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Respect Your Elders v2 - Galactic Boogaloo [Warhammer Lizardmen Quest]

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Xantalos said:
I watched your progression through the thread, glad it implored you to binge it so quickly :p
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Hey xantalos, while you're here, I got a few questions
1. Seeing as slann can create gods, and daemonhosts, slann possessions, and the ayacmanic are a thing, is it possible to create and bind minor elementals/incarnates/really low power gods in huge numbers to the base lizardmen to empower them? In this case, the spirits bound would be barely sentient
2. Since we can spawn dinosaurs now, and create and modify the lizardmen, would it be possible for us to create new breeds of dinosaur?
3. We have prototype guns that can be fired, as well as solar engines that we use to shoot gigantic lasers. Could we miniaturize a solar engine and put it into our guns to create laser guns?
 
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Those Left Behind 1: Empire - ??? - Admiral Kol
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    • I really enjoyed reading through this quest. I only found one thing that disappointed me, I couldn't really see anyone touching on what happened to the world for the other races. So I decided to write something about it myself. It's not the highest quality, but I've really enjoyed writing this and planning out others for other factions. I've tried to slot it into the events currently happening in late 2524 for those of you following along. It's not perfect (because the quest has changed some things) but since one of the cities the Lizardmen escaped with were destroyed by skaven shortly after that time, I'm going with this part of the timeline.

    Those left behind: Empire 1

    T-15 minutes to deliverance
    Ostmark, Alderfen
    Elector Count Wolfram Hertwig, Chancellor of the League of Ostermark and Prince of Bechafen

    "MEN OF THE EMPIRE! HEAD ME!" Shouting with all his might, Hertwig drew the attention of the forces that had rallied to push back the tides of Chaos. The Bastion may be an outstanding feat of magic but impregnable it was not and only with the strength of men would it withstand the assault.

    The Elector Count would have preferred to stay with his men fighting at the breach, but Siegfried was right when he insisted they retreat. These men would need a strong leader to rally them to fight with their all, as his own forces are no doubt doing at this very moment. But they would not rally behind him without encouragement, for he could see the fear in their eyes and in their hearts.

    "The enemy assaults our lands. They wish for our children to be slaughtered, our wives defiled, our homes burnt and our lands corrupted. They are determined to see our might Empire fall and will not stop until every one of us is dead."
    'Funnily enough, they don't look all that reassured Wolfram' he thinks to himself smirking. 'Perhaps the next part will assuage their fears'.

    "But this is not the first time our greatest foes have attempted such an act. But a few years previous, Chaos tried to take all that we held dear, and we PUSHED. THEM. BACK. The great war against Chaos was won by the strength of the Empire under Magnus the Pious. Sigmar himself has fought and beaten any champion Chaos ever sent against him! Now they try once more, and once more we shall send them BACK TO THEIR GODS IN PIECES!"

    Shuffling feet had settled, as iron started to settle in their eyes and their spines. There are some who say that the End Times are upon us, but Hertwig knew that with men of courage such as this Chaos would have to try much harder to sully the old world. Spying the enemy advancing towards the hill, he knew it was about time to fight.

    "MEN OF THE EMPIRE! We will not fail this day, for as our ancestors once removed this filth from our lands, so to shall we purge their vile ways."

    Raising Troll Cleaver high, The Elector Count cried out "SIGMAR!"
    Answering was a mighty cry from loyal sons of the empire, men from his own Ostermark, from Ostland and Wissenland and others still. Even those from Talabecland had answered the call.

    Again he cried "ULRIC!" and a cry less populous, but no less fanatical rose up from the men from Middenland and Nordland.

    Lowering his runefang down to point towards the advancing horde, he cries out "In the name of the Empire, CHARGE!"
    Like a tide of death the men of the empire surged forward down the hill, Hertwig among them. Normally atop his now deceased griffon, it was an unusual experience to be at the same height as his forces instead of clearly seeing over them. He missed that ruddy chicken.
    But then battle was joined, and their was no more time for thoughts of loss.

    Fighting with a ferocity that few could match, Hertwig found himself punching clean through the lines of Chaos, leaving a trail of dead at his wake. He vaguely noticed he had left most of his forces behind, only a small group of Middenlanders keeping up in the name of Ulric.

    Then suddenly an almighty scream arose from the more tainted and demonic forces arrayed against him, as a bright light burst into the sky. Risking a glance up, Hertwig saw Morrslieb, hanging lower and lower these last few months, shattered in twain and a star of brilliant white in the path of its pieces. All around him stopped to stare as a brilliant technicolor pyramid formed upon the star, and as it glowed the Chaos moon's own radiance began to fade.

    Screaming again, this time in denial, daemons started dispersing into the warp, to where he knew not. However that was the signal for battle to resume and once more death was dealt by both sides. Spotting a plague champion that had been distracted by the events, the Elector Count started fighting towards what was undoubtedly one of the leaders of this vile force. Returning to the battle the champion started to make his way towards him, cleaving a couple of the Middenlanders in half with his axe when they got too close.

    His axe swung with deceptive speed towards the Chancellor, but ready for his presence Hertwig ducked under the blow, returning the favour with a deep stab to his exposed gut. However he was too slow to dodge a second time, the champions axe biting deep into his shoulder straight through his armour.

    Crying out in agony even as he withdrew his blade, he thrust again, this time for the throat of the vile commander and found his mark. Ancient blade tore through the flesh like it was air, coming out the back of his neck and decapitating him.

    With a squelch he pulled the runefang free. 'Perhaps I need to rename it Chaos Cleaver' he thought morbidly to himself. As he was about to fight to his way towards allied lines a deep thrum that he wasn't even aware of reached its crescendo. And at it's center, he heard one word. DELIVERANCE.

    And with that utterance, every soldier of Chaos BURNED. Not with any normal fire, but instead appearing as if the fire was made of their own selves, vaporizing into the winds of magic. And within moments no living chaos warrior was left, all who were alive now culled husks. And so, with one arm near ruined, the Elector Count of Ostermark sheathed his runefang and welcomed the sweet relief of unconsciousness.
     
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    • Kaboomatic said:
    Hey xantalos, while you're here, I got a few questions
    1. Seeing as slann can create gods, and daemonhosts, slann possessions, and the ayacmanic are a thing, is it possible to create and bind minor elementals/incarnates/really low power gods in huge numbers to the base lizardmen to empower them? In this case, the spirits bound would be barely sentient
    2. Since we can spawn dinosaurs now, and create and modify the lizardmen, would it be possible for us to create new breeds of dinosaur?
    3. We have prototype guns that can be fired, as well as solar engines that we use to shoot gigantic lasers. Could we miniaturize a solar engine and put it into our guns to create laser guns?
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    1. Mayhaps but you'd need to make sure they're all purified and properly designed, so to do that on a wide scale would take ... it'll be later in the game.
    2. Don't see why not - the products of them would end up more potent than dinos you find in the jungle, but it'd also cost more to design them than just searching them up.
    3. Also yes, though something like that is a pretty high-chance find in the Relic Vaults, so it may be cheaper just to look down in those some more.

    @Admiral Kol, hella cool omake there. I don't have the course of events during the End Times too planned out, because otherwise it'd have done what From A Dead World did and turned into a quest of its own, so just as long as the events of the prologue aren't contradicted I'm cool with it. Or ask me if you're unsure. In any case, that was nice to read!

    Ancient Scholar said:
    I had already read the first few chapters.

    I have a question though, why did people vote to assassinate the Warphead when a Slaan could have just popped his head easily?
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    Don't intend to speak for the thread, but the slann are your only source of research. Any slann that's not doing something related to that is a slann that's not working towards advancing your tech base and people, so if you do end up committing slann support to something else it'd best be important. This is why you'd only see slann defending really important sites and such in canon, and even then only sent out one or two at a time - anything else was likely overkill for those scenarios, and thus inefficient.
     
    Xantalos said:
    1. Mayhaps but you'd need to make sure they're all purified and properly designed, so to do that on a wide scale would take ... it'll be later in the game.
    2. Don't see why not - the products of them would end up more potent than dinos you find in the jungle, but it'd also cost more to design them than just searching them up.
    3. Also yes, though something like that is a pretty high-chance find in the Relic Vaults, so it may be cheaper just to look down in those some more.

    @Admiral Kol, hella cool omake there. I don't have the course of events during the End Times too planned out, because otherwise it'd have done what From A Dead World did and turned into a quest of its own, so just as long as the events of the prologue aren't contradicted I'm cool with it. Or ask me if you're unsure. In any case, that was nice to read!


    Don't intend to speak for the thread, but the slann are your only source of research. Any slann that's not doing something related to that is a slann that's not working towards advancing your tech base and people, so if you do end up committing slann support to something else it'd best be important. This is why you'd only see slann defending really important sites and such in canon, and even then only sent out one or two at a time - anything else was likely overkill for those scenarios, and thus inefficient.
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    Thank you for the answers

    Also
    Would it be possible to bind these elementals to weapons to enhance their effects?
    Kinda like machine spirits but not really
     
    How long have we come on the spawning pools for Slann if at all? Don't recall if the plan consensus were to start research it after freeing all the Slann from the Daemon.
     
    He Who Would Burn The World - Darik29
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    • Well, if we're looking at things left behind in the old world, I have an idea I've been sitting on.

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    He Who Would Burn The World

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    It wasn't a mountain anymore. More of a small hill, really. And at its summit, the man once known as Diederick Kastner knelt.

    He had felt it as the chains binding his soul had been burned free. He'd seen it with the Crown and the Eye, as the frog men of Lustria had come and sought to burn away the control of Chaos on his soul, and he'd seen them as they'd fallen back, terrified at his next step.

    He'd had a front seat to what happened next, as he took up the full mantle of Everchosen, and the Gods were struck down.

    It hadn't been quiet, oh no. Entire armies of demons had risen from the land below, flying in great numbers south to destroy the armies of Order in this, the End of Times. He'd felt such power, as his mantle became complete and he truly held the power of Omniscience in his hands.

    And he had seen quite clearly, as Chaos was banished forever.

    His body ached, as it had not since his time as a mortal. His strength, his size, his weapons and armor, it was all gone. Burned to dust and ashes in the light of Deliverance.

    And yet, even though all else around him had been struck down, he alone remained. Frail, mortal, and Human.

    And for the first time in so many years, Diederick didn't know what to do.

    As a Knight Templar, he had done many great and terrible things, all in the name of Sigmar and the Empire. When he'd had the truth revealed to him, and turned against his fellow man, he'd followed the will of the Gods of Chaos and had become there Champion. He had seen with the Crown the shape of the future to come, how his legions would ride down and burn the world of man to ash and cinders.

    But all of that was gone, now. All gone.

    As he looked to the horizon, Diederick saw a world changed. Where before he had been atop a mountain peak, deep within the Chaos Wastes, now he stood atop a hill in a snowy plain. In the distance to the south, he could make out a forest with a mountain range further south.

    To the west, he could see a river, and to the East was nothing but more snowy plains.

    And to the north, he saw a light, already fading.

    He could see all of this, and for the first time in more years than he could count he did not have Daemons in his mind, telling him where to go. He did not have the will of the Gods guiding him. He didn't even have more than the rags on his back, what little there were.

    As he sat there, contemplating his course, he heard sounds coming from the base of the hill.

    Looking down, Diederick was surprised to see a horse there at the base of the hill. A familiar horse, though changed.

    Drhogar his faithful steed stood placidly at the base of the hill, no longer a creature of chaos. Now he was merely a horse, like Diederick was merely a man.

    Stumbling down the hill, the man once known as Diederick Kastner walked away from the last vestiges of his life as Archaon the Everchosen. He'd abandoned his first name long ago, and the Gods of Chaos had proven once and for all that they were unworthy of anything but pity and scorn.

    Standing now at the base of the hill, his one true companion beside him, the man with no name realized he didn't actually have a plan on where to go, or what to do. He had nothing and no one, his horde destroyed alongside Chaos.

    He was free. Free.

    Climbing onto his horse, he gave a slight whistle and Drhogar dutifully began to walk.

    He didn't know where he would go from here. And he had no idea what he would do next.

    But for the first time in a very, very long time the nameless man felt a smile on his lips, even as tears left his eyes.

    Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to know what came next.

    That it came next at all was knowing enough.
     
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    • Kaboomatic said:
    Thank you for the answers

    Also
    Would it be possible to bind these elementals to weapons to enhance their effects?
    Kinda like machine spirits but not really
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    Possible, yeah. Though it wouldn't be a thing you could effectively do to widespread infantry stuff except in the lategame, moreso your artifact weapons and the like.

    Aramis said:
    I think binding one of the winds of magic would be a better idea rather than an elemental, especially considering what Xantalos said about efficiency.
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    Enhancing your stuff with the winds of magic is definitely easier, and it'll be the main thing that differentiates a lot of your weaponry and tech from others. Not many other factions can legitimately claim to be powered by magic in the way you guys will be. Maybe orks, chaos, and craftworld eldar to a lesser extent.

    Fehu said:
    How long have we come on the spawning pools for Slann if at all? Don't recall if the plan consensus were to start research it after freeing all the Slann from the Daemon.
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    Hasn't been started yet - slann spawning requires multiple Impossible-level projects to unlock, so it's gonna take you a while. Understandably worth it though.

    ...that's actually really cool, @Darik29. I hadn't given much thought to what could've become of Archaon after the Deliverance, but that fits pretty well. Nicely written, too.
     
    Winds of magic enhanced weapons sounds epic.
    Beast wind qatars
    Rejuvinating armour.
    Celestial Combat precog targeting software.
    Ulgu cloaks
    Chamon shape shifting tower shields
    Shysh based life sensors.
    Ashqy fire grenades.
     
    Always Late said:
    Oh good, he can blend in and be a normal person now. And totally not re-damn himself to go fuck us over because we kinda screwed up his destiny/
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    Why would he bother?

    The Chaos gods were just defeated, completely and utterly. With the completed Crown atop his head, Archaon witnessed as the Gods themselves, the so called rulers of the cosmos, were pushed back by the light of the gods of man and the sorcery of the Slann.

    He saw when they, each of them, were wounded. A single cut, yes, but in this as in all things the oldest aphorisms hold true.

    If it bleeds, it can die. And if it can die, then it Cannot be a god.

    Archaon has seen the many ways Sigmar Helden Hammer could be killed. By his own hand he would have been the one to strike Sigmar down, casting down the world into an age of horror and darkness immeasurable.

    But that was before he witnessed frail, pathetic Human gods standing before the armies of the Four. Sigmar and Ulric, Taal and Myrmidia, Shallya and Ranald. Grimnir and Grungni, Vallaya and Mogrim, The mighty Phoenix and his mind, and even the bloody handed Cytherai.

    The gods of man and elf and dwarf stood as one, and held back the Gods of Chaos. And then the Frog Priests of Lustria finished there great work, and turned Morrslieb into a weapon greater than any other.

    He has seen With his own eyes the true, final nature of Chaos. Of how this world was a playground, a place to play games and roll dice for sport and childish glee. Of how when the people of the world stood against them, actually dared to try and Win, they threw aside there games and tried to flip the board.

    And how all of them were smacked down, pushed back, and forever barred from the world.

    Now there walks the far north a man without a name. He cast aside his first long ago, and the second means nothing now. Just dust and echoes.

    For the first time in over one hundred years, that nameless man is free to make his own choices, walk any path he cares without gods screaming in his ears.

    He doesn't know where he goes next, or what he plans to do, but for the first time in his life he can honestly say that it doesn't matter. It isn't important. He doesn't have to care.

    Because he doesn't matter any more. To anyone.

    And he's laughing and crying all at once with that knowledge in his head.
     
    Darik29 said:
    Why would he bother?
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    It depends on how much one interprets the message the Chaos Gods gave Archaon as twisting his mind without any corruption to artificially force it. If, like you, one takes it to mean little, then the fall of Chaos on Mallus means the nameless paladin is free. He can do whatever he wishes, for no god or demon controls his destiny anymore. If one takes it to mean he was fucked in the head without any Warp-touch, due to things like his heritage, fanaticism retained from being a paladin of Sigmar, or the message being that persuasive, then he's going to walk away from the Slann-man beatdown pissed to all hell. After all, he was going to make Chaos win on his terms. The one damn thing he ever had a choice in, ripped from the hands of his supposed dark masters by his own will and steel. So a Slann intervention would just another set of gods forcing a choice for him.

    But we don't know what will happen.
     
    EVA-Saiyajin said:
    That horse was never a horse though, it was a daemon. It just settled as a horse when Archaon broke it to his will.
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    Well it's a horse now anyway. Or at least A horse.

    If nothing else, Sigmar can spare a horse for Diederick Kastner. He just won the game, giving his failed champion a horse as a parting gift isn't that big of an effort.

    Now everyone's gearing up for round 2, the entire World versus the ultimate Ork WAAAAGH, the Vermintide, and the Dragon Ogres.

    But all is not lost. Oh no.

    The old world may be ravaged now, but the Dawmons are gone. Chaos is gone, and for a brief moment the old world can rest and rearm.

    Ulthuan is Free! The Vortex is no more, and Caledor Dragon Tamer now stands upon new ground for the first time in an age. The Elven nation of Ulthuan is free of threats, and the rest of the World May get receive there aid.

    The Dark Elves are crippled. Morathi is dead and gone, and even Malekith is likely missing. With the complete purge of Chaos, his armor was likely destroyed by the collateral effects. The rest of him, who knows. The majority of the Dark Elves that aren't dead are those that managed to resist the Slaaneshi cults and survive the purges.

    They're going to be quite busy for a while dealing with there issues.

    Lustria is quiet. The Lizardmen are gone, the though jungle still teems with life. The Skaven were banished from the land by being so close to the Deliverance's heart, and the Slann's automated defences.

    Until they can make there return, Lustria now belings to Man. Those humans of Port Reaver and Swamp Town, and the newly human Luthor Harkon and his get.

    Truly, these are dark days. Danger lurks around every corner, and even with the lack of Chaos survival seems slim.

    But take heart. Have Faith. The greatest servants of the Long Night have been banished from this world, and the nations of Order yet stand.

    Death may still claim them. The End Times have come.

    But that doesn't mean it has to be the end of the world.
     
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    Darik29 said:
    Well, if we're looking at things left behind in the old world, I have an idea I've been sitting on.

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    He Who Would Burn The World

    ——————-


    It wasn't a mountain anymore. More of a small hill, really. And at its summit, the man once known as Diederick Kastner knelt.

    He had felt it as the chains binding his soul had been burned free. He'd seen it with the Crown and the Eye, as the frog men of Lustria had come and sought to burn away the control of Chaos on his soul, and he'd seen them as they'd fallen back, terrified at his next step.

    He'd had a front seat to what happened next, as he took up the full mantle of Everchosen, and the Gods were struck down.

    It hadn't been quiet, oh no. Entire armies of demons had risen from the land below, flying in great numbers south to destroy the armies of Order in this, the End of Times. He'd felt such power, as his mantle became complete and he truly held the power of Omniscience in his hands.

    And he had seen quite clearly, as Chaos was banished forever.

    His body ached, as it had not since his time as a mortal. His strength, his size, his weapons and armor, it was all gone. Burned to dust and ashes in the light of Deliverance.

    And yet, even though all else around him had been struck down, he alone remained. Frail, mortal, and Human.

    And for the first time in so many years, Diederick didn't know what to do.

    As a Knight Templar, he had done many great and terrible things, all in the name of Sigmar and the Empire. When he'd had the truth revealed to him, and turned against his fellow man, he'd followed the will of the Gods of Chaos and had become there Champion. He had seen with the Crown the shape of the future to come, how his legions would ride down and burn the world of man to ash and cinders.

    But all of that was gone, now. All gone.

    As he looked to the horizon, Diederick saw a world changed. Where before he had been atop a mountain peak, deep within the Chaos Wastes, now he stood atop a hill in a snowy plain. In the distance to the south, he could make out a forest with a mountain range further south.

    To the west, he could see a river, and to the East was nothing but more snowy plains.

    And to the north, he saw a light, already fading.

    He could see all of this, and for the first time in more years than he could count he did not have Daemons in his mind, telling him where to go. He did not have the will of the Gods guiding him. He didn't even have more than the rags on his back, what little there were.

    As he sat there, contemplating his course, he heard sounds coming from the base of the hill.

    Looking down, Diederick was surprised to see a horse there at the base of the hill. A familiar horse, though changed.

    Drhogar his faithful steed stood placidly at the base of the hill, no longer a creature of chaos. Now he was merely a horse, like Diederick was merely a man.

    Stumbling down the hill, the man once known as Diederick Kastner walked away from the last vestiges of his life as Archaon the Everchosen. He'd abandoned his first name long ago, and the Gods of Chaos had proven once and for all that they were unworthy of anything but pity and scorn.

    Standing now at the base of the hill, his one true companion beside him, the man with no name realized he didn't actually have a plan on where to go, or what to do. He had nothing and no one, his horde destroyed alongside Chaos.

    He was free. Free.

    Climbing onto his horse, he gave a slight whistle and Drhogar dutifully began to walk.

    He didn't know where he would go from here. And he had no idea what he would do next.

    But for the first time in a very, very long time the nameless man felt a smile on his lips, even as tears left his eyes.

    Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to know what came next.

    That it came next at all was knowing enough.
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    This is actually beautiful, i feel ashamed for not having enough words to praise both you and your work.
     
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