[X] Khaine must be faced, if the elves are ever to be free. (Gain Focus Brass Breaker)
To Shield the World (Warhammer High Elf Mage Quest)
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[X] You may pity the Druchii…but Naggaroth must be destroyed. (Reinforce Prepare for War)
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Vote will be called in two hours, sorry I didn't update over the weekend things ended up being more busy than I thought they were going to be. Update up probably not tonight but probably before the weekend, like I'd be shocked if not Friday at latest.
Hunt for the Dark Elves End
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
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- Ruritania Illinois
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To Hunt Druchii
Khaine.
Khaine.
Khaine.
Everything wrong with your people—with all of your people— seems to forever flow back to Him. To His voice like brass-on-brass grinding together, echoing, resounding, throughout the souls of the children of Aenarion, ever since he took up the cursed blade to force back Chaos. His whisper in Malekith's ear, telling him to soak himself in blood and gore and rip the phoenix crown into his hand that way. Whispering to Caledor, telling him the way to treat with the Haclad was a show of force, brute and thoughtless and artless. Drawing Tethlis to the Blighted Isle, whispering such soft words to him, ensuring he would be there just in time to be slaughtered by some damn fool, lucky assassin, ensuring the endless war would continue. Every time it has seemed possible in the greatest or the smallest that your people might know even the slightest bit of peace, a final end to any of the numberless conflicts that take and take and take from you all.
Very well. He would ruin everything you are? He would soak your people in blood? He would take from you all?
Then you will take all from Him.
"I swear, then, that you will have no peace, Khaine. Your clergy will learn to fear me. Hellebron will lament that I was born; the Witches will loath me, the Disciples dread me, and the Executioners fear the bite of my blade. I do not care if they come in tens or hundreds or thousands, driven by your hate—I will wage war on them. I will make of your cult the carnage you crave; and all will fear Vardanis Khaine-Foe."
Somewhere in the distance a Phoenix cries.
(Gain Focus: Brass-Breaker)
You hear a horse's hooves striking the stone of the slopes, the jiggling of metal and the slapping of leather on fur.
You would know that perfume, that heartbeat, that walk if you were stripped of your senses and tossed into the deepest, blackest, most mysterious depths of Mathlann's realm for a thousand years then fished out. "Your crow made it, Vardanis. Now is only to hope and to pray."
"That…" You close your eyes and offer up prayers to the heavens. "That is good." You pause, your mind blank for the first time in your life. "...They made me a murderer, Tethia."
There is silence. You feel—good, pure, untained, untouched, unfilthy, unlike you—arms wrap around your shoulders, almost feel the blood seem to seep from you to her, can almost feel yourself defiling her with the blood you've soaked yourself in, of those who never had a chance to fight back.
Somewhere in the distance, toads croak.
Weeks pass in an interminable blur after that. The servants on the estate are swift to avoid your path, though three times every day some sort of food is left on a covered tray outside of the study you have commandeered as your temporary quarters, poring over tome after tome after tome.
If you would wage war against a god, it seems only right that you should learn His enemies, after all. For the moment you only turn to three, blessed among Cadai, reckoned blessed by the Elves, reckoned blessed by the world.
Khaine blinded, lamed, and bound Vaul, lashing the smith to the anvil to make weapons for Him from now until the End Times. Though Vaul does not, perhaps cannot, rise up against the murderer as yet, suffice to say His Cult has gathered such knowledge as to wage war against those who torment their god and all His followers. Quite aside from the theological incentives, it is quite practical: the Witch Elves, the Disciples, the Executioners, they all enjoy plucking up the followers of Vaul to slave for them in emulation of their brute of a god. A prospect that becomes much less enticing when they can wield Final Transmutation to solve their problems.
Isha and Kurnous alike are intertwined by their hatred of Khaine. He sought to imprison them once, and Vaul, good Vaul, sacrificed Himself to stop the murderer, knowing both that He had no chance and that He needed to do it, for it was the right thing to do to stand against evil. Neither your Mother nor your Father have ever forgotten or forgiven what the Brass One sought to unleash upon them, and so they have made preparations. Incarnated on this world, Isha twice, the better to prepare against Him. Founded the Handmaidens, blessed the White Lions, to ensure that they would have foot soldiers. Passed along good and bright lore, the better to fight that particular enemy when the time comes, as it most surely will in the fullness of things.
All three hold knowledge that would make you a threat, a danger, to the Murderer. Spells and incantations and craft the more terrible for His slaves to behold. Isha, whose heart is Avelorn; Kurnous, whose temples lie in Ellyrion; and Vaul, whose Anvil rests in Caledor. Normally, no doubt, they would be loathe to share such knowledge with you…but there is nothing normal about this, nothing normal at all, for you have rooted out Druchii on Ulthuan. The kingdoms may be divided in whether to go to Naggaroth and wage war against them there, but you are frightfully united in not wanting their spies here. At all. Letters of support pour in from Eataine to Nagarythe and all the kingdoms between. Admittedly scattered throughout the letters are a handful from Saphery that all but say you have invented the infiltrators to try and make Aethis look bad to angle for a future Phoenix King from Chrace. You ignore them, to instead continue studying.
(+2 Standing in all Kingdoms of Ulthuan and all High Elf Organizations except for Chrace, gain +30 Favors in Chrace)
(Brass Foe: +10 in all rolls against followers of Khaine, except Dark Elves; instead modifies that already existing bonus to a +30/+20)
Returning Army: 77/75
And then to break the monotony there comes a knocking at the great chamber door, and a great roiling of the Winds.
If you would know Tethia after so much, you would know this in death. Bursting out of the study you race through the halls and past servants, except of course where they race with you to see as well.
Flinging open the door you find your parents, Fhiron, Merel, and your other kinsmen—cousin Thiriol, uncle Bardanis, aunt Varu— unharmed, if still stinking and ragged from their voyage of the damned, clad all in threadbare, salt-aged clothes rather than the fine robes and good sea-silks which you expect of them. You make a wordless noise and grasp them, hold them, hug them, try and let them know—
Ahem. You make it clear you are happy they have returned. Merel is quiet and tries to slink away, shame written on his face, but you do not let him, instead grasping him by the sleeve and pulling him, too, in for the embrace. He will not escape that easily.
No words are spoken; for they can be only distraction.
In the weeks that come you learn tell of the tale easily enough. Your message arrived and Prince Elliriad was unsure whether to proceed or not…and then an assassin of the Druchii attempted to kill him, convinced all their cover was blown.
Deciding embarrassed but alive was a better state of affairs than dead and useless to everyone the fleet turned back, after just making sight of Naggaroth. They were close, so close, to being stranded on that bleak continent when your crow arrived.
You were close to losing everything.
None can say how the discovery of Druchii agents studded in so many high places will affect the Ten Kingdoms in the decades and centuries to come…but it puts to paid the notion that the Druchii will simply grind themselves out to extinction. If you would return peace on this world, then you will need to fight for it, not simply wait for it to be delivered to you by the passing of time. For his part Elliriad at the moment seeks to burn out Druchii infiltrators, hunting them with a ruthless effect, along with the Handmaidens who are enraged that their most sacred places have been placed under threat by those who so freely blaspheme against Isha.
—
Ulthuan Events:
Druchii Discovered: It was always considered that the Druchii would have agents on Ulthuan, of course—but to have been placed in so many high positions? It is all madness!
Allies: With the threat of Druchii spies interfering in their affairs reinforced, many Houses have begun sending out ambassadors and agents to refresh their ties with the humans of the east, a much more civilized and refined group than the magic burners that now inhabit the Old World. Some even say the Phoenix King considers finally sending agents to Farthest eastern realms, which traders otherwise only whisper of—Nippon and Cathay predominant, but not alone, among them.
[X] Khaine must be faced, if the elves are ever to be free. (Gain Focus Brass Breaker)
Khaine.
Khaine.
Khaine.
Everything wrong with your people—with all of your people— seems to forever flow back to Him. To His voice like brass-on-brass grinding together, echoing, resounding, throughout the souls of the children of Aenarion, ever since he took up the cursed blade to force back Chaos. His whisper in Malekith's ear, telling him to soak himself in blood and gore and rip the phoenix crown into his hand that way. Whispering to Caledor, telling him the way to treat with the Haclad was a show of force, brute and thoughtless and artless. Drawing Tethlis to the Blighted Isle, whispering such soft words to him, ensuring he would be there just in time to be slaughtered by some damn fool, lucky assassin, ensuring the endless war would continue. Every time it has seemed possible in the greatest or the smallest that your people might know even the slightest bit of peace, a final end to any of the numberless conflicts that take and take and take from you all.
Very well. He would ruin everything you are? He would soak your people in blood? He would take from you all?
Then you will take all from Him.
"I swear, then, that you will have no peace, Khaine. Your clergy will learn to fear me. Hellebron will lament that I was born; the Witches will loath me, the Disciples dread me, and the Executioners fear the bite of my blade. I do not care if they come in tens or hundreds or thousands, driven by your hate—I will wage war on them. I will make of your cult the carnage you crave; and all will fear Vardanis Khaine-Foe."
Somewhere in the distance a Phoenix cries.
(Gain Focus: Brass-Breaker)
You hear a horse's hooves striking the stone of the slopes, the jiggling of metal and the slapping of leather on fur.
You would know that perfume, that heartbeat, that walk if you were stripped of your senses and tossed into the deepest, blackest, most mysterious depths of Mathlann's realm for a thousand years then fished out. "Your crow made it, Vardanis. Now is only to hope and to pray."
"That…" You close your eyes and offer up prayers to the heavens. "That is good." You pause, your mind blank for the first time in your life. "...They made me a murderer, Tethia."
There is silence. You feel—good, pure, untained, untouched, unfilthy, unlike you—arms wrap around your shoulders, almost feel the blood seem to seep from you to her, can almost feel yourself defiling her with the blood you've soaked yourself in, of those who never had a chance to fight back.
Somewhere in the distance, toads croak.
Weeks pass in an interminable blur after that. The servants on the estate are swift to avoid your path, though three times every day some sort of food is left on a covered tray outside of the study you have commandeered as your temporary quarters, poring over tome after tome after tome.
If you would wage war against a god, it seems only right that you should learn His enemies, after all. For the moment you only turn to three, blessed among Cadai, reckoned blessed by the Elves, reckoned blessed by the world.
Khaine blinded, lamed, and bound Vaul, lashing the smith to the anvil to make weapons for Him from now until the End Times. Though Vaul does not, perhaps cannot, rise up against the murderer as yet, suffice to say His Cult has gathered such knowledge as to wage war against those who torment their god and all His followers. Quite aside from the theological incentives, it is quite practical: the Witch Elves, the Disciples, the Executioners, they all enjoy plucking up the followers of Vaul to slave for them in emulation of their brute of a god. A prospect that becomes much less enticing when they can wield Final Transmutation to solve their problems.
Isha and Kurnous alike are intertwined by their hatred of Khaine. He sought to imprison them once, and Vaul, good Vaul, sacrificed Himself to stop the murderer, knowing both that He had no chance and that He needed to do it, for it was the right thing to do to stand against evil. Neither your Mother nor your Father have ever forgotten or forgiven what the Brass One sought to unleash upon them, and so they have made preparations. Incarnated on this world, Isha twice, the better to prepare against Him. Founded the Handmaidens, blessed the White Lions, to ensure that they would have foot soldiers. Passed along good and bright lore, the better to fight that particular enemy when the time comes, as it most surely will in the fullness of things.
All three hold knowledge that would make you a threat, a danger, to the Murderer. Spells and incantations and craft the more terrible for His slaves to behold. Isha, whose heart is Avelorn; Kurnous, whose temples lie in Ellyrion; and Vaul, whose Anvil rests in Caledor. Normally, no doubt, they would be loathe to share such knowledge with you…but there is nothing normal about this, nothing normal at all, for you have rooted out Druchii on Ulthuan. The kingdoms may be divided in whether to go to Naggaroth and wage war against them there, but you are frightfully united in not wanting their spies here. At all. Letters of support pour in from Eataine to Nagarythe and all the kingdoms between. Admittedly scattered throughout the letters are a handful from Saphery that all but say you have invented the infiltrators to try and make Aethis look bad to angle for a future Phoenix King from Chrace. You ignore them, to instead continue studying.
(+2 Standing in all Kingdoms of Ulthuan and all High Elf Organizations except for Chrace, gain +30 Favors in Chrace)
(Brass Foe: +10 in all rolls against followers of Khaine, except Dark Elves; instead modifies that already existing bonus to a +30/+20)
Returning Army: 77/75
And then to break the monotony there comes a knocking at the great chamber door, and a great roiling of the Winds.
If you would know Tethia after so much, you would know this in death. Bursting out of the study you race through the halls and past servants, except of course where they race with you to see as well.
Flinging open the door you find your parents, Fhiron, Merel, and your other kinsmen—cousin Thiriol, uncle Bardanis, aunt Varu— unharmed, if still stinking and ragged from their voyage of the damned, clad all in threadbare, salt-aged clothes rather than the fine robes and good sea-silks which you expect of them. You make a wordless noise and grasp them, hold them, hug them, try and let them know—
Ahem. You make it clear you are happy they have returned. Merel is quiet and tries to slink away, shame written on his face, but you do not let him, instead grasping him by the sleeve and pulling him, too, in for the embrace. He will not escape that easily.
No words are spoken; for they can be only distraction.
In the weeks that come you learn tell of the tale easily enough. Your message arrived and Prince Elliriad was unsure whether to proceed or not…and then an assassin of the Druchii attempted to kill him, convinced all their cover was blown.
Deciding embarrassed but alive was a better state of affairs than dead and useless to everyone the fleet turned back, after just making sight of Naggaroth. They were close, so close, to being stranded on that bleak continent when your crow arrived.
You were close to losing everything.
None can say how the discovery of Druchii agents studded in so many high places will affect the Ten Kingdoms in the decades and centuries to come…but it puts to paid the notion that the Druchii will simply grind themselves out to extinction. If you would return peace on this world, then you will need to fight for it, not simply wait for it to be delivered to you by the passing of time. For his part Elliriad at the moment seeks to burn out Druchii infiltrators, hunting them with a ruthless effect, along with the Handmaidens who are enraged that their most sacred places have been placed under threat by those who so freely blaspheme against Isha.
—
Ulthuan Events:
Druchii Discovered: It was always considered that the Druchii would have agents on Ulthuan, of course—but to have been placed in so many high positions? It is all madness!
Allies: With the threat of Druchii spies interfering in their affairs reinforced, many Houses have begun sending out ambassadors and agents to refresh their ties with the humans of the east, a much more civilized and refined group than the magic burners that now inhabit the Old World. Some even say the Phoenix King considers finally sending agents to Farthest eastern realms, which traders otherwise only whisper of—Nippon and Cathay predominant, but not alone, among them.
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We saved our family and we changed the timeline.
Awesome.
Awesome.
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RandomTechPriest
He Who Steals Toasters
that roll holy shit. Thank Asuryan because holy fuck that was way to close.
This is such a win for Vardanis and everyone, it came way to close for comfort but we still won which is great.
A surprise to be sure but a welcome one.
Boodlesnoop
Never entirely sure what I'm doing
I'm honestly surprised they didn't launch the attack anyway just on sheer principle, elves being elves and all.
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
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They were really solidly considering it hence the 75 DC.
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
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- Ruritania Illinois
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Okay so general, status update like thingy, good news is for all we're still in the busy season at work I no longer have the biggest most gigantic horseshit staring me down. Hoping to get a turn all the way through this week, and maybe a little extra something too.
What if: The Mage Maker
Voikirium
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What if: The Mage Maker
The year is 2301, and the world teeters on the precipice. Chaos makes moves to drown the world in a tide of unreason, and the forces of darkness aid them.
In Ulthuan itself, of course, Malekith dares to lay his burned, scarred form upon the sacred places of Ulthuan. The warrior Tyrion, Aenarion reborn, charged by Finubar, gathers warriors, prepares a host to face him. Your people are slaughtered in droves facing the Dark Elves, for all they bleed the enemy terribly for inch after every gruesome inch. Fires rage from Caledor to Cothique, and battles rage in the skies between your people. Terrible magics are unleashed that scar the land; it is as to live through the Sundering once again as Hekarti's slaves and the children of Hoeth unleash power beyond the comprehension of mortals.
And yet it is not your home you shall fight for today.
In Elthin Arvan, an Everchosen stirs. Asavar Kul, born of Kurgan, marches west hoping to burn everything in his path, to unmake the waystones that keep the world fro drowning under a tide of magic. The mortal followers of Chaos, and Daemons and Beastmen too, march upon Kislev; and Teclis, greatest mage since Caledor Dragontamer himself, gathers a party to meet them, and no matter how few or how many he shall go and stand against the servants of darkness and teach them to fear Hoeth's bright blade, and turn the tide. There they shall fight within Kislev, there they shall fight in the cold north, to decide the fate of everything.
Far to the East, your allies in Cathay stand against a horde of their own. Many Beastmen, desiring their own victory and loathing the northmen, seek to pierce the Great Bastion, led by Morghur and Malagor, an endless tide of beastmen that stretches from one end of the Horizon to the other, and as was sworn and vowed many centuries ago now, the garrisons from Elithis, Calith, and the Tower of the Sun have marched there to stand against the forever foe, man and elf defiant in the face of wicked things.
And at last, an oddity beyond oddities draws your attention. In the Mountains of Mourn, where the Ogres lay claim to land, one arises to claim power and force all to raise her up as Overtyrant, amid a backdrop of Dawi Zharr incursions, looking for more, and more powerful, slaves. If you were to aid them against the tyrannical short folk, if you were to help them cast down the Sorcerer-Prophets and Overseers; and whatever you may think about the Mountain-Breakers, none deserve the wickedness with which you will soon enough contend.
Where do you march, Vardanis?
[O] To Kislev, To Praag: The enemy marches for the "city" of Praag, and for the Fire Spire; supposedly the greatest institution of magical learning within Elthin Arvan now, not that that says much after the Haclad and their Imperial puppets spent centuries systematically tearing it down. But you can with with that; you will make real wizards out of these youths if it kills you, and teach them the truest expressions of magic, ones umarred by superstition and self-deceit. More curiously some of the supposed human elementalists study in the Spire, and your inner Hoeth is curious.
They say also that the greatest proportion of the enemy marches for the city, seeking to burn it to the ground, to do worse than to the burn it. Kholek Sun-Eater himself is said to march with the vast horde that journeys for it, driven by his Dark Gods for one bleak reason or another. An army that stretches from one end of the horizon marches for it, banners of flayed man-flesh and drums of bone and skull beating a staccato beat in praise to their gods. How unfortunate for them, then, that you are the worse, that you can split the horizon.
Great Boon-The Fire Spire: In spite of the Ice Witches' and Hags' seeming monopoly on magic, a coterie of trained wizards exists in this place, one which has some training already, not equal to that of the White Tower of course but...sufficient.
Great Bane-The Damned City: The foe has decreed that Praag, its defenders, and all mortal men alike will weep when they see what has become of the city when they are done. How unfortunate for them that they do not consider the intercedence of the Immortal upon their works.
[O] To Cathay, To the Bastion: Miao Ying, Supreme Matriarch of Nan-Gau and favored daughter of the Dragon Emperor, has opened her realm to all warriors willing to fight the great Beastmen horde there, in the North. The Asur, of course, shall answer; you, of course, shall answer. Already many Questing Knights and many elves gather there to stand with the Cathayans, and many more shall stand with them before this is over. Some whisper that the Matriarch is so desperate that she would be willing even to...loosen her father's edicts on magic; not Dhar, of course, but one of the Winds he has not otherwise allowed them to; Stone, Azyr, of course, is already spoken for by the Astromancers her own father raised up; and Golden wizards flock to her brother. But that still leaves six of the Winds: Aqshy, Ghyran, Ghur, Hysh, Shyish, and Ulgu.
But such a teacher would have few students: the Astromancers claim most of those with the touch of magic, and the Alchemists take the few that are left. Not enough to be worth splitting into minor orders for each, better served for truly mastering one Wind as an order to a level worthy of any mage of Ulthuan. But in turn, you would need to speak and gather and take ancient lore from each of the ten Kingdoms, refine it, and then pass it along to these humans, to wield as sword and shield against the darkness. Ghur, of course, would be easiest, but does that make it best?
Great Boon-Old Allies: Cathay and Ulthuan have long been united against your common foe, the Druchii, and you are distant enough from each other to have few causes for conflict...a potent means to ensure good relations.
Great Bane-Few Students: There will be few students available to you, in comparison to any of the other places you could march; to be worth the expense you will need to pour considerable resource into them.
[O] To the Mountains, To the Desert: The Ogres have not called for aid, but you're going to give it to them anyway. Grenlda Gutpunch, Chief of the Greatmaw Tribe, seeks to become Overtyrant of the Mountains; she may even have the skill for it. A more honorable soul, a more righteous person, than many in her position...but that says little, given her position. On the other hand, aid her and you may well have the Ogres turned to stand with the elves.
But perhaps more than any of that, the simple fact is they need help. The Dawi Zharr seek to ravage their lands, and none deserve the biting whip of slavery, not even the descendants of murderers and slavers themselves. But what are the odds that they would accept your help to stop them?
Great Boon-A New Hope: She may be a Tyrant, but in comparison to the butchers, slaughterers, savages and cannibals that otherwise rule the lands Grenlda is both far-seeing and just; if nothing else, at least she does not strike except those who strike her first.
Great Bane-Uniting the Mountains: There are many--Dawi Zharr, Tribesmen, and her fellow ogres, to name but a few--who would see Grenlda dead. It will be your job to ensure that does not happen.
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Idea I had for what Vardanis would get up to if he survives to the Great War against Chaos. Do not vote, it is just me shooting the shit. Next turn up hopefully tomorrow, possibly Friday.
The year is 2301, and the world teeters on the precipice. Chaos makes moves to drown the world in a tide of unreason, and the forces of darkness aid them.
In Ulthuan itself, of course, Malekith dares to lay his burned, scarred form upon the sacred places of Ulthuan. The warrior Tyrion, Aenarion reborn, charged by Finubar, gathers warriors, prepares a host to face him. Your people are slaughtered in droves facing the Dark Elves, for all they bleed the enemy terribly for inch after every gruesome inch. Fires rage from Caledor to Cothique, and battles rage in the skies between your people. Terrible magics are unleashed that scar the land; it is as to live through the Sundering once again as Hekarti's slaves and the children of Hoeth unleash power beyond the comprehension of mortals.
And yet it is not your home you shall fight for today.
In Elthin Arvan, an Everchosen stirs. Asavar Kul, born of Kurgan, marches west hoping to burn everything in his path, to unmake the waystones that keep the world fro drowning under a tide of magic. The mortal followers of Chaos, and Daemons and Beastmen too, march upon Kislev; and Teclis, greatest mage since Caledor Dragontamer himself, gathers a party to meet them, and no matter how few or how many he shall go and stand against the servants of darkness and teach them to fear Hoeth's bright blade, and turn the tide. There they shall fight within Kislev, there they shall fight in the cold north, to decide the fate of everything.
Far to the East, your allies in Cathay stand against a horde of their own. Many Beastmen, desiring their own victory and loathing the northmen, seek to pierce the Great Bastion, led by Morghur and Malagor, an endless tide of beastmen that stretches from one end of the Horizon to the other, and as was sworn and vowed many centuries ago now, the garrisons from Elithis, Calith, and the Tower of the Sun have marched there to stand against the forever foe, man and elf defiant in the face of wicked things.
And at last, an oddity beyond oddities draws your attention. In the Mountains of Mourn, where the Ogres lay claim to land, one arises to claim power and force all to raise her up as Overtyrant, amid a backdrop of Dawi Zharr incursions, looking for more, and more powerful, slaves. If you were to aid them against the tyrannical short folk, if you were to help them cast down the Sorcerer-Prophets and Overseers; and whatever you may think about the Mountain-Breakers, none deserve the wickedness with which you will soon enough contend.
Where do you march, Vardanis?
[O] To Kislev, To Praag: The enemy marches for the "city" of Praag, and for the Fire Spire; supposedly the greatest institution of magical learning within Elthin Arvan now, not that that says much after the Haclad and their Imperial puppets spent centuries systematically tearing it down. But you can with with that; you will make real wizards out of these youths if it kills you, and teach them the truest expressions of magic, ones umarred by superstition and self-deceit. More curiously some of the supposed human elementalists study in the Spire, and your inner Hoeth is curious.
They say also that the greatest proportion of the enemy marches for the city, seeking to burn it to the ground, to do worse than to the burn it. Kholek Sun-Eater himself is said to march with the vast horde that journeys for it, driven by his Dark Gods for one bleak reason or another. An army that stretches from one end of the horizon marches for it, banners of flayed man-flesh and drums of bone and skull beating a staccato beat in praise to their gods. How unfortunate for them, then, that you are the worse, that you can split the horizon.
Great Boon-The Fire Spire: In spite of the Ice Witches' and Hags' seeming monopoly on magic, a coterie of trained wizards exists in this place, one which has some training already, not equal to that of the White Tower of course but...sufficient.
Great Bane-The Damned City: The foe has decreed that Praag, its defenders, and all mortal men alike will weep when they see what has become of the city when they are done. How unfortunate for them that they do not consider the intercedence of the Immortal upon their works.
[O] To Cathay, To the Bastion: Miao Ying, Supreme Matriarch of Nan-Gau and favored daughter of the Dragon Emperor, has opened her realm to all warriors willing to fight the great Beastmen horde there, in the North. The Asur, of course, shall answer; you, of course, shall answer. Already many Questing Knights and many elves gather there to stand with the Cathayans, and many more shall stand with them before this is over. Some whisper that the Matriarch is so desperate that she would be willing even to...loosen her father's edicts on magic; not Dhar, of course, but one of the Winds he has not otherwise allowed them to; Stone, Azyr, of course, is already spoken for by the Astromancers her own father raised up; and Golden wizards flock to her brother. But that still leaves six of the Winds: Aqshy, Ghyran, Ghur, Hysh, Shyish, and Ulgu.
But such a teacher would have few students: the Astromancers claim most of those with the touch of magic, and the Alchemists take the few that are left. Not enough to be worth splitting into minor orders for each, better served for truly mastering one Wind as an order to a level worthy of any mage of Ulthuan. But in turn, you would need to speak and gather and take ancient lore from each of the ten Kingdoms, refine it, and then pass it along to these humans, to wield as sword and shield against the darkness. Ghur, of course, would be easiest, but does that make it best?
Great Boon-Old Allies: Cathay and Ulthuan have long been united against your common foe, the Druchii, and you are distant enough from each other to have few causes for conflict...a potent means to ensure good relations.
Great Bane-Few Students: There will be few students available to you, in comparison to any of the other places you could march; to be worth the expense you will need to pour considerable resource into them.
[O] To the Mountains, To the Desert: The Ogres have not called for aid, but you're going to give it to them anyway. Grenlda Gutpunch, Chief of the Greatmaw Tribe, seeks to become Overtyrant of the Mountains; she may even have the skill for it. A more honorable soul, a more righteous person, than many in her position...but that says little, given her position. On the other hand, aid her and you may well have the Ogres turned to stand with the elves.
But perhaps more than any of that, the simple fact is they need help. The Dawi Zharr seek to ravage their lands, and none deserve the biting whip of slavery, not even the descendants of murderers and slavers themselves. But what are the odds that they would accept your help to stop them?
Great Boon-A New Hope: She may be a Tyrant, but in comparison to the butchers, slaughterers, savages and cannibals that otherwise rule the lands Grenlda is both far-seeing and just; if nothing else, at least she does not strike except those who strike her first.
Great Bane-Uniting the Mountains: There are many--Dawi Zharr, Tribesmen, and her fellow ogres, to name but a few--who would see Grenlda dead. It will be your job to ensure that does not happen.
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Idea I had for what Vardanis would get up to if he survives to the Great War against Chaos. Do not vote, it is just me shooting the shit. Next turn up hopefully tomorrow, possibly Friday.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
Sounds fun!
- Location
- Australia
What annoys me about this is that Teclis is called the greatest mage since Caledor himself. I WANT IT TO BE US! Or Phoenix King; either works for me.
Considering I see Teclis resembling Benedict Cumberbatch who played Doctor Strange, we want to be The Wong of Ulthuan! The guy who becomes the greatest mage instead of him.
- Location
- Utrecht
Boodlesnoop
Never entirely sure what I'm doing
She-Hulk
- Location
- Utrecht
Ilyana Rasputin, with her sword and magic combo
Turn 13
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Turn 13
V118-127
Fire and blood and death and—
You burst out of your covers, landing ready to fight on the floor. Your heart beats like the lion's paws on the hard dirt, and your muscles are tense as by instinct you feed them Ghur though oddly your hair grows longer too. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are—not trapped in Khaine's realm, not bound in chains and presented before the Druchii, not dead out of some hackneyed attempt to show that actually that murderous king of the Underworld is necessary.
But home.
Safe.
Impossibly, incredibly, astoundingly, you've saved your kinsmen. You've saved many lives. You've driven out the Druchii. By all rights, you've won.
There's only one, slight issue now…and you're staring at it.
The Runespear.
You have not examined the Runes therein, for there is nothing the Haclad have to teach you except new ways to murder. But even to have it in your possession is to, in a sense, invite calamity for who is to say their Ancestors are not already shoveling visions to their depraved kings to try and reclaim it, now that the Druchii are no longer sheathing it under the malice of Anath Raema? Should you try to return it, would they even let you explain before trying to kill you, and dying themselves for their efforts? And if you simply give it to the Long March, who is to say they will not simply attack them instead of you?
But that…that pales in comparison to the new weight you've placed on your soul.
You swore war against Khaine. There are…consequences. You have slept poorly of late, your dreams tormented by visions of the Brass One, and of his puppets, and of the consequences. You do not regret it, you will never regret it…but you have entered the arena without sword or shield, and if you are to exit alive you have need of weapons and armor and knowledge.
Literally and figuratively alike.
You get up and put on a simple set of robes, amber over blue, and walk through the halls of the estate, heading towards the great doors.
You do not jump as you hear great paws slap down behind you. Whirling you see Indrast and Indrion, heads cocked, staring at you, their stomachs growling even at this late hour. You roll your eyes and gesture, and they lope out in front of you onto the city streets. By rights at this hour there should be nobody on the streets—
Except of course, that there are. You see shadowed figures on the roads, in the green and white and red buildings that surround the estate, everywhere, the glimmer of blades and glint of arrows giving away the game to you. Shadow Warriors of Nagarythe, employed by your parents to ensure no assassins manage to enter in their quest for vengeance. You doubt they will manage to stop everyone, but then, even just what they can do is hardly nothing.
You let out a slight burst of magic, to ensure they know who and what you are, and walk towards the forest, just to think and to clear your mind.
And to plan, of course, always to plan.
What your next move should be.
The most straightforward, of course, would be to further examine the temple. If you would wage war against a king, it seems only fitting that in turn you should be near and dear to an Emperor yourself. The power of Asuryan defied the Four once upon a time…surely it can defy one, now? And to understand the temple is to understand Him, to grow closer to Him, to grow nearer and dearer to Him.
More mundanely, sources of Celestial Chalcedony are rare, and valued as strong material for Azyr crafting. To give such a source to the White Tower, even a small one, would earn you no small number of favors.
But there are other powers in this world you could turn to.
Vaul hates Khaine. Hates his servants. Hates his cult. Hates and hates and hates. And though He does not, yet, rise up in rebellion against the one who savaged and enslaved Him, the gods and elves are one and the same and so you know in His heart of hearts Vaul would be free of Khaela Mensha. If he was not necessary to fight Chaos, Vaul likely already would. But His cult has no such compunction, and furthermore there is nothing the Druchii Khainite's like more than kidnapping Asur followers of Vaul and emulating to them what Khaine did onto the Smith, for it seems there is no depravity they will not fall to, no cruelty that will satiate them. To that end, Vaul's priests have learned many ways to fight off Witch and Assassin and Disciple alike and many an overconfident Druchii straight from Har Ganeth has learned that the Blinded Ones are not such easy prey. The Caledorians keep His temple near and dear and close, and though they do guard it, it is far from impossible for even the commons to enter, never mind a mage who casts Druchii from sacred Ulthuan, who saves army and kinsmen and princes and dragons alike. They will let you study.
Isha once was kidnapped by Khaine, to be sacrificed as a weakness that could not, ever, be afforded again. Though Vaul sacrificed Himself to save the Mother Goddess, She has never forgotten; and it is unlikely she will ever forgive, for Khaine will not seek it. So twice did She incarnate Herself onto this world, once to Asur, and to the Everqueen; and later, much later, to the Asrai as Ariel. Defenses She created too, the Handmaidens of the Everqueen so that none could attempt to attack Her in Her mortal weakness, bind Her, keep Her, take Her, as he once did and so Isha sought out lores to defy him, to break him, to cast down his servants, and spread them to Her cult. Isha's Circle is safely nestled in Avelorn, and is regarded as a sacred place by every Elf; further no politics interfere, for all of Avelorn's rivalries lay outwards, with the Dwarfs who burned the forests, and the Druchii who slay the Handmaidens, and the Slaves to Darkness that serve the ultimate foe. They will teach you.
Kurnous knew His beloved was kidnapped by Khaine, and moved to fight him; and fought him, and was cast down and nearly slain but for the deeds of Vaul, noble Vaul, Vaul the Craftsman, who sacrificed everything because it was the right thing to do. Kurnous broods in His forest now, waiting the day when He can repay Vaul His honor and Khaine his cruelty. He sharpens His spear and His skill upon good quarry. By rights, as wielder of Ghur you should have already taken in much lore of Kurnous, except that His temple, the Stone of Ellyrion, lies in Ellyrion. The Cult in Ellyrion, of course, believes that Chrace is where Asuryan threw Anath Raema's body as He cast Her out of Heaven, and not the truth, which is that she was thrown into Ellyrion and that is why so many damn beasts brood there. But you cannot deny that that is where the deepest lore of the Cult resides, and that they would not have taken you before your victory against the Druchii, against Anath Raema, against many and more.
Or of course, you could visit the Towers of the Winds in fair Saphery, as much fortress as shrine and as much library as castle. His knowledge is great, His love of justice vast; further He has worked against Khaine before, scattering his rings to the four corners of the world.
Focus: Both of your focuses are currently soothed. You have 5 AP currently available.
[] Arming the March: The Long March always, always, always needs more weapons, more armor, more everything for its soldiers: not everyone can march to war armed with Wyraza Drengul, after all. It would please all of Chrace to show your wealth and power by sending yet more enchanted weapons out, though you lack the supplies for more advanced construction as yet. (Requires at least 1 AP, Chrace Standing, Favors)
[] Bits and Bobs: There are treasures lurking within the forests of Chrace, oddities and rarities and so on. You doubt anything too special, short of things going very awry, but you could use whatever you find the next time you are called on to create something special. (Requires at least 1 AP, Gain Craft Materials)
[] Avelorn Remembers: Few Asur have anything but disdain for the Haclad; but the searing contempt, the burning vitriol, the sheer, unmatched loathing that pours out like a tide every time one so much as breathes the word beard around the Avelornians is unmatched. The reason is as simple as it is enraging, even for you: after you left the Colonies, the Dwarfs burned every forest they could get their hands on, killed every spirit that did not return to slumber, and sullied the rivers with their industry, all for the sake of naked spite. And the Avelornians, ever attached to the natural world, felt it all. To say there is bad blood is to say "water is wet," "fire burns," and "the sky is blue."
Naturally the Seneschals of the Everqueen have a number of games and activities to prepare for the next time you must face the murderers (they have always been evasive about who they see as starting the war) so that you do not need to abandon your allies ever again. These same games do not please Cothique and Eataine, for it makes the already tense happenings that come to pass when Haclad and Asur merchants interact in Araby and Ind even worse, but the prize is rather substantial: a power stone and according to rumor knowledge in how to construct them to Avelornian standards, friends among the oldest kingdom of Ulthuan, and for you in particular, a good word given by an Archmage, which could be helpful in growing your abilities. (Requires at least 1 AP, gain Avelorn and Archmage favors, definitely Avelorn standing and possibly Archmage standing, Power Stone and Power Stone research bonuses, Lose Eataine and Cothique standing and favors, if you would like to get this done you will need to do it soon (pre turn 15) since you are starting to get a bit long in the tooth for it)
[] A Gift for the Prince: As the daughter of Prince Firemane, Tethia could help you present a gift to her father the Prince of Chrace though there are certain standards expected of who he will accept gifts from in turn. Your immediate family is of course supportive of the idea; however the broader House will need to be brought around. It will, however, certainly increase your standings with the higher levels of Chracian society at least. (Requires at least 1 AP, Chrace Favors and Standing, opened)
[] Facing the Lions: Conveniently, there is a lion currently prowling about eating the cattle of farmers and other such troublesome behavior. You hardly intend to race into the affair, that being a good way to die, but you can face one, somewhat stubborn, animal, and see it brought down. (0/4, Gain 1 White Lion Pelt to either wear as is or use in construction, +1 Chrace Standing, no Favors, Procs Beatly Heart)
[] Spreading and Codifying: You did a pretty damn good job creating Rebuke of the Warp; honestly you could just about just write it down and get plenty of credit, for there is not a mage alive who would not like to strike at corruption and for all it draws on the Emperor of the Heavens it is not so bound to it that it cannot be modified further. You could do some of said refinement yourself, of course, and make your job even easier. (Requires at least 1AP, Gain Standing and favors from Saphery, Loremasters, Archmages, further AP will increase the number of Kingdoms providing Favors and Standing rather than the amount of favors and standing provided for any single group, is high T1 as not battlemagic but still very useful)
[] The Guard Calls: A message has arrived in the manor, intended for you, from Eataine—or more specifically, from the temple. It seems that the Phoenix Guard was somewhat impressed by the blade you forged for Methelian, and so they have requested you forge some halberds (and armor, if you felt like it) for the guard. Nothing too fancy however, for none of them are intended for the Anointed, the truly blessed of Asuryan, so apparently not that impressed. There is also a small chance they may want to discuss what you saw in the temple, for all you have not really revealed it as yet. (0/2 AP required, Proc Heaven Servant, gain Eataine, Cult of Asuryan Favors, Standing)
[] The Noble's Request: The Noble of Tiranoc, Ultha, has apparently discovered an appreciably old, if not truly ancient, enchant suit of armor and would request aid from a mage not seeking to swindle her of her meager fortunes to restore it to function, in the hopes that it might allow her to claim the title of Princess. Though she is not truly rich, she is respectable and esteemable in Tiranoc, and her word supporting you as an honorable man, would not go awry. (0/5 AP, Gain Tiranoc Standing, Favors)
[] A Request For Aid: The Norscans have been attacking the coast not massively more than usual, but somewhat; an extra attack every other week. Where? Well just about everywhere. So you will let Asuryan guide you where you need to go. (1AP, tutorial campaign to work out kinks ideally, Proc Primeval Fire, gain standing and favors with random Kingdom, possibility to Network)
[] Tethia's Journey: Tethia has requested your help hunting down the Druchii Hekarti has pointed her at. She will go, eventually, without you, though is not quite sure when, but if you said you were ready, she would be more than confident enough to right then and there. (1AP required but more can be invested, will launch Druchii battle, Procc Primeval Fire, They say conflict is a path to growth)
[] The Art of the Armor: All Loremasters prepare armor for themselves. It is uniquely balanced between all eight Winds of magic; not properly enchanted per se, any more than you might call a leaf enchanted because it is full of Ghyran. Only just…prepared, made ready to be what it is and fit for one who would bear the full power of the Winds within themselves. And of course there is the matter of making it fit for the wearer. You could learn it yourself…or you could simply ask the Loremasters for their assistance in such training. It is necessary, and prudent, if you would truly surpass the Sorcesses of Ghrond, of Morathi; that or the true secrets of Qhaysh. (1/5, -20 Loremaster favors, create generic suit of heavy armor which still allows you to cast spells, further progress along the path of the Loremaster though you still are not "stuck" as it were, unlock option to forge a proper suit, Proc Primeval Fire)
[] The Mastery of Four: One may not simply mingle four Winds. It requires the truest clarity, the greatest focus, comprehension and understanding to perform successfully. It also, however, allows one to turn their magic even more precisely to absolute skill and ability. Advancing along this path will allow you to surpass the Sorcesses of Ghrond, for you will throw yourself into it. (1/5, Unlocked thanks to gaining standing and favors, does not lock you onto the path of the Archmage, is however a step on it, -20 Archmage Favors, Proc Primeval Fire)
[] The Runestone: The Shadowlanders keep a tight grip on their Runestones but even they cannot fault you for examining what was taken from the Druchii. Strange, arcane stones bearing symbols of power in Eltharin, they are most notably used by Nagarythian mages, Shadow Weavers, to help them dispel the magic of the enemy and that is something you are not uninterested in. (0/3, Procs Primeval Fire, may overflow)
[] Elemental Puissance: The material manifestation of magical energy, Elemental Magic is simple and straightforward and powerful for it. How difficult can it be to understand, truly? You understood Lightning before you understood the Heavens, after all. (Pick one Wind, begin project to learn Elemental form of that Wind, 0/4, may only begin one such project a time)
[] The Metaphor, the Mystic: The Winds Mystical are that which holds the metaphor of the Winds. It is regarded as a more sophisticated and truer expression of magic by many in Ulthuan, though not to a foolish extent. You are well acquainted with it, many of the spells the White Tower teaches regarding Ghur rely on it and it is near to Cardinal in some ways.
(Pick one Wind, begin project to learn Mystical form of that Wind, 0/4, may only learn one such Wind at a time, currently working on no Winds)
[] Mastering the Beast Within: You already know Wyssan's Wildform; but there are other, more, spells of war, spells of battle, locked within the Wind of Ghur. It is dangerous, but you may learn them, work to study them, and then unleash them when the time is right, like a bolt released from a thrower. (Will begin project to learn Battle Magic Spell from Lore of Beasts, will enter Learning Turn to decide precisely which spell, Procs Beastly Heart. Only one may be worked on at a time. May overflow
Possible Spells:
-Pann's Impenetrable Pelt, 1/6 AP
-The Amber Spear, 0/8 AP
-Curse of Anraheir, 0/8 AP
-Savage Beast of Horros, 0/8 AP
-Transformation of Kadon, 0/12 AP)
[] Beastwalker Business: The Beastwalkers do not really like the wielders of Ghur within the White Tower. They regard you as too civilized, too touched by the trappings of society, too attached to the ephemeral matters of mortal civilization. Because soap is bad, apparently. The fact remains, however, that not only did you manage to stop the mutated beasts pouring out of the Annuliis when they either did not care or could not do so, you are the only one who has really advanced notes on them if they should return. Perhaps you could speak to them of such matters? If nothing else the Loremasters are always happy to gain new lore for the tower. (0/5, Gain ??? Loremaster Favors, Gain ??? Loremaster Standing, Who knows where interacting with the other magical traditions of Ulthuan might lead, procs Beastly Heart, may overflow)
[] A Remedy: Rebuke of the Warp is a strong thing, a relatively simple spell for anyone capable of wielding Hysh and Ghur for a task otherwise difficult if not impossible. But by that same token it hardly turns you into the next everqueen: aye, you can heal discolored fur and extra horns, but the truly deep damage, the major kind, extra "true" limbs or a second head or something mad like that, are beyond you. For now. But with sufficient advancement as a mage, is it truly beyond you? (0/5 AP, reduced by the massive Overflow from last turn, Procs Beastly Heart, Procs Primeval Fire, Soothes Focus, currently locked, requires advancement along either Archmage or Loremaster Path, Produces T2 Battlemagic Spell, Overflow will make it easier)
[] The Scroll of Challenge: Ythil has given you a scroll protected by potent magics that promises much, gained by your great ability. To understand it will be difficult, but the potential rewards are not to be denied, nor ignored. (1/5 AP, gain Archmage favors and Standing, overflow unknown)
[] A Worthy Staff: Your walking stick keeps exploding because you keep sticking magic into it. It is starting get annoying, dangerous, and worst of all, expensive (it is, after all, fine work you do.) So why not build your own staff, out of something a bit more substantial than mere oak? If nothing else you could soak it in magic so it is a bit more used to it. (Requires at least 1 AP, enter crafting turn)
[] Writing It Down: You managed to get to the heart of what had been done to the beasts of the Annuliis, but your results were sloppy and unfocused, as perhaps is to be expected of one who had not even mastered wielding two magics at the same time yet. Now that you have, at least, that you could go back and reexamine them and write what you see; the farmers of Chrace have what they need, after all, but the Archmages may be interested. If nothing else it will be further data for the effects of Warpstone on flesh. (Requires at least 1AP, Will Proc Beastly Heart, Will Proc Primeval Fire, Will gain Archmage Opinion and Favors)
[] An Order: You have an order you would like to make for a reagent. (Cost: 0 AP, TX X 5 Snowmane Favors, 1-3 Turns depending on reagent rarity, may not order T-5s, Ithilmar however is available as are Power Stones (Both T2))
[] Creating A Spell: You really wanted to wait until you had mastered your magic further but it seems that if you keep waiting you will never do this. Two Winds can make a fine enough spell anyway. Creating a spell, a good spell--hell, even a merely acceptable one--is an excellent way to make friends with both the Loremasters and the Archmages. For the Chief Archivist has powerful friends, and it looks good for him to expand the archives. (Cost: 1 AP to Begin, Gain Favors from both Archmages and Loremasters, Will begin Spell Creation Tutorial)
[] Preliminary Results: A secret, Golden Age temple to Asuryan? Recording what you can of that will make you many friends with both the Loremasters, the Archmages…and the Priesthood of Asuryan. Though the Priests in Eataine do have an aesthetic focus on His Fire, they recognize each of His aspects, and are likely to be interested in, if nothing else, a story describing His nature they do not otherwise have, as well as, potentially, another source of objects or entities blessed by Him. Of His magic. All will be happy with you, and that is a rare thing indeed. This will also include writing down what little you have discerned of the Anoqeyån that coats the walls and doors, the floors and ceilings, of that place. (Cost: at least 1 AP, more AP will result in a better end product, gain favors and Standing from Loremaster, Archmages, and Cult of Asuryan, this will reveal it properly to everybody rather than the current rumors that are floating around)
[] The Inner Chambers: The deeper parts of the Temple no doubt hold secrets of their own. More magic, deeper magic, secrets long since forgotten. The things of ancient days, the things that lie unknown. What is it? (-LOCKED, 1 / 8 AP Invested, must further advance magic through Loremaster or Archmage training, will proc Heaven Servant)
[] The Touch: Asuryan Himself has shaped your Windsight, sharpening it to see the touch of His foes, the better for you to fight them, to face them; but it is, as yet, unshaped, raw, if potent. Study it, master it, strengthen it. (0/6 AP, procs Heaven's Servant)
[] The Egg: You have discovered an odd egg in the temple. Its physical shell is prismatic, as it is in your Windsight; but etched into the magic of it is yet more of the odd Anoqeyån, in particular a looping sentence, simple, indeed almost childlike, but potent:
Bajneth Alu Kuryin.
Roughly?
Oathlord denies __.
But then, you always did enjoy spending time among the birds more than you did studying linguistics. Your Anoqeyån is not subpar, but it is not that impressive, either. In any case, you may as well study it. And you have no idea what the devil Kuryin could be.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
(1 / 8 AP, Procs Heaven Servant, Proc Beastly Heart)
[] The Towers of the Winds: You worship and belove Asuryan, but Hoeth has proven Himself a worthy patron as well, insofar as you are a mage. It would behoove you, therefore, to make pilgrimage to the towers of the Winds: fortresses, yes, but also great repositories of lore of the Winds of Magic as separate things that serve a greater whole, as well as fine ritual sites, reinforced to banish the Daemons. They are sacred to Hoeth, and bear a spark of His presence as well. (1AP Required, Proc Heaven Servant on account of Cadai, Proc Beastly Heart since there are towers dedicated to both Ghur and Azyr, make pilgrimage to a sacred place of Hoeth)
[] A Fit Tower: You merit a place to call your own, where you can study the Winds of Magic to your heart's content, without either interruption or the worry that you are about to blast yourself and half the town into the Aethyr because someone bursts in at the most delicate moment. Magic being what it is, it would only be sensible to also mildly consecrate it to a god, though as a home you would not call it a real temple. Also, you are not wealthy enough to pay for everything, nor do you have the magic to consecrate the thing yourself, and so you will require backings and favors; at the least you will have to speak to your parents and the rest of house Snowmane (0/10 AP, Proc Beastly Heart, Proc Heaven Servant, one invested AP requires the investment of 10 Favors as well)
[] Study the Power Stone: Even the most simpering human wizard, running to their Dhar Daddy for aid rather than standing on their own two feet, could tell you about Power Stones: Magic folded in on itself until it becomes solid, a physical entity that can be touched and held and worked with and so on like a gem, a jewel. Good for crafting, nice and simple, a good way to hold power together. Having purchased one, you could study it: they might be basic, but you doubt they are useless. (0/3 AP, proc Primeval Fire for it will help you in your war against both Ghrond and the Druchii, Proc Heaven Servant since it is Azyr, can still be studied even if you use it in construction)
[] Study Ithilmar: Sky-Silver, it holds enchantments and magic like no other metal. You do not have a large supply of it, on account of not being in Caledor; further you are no true metallurgist, having instead chosen to study the Bestial and Heavenly magic. You are, however, Vardanis of Chrace, and so you do not surrender. (0/5 AP, Procs Heaven Servant)
[] Knowledge of Blackfang 2: You feel there are more secrets within the Book of Blackfang, ones just waiting to be learned… (0/12 AP, Procs Heaven Servant, Procs Primeval Fire, Proc Beastly Heart)
[] Study Starwood: The sacred wood is both light and hard, but more importantly all that is evil is banished by it. But why? Study it, and learn. (0/5 AP, Procs Heaven Servant)
[] Tethia's Help: The only reason Tethia is not quite an Archmage is…well it's not quite pure politics, but it's close. That does still mean though, she can pull strings to get you help or help you herself… (Costs 10 Chrace Favor for 1d2 Points of progress in research, may only be used for research, may have minor narrative effects)
[] The Bright Heart of the Asur: Go to Isha's Circle, and make supplication to the High Seneschal, and she shall teach you wondrous lore of the Mother Goddess, such things as a man should by rights know. Though all students of the White Tower learn the Boons of Isha, this shall be deeper and truer. (0/1, Unlocked through Brass Breaker, soothes Brass Breaker, introduce yourself, gain minor lore, gain Loremaster and Archmage Favors)
[] The Smith's Students: Go to Vaul's Anvil, present yourself before the Blind, and learn to wield the Golden Wind as Vaul Himself would. (0/1, Modified by Brass Breaker, Soothes Brass Breaker, Introduce yourself, gain minor lore, gain Loremaster Favors)
[] The Father's Son: Go to the Ellyrion Stone, and learn from the Disciples of Kurnous. They shall teach you to wield Ghur, to praise the hunter, to walk as your forefathers once did long, long ago before the making of things. They are like as not loathe to share such lore with you, a Chracian, even one who cast out the Druchii. (0/1 AP, 15 Snowmane favors, 0/1, Unlocked through Brass Breaker, soothes Brass Breaker, introduce yourself, gain minor lore, gain Loremaster Favors)
[] A Spirited Journey: It is the way of Ghur to journey into uncivilized, wild places to find truth, meaning, value and virtue. You will do so, marking yourself and preparing yourself to head into the wild places and understand. (0/1 AP, ???, Gain Archmage/Loremaster Favors)
[] Study the Spear: See what you can learn of the spear without touching the damn Runes. (0/1 AP)
[] Methelian has requested to speak with you after you cast down the Druchii
[] Your parents, for they would thank you for saving their lives.
[] Your siblings, for there is conflict there.
[] The Beastwalkers are apparently having a gathering soon, and for all there is some tension between the White Tower and the Old Magics, they do not really hate you; at worse they are condescending elders convinced that the youth and all things new are worthless. And you are a wielder of Ghur. Therefore you have the permission to go.
[] Ythil would like to speak with you, surprisingly enough not about the Druchii but about the spear and seeing it returned to the Dwarfs.
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Moratorium for 24 hours.
V118-127
Fire and blood and death and—
You burst out of your covers, landing ready to fight on the floor. Your heart beats like the lion's paws on the hard dirt, and your muscles are tense as by instinct you feed them Ghur though oddly your hair grows longer too. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are—not trapped in Khaine's realm, not bound in chains and presented before the Druchii, not dead out of some hackneyed attempt to show that actually that murderous king of the Underworld is necessary.
But home.
Safe.
Impossibly, incredibly, astoundingly, you've saved your kinsmen. You've saved many lives. You've driven out the Druchii. By all rights, you've won.
There's only one, slight issue now…and you're staring at it.
The Runespear.
You have not examined the Runes therein, for there is nothing the Haclad have to teach you except new ways to murder. But even to have it in your possession is to, in a sense, invite calamity for who is to say their Ancestors are not already shoveling visions to their depraved kings to try and reclaim it, now that the Druchii are no longer sheathing it under the malice of Anath Raema? Should you try to return it, would they even let you explain before trying to kill you, and dying themselves for their efforts? And if you simply give it to the Long March, who is to say they will not simply attack them instead of you?
But that…that pales in comparison to the new weight you've placed on your soul.
You swore war against Khaine. There are…consequences. You have slept poorly of late, your dreams tormented by visions of the Brass One, and of his puppets, and of the consequences. You do not regret it, you will never regret it…but you have entered the arena without sword or shield, and if you are to exit alive you have need of weapons and armor and knowledge.
Literally and figuratively alike.
You get up and put on a simple set of robes, amber over blue, and walk through the halls of the estate, heading towards the great doors.
You do not jump as you hear great paws slap down behind you. Whirling you see Indrast and Indrion, heads cocked, staring at you, their stomachs growling even at this late hour. You roll your eyes and gesture, and they lope out in front of you onto the city streets. By rights at this hour there should be nobody on the streets—
Except of course, that there are. You see shadowed figures on the roads, in the green and white and red buildings that surround the estate, everywhere, the glimmer of blades and glint of arrows giving away the game to you. Shadow Warriors of Nagarythe, employed by your parents to ensure no assassins manage to enter in their quest for vengeance. You doubt they will manage to stop everyone, but then, even just what they can do is hardly nothing.
You let out a slight burst of magic, to ensure they know who and what you are, and walk towards the forest, just to think and to clear your mind.
And to plan, of course, always to plan.
What your next move should be.
The most straightforward, of course, would be to further examine the temple. If you would wage war against a king, it seems only fitting that in turn you should be near and dear to an Emperor yourself. The power of Asuryan defied the Four once upon a time…surely it can defy one, now? And to understand the temple is to understand Him, to grow closer to Him, to grow nearer and dearer to Him.
More mundanely, sources of Celestial Chalcedony are rare, and valued as strong material for Azyr crafting. To give such a source to the White Tower, even a small one, would earn you no small number of favors.
But there are other powers in this world you could turn to.
Vaul hates Khaine. Hates his servants. Hates his cult. Hates and hates and hates. And though He does not, yet, rise up in rebellion against the one who savaged and enslaved Him, the gods and elves are one and the same and so you know in His heart of hearts Vaul would be free of Khaela Mensha. If he was not necessary to fight Chaos, Vaul likely already would. But His cult has no such compunction, and furthermore there is nothing the Druchii Khainite's like more than kidnapping Asur followers of Vaul and emulating to them what Khaine did onto the Smith, for it seems there is no depravity they will not fall to, no cruelty that will satiate them. To that end, Vaul's priests have learned many ways to fight off Witch and Assassin and Disciple alike and many an overconfident Druchii straight from Har Ganeth has learned that the Blinded Ones are not such easy prey. The Caledorians keep His temple near and dear and close, and though they do guard it, it is far from impossible for even the commons to enter, never mind a mage who casts Druchii from sacred Ulthuan, who saves army and kinsmen and princes and dragons alike. They will let you study.
Isha once was kidnapped by Khaine, to be sacrificed as a weakness that could not, ever, be afforded again. Though Vaul sacrificed Himself to save the Mother Goddess, She has never forgotten; and it is unlikely she will ever forgive, for Khaine will not seek it. So twice did She incarnate Herself onto this world, once to Asur, and to the Everqueen; and later, much later, to the Asrai as Ariel. Defenses She created too, the Handmaidens of the Everqueen so that none could attempt to attack Her in Her mortal weakness, bind Her, keep Her, take Her, as he once did and so Isha sought out lores to defy him, to break him, to cast down his servants, and spread them to Her cult. Isha's Circle is safely nestled in Avelorn, and is regarded as a sacred place by every Elf; further no politics interfere, for all of Avelorn's rivalries lay outwards, with the Dwarfs who burned the forests, and the Druchii who slay the Handmaidens, and the Slaves to Darkness that serve the ultimate foe. They will teach you.
Kurnous knew His beloved was kidnapped by Khaine, and moved to fight him; and fought him, and was cast down and nearly slain but for the deeds of Vaul, noble Vaul, Vaul the Craftsman, who sacrificed everything because it was the right thing to do. Kurnous broods in His forest now, waiting the day when He can repay Vaul His honor and Khaine his cruelty. He sharpens His spear and His skill upon good quarry. By rights, as wielder of Ghur you should have already taken in much lore of Kurnous, except that His temple, the Stone of Ellyrion, lies in Ellyrion. The Cult in Ellyrion, of course, believes that Chrace is where Asuryan threw Anath Raema's body as He cast Her out of Heaven, and not the truth, which is that she was thrown into Ellyrion and that is why so many damn beasts brood there. But you cannot deny that that is where the deepest lore of the Cult resides, and that they would not have taken you before your victory against the Druchii, against Anath Raema, against many and more.
Or of course, you could visit the Towers of the Winds in fair Saphery, as much fortress as shrine and as much library as castle. His knowledge is great, His love of justice vast; further He has worked against Khaine before, scattering his rings to the four corners of the world.
Focus: Both of your focuses are currently soothed. You have 5 AP currently available.
[] Arming the March: The Long March always, always, always needs more weapons, more armor, more everything for its soldiers: not everyone can march to war armed with Wyraza Drengul, after all. It would please all of Chrace to show your wealth and power by sending yet more enchanted weapons out, though you lack the supplies for more advanced construction as yet. (Requires at least 1 AP, Chrace Standing, Favors)
[] Bits and Bobs: There are treasures lurking within the forests of Chrace, oddities and rarities and so on. You doubt anything too special, short of things going very awry, but you could use whatever you find the next time you are called on to create something special. (Requires at least 1 AP, Gain Craft Materials)
[] Avelorn Remembers: Few Asur have anything but disdain for the Haclad; but the searing contempt, the burning vitriol, the sheer, unmatched loathing that pours out like a tide every time one so much as breathes the word beard around the Avelornians is unmatched. The reason is as simple as it is enraging, even for you: after you left the Colonies, the Dwarfs burned every forest they could get their hands on, killed every spirit that did not return to slumber, and sullied the rivers with their industry, all for the sake of naked spite. And the Avelornians, ever attached to the natural world, felt it all. To say there is bad blood is to say "water is wet," "fire burns," and "the sky is blue."
Naturally the Seneschals of the Everqueen have a number of games and activities to prepare for the next time you must face the murderers (they have always been evasive about who they see as starting the war) so that you do not need to abandon your allies ever again. These same games do not please Cothique and Eataine, for it makes the already tense happenings that come to pass when Haclad and Asur merchants interact in Araby and Ind even worse, but the prize is rather substantial: a power stone and according to rumor knowledge in how to construct them to Avelornian standards, friends among the oldest kingdom of Ulthuan, and for you in particular, a good word given by an Archmage, which could be helpful in growing your abilities. (Requires at least 1 AP, gain Avelorn and Archmage favors, definitely Avelorn standing and possibly Archmage standing, Power Stone and Power Stone research bonuses, Lose Eataine and Cothique standing and favors, if you would like to get this done you will need to do it soon (pre turn 15) since you are starting to get a bit long in the tooth for it)
[] A Gift for the Prince: As the daughter of Prince Firemane, Tethia could help you present a gift to her father the Prince of Chrace though there are certain standards expected of who he will accept gifts from in turn. Your immediate family is of course supportive of the idea; however the broader House will need to be brought around. It will, however, certainly increase your standings with the higher levels of Chracian society at least. (Requires at least 1 AP, Chrace Favors and Standing, opened)
[] Facing the Lions: Conveniently, there is a lion currently prowling about eating the cattle of farmers and other such troublesome behavior. You hardly intend to race into the affair, that being a good way to die, but you can face one, somewhat stubborn, animal, and see it brought down. (0/4, Gain 1 White Lion Pelt to either wear as is or use in construction, +1 Chrace Standing, no Favors, Procs Beatly Heart)
[] Spreading and Codifying: You did a pretty damn good job creating Rebuke of the Warp; honestly you could just about just write it down and get plenty of credit, for there is not a mage alive who would not like to strike at corruption and for all it draws on the Emperor of the Heavens it is not so bound to it that it cannot be modified further. You could do some of said refinement yourself, of course, and make your job even easier. (Requires at least 1AP, Gain Standing and favors from Saphery, Loremasters, Archmages, further AP will increase the number of Kingdoms providing Favors and Standing rather than the amount of favors and standing provided for any single group, is high T1 as not battlemagic but still very useful)
[] The Guard Calls: A message has arrived in the manor, intended for you, from Eataine—or more specifically, from the temple. It seems that the Phoenix Guard was somewhat impressed by the blade you forged for Methelian, and so they have requested you forge some halberds (and armor, if you felt like it) for the guard. Nothing too fancy however, for none of them are intended for the Anointed, the truly blessed of Asuryan, so apparently not that impressed. There is also a small chance they may want to discuss what you saw in the temple, for all you have not really revealed it as yet. (0/2 AP required, Proc Heaven Servant, gain Eataine, Cult of Asuryan Favors, Standing)
[] The Noble's Request: The Noble of Tiranoc, Ultha, has apparently discovered an appreciably old, if not truly ancient, enchant suit of armor and would request aid from a mage not seeking to swindle her of her meager fortunes to restore it to function, in the hopes that it might allow her to claim the title of Princess. Though she is not truly rich, she is respectable and esteemable in Tiranoc, and her word supporting you as an honorable man, would not go awry. (0/5 AP, Gain Tiranoc Standing, Favors)
[] A Request For Aid: The Norscans have been attacking the coast not massively more than usual, but somewhat; an extra attack every other week. Where? Well just about everywhere. So you will let Asuryan guide you where you need to go. (1AP, tutorial campaign to work out kinks ideally, Proc Primeval Fire, gain standing and favors with random Kingdom, possibility to Network)
[] Tethia's Journey: Tethia has requested your help hunting down the Druchii Hekarti has pointed her at. She will go, eventually, without you, though is not quite sure when, but if you said you were ready, she would be more than confident enough to right then and there. (1AP required but more can be invested, will launch Druchii battle, Procc Primeval Fire, They say conflict is a path to growth)
Research & Development
[] The Art of the Armor: All Loremasters prepare armor for themselves. It is uniquely balanced between all eight Winds of magic; not properly enchanted per se, any more than you might call a leaf enchanted because it is full of Ghyran. Only just…prepared, made ready to be what it is and fit for one who would bear the full power of the Winds within themselves. And of course there is the matter of making it fit for the wearer. You could learn it yourself…or you could simply ask the Loremasters for their assistance in such training. It is necessary, and prudent, if you would truly surpass the Sorcesses of Ghrond, of Morathi; that or the true secrets of Qhaysh. (1/5, -20 Loremaster favors, create generic suit of heavy armor which still allows you to cast spells, further progress along the path of the Loremaster though you still are not "stuck" as it were, unlock option to forge a proper suit, Proc Primeval Fire)
[] The Mastery of Four: One may not simply mingle four Winds. It requires the truest clarity, the greatest focus, comprehension and understanding to perform successfully. It also, however, allows one to turn their magic even more precisely to absolute skill and ability. Advancing along this path will allow you to surpass the Sorcesses of Ghrond, for you will throw yourself into it. (1/5, Unlocked thanks to gaining standing and favors, does not lock you onto the path of the Archmage, is however a step on it, -20 Archmage Favors, Proc Primeval Fire)
[] The Runestone: The Shadowlanders keep a tight grip on their Runestones but even they cannot fault you for examining what was taken from the Druchii. Strange, arcane stones bearing symbols of power in Eltharin, they are most notably used by Nagarythian mages, Shadow Weavers, to help them dispel the magic of the enemy and that is something you are not uninterested in. (0/3, Procs Primeval Fire, may overflow)
[] Elemental Puissance: The material manifestation of magical energy, Elemental Magic is simple and straightforward and powerful for it. How difficult can it be to understand, truly? You understood Lightning before you understood the Heavens, after all. (Pick one Wind, begin project to learn Elemental form of that Wind, 0/4, may only begin one such project a time)
[] The Metaphor, the Mystic: The Winds Mystical are that which holds the metaphor of the Winds. It is regarded as a more sophisticated and truer expression of magic by many in Ulthuan, though not to a foolish extent. You are well acquainted with it, many of the spells the White Tower teaches regarding Ghur rely on it and it is near to Cardinal in some ways.
(Pick one Wind, begin project to learn Mystical form of that Wind, 0/4, may only learn one such Wind at a time, currently working on no Winds)
[] Mastering the Beast Within: You already know Wyssan's Wildform; but there are other, more, spells of war, spells of battle, locked within the Wind of Ghur. It is dangerous, but you may learn them, work to study them, and then unleash them when the time is right, like a bolt released from a thrower. (Will begin project to learn Battle Magic Spell from Lore of Beasts, will enter Learning Turn to decide precisely which spell, Procs Beastly Heart. Only one may be worked on at a time. May overflow
Possible Spells:
-Pann's Impenetrable Pelt, 1/6 AP
-The Amber Spear, 0/8 AP
-Curse of Anraheir, 0/8 AP
-Savage Beast of Horros, 0/8 AP
-Transformation of Kadon, 0/12 AP)
[] Beastwalker Business: The Beastwalkers do not really like the wielders of Ghur within the White Tower. They regard you as too civilized, too touched by the trappings of society, too attached to the ephemeral matters of mortal civilization. Because soap is bad, apparently. The fact remains, however, that not only did you manage to stop the mutated beasts pouring out of the Annuliis when they either did not care or could not do so, you are the only one who has really advanced notes on them if they should return. Perhaps you could speak to them of such matters? If nothing else the Loremasters are always happy to gain new lore for the tower. (0/5, Gain ??? Loremaster Favors, Gain ??? Loremaster Standing, Who knows where interacting with the other magical traditions of Ulthuan might lead, procs Beastly Heart, may overflow)
[] A Remedy: Rebuke of the Warp is a strong thing, a relatively simple spell for anyone capable of wielding Hysh and Ghur for a task otherwise difficult if not impossible. But by that same token it hardly turns you into the next everqueen: aye, you can heal discolored fur and extra horns, but the truly deep damage, the major kind, extra "true" limbs or a second head or something mad like that, are beyond you. For now. But with sufficient advancement as a mage, is it truly beyond you? (0/5 AP, reduced by the massive Overflow from last turn, Procs Beastly Heart, Procs Primeval Fire, Soothes Focus, currently locked, requires advancement along either Archmage or Loremaster Path, Produces T2 Battlemagic Spell, Overflow will make it easier)
[] The Scroll of Challenge: Ythil has given you a scroll protected by potent magics that promises much, gained by your great ability. To understand it will be difficult, but the potential rewards are not to be denied, nor ignored. (1/5 AP, gain Archmage favors and Standing, overflow unknown)
[] A Worthy Staff: Your walking stick keeps exploding because you keep sticking magic into it. It is starting get annoying, dangerous, and worst of all, expensive (it is, after all, fine work you do.) So why not build your own staff, out of something a bit more substantial than mere oak? If nothing else you could soak it in magic so it is a bit more used to it. (Requires at least 1 AP, enter crafting turn)
[] Writing It Down: You managed to get to the heart of what had been done to the beasts of the Annuliis, but your results were sloppy and unfocused, as perhaps is to be expected of one who had not even mastered wielding two magics at the same time yet. Now that you have, at least, that you could go back and reexamine them and write what you see; the farmers of Chrace have what they need, after all, but the Archmages may be interested. If nothing else it will be further data for the effects of Warpstone on flesh. (Requires at least 1AP, Will Proc Beastly Heart, Will Proc Primeval Fire, Will gain Archmage Opinion and Favors)
[] An Order: You have an order you would like to make for a reagent. (Cost: 0 AP, TX X 5 Snowmane Favors, 1-3 Turns depending on reagent rarity, may not order T-5s, Ithilmar however is available as are Power Stones (Both T2))
[] Creating A Spell: You really wanted to wait until you had mastered your magic further but it seems that if you keep waiting you will never do this. Two Winds can make a fine enough spell anyway. Creating a spell, a good spell--hell, even a merely acceptable one--is an excellent way to make friends with both the Loremasters and the Archmages. For the Chief Archivist has powerful friends, and it looks good for him to expand the archives. (Cost: 1 AP to Begin, Gain Favors from both Archmages and Loremasters, Will begin Spell Creation Tutorial)
[] Preliminary Results: A secret, Golden Age temple to Asuryan? Recording what you can of that will make you many friends with both the Loremasters, the Archmages…and the Priesthood of Asuryan. Though the Priests in Eataine do have an aesthetic focus on His Fire, they recognize each of His aspects, and are likely to be interested in, if nothing else, a story describing His nature they do not otherwise have, as well as, potentially, another source of objects or entities blessed by Him. Of His magic. All will be happy with you, and that is a rare thing indeed. This will also include writing down what little you have discerned of the Anoqeyån that coats the walls and doors, the floors and ceilings, of that place. (Cost: at least 1 AP, more AP will result in a better end product, gain favors and Standing from Loremaster, Archmages, and Cult of Asuryan, this will reveal it properly to everybody rather than the current rumors that are floating around)
[] The Inner Chambers: The deeper parts of the Temple no doubt hold secrets of their own. More magic, deeper magic, secrets long since forgotten. The things of ancient days, the things that lie unknown. What is it? (-LOCKED, 1 / 8 AP Invested, must further advance magic through Loremaster or Archmage training, will proc Heaven Servant)
[] The Touch: Asuryan Himself has shaped your Windsight, sharpening it to see the touch of His foes, the better for you to fight them, to face them; but it is, as yet, unshaped, raw, if potent. Study it, master it, strengthen it. (0/6 AP, procs Heaven's Servant)
[] The Egg: You have discovered an odd egg in the temple. Its physical shell is prismatic, as it is in your Windsight; but etched into the magic of it is yet more of the odd Anoqeyån, in particular a looping sentence, simple, indeed almost childlike, but potent:
Bajneth Alu Kuryin.
Roughly?
Oathlord denies __.
But then, you always did enjoy spending time among the birds more than you did studying linguistics. Your Anoqeyån is not subpar, but it is not that impressive, either. In any case, you may as well study it. And you have no idea what the devil Kuryin could be.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
(1 / 8 AP, Procs Heaven Servant, Proc Beastly Heart)
[] The Towers of the Winds: You worship and belove Asuryan, but Hoeth has proven Himself a worthy patron as well, insofar as you are a mage. It would behoove you, therefore, to make pilgrimage to the towers of the Winds: fortresses, yes, but also great repositories of lore of the Winds of Magic as separate things that serve a greater whole, as well as fine ritual sites, reinforced to banish the Daemons. They are sacred to Hoeth, and bear a spark of His presence as well. (1AP Required, Proc Heaven Servant on account of Cadai, Proc Beastly Heart since there are towers dedicated to both Ghur and Azyr, make pilgrimage to a sacred place of Hoeth)
[] A Fit Tower: You merit a place to call your own, where you can study the Winds of Magic to your heart's content, without either interruption or the worry that you are about to blast yourself and half the town into the Aethyr because someone bursts in at the most delicate moment. Magic being what it is, it would only be sensible to also mildly consecrate it to a god, though as a home you would not call it a real temple. Also, you are not wealthy enough to pay for everything, nor do you have the magic to consecrate the thing yourself, and so you will require backings and favors; at the least you will have to speak to your parents and the rest of house Snowmane (0/10 AP, Proc Beastly Heart, Proc Heaven Servant, one invested AP requires the investment of 10 Favors as well)
[] Study the Power Stone: Even the most simpering human wizard, running to their Dhar Daddy for aid rather than standing on their own two feet, could tell you about Power Stones: Magic folded in on itself until it becomes solid, a physical entity that can be touched and held and worked with and so on like a gem, a jewel. Good for crafting, nice and simple, a good way to hold power together. Having purchased one, you could study it: they might be basic, but you doubt they are useless. (0/3 AP, proc Primeval Fire for it will help you in your war against both Ghrond and the Druchii, Proc Heaven Servant since it is Azyr, can still be studied even if you use it in construction)
[] Study Ithilmar: Sky-Silver, it holds enchantments and magic like no other metal. You do not have a large supply of it, on account of not being in Caledor; further you are no true metallurgist, having instead chosen to study the Bestial and Heavenly magic. You are, however, Vardanis of Chrace, and so you do not surrender. (0/5 AP, Procs Heaven Servant)
[] Knowledge of Blackfang 2: You feel there are more secrets within the Book of Blackfang, ones just waiting to be learned… (0/12 AP, Procs Heaven Servant, Procs Primeval Fire, Proc Beastly Heart)
[] Study Starwood: The sacred wood is both light and hard, but more importantly all that is evil is banished by it. But why? Study it, and learn. (0/5 AP, Procs Heaven Servant)
[] Tethia's Help: The only reason Tethia is not quite an Archmage is…well it's not quite pure politics, but it's close. That does still mean though, she can pull strings to get you help or help you herself… (Costs 10 Chrace Favor for 1d2 Points of progress in research, may only be used for research, may have minor narrative effects)
[] The Bright Heart of the Asur: Go to Isha's Circle, and make supplication to the High Seneschal, and she shall teach you wondrous lore of the Mother Goddess, such things as a man should by rights know. Though all students of the White Tower learn the Boons of Isha, this shall be deeper and truer. (0/1, Unlocked through Brass Breaker, soothes Brass Breaker, introduce yourself, gain minor lore, gain Loremaster and Archmage Favors)
[] The Smith's Students: Go to Vaul's Anvil, present yourself before the Blind, and learn to wield the Golden Wind as Vaul Himself would. (0/1, Modified by Brass Breaker, Soothes Brass Breaker, Introduce yourself, gain minor lore, gain Loremaster Favors)
[] The Father's Son: Go to the Ellyrion Stone, and learn from the Disciples of Kurnous. They shall teach you to wield Ghur, to praise the hunter, to walk as your forefathers once did long, long ago before the making of things. They are like as not loathe to share such lore with you, a Chracian, even one who cast out the Druchii. (0/1 AP, 15 Snowmane favors, 0/1, Unlocked through Brass Breaker, soothes Brass Breaker, introduce yourself, gain minor lore, gain Loremaster Favors)
[] A Spirited Journey: It is the way of Ghur to journey into uncivilized, wild places to find truth, meaning, value and virtue. You will do so, marking yourself and preparing yourself to head into the wild places and understand. (0/1 AP, ???, Gain Archmage/Loremaster Favors)
[] Study the Spear: See what you can learn of the spear without touching the damn Runes. (0/1 AP)
Social
Independent of Plan and requiring no AP, lest Vardanis should lose his mind
Independent of Plan and requiring no AP, lest Vardanis should lose his mind
[] Methelian has requested to speak with you after you cast down the Druchii
[] Your parents, for they would thank you for saving their lives.
[] Your siblings, for there is conflict there.
[] The Beastwalkers are apparently having a gathering soon, and for all there is some tension between the White Tower and the Old Magics, they do not really hate you; at worse they are condescending elders convinced that the youth and all things new are worthless. And you are a wielder of Ghur. Therefore you have the permission to go.
[] Ythil would like to speak with you, surprisingly enough not about the Druchii but about the spear and seeing it returned to the Dwarfs.
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