[X] Give her room to fight. Assess her abilities and skill. If she is worthy of serving us, she will be given the option — after a convincing enough beatdown. If she won't surrender, well, we're a nigromant. We can have her anyways well past the end of her life. If she turns out to be unuseful, we can blast her soul into Stygia.
[X] Continue the conversation and say something to convince her. (0.8x, will lower if argument does not in keep with pride and self worth.)
-[X] "You doubt my strength for ignorance of my accomplishments. The churlish man in green and blue from the Protectorate acknowledged my strength, after I slew a four-eyed sea beast that had been attacking his realm."
Think about this analytically. We're not caring about her death, but give this a thought. How are we gonna get these people to be devoted to us if we just murder their god-protector? We can give her power and knowledge and keeping her life. It's, to me, the path of least resistance. We could kill her, but we only gain the antipathy of the people, especially after folding one of them.
I think you're completely missing our capabilities as a Death 4 Astra 4(?) Mage. The moment we decide she's a subordinate, she's ours body and soul.
Killing people has never stopped a fucking Ermor Pretender from recruiting them. We could slaughter everyone in this city and still get our Dominion up and running. The idea Killing people is inconvenient ignores the fact we were literally Omnicidal up until we wound up in Worm.
[X] Just kill her, move on with your day and finally lay claim to the damned city. (1x power, appeals to getting on with it.)
Make it humiliating and hope shattering, and break the peasants will so that they won't attempt rebellion. It is better to be feared than loved, if one cannot be both. and in this instance fear is easier and faster to establish than love. we can work on building that up after we take control.
[X] Continue the conversation and say something to convince her. (0.8x, will lower if argument does not in keep with pride and self worth.)
-[X] "You doubt my strength for ignorance of my accomplishments. The churlish man in green and blue from the Protectorate acknowledged my strength, after I slew a four-eyed sea beast that had been attacking his realm."
She can be potent source of information and your first general if handed carefully, and we need infromation.
[X] Continue the conversation and say something to convince her. (0.8x, will lower if argument does not in keep with pride and self worth.)
-[X] "You doubt my strength for ignorance of my accomplishments. The churlish man in green and blue from the Protectorate acknowledged my strength, after I slew a four-eyed sea beast that had been attacking his realm."
[X] Give her room to fight. Assess her abilities and skill. If she is worthy of serving us, she will be given the option — after a convincing enough beatdown. If she won't surrender, well, we're a nigromant. We can have her anyways well past the end of her life. If she turns out to be unuseful, we can blast her soul into Stygia.
Think about this analytically. We're not caring about her death, but give this a thought. How are we gonna get these people to be devoted to us if we just murder their god-protector? We can give her power and knowledge and keeping her life. It's, to me, the path of least resistance. We could kill her, but we only gain the antipathy of the people, especially after folding one of them.
Make it humiliating and hope shattering, and break the peasants will so that they won't attempt rebellion. It is better to be feared than loved, if one cannot be both. and in this instance fear is easier and faster to establish than love. we can work on building that up after we take control.
[X] Give her room to fight. Assess her abilities and skill. If she is worthy of serving us, she will be given the option — after a convincing enough beatdown. If she won't surrender, well, we're a nigromant. We can have her anyways well past the end of her life. If she turns out to be unuseful, we can blast her soul into Stygia.
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[X] Continue the conversation and say something to convince her. (0.8x, will lower if argument does not in keep with pride and self worth.)
-[X] "You doubt my strength for ignorance of my accomplishments. The churlish man in green and blue from the Protectorate acknowledged my strength, after I slew a four-eyed sea beast that had been attacking his realm."
[X] Give her room to fight. Assess her abilities and skill. If she is worthy of serving us, she will be given the option — after a convincing enough beatdown. If she won't surrender, well, we're a nigromant. We can have her anyways well past the end of her life. If she turns out to be unuseful, we can blast her soul into Stygia.
[X] Just kill her, move on with your day and finally lay claim to the damned city. (1x power, appeals to getting on with it.) -[X] Bonds of fire -[X] Drag her before an audience of her people, make sure all can see the cost of resistance -[X] Hand of Death
[X] Give her room to fight. Assess her abilities and skill. If she is worthy of serving us, she will be given the option — after a convincing enough beatdown. If she won't surrender, well, we're a nigromant. We can have her anyways well past the end of her life. If she turns out to be unuseful, we can blast her soul into Stygia.
Enough is enough, as you stare at the woman, so confident, so assured in her superiority—a weakness you've exploited a thousand times before. Magic screams down your bones in that instant travel of entropy. Stunningly, her eyes widen in a moment of reaction, body swinging into instinctual motion like a trained warrior.
She moves faster than your magic comes together, edges turning to fractured energy as she moves at speed, jolting away and taking her own attack towards you. Radiant solar energy forms in her hands and screams at the rate of light towards you. Damn.
It's a test of reflex, prediction and hoping that there is no explosion from the bolt. Your body rolls around it, having begun moving long before it was fired, the ray burning away the left shoulder of your robe, but nothing is done to the bone beneath. You respond at the pace gifted to you by the air, slamming a limb forward with wind currents as shadowy energies leap forth from it, seeking life with the thirsty energy of a murderer.
Yet the woman is skilled, impressively so. Rolling around the pulsing death in mid-air it sails off until its energy disperses, poisoning the nearby patch of sky. She immediately sails into a depressingly physical counterattack, tackling you. Setting your stance, you receive it solidly as she attempts to drive you into the ground with velocity.
Instead, her surprise is rather the fact that you are much stronger than her. "Silly girl." As you inset your grip, squeezing brutally on her forearms, "Your parents never told you?" A wry tone of voice escapes you, finding the situation eternally amusing every time it takes place, despite the look of abject horror on her face.
Her skin peels as dread words leave your lips, twisting shadowy and violent to reach out and snuff her out with dark magic. Power flows free from your fingers, power she is ill-equipped to stop after you slam her down hard onto the ground, stunning her with the pain. Dark magic flows freely and enters her through your hands.
She grows limp, letting out a heavy breath as life is burnt out without noise. And with that, another hero dies ignobly. Removing your grip, you glare down at the corpse. "You shouldn't touch the dead." Finishing the parable that always tickles you to say, you spin suddenly on a heel and go towards your great city.
"Do you see, Skitter?" You ask the girl as she reacquires her wits. "See what, exactly?" Is her surprisingly steady response, good.
Waving one arm freely forward, to encompass the horizon. "All that is mine! And by extension." Turning your skeletal head towards her, staring with a truly focused intent, "Yours, should you choose to continue service." The final test for now. Is her stomach ready for violence? For war on a scale she can't fathom?
Likely not, but there's always a foundation to build up and from the way her shoulders set, her body settles into something resembling acceptance and she says "Yes." Excellent.
Now, to go towards that administrative-looking building in the distance.
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Striding forth there is a blockade of military men, from their straight backs and seemingly steady handling of those weapons that are preferred in these sorts of worlds. They point them at you, but it is a simple matter to call upon the underworld and break their minds with fear. The tiny pinprick portal opens and through it spreads dread, staining the air black and making soldiers cut and run unable to take its caress.
As the blockade shatters, you enter the building hoping for a simple monarchy to bend to your will. Your stride is unstoppable, guards in the interior are simply thrown aside and eventually stop coming. Disappointing, the military is disloyal.
All of this until you kick the doors open to a grand room, a convocation of politicians and demagogues in a symposium of sorts. Dear gods, it's a democracy. Getting the annoyance out of your head, it is time for a simple ultimatum.
"This land serves the Nameless, and all souls within it must bow." A crushing demand brings low the enemies of your will, they look at one another, afraid. A central figure musters courage and stands up. Preparing to say something that likely sounds similar to a rallying cry.
You glare at him with starlit eyes instead, and his mind burns out with the Astral pressure of such a thing. Falling over instantly dead, the rest are terrified and accede, eventually bowing to your might.
Skitter lurks behind you, a shadow, nervous to be in the light. "Observe Skitter, the frailty of mortals in power. Clinging desperately to the shadows of politics, hoping the world does not rip away their curtain of authority." She seems to be listening intently, as if she already believed these things.
Casting your gaze once again over the subservient spokespeople, you sigh to yourself. This is going to be a headache.
Consolidation method.
[X] Simple, direct and effective. Pick members of the military as your lords, carve up the country into somewhat even chunks, hand it to them and figure out the logistics of conquest later.
[X] Even simpler, take executive control. Terrify everyone into obedience and rule directly from…wherever you are.
[X] Something else?
-[x] Create a sentient necromantic/astral construct which is imbued with your authority to be the executive and administrative head, while you spend time on investigating the new world, establishing your laboratory and so on.
My offhand knowledge of Dominions lore isn't enough to say if we can do this per a spell list, but it seems in the right ballpark for our magic skills.
-[x] Create a sentient necromantic/astral construct which is imbued with your authority to be the executive and administrative head, while you spend time on investigating the new world, establishing your laboratory and so on.
