LastStandZiggy
Last To Fall
- Location
- Kingman, Az
He has a yandere wife and a little sister that writes yaoi, you would sigh a lot too, I think.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Syn0
QoP of Pain
- Location
- Low Priority T_T
Shade dropped a couple hints about possible sister ships. Henry commented on how filthy rich Gallia is, and on how the Windland could double as a refugee carrier. It also needs a lot of windstones, so mining them buys a little more time before the apocalypse.
The only negative thing about them will be increased tensions.
- Location
- U.S.A.
And maintenance/upgrades.
Tomio
Designated croisant
Lose virginity, gain weapon.Your first is the oldest weapon in human history.
I'll beat a motherfucker with another motherfucker!
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
- Location
- Happy Funtime Candyland
ALL HAIL THE DEATH-STAR OF GALLIA!
PseudoSim
Intentionally Obfuscating
- Location
- Beating my muse with a bat for being a pain
This really makes me wonder if Henry is going to go after the soviet submarine. Now, aside from its payload the thing may be a rusted hulk, but what are the chances though that magic could be used to restore it enough -so it doesnt crumble and break apart during salvage, cleaning and inspection- that something could be gleaned from the design of it?
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Will that matter in the time that remains?
PseudoSim
Intentionally Obfuscating
- Location
- Beating my muse with a bat for being a pain
Don't they have about 12 years or so? Even if it doesn't make too great a difference though salvaging it would still likely be worthwhile, just researching it how it appears to function could lead to a lot of technical advancements and if nothing else it- or rather the nukes -gives Henry a bigger stick aside from the Windlands that isnt just 'All of you die now' that the genocide spell is.
Didn't Louise in the novels claim there was a void spell that could destroy the world in response to elves threatening to nuke everyone with fire stones?
- Location
- The United States
- Pronouns
- She/Her
He can probably get the warheads out of the ICBMs which, even as suicide bombs only, just need someone to compress the beryllium reflector onto the plutonium. Assuming that the sub was an early cold war era one(pessimistic assumption), ie a 667B, there would still be 12 r-29's or a total of 36 half a megaton warheads. If nothing else the examples of firearms recovered and the electronics on board could serve as inspiration to local manufacturing and research.
- Location
- Elsewhere
He has? But Cattleya is married and Louise too young so... oh, wait...
I fear that fanfiction is somewhat altering my plot expectations... either that or it's ASOIAF's fault.
Internal skeleton had to be riveted together. Even if you use magicks, the giant steel frames still have to be moved around and matched.
Then there was the internal armor, then again external frame, skin, and armor. And then the fitting out.
Two to three years is likely more realistic.
All the while building the lesser escort ships.
Making the Windland must have been an arduous ,and ass clenching task for everyone involved.
Not to mention eating out most of the countries iron and coal production for those years.
All the while mining more windstones, and stocking oil.
"Then we can put them side by side and they will look like a giant pair of boobies!"
- Location
- USA
Living proof of internet rule 34. Even flying military bases aren't exempt...
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
But first, you must equip a motherf-
Ah, who am I kidding.
AAAAAAMMMMEEEEENNNNN!
Nothing is exempt
Nothing.
Gallia did have a brand spanking new floating continent added to their territory though, so that's a lot of tax money and warm bodies added to their power. Granted, it'll take time for the-landmass-previously-known-as-Albion to recover from its bloody civil war, and wash the bitter taste of it to even start recruiting troops... So yeah, it'll probably be another couple of years before it can be built. Just in time for the invasion of the Holy lands!
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine
There are a few things more important than presentation when it comes to a marriage ceremony, especially among nobles. One of such things is etiquette, another is proper form, a third one is personal hygiene -quite the sensational difference from a certain french King that bathed only thrice, and otherwise used thick perfumes- and finally...they are all meaningless because in Germania, marriages are an affair that is both an official state ceremony and a whorehouse party mixed together.
Emperor Albrecht stood by the altar of the main cathedral of Vindobona with a greedy, delighted look on his face. No doubts, he'd be shaking in his boots until the night of the wedding, and it was pretty obvious it wasn't going to end with just a kiss. A small part of me felt sad about it. It wasn't that Albrecht himself was an ugly man. He was older than Henrietta by a good dozen of years, sure, his hair was a firm reddish color, and his body was stocky.
I wouldn't have put it past him to yell Ours is the Fury, grab a warhammer and start drinking wine while whores flocked to him.
Yes, a horrible husband to have, or family member to be in the family with, but definitely a good friend to drink wine with if you got into his good graces.
But that would be after the marriage itself. Inside the church, one could not enter armed. Of course, this didn't mean one couldn't enter with his walking stick, which might just hide a blade inside, but that was a different story. So all of my men had to use walking sticks for that day. They were quite awkward with those, admittedly, but I was sure that if I got them to dance to the right rhythm I could put up a nice choreography of sorts.
Perhaps something with tip-tap?
Louise was wearing a pretty nice pink dress, a parchment in her hands that she was furiously rereading, trying to memorize lines upon lines of whatever sort of artistic drivel she had come up with to celebrate the marriage between the Emperor and the Princess, and it was clear she would rather die than embarrass herself. Agnes was in attendance, silently standing behind a quite cross Eleonore -chosen by all the family to represent the Valliere, and mostly because even though Louise was the Explosive, nobody crossed the Iron Lady and lived to tell the tale.
Well, nobody but me, but I was an unfair bastard.
Raven's vision subtly shared itself with me, and it showed the figure of a fretting Henrietta clad in a beautiful white wedding dress that was walking back and forth in a room nearby, connected to the main ceremonial altar by a long hallway of richly decorated walls with beautifully painted depictions of Gods fighting, elves dying, and all that good stuff that makes you think that yes, indeed, your religion is going to totally wreck everyone else's.
He was standing in the courtyard, using an air spell known as Distant Vision on his eyes to gaze at the correct window. For the hearing, he had a few crows take turns listening on by the window, flap down to report to him, and then return back up. It was ingenious, but then again my cuddly, wubbly, fluffy Raven was the smartest crow there ever was!
"Lord Bidashal," Henrietta spoke, and my fingers tightened around the handle of my walking stick. "You shouldn't have come all this way. I will keep my promise-"
"It seems unfair, since I could not keep mine," the calm voice of Bidashal spoke in answer, but Raven's eyes could not see him in the room. Perhaps he was sitting on a chair in a corner of the room, perhaps he was standing behind a curtain with only his feet to be seen -that would be funny, admittedly- or perhaps Raven simply needed to incline his head slightly to the side-
"I am not an owl, Henry," Raven whispered quietly. "Also, I am a giant Raven plopped down in front of the courtyard. Be thankful you even have a view."
I inwardly sighed. He was right, of course. "Apologies for always asking so much out of you, Raven," I murmured softly enough that only I could hear it. "Head rubs by the hundred?"
"Head rubs by the numbers, a love that I can't win," Raven muttered back, his eyes snapping up as the window of the cathedral's room opened from the inside, revealing Bidashal's form, his hair and ears hidden by a large hat as he stared out of it, straight into Raven's eyes who looked back, not a word exchanged between the two.
Princess Henrietta reached for the window a second later, staring at Raven's form standing there without a care in the world, the big black bird simply preening himself as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Next to him, more than a dozen of crows began to mimic him, or play with one another. Some even whistled as they began to shuffle their talons on the grass, looking elsewhere.
Truly, the poster picture of candid innocence.
"That's Prince Henry's familiar," Henrietta spoke, this time loud enough that Raven's ears picked it up with ease. "Wherever it goes, murders of crows aren't usually far. I suppose I am late for my own wedding," she clasped her hands together in front of her chest. "Perhaps now the curse will be lifted," she quietly turned and left the window, Bidashal's eyes glancing at her retreating back just for a brief instant, before returning upon Raven's form.
Raven cawed, and flapped his wings.
Wanna fight? I came here to eat hearts and shank elves, and I'm all out of hearts.
I held back a snort. It wouldn't do to break into laughter inside the cathedral. There was a slight murmuring going on, admittedly. Even the Emperor was looking kind of torn between sending someone to look for his wayward future wife, and simply staying put there in wait. As a servant came in from outside though, such worries lessened. The nuptial hymns began to rise in the air, and as the gathered nobility of blood and wealth squared their shoulders and lifted their chins practically at the same time -or fanned themselves depending on circumstances- I resumed watching the proceedings with my own eyes.
Everything was going to be fine.
Louise, please do not faint as you recite whatever it is that you wrote on that parchment.
"On this holy day, filled with the blessing of the Gods, we welcome..." ah, a normal thing then, good. Normal is nice and happy-this will be a nice marriage ceremony then.
Excellent.
Ensure we get an audience with Bidashal, Raven.
There are a few things more important than presentation when it comes to a marriage ceremony, especially among nobles. One of such things is etiquette, another is proper form, a third one is personal hygiene -quite the sensational difference from a certain french King that bathed only thrice, and otherwise used thick perfumes- and finally...they are all meaningless because in Germania, marriages are an affair that is both an official state ceremony and a whorehouse party mixed together.
Emperor Albrecht stood by the altar of the main cathedral of Vindobona with a greedy, delighted look on his face. No doubts, he'd be shaking in his boots until the night of the wedding, and it was pretty obvious it wasn't going to end with just a kiss. A small part of me felt sad about it. It wasn't that Albrecht himself was an ugly man. He was older than Henrietta by a good dozen of years, sure, his hair was a firm reddish color, and his body was stocky.
I wouldn't have put it past him to yell Ours is the Fury, grab a warhammer and start drinking wine while whores flocked to him.
Yes, a horrible husband to have, or family member to be in the family with, but definitely a good friend to drink wine with if you got into his good graces.
But that would be after the marriage itself. Inside the church, one could not enter armed. Of course, this didn't mean one couldn't enter with his walking stick, which might just hide a blade inside, but that was a different story. So all of my men had to use walking sticks for that day. They were quite awkward with those, admittedly, but I was sure that if I got them to dance to the right rhythm I could put up a nice choreography of sorts.
Perhaps something with tip-tap?
Louise was wearing a pretty nice pink dress, a parchment in her hands that she was furiously rereading, trying to memorize lines upon lines of whatever sort of artistic drivel she had come up with to celebrate the marriage between the Emperor and the Princess, and it was clear she would rather die than embarrass herself. Agnes was in attendance, silently standing behind a quite cross Eleonore -chosen by all the family to represent the Valliere, and mostly because even though Louise was the Explosive, nobody crossed the Iron Lady and lived to tell the tale.
Well, nobody but me, but I was an unfair bastard.
Raven's vision subtly shared itself with me, and it showed the figure of a fretting Henrietta clad in a beautiful white wedding dress that was walking back and forth in a room nearby, connected to the main ceremonial altar by a long hallway of richly decorated walls with beautifully painted depictions of Gods fighting, elves dying, and all that good stuff that makes you think that yes, indeed, your religion is going to totally wreck everyone else's.
He was standing in the courtyard, using an air spell known as Distant Vision on his eyes to gaze at the correct window. For the hearing, he had a few crows take turns listening on by the window, flap down to report to him, and then return back up. It was ingenious, but then again my cuddly, wubbly, fluffy Raven was the smartest crow there ever was!
"Lord Bidashal," Henrietta spoke, and my fingers tightened around the handle of my walking stick. "You shouldn't have come all this way. I will keep my promise-"
"It seems unfair, since I could not keep mine," the calm voice of Bidashal spoke in answer, but Raven's eyes could not see him in the room. Perhaps he was sitting on a chair in a corner of the room, perhaps he was standing behind a curtain with only his feet to be seen -that would be funny, admittedly- or perhaps Raven simply needed to incline his head slightly to the side-
"I am not an owl, Henry," Raven whispered quietly. "Also, I am a giant Raven plopped down in front of the courtyard. Be thankful you even have a view."
I inwardly sighed. He was right, of course. "Apologies for always asking so much out of you, Raven," I murmured softly enough that only I could hear it. "Head rubs by the hundred?"
"Head rubs by the numbers, a love that I can't win," Raven muttered back, his eyes snapping up as the window of the cathedral's room opened from the inside, revealing Bidashal's form, his hair and ears hidden by a large hat as he stared out of it, straight into Raven's eyes who looked back, not a word exchanged between the two.
Princess Henrietta reached for the window a second later, staring at Raven's form standing there without a care in the world, the big black bird simply preening himself as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Next to him, more than a dozen of crows began to mimic him, or play with one another. Some even whistled as they began to shuffle their talons on the grass, looking elsewhere.
Truly, the poster picture of candid innocence.
"That's Prince Henry's familiar," Henrietta spoke, this time loud enough that Raven's ears picked it up with ease. "Wherever it goes, murders of crows aren't usually far. I suppose I am late for my own wedding," she clasped her hands together in front of her chest. "Perhaps now the curse will be lifted," she quietly turned and left the window, Bidashal's eyes glancing at her retreating back just for a brief instant, before returning upon Raven's form.
Raven cawed, and flapped his wings.
Wanna fight? I came here to eat hearts and shank elves, and I'm all out of hearts.
I held back a snort. It wouldn't do to break into laughter inside the cathedral. There was a slight murmuring going on, admittedly. Even the Emperor was looking kind of torn between sending someone to look for his wayward future wife, and simply staying put there in wait. As a servant came in from outside though, such worries lessened. The nuptial hymns began to rise in the air, and as the gathered nobility of blood and wealth squared their shoulders and lifted their chins practically at the same time -or fanned themselves depending on circumstances- I resumed watching the proceedings with my own eyes.
Everything was going to be fine.
Louise, please do not faint as you recite whatever it is that you wrote on that parchment.
"On this holy day, filled with the blessing of the Gods, we welcome..." ah, a normal thing then, good. Normal is nice and happy-this will be a nice marriage ceremony then.
Excellent.
Ensure we get an audience with Bidashal, Raven.
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AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
The elf did it!
globalwarmth
ruining the weather.
- Location
- Polar ice caps
with the knife, in the kitchen
numina
white knight princess
- Location
- under my Master's basement
Shank the bitch!
- Location
- Somewhere on the flat earth
Bidashal has to crash the wedding.
- Location
- England
So the Elf was Henrieta's, an old beggar must have walked passed and remarked how useful elves can be!
- Location
- Dodging chaos dragons in Limbo
Next chapter will be very interesting, thanks! Glad to see you are over your illness.
