Necromancy War Forge (Riot Quest) (Steam Punk) (Cuthulu) (WW1/WW2)
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Sirrocco
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So... what actually happens in the increasingly likely case that someone unlocks a T2 and thus forces us to spend absurdly more money than we have? Is that a BAD END? Are we forced to do nothing but production orders until we can get back a scrap of money (at which point someone else crams their own T2 in under the wire to force their own pet project through?) How bad is this, really?
I thought t2 would take a while so this is just preparation for this
William was alone in his room. It was silent.Totally, wonderfully silent. The world was full of noise. Loud ,harsh, mindripping noise. Thats why he decided to study necromancy instead of other magics. The dead dont talk back. They dont laugh shrilly, they dont shout angrily, they dont slam doors. His fellow necromancers where a calm sort, but even they were loud. Silence was good. Silence was productive. Silence helps you concentrate.William closed his eyes. Here, in his sanctum, he assembled the spell matrix in his mind. He would infuse a skeleton with it later, but for now he enjoyed his work. Hopefully they would be able to create ghosts soon. They would be even more silent than the skeletons.
William was alone in his room. It was silent.Totally, wonderfully silent. The world was full of noise. Loud ,harsh, mindripping noise. Thats why he decided to study necromancy instead of other magics. The dead dont talk back. They dont laugh shrilly, they dont shout angrily, they dont slam doors. His fellow necromancers where a calm sort, but even they were loud. Silence was good. Silence was productive. Silence helps you concentrate.William closed his eyes. Here, in his sanctum, he assembled the spell matrix in his mind. He would infuse a skeleton with it later, but for now he enjoyed his work. Hopefully they would be able to create ghosts soon. They would be even more silent than the skeletons.
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Sirrocco
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I hope this qualifies for an omake?
Igor had never really liked zombies. They were so messy. Still, the Masters had always wanted to work with zombies, and so it was with zombies that Igor worked. So messy. Still, it was not Igor's place to complain. Then had come that fateful day. The Master had sent him to fetch a brain... and holding that wet, squishy thing in his hands? Igor froze up. Igor trembled. Igor's fingers slipped. Igor dropped the brain. The Master near-exploded with wrath, and Igor fled. Having failed that badly? He could not go back. Indeed... the Master was well-regarded in the leadership of the party. All of Germany was too close. Igor skulked and scrambled across the border to France, still looking over his shoulder, then across the water into Britain. There... there Igor could relax, at least a little. Then the Monsters came. That was bad! But at the same time, at least The Master would not be coming after him now, eh? Of course, he was still going hungry. The civilian side of Britain didn't have much in his skillset, and the military wasn't looking to sign up infantry who were blatantly deformed and also short. At the same time, the military apparently was interested in hiring skilled necromancer's assistants? But nobody wanted to hire necromancer's assistants. Well... Igor certainly wasn't going to look a gift corpse in the mouth. Off to America it was! Hopefully he'd be allowed to help with something other than zombies.
Igor had never really liked zombies. They were so messy. Still, the Masters had always wanted to work with zombies, and so it was with zombies that Igor worked. So messy. Still, it was not Igor's place to complain. Then had come that fateful day. The Master had sent him to fetch a brain... and holding that wet, squishy thing in his hands? Igor froze up. Igor trembled. Igor's fingers slipped. Igor dropped the brain. The Master near-exploded with wrath, and Igor fled. Having failed that badly? He could not go back. Indeed... the Master was well-regarded in the leadership of the party. All of Germany was too close. Igor skulked and scrambled across the border to France, still looking over his shoulder, then across the water into Britain. There... there Igor could relax, at least a little. Then the Monsters came. That was bad! But at the same time, at least The Master would not be coming after him now, eh? Of course, he was still going hungry. The civilian side of Britain didn't have much in his skillset, and the military wasn't looking to sign up infantry who were blatantly deformed and also short. At the same time, the military apparently was interested in hiring skilled necromancer's assistants? But nobody wanted to hire necromancer's assistants. Well... Igor certainly wasn't going to look a gift corpse in the mouth. Off to America it was! Hopefully he'd be allowed to help with something other than zombies.
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William was not alone. That was a problem. Walks-the-dream was ok. He was the strong and silent type. Not silent enough, nothing ever was, but...acceptable. The problem was mr. Jamesson.
William had decided to visit tge corpse storage because his neighbour had loud visitors. He had hoped that no one wabted to talk around hundeds of corpses. Had he thought about this for more than one moment he would have remembered that this was an institution for necromancers. Of course they talk around corpses. Otherwise they would never talk! Which led to the current situation.
"...through this we can concentrate the ambient minor ghosts of the battlefield and use them as fuel for the Death Beam! Of course, since the Death Beam kills the target we can use its death to partially recharge the Death Beam and so create a Chain Death Beam!! I know it sounds ambitious, but if we can triple our budged we should be able to achieve this in a short timeframe!!!"
"Not gonna happen."
"What?!"
"Not. Gonna. Happen."
"Why!!"
"We have attilerie. Need close combat. Need defence. No death beams."
"But...but..."
" Maybe later. Not now. Get back to making skeletons."
Walks- the-dream concentrated on the corpses, his body language made clear that the discussion was over.
His mind had not moved on, however.
Gathering the death energys of slain enemys could be useful. But gathering energy and converting that enemy into a lifedraining nexus and shooting that nexus with accuracy And having that nexus be selfproprogating? To many steps. No specialisation. Modern warfare was all about specialisation. One unit that gathers energy on the battlefield. Other units that can use those energies. That could work. But later. For now: Skeletons
William had decided to visit tge corpse storage because his neighbour had loud visitors. He had hoped that no one wabted to talk around hundeds of corpses. Had he thought about this for more than one moment he would have remembered that this was an institution for necromancers. Of course they talk around corpses. Otherwise they would never talk! Which led to the current situation.
"...through this we can concentrate the ambient minor ghosts of the battlefield and use them as fuel for the Death Beam! Of course, since the Death Beam kills the target we can use its death to partially recharge the Death Beam and so create a Chain Death Beam!! I know it sounds ambitious, but if we can triple our budged we should be able to achieve this in a short timeframe!!!"
"Not gonna happen."
"What?!"
"Not. Gonna. Happen."
"Why!!"
"We have attilerie. Need close combat. Need defence. No death beams."
"But...but..."
" Maybe later. Not now. Get back to making skeletons."
Walks- the-dream concentrated on the corpses, his body language made clear that the discussion was over.
His mind had not moved on, however.
Gathering the death energys of slain enemys could be useful. But gathering energy and converting that enemy into a lifedraining nexus and shooting that nexus with accuracy And having that nexus be selfproprogating? To many steps. No specialisation. Modern warfare was all about specialisation. One unit that gathers energy on the battlefield. Other units that can use those energies. That could work. But later. For now: Skeletons
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
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No but I'll allow one Omake and one Art/produced thing.
(Even if you use a site to make it)
Sirrocco
Pedantic
...and if it's sufficiently terrible, can we invest dice to reduce the research into a given field?
Sirrocco
Pedantic
...and the second time? It seems clear that there are people out there who will prioritize "make my personal project the best" over the health of the group, even leaving aside the possibility of outright trolls. If there's no way to stop them, then it's not going to stop at just one.
I mean, for obsessed deep-geek necromancers living in a first-of-its-kind think tank composed of obsessed deep-geek necromancers, this is very in-character. "What? You're going to force through T2 Spirits? Well then I'm going to force through T2 Zombies! How do you like that?" and then someone splashes terrible coffee on someone else and it all goes downhill from there. At the same time....
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So that means that I can still make an omake?
I was chewing on something that I was planning to publish next turn, but if I finish it before then I might post it.
Am I allowed to direct an extra omake-dice to a different project than my first project? since that one has been finished by now.
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
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If you haven't made on this turn go ahead, and sure I guess.
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Alright then I will see if I can finish it before the next turn. It might not be done before then however, because my process is quite slow.
Zedalb
I just started a Patreon!
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I know I said christmas, But I can down with what I am fairly certain is Covid, I can't find out without driving for about half an hour, and I have dizzy spells and light headedness so I'm not doing that.
Anyway I don't think I'll die, but I am certainly not writing for a few days.
Anyway I don't think I'll die, but I am certainly not writing for a few days.
Sirrocco
Pedantic
Take your time. Take care of yourself. Live. We'll be here when you get back.