drachenhohle.
After that we will go a bit further north and go west just past the two small rivers that conjoin north of Drachenhohle, edging by Akendorf and then sweeping southward to try and clear out as much as we can of the thick forests that separate Akendorf from most of the borderlands. A messenger was already sent recently to notify the ruler of Akendorf that we are doing this in hopes of preventing them from freaking out but who knows how they would actually take it.
A smaller group of several dozen horse cavalry would be setting out into the west under the command of Ulrich to drive out what they could from the open plains that filled a vast amount of the borderlands to the west of Drachenhohle and made up most of Drachenruhe as a whole but most of the operation was based on clearing out the things dwelling within the Forest of Gloom.
The first couple days were slow, we marched out of Drachenhohle and to the logging village and the nearby waystation and from there we were at the tip of the forest. After that we spent two weeks combing through the woods, reenacting the way of the murderhobo. There were a number of beasts and beastmen but the most common seemed to be goblins, probably because they were.
Casualties were light, especially since a couple magical healers and their apprentices decided to come with us to give their students some practical knowledge and advertise the newly added benefits of magic to the average man. Well that and because my magical community was being a little paranoid about my safety and made sure I had some skilled magical healers on hand just in case.
Most of the combat wasn't handled by me since despite my speed and combat prowess, several hundred people split off into groups of thirty covered a lot more ground than my blurs of motion. Not to say that I didn't cover a large amount of ground and killed more than my fair share of monstrosities but I couldn't really cover everything without a lot more damage to everything and literally going through the trees. Maybe with more practice in maneuvering at extreme speeds and a way to prevent the winds off of me running past from uprooting trees would let me do more.
Eventually we hit the road to Akendorf and Karaz a Karak and went west on it, scaring a couple poor peasants on their way to somewhere. Then after a day or so of walking we made it past the conjoining rivers and went south to the relieved faces of our watchers from Akendorf that had shown up a couple hours beforehand.
This last segment would take about a month, bringing us into early After Mystery. The fighting here was much fiercer, likely because of our previous purge in the area across the rivers and Ulrich's group driving more into us in order to escape them., causing a hammer and anvil effect.
There was a bit of an incident midway through this though that would bug me for many years because of how extremely unlikely it was to happen. So there I was, minding my own business after having taken a short walk into the forest so I could take a break from dealing with everything and had just sat down when a gods be damned unicorn just waltzes up to me and snorts at me, snout almost touching me.
I would never decide if this was a curse hiding in a blessing or a blessing hidden by a curse. On one hand, it's a unicorn which is a symbol of purity and would likely raise my popularity to new heights if it decided to come back with me while giving me a great mount that might actually be useful in battle.
On the other hand, it was yet another possible time sink, it was only really useful on its own in battle since I was far faster than it, I was basically magically immune already, and far more deadly in a charge of cavalry while on foot. Unicorns were also a symbol of chastity to many which meant I'd have to put up with even more rumors about my nonexistent sex life which was already talked about more than I liked.
Still, I smiled to myself, either way I got to meet and pet a unicorn, a dream of many everywhere. So shrugging to myself, I then proceeded to pet the unicorn. I had plenty of experience with horses even if it had been ten years since I last handled one so I knew some of the better places to gently rub out as if I was giving a massage, I'd like to note that it was surprisingly clean for a wild creature but magic is likely involved somehow.
As I pet it I paid more attention to its looks. It had a stereotypical white coat with a silvery mane. Its tail was actually a tail and not a lump of hair hanging off the backend which was pretty different from standard horses. Its horn was longer than my forearm and was a gleaming ivory, it was also clearly a he now that I was rubbing his belly. He had these tufts of hair kind of like fuzzy socks around the lower parts of his legs.
While I was petting him, the unicorn watched me, nuzzling me here and there when I was close enough to his head and eating the ambient magic around me at the same time. It wasn't something I paid attention to all that much but I attracted a lot of magic to myself, probably having something to do with my dragon heritage or my highly magical items or something along those lines.
Regardless of the hows or whys, it was a neat experience petting this unicorn. Most records wax poetry about the creatures and I could tell why, he was very clearly intelligent by his body language and actions which would probably carry over to something like "ageless eyes" or something that you'd hear about from someone else. He also gave off a kind of "purity" vibe but that might just be because of all the media and stories about unicorns in existence that the idea of them being purity incarnate just overlaid onto the creatures.
Eventually I fully satisfy my desire to pet a spiky horse and start heading back to camp at a brisk pace. Sure, I probably could have seen if he wanted to come with me or wrangled it and made it into a display piece or something but in all honesty beyond the whole once in a lifetime opportunity to fulfil almost every girl's dream, I didn't really care about getting a spiky horse that eats magic when I could already out run it and was far more resistant to magic than it and a dwarf combined.
And I spent two decades of my life looking after various animals, ranging from cats, dogs, rabbits, horses, chickens, and more. I have been animal free for eleven years, if it stays that way for another 89 then I might consider getting one. I'm not even sure I'm joking here either.
As I was about to walk into camp, having just passed a pair of sentries, I heard a set of gasps behind me and turned around, already knowing what I was going to find. Sure enough, there was the unicorn bold as brass walking behind me into camp. It was so freaking smug in this moment as I looked at it, I wondered if Tattletale got MLP'd or something.
Shrugging to myself, I walked back over to my tent, ignoring the unicorn following me and the immense amount of stares on the two of us. I called over a trustworthy stablehand and got him to set up some food and water near my tent for the unicorn to eat before walking right into my tent, trying to convince myself denial was just a river.
After a few meetings and a lot of chatter and with much ribbing about my new spiky horse, we set off again to thin out as many of the monsters as possible in a short amount of time. If I had made several more months available and gathered at least ten times more soldiers then I could have done something more substantial and longer lasting but I couldn't afford to conscript almost a third of my princedoms population to go hunting monsters that so far, haven't been too big of a deal.
The rest of the time in the forest was a little awkward for me since a mythical being showed up and started following me around. I ended up naming the unicorn Bob, because that's one of my favorite names even if I tended to use it as a bit of a meme name for many of my old Dungeons and Dragons characters.
To amuse myself some with this tedious work, I started playing a game with Bob at some point since he kept following me around. How it worked was that both of us ran around at high speed and basically trampled as many nasties as we could while trying to stick in the same vicinity as each other. Kind of like the Gimli and Legolas kill competition but with less rivalry and smack talk and way more killing things.
It was a really fortunate thing that my enhancements also covered senses like hearing and eyesight. Otherwise there would have been quite a few more casualties than what have already occurred without my ability to rapidly respond to cries for help. As it was already, I've lost dozens of men across this entire trip. Miraculously few for most but saddening and morale damaging when you consider I left with only a few hundred and a few dozen is at minimum a tenth of everyone with me.
But, as I looked out into the open fields and beheld the sun without tree leaves covering it up, I won;t have to worry about that for much longer. We had finally reached the otherside of the forest. After weeks of constant fighting and cutting through thick foliage, we could go home and be happy that we struck fear of men into the hearts of the beasts that roamed the forests, for a little while at least anyway.
A day later, we linked up with Ulrich and started the march back to Drachenhohle. Ulrich and his men had succeeded in driving out most of the really bad things, with only a couple of the really terrible monsters left for me to make a quick detour and get rid of them. I also got a lot of shit from Ulrich because only I with my ridiculous luck made it so that taking even a short walk into the forest causes me to find a legendary unicorn and have said unicorn followed me back to camp and refused to leave.
There was even more awe in the faces of the villagers and other people we met than normal as we headed back to Drachenhohle. It probably had to do with Bob being around, and well, I decided that since I already had to keep pace with the rest of the army that I might as well ride Bob and get to skip walking back home. There was a bit of a mental difference between having a spiky horse hanging around the princess of your nation and said spiky horse letting the princess ride on its back.
By the time we got back, news had already been spread across Drachenruhe for long enough that the rumors had peaked and were dying down a bit, only to spike back up when I rode Bob into the city. Cobbelly was waiting in the palace to debrief me on what was happening currently, Ulrich had been far more reachable so that left me the one out of the loop and I needed to know what was being done to get ready for geheimnisnacht that was likely to happen any time now.
So far, many of the small villages we had were going to be evacuated to the nearby larger, more well defended and fortified waystations while the small towns that just started to crop up were going to bolt down the hatches as the saying goes and huddle up indoors.
I had been working pretty closely with a number of my best mages to craft a much better set of anti Morrslieb barriers that wouldn't disintegrate from being used once, well that and the current method caused all of the magical energy to pool together on the outside of the barrier causing unpredictable effects like reanimation of corpses, music being heard for no apparent reason, and two way portals to the realm of chaos.
Though despite the issues with it, the small scale single use version was currently quite popular as a travelers safety net amongst those few that figured out how to craft a set via warhammer magic and those who managed to buy a extremely rare set that was put up for sale by one of the even fewer mages that made spares.
Right now the main idea for a new way to process all of the magical energy released by Morrslieb was to direct it into a spell like a barrier or somehow storing all of the energies into containers of some sort to be used later at some point. Personally I felt that using it to power a barrier was the better and safer idea rather than taking our chances with storing it. If I was Rin Tohsaka then I would be vastly more confident in my ability to store absurd sums of magical energy but I'm not.
I had two teams going to pursue both methods, one set to figure out how to get ambient winds to cast a spell for you safely and the other to safely store the winds without making dark magic. Both teams would take as detailed notes as they could and then compare what they figured out with their sister team every other month.
I figured since their goals are so similar and so much knowledge overlaps that having the two teams swap their findings with each other every so often that it would speed up progress noticeably. Well, as long as egos and such don't get in the way, then I might have to bash a few heads together until they get over themselves.
Once I moved on from the magical brainstorming, I got a report from Cobbelly that our spies, because we have spies somehow, are reporting a few of the more insecure "princes" around us are getting nervous about the rapid expansion we have been experiencing and there has been talk about teaming up to prevent me from conquering them all. Not that I would but the kind of people that end up in charge in the borderlands aren't typically the most mentally stable people around.
Well, for now I'm not taking any space that someone was using and we didn't have much of a standing army outside of the waystations though now that I was thinking about it, they could be considered fortresses with decent sized garrisons by many standards… Eh, either they would figure that we want to be left alone or attack us and I'll kick their asses with my vastly expanded knowledge of magic. Seriously, if I had known what I did now about magic then I wouldn't have needed to let anyone fight at all outside of guarding areas that I couldn't be in a group the size of a city's population.
Chapter End.
Vague map of villages and waystations of Drachenruhe.
- Location
- Usa
Going to have other Princes panicking anyways. The longer you are set up, stable and show you can protect people the more you will have immigrants join.
Its a Death World so providing Safety, Security and Prosperity makes your small nation better then 95% of the world.
Even more since the first time they see Mordred slap down abominations and send them running they will see her as some sort of Godling or Demigod.
Much like her current citizens.
Its a Death World so providing Safety, Security and Prosperity makes your small nation better then 95% of the world.
Even more since the first time they see Mordred slap down abominations and send them running they will see her as some sort of Godling or Demigod.
Much like her current citizens.
Interlude Two - Arc Two
Interlude Two, A Look into the Mind of a Neighbor.
Alternate Title: Blatant Foreshadowing.
Disclaimer/Warning: This one gets pretty dark because this is about a stereotypical fat evil somewhat sexist noble in a grimdark setting and it is entirely possible that you could get triggered reading it or would just prefer to keep it out of your head in general. For those who would rather skip this I made a TL;DR/summary of what happens that you can read that I put below this warning so you can still know what happens but can avoid the potentially triggering content.
When most folks think of the Border Princes, they think fat, smelly, egocentric men ruling for a definition of the word, over desperate, destitute, starving people living in mud huts hoping the monsters in the night don't come for them. In the case of Prince Guntbert Dannecker, he fit every bit of that. A couple of not so cautious fellows joked about it once in a tavern before Dannecker made sure they never did again.
Normally his daily routine would follow the lines of getting up, eating a delicacy or two before enjoying himself and whatever poor good looking girl had caught his fancy at the time regardless of their age or relationship status. Then he would move on to matters of "state" covering how to tax his people for more money without completely ruining their ability to make more of it for him and his court to take and how to seize more land from other princes.
He would then take a break for lunch and more of the same of his more "entertainment" before continuing his scheme with his court of half a dozen men on supposed matters of state. From there he might take a walk to "reassure his lessers" that he had things under control but more accurately looking to gloat and look down on the poor people living in their dirt homes and perhaps chance on another girl to take fancy to.
Needless to say, he was not a very popular ruler but he had the military strength and cruelty to keep the wouldbe rebels at bay for now, not that he actually realized that they might want to rebel against his "glorious" leadership.
Today however was not his usual day, today the topic surrounded one of the most dangerous beings known in the world that had recently settled into the borderlands, Mordred Pendragon. All knew of her devastation of the orc Waaagh! That had just swept through less than a year ago, even if many doubted the sheer scale of such a feat.
Dannecker was one of those that severely doubted her capabilities and believed that she had merely taken credit for the might of the empire's armies, not having fought at all, perhaps defeating one or two snotlings at best. This would explain his response to a portrait of the princess and her beauty as he immediately decided that he would take her as his wife, with or without her agreeing.
His chief adviser had just finished explaining that they would need to build up for a couple years before being ready to take to the field against her own average sized army of at most several thousand. These numbers being based off of the recent excursion she had done to reduce greenskin and beastmen numbers. The reason being that they needed to make up for the fact she had good quality items from the dwarfs that she was trading with and so needed to outnumber her to a degree that they could win with their under armed forces.
The ugly prince was rather upset at this revelation but after taking his frustrations on a servant girl, reluctantly accepted the wait and promised to himself to put extra effort into squeezing out every coin he could out of his subjects. If had stuck around and paid attention to the reactions of his court, he may have noticed that most of them were looking at him like he had gone insane and that he should sleep with one eye open and a dagger under his pillow for a while.
Interlude End.
Alternate Title: Blatant Foreshadowing.
Disclaimer/Warning: This one gets pretty dark because this is about a stereotypical fat evil somewhat sexist noble in a grimdark setting and it is entirely possible that you could get triggered reading it or would just prefer to keep it out of your head in general. For those who would rather skip this I made a TL;DR/summary of what happens that you can read that I put below this warning so you can still know what happens but can avoid the potentially triggering content.
A very stereotypical evil noble/prince finds out about the beauty of Mordred and decides to add her to his harem via force and makes the decision to spend the next couple years building up an army to conquer Drachenruhe on very bad assumptions. It was also foreshadowed that he also may or may not be stabbed in the back in the future by his own men to prevent their dirt poor princedom from going to war with a growing powerhouse.
When most folks think of the Border Princes, they think fat, smelly, egocentric men ruling for a definition of the word, over desperate, destitute, starving people living in mud huts hoping the monsters in the night don't come for them. In the case of Prince Guntbert Dannecker, he fit every bit of that. A couple of not so cautious fellows joked about it once in a tavern before Dannecker made sure they never did again.
Normally his daily routine would follow the lines of getting up, eating a delicacy or two before enjoying himself and whatever poor good looking girl had caught his fancy at the time regardless of their age or relationship status. Then he would move on to matters of "state" covering how to tax his people for more money without completely ruining their ability to make more of it for him and his court to take and how to seize more land from other princes.
He would then take a break for lunch and more of the same of his more "entertainment" before continuing his scheme with his court of half a dozen men on supposed matters of state. From there he might take a walk to "reassure his lessers" that he had things under control but more accurately looking to gloat and look down on the poor people living in their dirt homes and perhaps chance on another girl to take fancy to.
Needless to say, he was not a very popular ruler but he had the military strength and cruelty to keep the wouldbe rebels at bay for now, not that he actually realized that they might want to rebel against his "glorious" leadership.
Today however was not his usual day, today the topic surrounded one of the most dangerous beings known in the world that had recently settled into the borderlands, Mordred Pendragon. All knew of her devastation of the orc Waaagh! That had just swept through less than a year ago, even if many doubted the sheer scale of such a feat.
Dannecker was one of those that severely doubted her capabilities and believed that she had merely taken credit for the might of the empire's armies, not having fought at all, perhaps defeating one or two snotlings at best. This would explain his response to a portrait of the princess and her beauty as he immediately decided that he would take her as his wife, with or without her agreeing.
His chief adviser had just finished explaining that they would need to build up for a couple years before being ready to take to the field against her own average sized army of at most several thousand. These numbers being based off of the recent excursion she had done to reduce greenskin and beastmen numbers. The reason being that they needed to make up for the fact she had good quality items from the dwarfs that she was trading with and so needed to outnumber her to a degree that they could win with their under armed forces.
The ugly prince was rather upset at this revelation but after taking his frustrations on a servant girl, reluctantly accepted the wait and promised to himself to put extra effort into squeezing out every coin he could out of his subjects. If had stuck around and paid attention to the reactions of his court, he may have noticed that most of them were looking at him like he had gone insane and that he should sleep with one eye open and a dagger under his pillow for a while.
Interlude End.
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- Location
- zwolle
nice chapter thx for writing it
good to see the mc clearing out some stuff while also having to deal with the tradition of bodyguards
nice going with the mount should stop the nagging about heirs for a while with a horned horse being all pure and that stuff even if it was hinted that its staying due mc's magic.
ah the evil protag harem prince to bad we wont see his military genius to do natural causes aka falling down the stairs and landing on 27 upright swords.
thx for the map help visualize where things are in the story.
good to see the mc clearing out some stuff while also having to deal with the tradition of bodyguards
nice going with the mount should stop the nagging about heirs for a while with a horned horse being all pure and that stuff even if it was hinted that its staying due mc's magic.
ah the evil protag harem prince to bad we wont see his military genius to do natural causes aka falling down the stairs and landing on 27 upright swords.
thx for the map help visualize where things are in the story.
No problem, that is actually one of the main reasons I make them since I can't really visualize all of it in my head so I draw it out a bit and since I'm already making them it is just a small step to posting them here.
Yeah, I'm actually debating whether or not I want him to survive via plot armor just so Mordred can go kill him or if I to do something else since I do actually want to add some more fighting and conflict into the story since this is WARHAMMER and all there is, is war or however that quote goes.
From what I could find from hours of searching online and finding obscure PDFs to read is that Unicorns may actually be some kind of spirit/daemon though it is very vague. they are known to have an "affinity" for females, whatever that means and their resistance of magic is actually them eating said magic so casting spells at them just feeds them and invigorates them. Thus they tend to hang around female mages and serve as battles mounts for them. They are also known for their pride/ego and intelligence as well as "purity" apparently to the Old World Bestiary PDF I found, handling a unicorn's horn gives the feeling of taking part of a desecration of something which is very uncomfortable according to the bit of lore written by a wizard of one of the colleges.
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- Location
- here and there
Doesnt the fey enchantress from brettonia ride a unicorn as well?
- Location
- Philippines
Just kill him. It would be a bit stupid to leave a known threat running around. He maybe small fries but he can definitely target Mordred's villages.
- Location
- Brasil
Here is an interesting enemy for Mordred to face, Dragon Ogres, these monsters are not only strong but they eat lightning which is the main form of elemental attack that Mordred has, they can see it as the best food of their life
They too are allies of chaos and I can see the four trying to make a large group of them go against Mordred's realm where we can have a decent fight on both sides
They too are allies of chaos and I can see the four trying to make a large group of them go against Mordred's realm where we can have a decent fight on both sides
- Location
- united kingdom
You Know, even if Mordred does not create a spell or ritual to create magic circuits in people that, doesn't mean one isn't going to be made.
I can imagine a descendent of Mordred creating it with the intention to empower the country. Well-intentioned overall disregarding the risks.
Perhaps thinking that Mordred is being irrationally cautious when it concerns this magic due to not seeing chaos as a major threat, having not seen it at its worst.
I can visualise the scenario, The descendant creating the spell in secret and empowering a group of knights with magic circuits. Mordred finds out and the bans is the magic to descendants frustration. Later reports coming of chaos war bands and sorcerers marching down from the north with extremely powerful magics. Mordred realising the cats probably out of the bag and decides to unban the magic and in her counter attack On these warbands, because it is her issue essentially, she brings her descendent to witness the havoc created by chaos sorcerers wielding true dahr fuelled by access to magic circuits which chaos acquired from that descendant.
I can imagine a descendent of Mordred creating it with the intention to empower the country. Well-intentioned overall disregarding the risks.
Perhaps thinking that Mordred is being irrationally cautious when it concerns this magic due to not seeing chaos as a major threat, having not seen it at its worst.
I can visualise the scenario, The descendant creating the spell in secret and empowering a group of knights with magic circuits. Mordred finds out and the bans is the magic to descendants frustration. Later reports coming of chaos war bands and sorcerers marching down from the north with extremely powerful magics. Mordred realising the cats probably out of the bag and decides to unban the magic and in her counter attack On these warbands, because it is her issue essentially, she brings her descendent to witness the havoc created by chaos sorcerers wielding true dahr fuelled by access to magic circuits which chaos acquired from that descendant.
- Location
- Usa
This guy if he is close is likely to start seriously bleeding people as they emigrate and flee to Drachenruhe. Mordred's kingdom will appear much closer to the Empire in buildings and infrastructure and will be significantly richer.
His court may not kill him but there is a good chance that his attempts to build an army fail completely as he hemorrhages peasants.
If Mordred hears about this from either her spies or anyone else she would be smart enough to just cut off his economic ability. Hard to build an army when your population is dropping.
That is assuming that no one in his fief ends up meeting Mordred, speaking to her, and being overwhelmed by her Charisma. Causing them to plot to either have towns flee or plot to cut off whole sections of the fief and join Mordred.
- Location
- America
I say let him survive long enough to declare war and in a few month gets brutally offed by the both Mordred's spy and his own people.
Oh oh, how about his people finally had enough and revolt with some help of the spys. Also this can be lead to the big party that would end up with a drunk Mordred and lead up to her having a one night stand. The war/civil war can let you close up multiple issue in one go.
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Two things about your disclaimers.
One.
I find it hilarious that the so called Summary, is the exact same length as what it is summarising.
Two.
WTF did you put a disclaimer for?
It would take a very pathetic person to be "Triggered" by this chapter.
Yeah, the Prince is acting like a scumbag, but we get darker shit in cartoons.
The only people who are that easily "Triggered", are people who are acting pissed on purpose because they want attention.
We call those people Trolls.
Then again, we call people Trolls for a lot of things.
One, the summary is only 80 or so words and the disclaimer is barely larger than that whereas the actual interlude is about 600 words so I feel very confident in saying it is a summary.
Two, I made it because while I don't remember exactly what the rules for the type of content I was posting for, I wanted to at least attempt to stay within them, I also felt I should as a courtesy for my readers, the disclaimer is not only there for those who could be triggered* but also for those like myself where the type of things we read heavily effects our mood and how we respond to other people and if anyone does complain then I have covered my ass so that I can say they were warned and I can point to it as proof.
Three, Why does me posting a disclaimer/warning bug you so much? Your post comes across very aggressive to me and quite honestly I feel a little attacked by your comments about how "pathetic" it would be to get triggered which while I doubt is your intention to do so, I still wonder why you feel so strongly on the matter.
*I would like to note I mean the word 'Triggered' defined as having a typically strong, negative emotional response to a piece of content that the person in question experienced.
Four, I don't feel it is pathetic to have a emotional reaction to a piece of content like what I posted, especially since that interlude heavily implies that a number of girls get snatched off the street and raped regularly. Calling it pathetic to have negative emotional responses to such content is not something I can agree with and I ask you not to refer to it as such again. While you state that cartoons have darker things in them, that doesn't mean someone can't also be affected by those things and it doesn't mean they are pathetic for feeling that way. I would greatly prefer it if you would avoid saying so.
I feel it is unfair and unreasonable to call everyone who mentions they were negatively effected by reading it and comments on such, Trolls. While I don't doubt that some people would do just what you are saying, that doesn't mean that some people can't have legitimate reactions and desire to make sure the author knew for one reason or another.
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AldariSiradla
Knight of the Fountain Pen
I for one welcome this idiot.
When the inevitable occurs...
Territory grows.
And the people will be grateful...
For being ruled by a benevolent and worthy King...
Like say...
Mordred.
When the inevitable occurs...
Territory grows.
And the people will be grateful...
For being ruled by a benevolent and worthy King...
Like say...
Mordred.
- Pronouns
- First/And/Last
With mordred's army and people having a preference for ranged weaponry due to her tactics in defeating the various green skin armies, the presence of dwarfs with there skill at engineering along with more innovative human apprentices and mordreds own knowledge of guns from earth bet I get the feeling that the warhammer world or at least the badlands where her empire will eventually be expanding into will start to look like a mix of warhammer fantasy and Pandora from borderlands after a century or two down the line.
- Location
- zwolle
could use him as example that one needs a serious army to defeat the mc since prince charming got one shot and his army ?
nice lead up so an enemy protag
- Location
- Deep inside the sand
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I thought I would need to read through a torture session or something. It good that it was only normal cruelty and depravity.
He could also have competent guards and that's why he has managed to live until now. As he's protected from sociotal and political consequenses, the only way he could die is in war. I'm unsure on how their kingdom function but I can imagine that it would be hard to get rid of someone with competent subordinates and were in peace with no major conflicts that he could be sent to die in.
- Location
- Pale Blue Dot
If you want battle? Have the Dwarfs go "Well, see, there are some major tunnels underneath your lands, and the skavens are expected to move some serious forces through them pretty soon. We think they are going for one of our holds. Could we hire you to thin their numbers a bit on the way?"
Because the goblins and Scaven are absolutely horrible for the Dwarfs, the Skaven have insane numbers, and I could totally see the Dwarves prefering to spend gold to spending lives. "Loosing less lives" and "handling peoples grudges" are the kind of thing that make Dwarven leaders popular - and trust me, the Skaven have A LOT of grudges hanging over them...
Also, expect the undead to show up at some point.
This is pretty much what I'm leaning too right now, likely it will be his chief advisor actually being loyal or perhaps his own interests agreeing with Dannecker and defending him from assassination attempts and coups.
Actually, the dwarfs are more likely to make you a Runefang than give you tons of gold. Gold fever is a real thing for dwarfs and the only reason they paid Mordred as much gold as they did was because for one, repaying their debts is usually a by far stronger motivator than gold gathering unless the dwarf in question is really out of his mind with his hordes of gold. And two, Mordred asked for gold knowing her princedom is dirt poor and needed some cash infusion. In the future, most of the rewards they give her will be along the lines of runic items, quality construction work for X amount of years and such.
There isn't actually a whole lot of Skaven presence in the borderlands underground, likely because they never needed it but the map shows that only a single line of tunnels working as a short cut to the empire from the southern world edge mountains that was made sometime between 1000 IC and 2512 IC. That will of course change in time but currently there isn't all that many tunnels on the equivalent of a small highway in the middle of nowhere.
Hmm, there would be undead around wouldn't there? I'll see what I can do.
- Location
- Philippines
Worst comes to worst, you could refer to the Total War Warhammer maps if you need a shortcut.
Though the update in my emails almost told me that you had updated, but the message wasnt a new chapter, sad.
Hopefully we get a new one soon.