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[X] DD on Amulets
The problem to me is simple.
Do we want the Great Maw anywhere near us?
The problem to me is simple.
Do we want the Great Maw anywhere near us?
Massgamer
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Well can we use the Ogre Mercenaries (if we can get them) that know gut magic to be payed to help clean up Nordland by using it on the corruption?
We do not want the Great Maw I was just curious of what it was capable of compared to the other gods of the world.
[CANON] Aid (For 'Guns of Nuln') - Sage_of_Eyes
Sage_Of_Eyes
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Aid 'Omake for Guns of Nuln'
Farek would be lying if he ever said that he did not wish to be in battle for his country.
Though many would misconstrue Farek's thoughts as patriotic fervor, as most Ostlanders have been swept up in a fervor to rally against chaos, his reason for wishing to die in battle was wholly another.
Namely the fact that traveling upon water, even the relatively calm river Talabec, caused his stomach to attempt to murder him every time he consumed food. His roiling stomach rumbled and rumbled, pushing upwards the food he consumed until he could no longer will himself to keep his food within his body.
As such, upon reaching the docks of Nuln, Farek looked forward to a few months of diplomacy and negotiation with the nobles of Nuln for troops armed with powerful weaponry. Most assuredly, the recruiter believed he shall be able to rest easy for at least a month's time before having to drive himself to the bone in order to requisition the needed men.
"You there! Ostlander!"
Only a combination of exhaustion and confusion stopped Farek from snapping at the man you called to him, and to instead turn and look to the man who stopped him from carrying out actions that would allow the recruiter to finally rest after the journey.
Farek looked up to the man who called upon him.
And up.
And up.
The man's face was hardset as though formed from solid steel with only hammer, Farek could only wonder what sort of weapons can possibly scar such a man of impossible vitality. The immense man was dressed in ornate armor Farek knew would leave him immobile had he worn it as well as send his family into debt for generations upon purchase.
However, what made the giant of a man the most memorable was the golden hammer at the man's side, the massive red, furred coat lined with scripture, and the mark of Sigmar, which Farek has prayed to all his life, boldly placed upon the man's chestplate.
Breaker of Chaos, Champion of Sigmar, Hero of Man, Dwarf friend, Elf friend.
Magnus the Pious, the Emperor.
Before Farek could speak, prostate himself, apologize for the mere thought of snapping at the man who was well beyond all else…
The Emperor inclined his head with a fist against his chest before Farek could do any such thing.
"Ostlander, I extend my deepest regret to you for not providing aid against the foul forces of Chaos in Nordland. My own land is rife with strife, some of my own allies, my men unable to head to battle and I cannot leave them as well."
Farek wondered why none of the titles included 'Humble'.
Just as that thought crossed Farek's mind, the giant of a man stood straighter and seemed to exude regality.
"I have failed my role as Emperor, and now your Count sends for aid with gold that shall come to my coffers and thus my aid!" The Champion of Man merely proclaimed his earnest thoughts, yet to Farek and possibly all others saw not a man but a selfless saint. "Come, Ostlander! I shall see to it your negotiations with Nuln shall end this very day and with any willing man sent with you to your homeland!"
The thought of leaving upon the river in the same day he arrived did not hamper Farek in the slightest.
A/N: Just Magnus being AWESOME.
Farek would be lying if he ever said that he did not wish to be in battle for his country.
Though many would misconstrue Farek's thoughts as patriotic fervor, as most Ostlanders have been swept up in a fervor to rally against chaos, his reason for wishing to die in battle was wholly another.
Namely the fact that traveling upon water, even the relatively calm river Talabec, caused his stomach to attempt to murder him every time he consumed food. His roiling stomach rumbled and rumbled, pushing upwards the food he consumed until he could no longer will himself to keep his food within his body.
As such, upon reaching the docks of Nuln, Farek looked forward to a few months of diplomacy and negotiation with the nobles of Nuln for troops armed with powerful weaponry. Most assuredly, the recruiter believed he shall be able to rest easy for at least a month's time before having to drive himself to the bone in order to requisition the needed men.
"You there! Ostlander!"
Only a combination of exhaustion and confusion stopped Farek from snapping at the man you called to him, and to instead turn and look to the man who stopped him from carrying out actions that would allow the recruiter to finally rest after the journey.
Farek looked up to the man who called upon him.
And up.
And up.
The man's face was hardset as though formed from solid steel with only hammer, Farek could only wonder what sort of weapons can possibly scar such a man of impossible vitality. The immense man was dressed in ornate armor Farek knew would leave him immobile had he worn it as well as send his family into debt for generations upon purchase.
However, what made the giant of a man the most memorable was the golden hammer at the man's side, the massive red, furred coat lined with scripture, and the mark of Sigmar, which Farek has prayed to all his life, boldly placed upon the man's chestplate.
Breaker of Chaos, Champion of Sigmar, Hero of Man, Dwarf friend, Elf friend.
Magnus the Pious, the Emperor.
Before Farek could speak, prostate himself, apologize for the mere thought of snapping at the man who was well beyond all else…
The Emperor inclined his head with a fist against his chest before Farek could do any such thing.
"Ostlander, I extend my deepest regret to you for not providing aid against the foul forces of Chaos in Nordland. My own land is rife with strife, some of my own allies, my men unable to head to battle and I cannot leave them as well."
Farek wondered why none of the titles included 'Humble'.
Just as that thought crossed Farek's mind, the giant of a man stood straighter and seemed to exude regality.
"I have failed my role as Emperor, and now your Count sends for aid with gold that shall come to my coffers and thus my aid!" The Champion of Man merely proclaimed his earnest thoughts, yet to Farek and possibly all others saw not a man but a selfless saint. "Come, Ostlander! I shall see to it your negotiations with Nuln shall end this very day and with any willing man sent with you to your homeland!"
The thought of leaving upon the river in the same day he arrived did not hamper Farek in the slightest.
A/N: Just Magnus being AWESOME.
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The Great Maw is a god, but one who is physically present in the material world.
So, in a way, it is one of the most powerful beings that exists and able to easily affect the world, because it has all its power HERE.
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Depends. If we hear about a warboss by the name of Gorbash and his trusty assistant/shaman/priest/I can't remember, Wazog, then we might be in for some trouble.
Wherever they go, there's probably going to be a vanguard of dark elf assassins/small army. A vanguard that is going to go out of their way to make sure the WAAAGH!! is one of the biggest threats around. Although we'll probably only have to worry about that if we find any High Elves.
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
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Don't assume that things will go anything like canon.
I am simply giving a warning of possible threats.
For all I know, the elves may never show up, or the dark elves might actually keep their alliance with the orks, or we may have an all out battle royale on our hands at some point.
The possibilities are endless, and that is something to be afraid of in Warhammer.
Yeah, Khorne will also swear himself to pacifism, and Slaneesh will become a goddam nun.
Let me rephrase that then: the dark elves might NOT decide to screw Gorbash and company over and keep them around as their muscle for a little longer than they did in Battlemarch.
I'd make a comparison between Thorgar and Kasquit, the Skaven leader in Mark of Chaos, but Thorgar was an unorthodox Warlord to begin with and Kasquit was desperate to survive.
That was old Khorne, who could still be considered somewhat decent back then.
He would actually be disappointed if you gave him the skulls of the unworthy, like civilians and the weak.
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so Dungeons the dragoning is the Original gods!!!? the hell?!
Is there a 2nd Personal Action, or was there only supposed to be 1?
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
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Ah... yes. Yes it is right there.My bad, I totally overlooked that!
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My bad, I totally overlooked that!
To be fair, I'd totally wear Steel-Frost Armor.
Heretek
Techpriest of Tzeentch
Maybe we can get some of that through a joint project with our wife sometime. It'd be a fun research project if nothing else, a good way to unwind.
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Is this the same 'recruitment-guy' Farek?Aid 'Omake for Guns of Nuln'
Farek would be lying if he ever said that he did not wish to be in battle for his country.
Though many would misconstrue Farek's thoughts as patriotic fervor, as most Ostlanders have been swept up in a fervor to rally against chaos, his reason for wishing to die in battle was wholly another.
Namely the fact that traveling upon water, even the relatively calm river Talabec, caused his stomach to attempt to murder him every time he consumed food. His roiling stomach rumbled and rumbled, pushing upwards the food he consumed until he could no longer will himself to keep his food within his body.
As such, upon reaching the docks of Nuln, Farek looked forward to a few months of diplomacy and negotiation with the nobles of Nuln for troops armed with powerful weaponry. Most assuredly, the recruiter believed he shall be able to rest easy for at least a month's time before having to drive himself to the bone in order to requisition the needed men.
"You there! Ostlander!"
Only a combination of exhaustion and confusion stopped Farek from snapping at the man you called to him, and to instead turn and look to the man who stopped him from carrying out actions that would allow the recruiter to finally rest after the journey.
Farek looked up to the man who called upon him.
And up.
And up.
The man's face was hardset as though formed from solid steel with only hammer, Farek could only wonder what sort of weapons can possibly scar such a man of impossible vitality. The immense man was dressed in ornate armor Farek knew would leave him immobile had he worn it as well as send his family into debt for generations upon purchase.
However, what made the giant of a man the most memorable was the golden hammer at the man's side, the massive red, furred coat lined with scripture, and the mark of Sigmar, which Farek has prayed to all his life, boldly placed upon the man's chestplate.
Breaker of Chaos, Champion of Sigmar, Hero of Man, Dwarf friend, Elf friend.
Magnus the Pious, the Emperor.
Before Farek could speak, prostate himself, apologize for the mere thought of snapping at the man who was well beyond all else…
The Emperor inclined his head with a fist against his chest before Farek could do any such thing.
"Ostlander, I extend my deepest regret to you for not providing aid against the foul forces of Chaos in Nordland. My own land is rife with strife, some of my own allies, my men unable to head to battle and I cannot leave them as well."
Farek wondered why none of the titles included 'Humble'.
Just as that thought crossed Farek's mind, the giant of a man stood straighter and seemed to exude regality.
"I have failed my role as Emperor, and now your Count sends for aid with gold that shall come to my coffers and thus my aid!" The Champion of Man merely proclaimed his earnest thoughts, yet to Farek and possibly all others saw not a man but a selfless saint. "Come, Ostlander! I shall see to it your negotiations with Nuln shall end this very day and with any willing man sent with you to your homeland!"
The thought of leaving upon the river in the same day he arrived did not hamper Farek in the slightest.
A/N: Just Magnus being AWESOME.