MaHaL
Conductor of the Choir of Death
- Location
- Canada
Nations of Steel and Sabre
- Thread starter Theravis
- Start date
- OOC Fantasy Alt. History
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
@Ceslas
I'm....pretty sure I didn't actually hijack the loudspeaker system in Shun China?
Unless my espionage folks have talents that I am severely underutilizing....
("Why is the President of the USE's private plane landed in my swamp? Why is Austria's flagship land dreadnaught in my swamp? Why is the Roc IN MY SWAMP?"
"Classified, sir. Only available on a need to know basis."
"I'M THE SUPREME LEADER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S CLASSIFIED!"
"Need to know, sir. Not authorized to say.")
I'm....pretty sure I didn't actually hijack the loudspeaker system in Shun China?
Unless my espionage folks have talents that I am severely underutilizing....
("Why is the President of the USE's private plane landed in my swamp? Why is Austria's flagship land dreadnaught in my swamp? Why is the Roc IN MY SWAMP?"
"Classified, sir. Only available on a need to know basis."
"I'M THE SUPREME LEADER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S CLASSIFIED!"
"Need to know, sir. Not authorized to say.")
Given that a proclamation was presented to the Imperial Court in the Northern Capital a few years ago I wouldn't be surprised if a few Canaanites burst into a radio station and started shouting to anyone within broadcast range.@Ceslas
I'm....pretty sure I didn't actually hijack the loudspeaker system in Shun China?
Unless my espionage folks have talents that I am severely underutilizing....
("Why is the President of the USE's private plane landed in my swamp? Why is Austria's flagship land dreadnaught in my swamp? Why is the Roc IN MY SWAMP?"
"Classified, sir. Only available on a need to know basis."
"I'M THE SUPREME LEADER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S CLASSIFIED!"
"Need to know, sir. Not authorized to say.")
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
That wasn't my best work, but I was sleepy and did it late in the night.
I'll probably fix it up in the morning or something. Depends on how you guys like it.
I'll probably fix it up in the morning or something. Depends on how you guys like it.
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
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Theravis
A Knight for those Suffering
- Location
- West Michigan
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
Please, Mercy milord, I only did as you asked!The GM has.....
ideas.
:_:
Playing Mughals is Suffering.
- Location
- Wörms, the half continent
Quest theme rolls and stuff.
And cornucopia, I'm at stagnant so no bonus/penalty
And cornucopia, I'm at stagnant so no bonus/penalty
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THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
By the way. @TenfoldShields , we never found out what ended up happening to the Vasa king. I'm genuinely curious as to what his fate is.
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Aaaand last hero done. At last. 
@Theravis @Cetashwayo
(Also rolling for econ)
@Theravis @Cetashwayo
Bio: The jotunn is a formidable foe even as his heydey slips behind him. He stands on backbent legs, towering head and shoulders over the next largest man in the room. Belly banded with iron-hardbrawn, arms still laced with all the raw power of a younger man. Six-headed he wears the visage of a primordial wyrm, bearded in hoarfrost and ice, across all his faces. His flesh is black stone trimmed in frozen blue and within his heart magma rushes and roils. A close confidant of the Old King he serves as the righ hand of the new monarch and seeks to mentor the oft-wilful Arkyn. Where Arkyn has all the zeal and fervor of youth, Rime has caution born of experience: he recalls the fierce and brutal fighting that preceded their exiles and understands that the world as a whole lacks much in the way of softness or sympathy. Skeptical, pragmatic, and practical he has thrown himself into stabilizing and expanding Kalmar with gusto.
Spells:
Carcass-World Corpse Marker (Making/Weaving/Knowing): 9
The world is dead. Mankind and all its sister species walk on the rotting flesh of the First Giant, they mine its hollow bones for wealth and live off its stores of slow-decaying flesh. Vermin feeding on vermin as icy sinews slough from a bleak blue skeleton. But, like an electrified needle slid into cold muscle, this colossal carcass can still be roused to some grisly semblance of vitality. Rime beckons forth spires from the body of Ymir. Towering steles, the uncomfortably organic stone etching itself with reliefs of carrion-Ymir, silver-tongued Loki, his monstrous children and their manifold descendants. A central spire ringed by repeating pylons dozens of miles hence. Spells imparted to the central stele proliferate out, continually broadcast and refreshed by the child-columns. Information gathered at the satellite relays is communicated back, both to the progenitor stele and Rime himself.
Burning Brand of Muspelheim (Making): 5
From the sparks and embers of Muspelheim was the world born, in the flames of Surtr's sword will the world end. Calling upon the lineage of fire giants that flows through his stony veins Rime beckons forth the searing winds, the iron-grey smoke, and cinder-storms of the Fire Realm. His command over the manifestations is exceedingly fine, he is a master painter: he takes only the red he needs and no more. The spell bringing forth a warm, continuous wind as easily as it brings forth a sky-scorching inferno.
Mist-Realm Mantle (Making): 5
From the fog and snow of Niflheim was the world born, before Loki's return the world shall taste such cold again. Calling upon the lineage of ice giants that swells his sturdy limbs Rime beckons forth the freezing sleet, the flesh-blackening gales, and endless mist of the Dark World. His command over the manifestations is exceedingly fine, he is a master painter: he takes only the blue he needs and no more. The spell bringing forth a cool, steady wind as easily as it brings forth a world-cracking winter.
Sleepless Land Stalwarts (Unveiling): 3
Can you see it? Those with eyes blessed by magic can: the slow, steady, pulse that ripples through the air; emanating from the spell-spires. Feel it ruffle blades of grass, stir droplets of water from the leaves. Feel it wash over your skin. The world is dead. The world is blind. The world does not know you but...something within its flesh sees you as you scurry about atop its necrotic immensity. Something within the stone steles watches you and takes note as you burrow, as you march, as you fly.
Immortal Landvættir Legion (Patterning): 4
Within stone and soil dwell the landvaettir, lesser spirits of the land. Small things, fickle things, silent creatures that speak in dreams and whisper in mortal myth. But Rime is no mere mortal, child of the dead world and fashioned in the image of one of the first jotnar, and at his command the landvaettir rise. At his order they reshape themselves into forms better befitting soldiers and sentinels. The graven reliefs upon the steles seem to shift and writhe in the corner of your eye, sleek-skinned seals and shadow-winged raptors, venom-dripping serpents and bull headed beasts moving and squirming within their watchtowers. The landvaettir maintain the vast spell arrays (modifying the workings as circumstances shift) and protect both parent stele and child-column from attack: defending the markers with spiritual weaponry, acting to repair damage, and calling Naglfarian soldiery to arms as needed.
Quarter King Scions (Perfecting): 4
Dragon and eagle, bull and giant: the four fearsome defenders of Iceland's shores, whose majesty and terror caused the Dane, Harald Bluetooth of yore, to halt his invasion of that distant isle. A legend, to be sure, but the world should know better: this is a time in which legends come alive, tearing themselves free from shallow graves to walk the world once more. In each central stele is bound a landvaettir of tremendous size and profound strength. Resting but awake, watchful, at the ready should it be called upon to protect the land once more.
Venom-River Recreation, From My Father's Flesh I Was Formed (Unmaking/Perfecting+): 10
Claws the size of destroyers, barely glimpsed through the thick caul of mist. A vast shape that shakes the world with every step, a six-headed shadow within the walls of a titanic storm. Rime chains the primordial rivers that nourished Ymir to him, drinking hungrily of the toxic rivulets. His body swells to impossible size, strength and stamina, vigor and resilience growing in matched proportion. Dozens of central stele growing from his mountain-wide back like a boar's bristles. His talons carving apart the land, gouging glacial trenches through the earth. Clearing the earth and readying it for reshaping.
Spells:
Carcass-World Corpse Marker (Making/Weaving/Knowing): 9
The world is dead. Mankind and all its sister species walk on the rotting flesh of the First Giant, they mine its hollow bones for wealth and live off its stores of slow-decaying flesh. Vermin feeding on vermin as icy sinews slough from a bleak blue skeleton. But, like an electrified needle slid into cold muscle, this colossal carcass can still be roused to some grisly semblance of vitality. Rime beckons forth spires from the body of Ymir. Towering steles, the uncomfortably organic stone etching itself with reliefs of carrion-Ymir, silver-tongued Loki, his monstrous children and their manifold descendants. A central spire ringed by repeating pylons dozens of miles hence. Spells imparted to the central stele proliferate out, continually broadcast and refreshed by the child-columns. Information gathered at the satellite relays is communicated back, both to the progenitor stele and Rime himself.
Burning Brand of Muspelheim (Making): 5
From the sparks and embers of Muspelheim was the world born, in the flames of Surtr's sword will the world end. Calling upon the lineage of fire giants that flows through his stony veins Rime beckons forth the searing winds, the iron-grey smoke, and cinder-storms of the Fire Realm. His command over the manifestations is exceedingly fine, he is a master painter: he takes only the red he needs and no more. The spell bringing forth a warm, continuous wind as easily as it brings forth a sky-scorching inferno.
Mist-Realm Mantle (Making): 5
From the fog and snow of Niflheim was the world born, before Loki's return the world shall taste such cold again. Calling upon the lineage of ice giants that swells his sturdy limbs Rime beckons forth the freezing sleet, the flesh-blackening gales, and endless mist of the Dark World. His command over the manifestations is exceedingly fine, he is a master painter: he takes only the blue he needs and no more. The spell bringing forth a cool, steady wind as easily as it brings forth a world-cracking winter.
Sleepless Land Stalwarts (Unveiling): 3
Can you see it? Those with eyes blessed by magic can: the slow, steady, pulse that ripples through the air; emanating from the spell-spires. Feel it ruffle blades of grass, stir droplets of water from the leaves. Feel it wash over your skin. The world is dead. The world is blind. The world does not know you but...something within its flesh sees you as you scurry about atop its necrotic immensity. Something within the stone steles watches you and takes note as you burrow, as you march, as you fly.
Immortal Landvættir Legion (Patterning): 4
Within stone and soil dwell the landvaettir, lesser spirits of the land. Small things, fickle things, silent creatures that speak in dreams and whisper in mortal myth. But Rime is no mere mortal, child of the dead world and fashioned in the image of one of the first jotnar, and at his command the landvaettir rise. At his order they reshape themselves into forms better befitting soldiers and sentinels. The graven reliefs upon the steles seem to shift and writhe in the corner of your eye, sleek-skinned seals and shadow-winged raptors, venom-dripping serpents and bull headed beasts moving and squirming within their watchtowers. The landvaettir maintain the vast spell arrays (modifying the workings as circumstances shift) and protect both parent stele and child-column from attack: defending the markers with spiritual weaponry, acting to repair damage, and calling Naglfarian soldiery to arms as needed.
Quarter King Scions (Perfecting): 4
Dragon and eagle, bull and giant: the four fearsome defenders of Iceland's shores, whose majesty and terror caused the Dane, Harald Bluetooth of yore, to halt his invasion of that distant isle. A legend, to be sure, but the world should know better: this is a time in which legends come alive, tearing themselves free from shallow graves to walk the world once more. In each central stele is bound a landvaettir of tremendous size and profound strength. Resting but awake, watchful, at the ready should it be called upon to protect the land once more.
Venom-River Recreation, From My Father's Flesh I Was Formed (Unmaking/Perfecting+): 10
Claws the size of destroyers, barely glimpsed through the thick caul of mist. A vast shape that shakes the world with every step, a six-headed shadow within the walls of a titanic storm. Rime chains the primordial rivers that nourished Ymir to him, drinking hungrily of the toxic rivulets. His body swells to impossible size, strength and stamina, vigor and resilience growing in matched proportion. Dozens of central stele growing from his mountain-wide back like a boar's bristles. His talons carving apart the land, gouging glacial trenches through the earth. Clearing the earth and readying it for reshaping.
(Also rolling for econ)
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TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Doublepost but hey, just putting it here as a rough draft for my reworked military while I redo my turnpost. (Thiiiink the math checks out)
Rakshasa have him, I think we're working on getting a trial set up? Not sure what they're leaning towards tbh.
2EP = 5000mp (4999)
4% Manpower = 25680 (19585)
Army
Marine - Monstrous - Field Medic - Squad Mage Company = 7.5mp/250
2.5 * [1.00 + .25 Marine + .50 Monstrous + .25 Medic + 1.00 Squad Mage]
x8
=60mp/2000
Dragon - Shock - Squad Mage Company = ~7mp/250
2.5 * [1.00 + .50 Dragon + .25 Shock + 1.00 Squad Mage ]
x12
=84mp/3000
AA/AT Solution - Engineering - Recon - Mechanized - Monstrous - Squad Mage ??? (+ 100 Med. Tank/ + 50 Artillery Batteries) = 275mp/5k
50 * [1 + 1.00 AA/AT Solution + .25 Engineering + .25 Recon + 1.5 Mechanized + .50 Monstrous + 1.00 Squad Mage]
x2
550mp/10k
God Slaying Hauberk Superheavy Tank Company= 3.75mp/20
2.5 * [1.00 +.50 Hauberk]
x12
=45mp/240
Airforce
Dragon - Heavy Bomber Wing = 150mp/60
60 * [1.00 + .50 Dragon + 01.00 Heavy Bomber]
x4
=600mp/240
Air Superiority Wing = 60mp/60
x4
=240mp/240
Navy
Krakenspawn - Launcher Submarine = 35mp/1
20 * [1.00 + .50 Krakenspawn] + 5 Bio-Torpedoes
x20
=560mp/20
Minesweeper Corvette = 10mp/30
20 * [1.00 - .50 Minesweeper]
x4
=40mp/120
Destroyer = 40mp/120
x12
=480mp/1440
Air Defense Destroyer = 60mp/180
40 * [1.00 + .50 Air Defense]
x8
=480mp/1440
Destroyer Lead Light Cruiser = 90mp/270
60 * [1.00 + .50 Destroyer Lead]
x4
=360mp/1080
Draugr Battleship = 300mp/1
200 * [1.00 + .50 Draugr]
x5
=1500mp/5
4% Manpower = 25680 (19585)
Army
Marine - Monstrous - Field Medic - Squad Mage Company = 7.5mp/250
2.5 * [1.00 + .25 Marine + .50 Monstrous + .25 Medic + 1.00 Squad Mage]
x8
=60mp/2000
Dragon - Shock - Squad Mage Company = ~7mp/250
2.5 * [1.00 + .50 Dragon + .25 Shock + 1.00 Squad Mage ]
x12
=84mp/3000
AA/AT Solution - Engineering - Recon - Mechanized - Monstrous - Squad Mage ??? (+ 100 Med. Tank/ + 50 Artillery Batteries) = 275mp/5k
50 * [1 + 1.00 AA/AT Solution + .25 Engineering + .25 Recon + 1.5 Mechanized + .50 Monstrous + 1.00 Squad Mage]
x2
550mp/10k
God Slaying Hauberk Superheavy Tank Company= 3.75mp/20
2.5 * [1.00 +.50 Hauberk]
x12
=45mp/240
Airforce
Dragon - Heavy Bomber Wing = 150mp/60
60 * [1.00 + .50 Dragon + 01.00 Heavy Bomber]
x4
=600mp/240
Air Superiority Wing = 60mp/60
x4
=240mp/240
Navy
Krakenspawn - Launcher Submarine = 35mp/1
20 * [1.00 + .50 Krakenspawn] + 5 Bio-Torpedoes
x20
=560mp/20
Minesweeper Corvette = 10mp/30
20 * [1.00 - .50 Minesweeper]
x4
=40mp/120
Destroyer = 40mp/120
x12
=480mp/1440
Air Defense Destroyer = 60mp/180
40 * [1.00 + .50 Air Defense]
x8
=480mp/1440
Destroyer Lead Light Cruiser = 90mp/270
60 * [1.00 + .50 Destroyer Lead]
x4
=360mp/1080
Draugr Battleship = 300mp/1
200 * [1.00 + .50 Draugr]
x5
=1500mp/5
Rakshasa have him, I think we're working on getting a trial set up? Not sure what they're leaning towards tbh.
- Location
- not here any more
Theravis
A Knight for those Suffering
- Location
- West Michigan
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
But the deadline for the rest of us normal folk is still Friday, correct? And the turn reports will come over the next week as usual?
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
- Location
- Alberta, Canada
Okay, lets hope I don't mess up this econ roll, and I do it right
4 total, well that sucks
now for the quest theme, lets hope I don't mess this one up either
okay, a total of +4 with my national hero committed. I hope this is right.
Now for a birth roll
definitely not
4 total, well that sucks
now for the quest theme, lets hope I don't mess this one up either
okay, a total of +4 with my national hero committed. I hope this is right.
Now for a birth roll
definitely not
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NonSequtur
a body
Doing the initial rolls for next turn so I can write out my responses.
NonSequtur
a body
THatWhichWillBe
The Squiddly One
- Location
- In The Darkened Deep
Yo, Shiver. My Character is actually also going on a trainquest next year; so I was wondering if you'd might want to do a fluff thing where they work together to try and solve the Train-Mystery.
- Location
- not here any more
@Walker Of Chaos I don't think you can have a trade agreement with the Syndicate of West Indies any more, since they kind of don't exist any more.