Respect Your Elders v2 - Galactic Boogaloo [Warhammer Lizardmen Quest]
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From what I remember, that's a whole 'nother line of research so I don't think it's in the card if we want to get started on a god immediately.
Also I'm not entirely seeing how you're connecting the afterlife and architecture? Do you mind expanding on what you're thinking there?
Well personally 'Rest' doesn't seem to fit conceptually with what the Lizardmen would want out out of an afterlife/god of death. Something more active seems better appropriate; there will almost inevitably some thematic elements of 'rest' in there but as a foundational concept for the god it doesn't feel quite right to me.
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Mortal ascending to diety? Yeah it is. But then again, everyone rushing for the Death God is kinda... Why to me? Xan already said that those who die in the Geomantic Web are safe so... I'm not seeing the rush? Unless it's specifically for the Toads and their entourages that are out in the stars?
I think my thought process has equated founding a city and building an afterlife.
The god/architect goes into dangerous place. (Warp/Jungle) And let's face it both these places are dangerous. Even Lustria was dangerous and not just because the Lizardmen made it that way.
And then the god/architect builds something to make it safer. Never fully safe, not on their own, Chaos and many mysterious things lay out there. But there is now something that provides a shelter, and more a place to resupply, to rearm, to heal, to prepare.
And as long as it is properly maintained, it will be much more difficult to assault than it will be for the same number to defend. Never impossible, for it never does well to underestimate Chaos, but the price will be steep.
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My thinking is sort of two-fold; one, any benefits we might get from an afterlife that have to do with the afterlife (summoned spirits of dead warriors, resurrection, etc) are only going to apply to Lizardmen souls that have died since the afterlife existed. So having a god of the dead being our first god maximizes the benefit from that end. Two, though, is that we're going to be entering a fairly violent period soon once circumstances force us to start fighting the Orks openly and if we're fighting a defense war then we're losing so a lot of our losses are going to occur away from the Web; this is I think going to be true a lot of them time in general.
Those are my reasons for wanting a god of the dead/death first; I don't think it's necessarily urgent, but I think it tips the balance enough to be a better option than anything else at the moment.
The two concepts still seem fairly disconnected to me. What I mean is that i'm having a bit of difficulty imagining how say a skink invoking the god for the purposes of architecture is going to incorporate the death aspects, or vice versa. From what you're describing, something like 'Death/Protection' sounds more appropriate than 'Architecture'. Or maybe 'Death/Order'.
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I'd honestly say that in what I'm proposing, I'm intenting Architecture would be the Domain in the current set up. And looking back through how Xan describes it, Domain is roughly their core concept. Sotek is the Serpent war god. He does things as a snake would do them. This god I'm proposing would respond to a problem the way an architect would. No solution? "I'll build one." No tools? "I'll make them." Magic, Warp, and the Materium? "I know how what I make affects and is effected by those things."
Death would probably be closer to the Purview. It's what this god would be focused on. Either guarding those who are dead, or making something to stop death from taking more than the absolute minimum. How? They build a way.
As for Category being either Order or Protection... Meh? Don't care about that as much. There are probably important distinctions, as Order would be possibly more gungho about going out there and sticking it in Chaos' behind, make the world and Warp closer to the Old Ones' design while Protection would be a more defensive, shore up what we already have thing I think? But I'm not Xan so... Speculation.
Does that make more sense?
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That basically gives half of what has most often been brought up as desirable. Security for the dead. But thematically it sounds like a pain in the ass to get any of the dead out of what is essentially a pit and they wouldn't be spending their time training or fighting in the warp.
Which is a bit of a damper because we're the Magical Bullshit faction and being able to easily res our minions is Peak Magical Bullshit.
Isn't Krok technically dead at the moment? And if we make a death good what would happen to the slann that are tied to their remains?
Actuall would it be possible to create a god of souls instead of a pure god of death. Something along the lines of soul/protection/rejuvination or something similar?
Actuall would it be possible to create a god of souls instead of a pure god of death. Something along the lines of soul/protection/rejuvination or something similar?
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Nothing. Since Slann don't worship the gods we make, and because said gods are essentially under their control nothing should happen to the Relic Priests.
Yes we could but its also kinda not what we want at all. We need a death god specifically in order to generate an afterlife and a god of souls/protection/rejuvination doesn't have death in there. It'd be a great healer god though.
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Thanks for clearing up what you meant, it definitely make a lot more sense now. Not sure I buy into the concept, but that's more down to subjective interpretation of 'Architect' than a problem with the overall idea itself; I supposed I'd use 'Builder/Building' instead of 'Architect' just to make it a bit more active, but I think that's probably quibbling.
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Lizard man theme music.
Xantalos
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I completely forgot to say anything about this, but yeah it's a pretty solid overview of the lore I used to build my interpretation of the various gods and such from.
Been listening to this while writing the update, it's good stuff.
Oh, something related that I just found:
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I learned three things while watching that video:
1. It does not matter if a Skink Priest is a boy, girl, or genderless, they are adorbs.
2. I am tearing my hair out over whether Solar Engines count as Assault Guns or Tank Destroyers.
3. There's a reason Skinks run the Lizardmen Empire when the Old Toads are snoozing: They're still killier than Saurus.
Xantalos
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1. Best breed
2. Given that in this game they're more like sustained fire lasers that only pause when their harnesses overheat, I'd say ... kinda both?
3. Oh, it's even more than just that. To take various psyker population figures into account, roughly 1 per 1 billion humans is psychically sensitive enough to be considered an effective combat psyker. Or something along those lines, at least, really high ratio of unpowered to powered individuals. Yours, if we consider skink priests, is somewhere closer to 1 per 1000 right now. The lightning bolt spam is real.
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Omake: Oldblood's Eyes
Exetl pulled every bit of nerve that he had been gifted by the Old Ones as he waited to be called in by the Warrior. Exetl was not a particularly Old Saurus, though he had age enough to remember Lustria. This world might be home now, but he would never forget the world on which he spawned. The parasite and the local fauna it brought forth could never compare to the devastation and power that had been present under Chaos' fell worshippers--fools the lot of them--the demons that commanded them, the careful cunning the Skaven used to bolster their inherent fear and lack of... Nearly any other positive attributes, or even the other Warmblood races who did not understand that when they were told not to touch something... That meant they should NEVER TOUCH IT. Then again... They were Warmbloods. But compared to them... The parasite was... Predicatable in it's animal nature, and its traps simplistic compared to what had been faced before. Exetl couldn't think of any error that he had committed that would require correction by the Warrior, but the Warrior was also Oldblood. Exetl's experience was likely too limited to realize the error. And with the Greenskins having shown themselves on this world... And with technology that they had never before displayed... Errors could not be tolerated.
That didn't mean that it would be enjoyable or satisfying to be corrected. And the fullest attentions of an Oldblood could only spell pain in his immediate future.
There was a slip-hiss of a breeze and a dull thump of a tail making contact with the ground and a rasp of a command that promised pain should it not be followed immediately, "Enter, Dripping-Water." The title stung, it had been more than eight decades since the spawning water had fallen from his scales, but as compared to the Warrior... He might as well be struggling out of the pool. He walked in fast enough to be obedient, but slow enough to not seem to scurry. Saurus did not scurry. They charged, withdrawaled, or retreated all on orders, but they did not flee. They did not give in to fear.
Forcing that thought into the forefront of his mind was all Exetl could do as he offered himself to his superior's scrutinizations. The Oldblood rapped the butt of his weapon against the paving stones as he stalked the younger Saurus, cataloging every motion and every stillness. "In the last contact with the parasite, you advanced the right flank." It was not a question, it was not yet rebuke. It was simple fact.
"Yes, warleader."
"Explain your reasoning, Dripping-Water." There was the command. Though he had not yet been called a Warmblood. Perhaps because it had worked out?
"It was... A surety, warleader," Exetl began. "I felt as if I knew that it would be the correct decision. As if I knew that at our current position things had been... less favorable. The parasite had been working towards the gap left there to funnel them into a more predictable pattern. The... Confidence I felt was that if we plugged the false gap when we did, it would strengthen the position while also not allowing the Parasite easy escape. While we would have been victorious either way, the confidence I felt told me, that it would be more advantageous to act." It sounded so warmblooded now. Exetl could not even call it knowledge before the Warrior, knowing that such a title would be ripped to shreds. Exetl had acted without orders, that was the simple of it.
"And how far did that Surety, that confidence of yours, take you?" the Warrior hissed, the older massive form still stalking the younger. "To the next action? To the end of the battle? To now?"
It had most definitely not taken Exetl to now. If it had, a different action would have been chosen. "I am less sure now," was all that could be answered. "At the time most definitely to the next action. Beyond that, it was dirt in the river."
The older Saurus snorted, and Exetl had to fight the image of flame being expelled. "And did this surety show you alternate outcomes? How if the parasite had held back a massive beast or a mass of smaller bodieshow it would rip into your company and the entire formation?"
"No, warleader," Exetl answered. "I had not been concerned of the possibility of such, as it does not seem the parasite is currently capable of such plans."
"It only seems as such until it proves otherwise," the Oldblood snapped. "With only a single host form that is capable of such plans is it capable of those actions. And we might not know when they are taken. Do not assume too little of your foe."
"It is as you say, warleader," Exetl agreed. "Overconfidence will only end in tragedy."
"Still, it does not do well to overestimate the foe. Nor to leave an opportunity that could be seized with due caution," the Older Saurus stated, finally backing down slightly. "And it is good to see your spawning is beginning to see with the eyes of experience..." There was a throaty chuckle. "Even if it is only one future and the immediate."
Exetl's heart skipped a beat. "Warleader?"
The smile on the older Saurus's maw was two parts happy, nine parts predatory. "You have not wondered, if your elders might see similarly? Even though we have no magic, and their intellect is unknowable to those as we; there are still areas which the Slann will defer to us. To say nothing of the Skink Priest mages when we make combat. It is not true future-sight, again we have no magic. But you will find your elders can see what will likely happen based on what they know. The older the Saurus, the longer and more the different outcomes in the vision. Those who have lead can also see wider than their own fate. There will come a day when more generals will be needed. Hopefully, by that time I will have you able to see three outcomes ten minutes in advance." Exetl blinked. "Report to me in the morning. I will be calling in some Scar-veterans, skinks and Kroxigor to run you through what our forces can do. We will also be examining our records for the Demon Spawn, the Greenskins, the Rats, then the Elves, Men, and other warmbloods."
Exetl's future promised pain; Mental, physical, and emotional. By should those be overcome... A chance perhaps at greatness.
Exetl pulled every bit of nerve that he had been gifted by the Old Ones as he waited to be called in by the Warrior. Exetl was not a particularly Old Saurus, though he had age enough to remember Lustria. This world might be home now, but he would never forget the world on which he spawned. The parasite and the local fauna it brought forth could never compare to the devastation and power that had been present under Chaos' fell worshippers--fools the lot of them--the demons that commanded them, the careful cunning the Skaven used to bolster their inherent fear and lack of... Nearly any other positive attributes, or even the other Warmblood races who did not understand that when they were told not to touch something... That meant they should NEVER TOUCH IT. Then again... They were Warmbloods. But compared to them... The parasite was... Predicatable in it's animal nature, and its traps simplistic compared to what had been faced before. Exetl couldn't think of any error that he had committed that would require correction by the Warrior, but the Warrior was also Oldblood. Exetl's experience was likely too limited to realize the error. And with the Greenskins having shown themselves on this world... And with technology that they had never before displayed... Errors could not be tolerated.
That didn't mean that it would be enjoyable or satisfying to be corrected. And the fullest attentions of an Oldblood could only spell pain in his immediate future.
There was a slip-hiss of a breeze and a dull thump of a tail making contact with the ground and a rasp of a command that promised pain should it not be followed immediately, "Enter, Dripping-Water." The title stung, it had been more than eight decades since the spawning water had fallen from his scales, but as compared to the Warrior... He might as well be struggling out of the pool. He walked in fast enough to be obedient, but slow enough to not seem to scurry. Saurus did not scurry. They charged, withdrawaled, or retreated all on orders, but they did not flee. They did not give in to fear.
Forcing that thought into the forefront of his mind was all Exetl could do as he offered himself to his superior's scrutinizations. The Oldblood rapped the butt of his weapon against the paving stones as he stalked the younger Saurus, cataloging every motion and every stillness. "In the last contact with the parasite, you advanced the right flank." It was not a question, it was not yet rebuke. It was simple fact.
"Yes, warleader."
"Explain your reasoning, Dripping-Water." There was the command. Though he had not yet been called a Warmblood. Perhaps because it had worked out?
"It was... A surety, warleader," Exetl began. "I felt as if I knew that it would be the correct decision. As if I knew that at our current position things had been... less favorable. The parasite had been working towards the gap left there to funnel them into a more predictable pattern. The... Confidence I felt was that if we plugged the false gap when we did, it would strengthen the position while also not allowing the Parasite easy escape. While we would have been victorious either way, the confidence I felt told me, that it would be more advantageous to act." It sounded so warmblooded now. Exetl could not even call it knowledge before the Warrior, knowing that such a title would be ripped to shreds. Exetl had acted without orders, that was the simple of it.
"And how far did that Surety, that confidence of yours, take you?" the Warrior hissed, the older massive form still stalking the younger. "To the next action? To the end of the battle? To now?"
It had most definitely not taken Exetl to now. If it had, a different action would have been chosen. "I am less sure now," was all that could be answered. "At the time most definitely to the next action. Beyond that, it was dirt in the river."
The older Saurus snorted, and Exetl had to fight the image of flame being expelled. "And did this surety show you alternate outcomes? How if the parasite had held back a massive beast or a mass of smaller bodieshow it would rip into your company and the entire formation?"
"No, warleader," Exetl answered. "I had not been concerned of the possibility of such, as it does not seem the parasite is currently capable of such plans."
"It only seems as such until it proves otherwise," the Oldblood snapped. "With only a single host form that is capable of such plans is it capable of those actions. And we might not know when they are taken. Do not assume too little of your foe."
"It is as you say, warleader," Exetl agreed. "Overconfidence will only end in tragedy."
"Still, it does not do well to overestimate the foe. Nor to leave an opportunity that could be seized with due caution," the Older Saurus stated, finally backing down slightly. "And it is good to see your spawning is beginning to see with the eyes of experience..." There was a throaty chuckle. "Even if it is only one future and the immediate."
Exetl's heart skipped a beat. "Warleader?"
The smile on the older Saurus's maw was two parts happy, nine parts predatory. "You have not wondered, if your elders might see similarly? Even though we have no magic, and their intellect is unknowable to those as we; there are still areas which the Slann will defer to us. To say nothing of the Skink Priest mages when we make combat. It is not true future-sight, again we have no magic. But you will find your elders can see what will likely happen based on what they know. The older the Saurus, the longer and more the different outcomes in the vision. Those who have lead can also see wider than their own fate. There will come a day when more generals will be needed. Hopefully, by that time I will have you able to see three outcomes ten minutes in advance." Exetl blinked. "Report to me in the morning. I will be calling in some Scar-veterans, skinks and Kroxigor to run you through what our forces can do. We will also be examining our records for the Demon Spawn, the Greenskins, the Rats, then the Elves, Men, and other warmbloods."
Exetl's future promised pain; Mental, physical, and emotional. By should those be overcome... A chance perhaps at greatness.
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Camo skinks that can fly would be cool and useful.
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I wonder do these Tau have a genocidal specist warp god in this setting?
I'm pretty sure the tau are far too close to warp-neutral in this setting to have their own warp god-or at least, not one of any particular note.
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Specialization. As your omake notes, saurus have a preternatural sense of how to engage in warfare that increases in potency as they get older and more experienced. The conclusions they jump to aren't always explainable by logic, but they're right. Having them focus on doing magic as well would dilute the development of this supernatural sense, and thus wouldn't have much of a point, especially when you have both skink priests and the slann around to do magic better than saurus likely could in the first place.
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Hey im a new addition to the quest, i just made an account to voice my theory.
You know that strange gem that the ork warboss had as a necklace before he died?
What if its actually an Eldar spirit stone? Think about it right, it has the appearance of a gem and is incredibly bright in the immaterium (similar to a filled spirit stone)
This would mean 3 things.
1. The fall of the Eldar has happened
2. The Eldar are not going to be happy with us being in posession of a spirit stone
3. (Slightly evil route) We can interrogate the spirit to learn more about its technology and/or means of persuading the backstabbing knife ears
You know that strange gem that the ork warboss had as a necklace before he died?
What if its actually an Eldar spirit stone? Think about it right, it has the appearance of a gem and is incredibly bright in the immaterium (similar to a filled spirit stone)
This would mean 3 things.
1. The fall of the Eldar has happened
2. The Eldar are not going to be happy with us being in posession of a spirit stone
3. (Slightly evil route) We can interrogate the spirit to learn more about its technology and/or means of persuading the backstabbing knife ears
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Xantalos
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This is an incredibly flattering thing to have happen, so my thanks for the ego boost. The theory itself, as with most spoilery territory, I've gotta stay mum about.
I can say that I'm roughly 4000 words deep into the update, however. 1/4 done, I suppose we'll see how far it ends up stretching out.
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Ah....I wasn't mentioning it cause I didn't think you'd start on the update until Skaven Quests update was finished, but do you want us to vote in the new city name, or do you want to make one up this time?