DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
Hey- I have been wondering this for a while but is there a reason why our martial is +19, rather than our full martial?
The bonus is half-martial.Hey- I have been wondering this for a while but is there a reason why our martial is +19, rather than our full martial?
The bonuses have always been half of whatever the relevant skill is. It doesn't matter what type of enemy we're facing.The bonus is half-martial.
Possibly to reflect the fact that we're facing tougher enemies? I don't know.
Followers of Nurgle(at least in Fantasy, not sure about 40k) actually genuinely appreciate their illnesses. In that sense, Nurgle doesn't ignore the opinion of his children, he simply changes it.
Do normal parents not try to teach their children social norms, mores and family traditions?
As for their needs? Nurgle might not fix your hunger by giving you food, but he does make sure you're no longer hungry... by removing the need to eat altogether.
Nurgle's children "need" normal things the way regular kids need candy. And he instead gives his kids toys(plagues) before telling them to go outside and play with(infect) their friends(victims).
Sure, some potential kids also refuse to sign the adoption papers and refuse to go into the unmarked white van to chloroform/morphine the pain away, but those naughty children are blatantly rejecting his solution. And they aren't his children yet anyway.
Dude at this point our Greatswords have seen some serious shit
Dude at this point our Greatswords have seen some serious shit
Bar in OstlandOh I know but still needs to be said every now and again to reinforce it.
I have to wonder when they swap stories with the other greatswords at the electors meet when they are of duty if any of them believe the shit they have seen and done.
I guess the Army of Ostland Solider was drunk under the table at this point having been trading stories with the greatsword.Bar in Ostland
Soldier of the Army of the Forest: "My Unit encountered and fought a Band of 1000 Goblins once!"
Soldier of the Army of the Range: "Pffft... We had to deal with 500 Greenskins supported by Trolls."
???: "Amateurs."
Soldier of the Army of the Range: "What was that?!"
Ostland-Greatsword (turns around to them): "AMATEURS."
This is Ostland, so no surprise there.I guess the Army of Ostland Solider was drunk under the table at this point having been trading stories with the greatsword.
That much was obvious by the way you didn't include a 'Diggy Diggy Hole' joke.
Grass types weak to Ice!Then, Natasha breathes deeply, pausing where she stands, before letting loose a blast of freezing air. Just as you suspected, the moment the wave of cold hits the wood spirits, they falter. Some dryads slow in their movements, others slump, their energy clearly leached from them, while still a few others stop moving entirely. A number of the fey are similarly affected, though some appear are not.
People keep asking Freddy this. Hehehe"Why aren't they dead yet!?" You hear the shrill screech of the same plaguebearer as before from somewhere within.
This. Not only are Frederick and Natasha in there (close family friends and important allies), but it's the forces of Nurgle attacking their next door neighbors. It'd be like if Ostermark's capital was suddenly invaded by a force of undead/nechrach vampires. Frederick would come in screaming in fury. And the Army of Ostland would essentially be going "LET ME AT 'EM!"Freddy, Freddy, Freddy.
This is Nordland.
All Sunweaver has to do is name drop Nurgle and she will be ready to literally fight just for the opportunity.
Because you and your so-called "Gods" aren't dead yet. Once you and they are dead I will be able to finally get some damned sleep!""Why aren't they dead yet!?" You hear the shrill screech of the same plaguebearer as before from somewhere within.
Lumberfooooooooootttttttt
"Your defiance will amount to nothing! Die! Decay! Rot! All for NURGLE!"
Yeah seriously, the Plaguefather must really HATE us at this point.
Even more impressive that Freddie shortens that to one forceful: >>DIE<<"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Elector Counts, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Chaos, and I have over 3 confirmed daemon perma-death kills. I am trained in drunken warfare and I'm the top swordsman in the entire Empire. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me behind an army of daemons? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of elven archmages across the Old World and your soul is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Empire and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo."