Warhammer Fantasy: A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism

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PeaterDuck12 said:
Wait did I misread this or did they have 2 black arks attack Nordland? If I'm being dumb then sorry. Cause Darn, I thought only 2 black arks were coming originally, glad Stephan and friends kicked the asses of their enemies.

Thanks for the great chapter Torroar! How well did Stephan and friends happen to roll in their quest?
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The Black Arks hit Ostland, the supporting fleets tied to those two Black Arks hit Nordland.
 
PeaterDuck12 said:
Wait did I misread this or did they have 2 black arks attack Nordland? If I'm being dumb then sorry. Cause Darn, I thought only 2 black arks were coming originally, glad Stephan and friends kicked the asses of their enemies.

Thanks for the great chapter Torroar! How well did Stephan and friends happen to roll in their quest?
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2 Black Arks + their escort fleets are involved in the assault on the Empire.

The fleets peeled off to distract and harrass Nordland. Per the update we see they are having a bad time.

The 2 Black Arks continued on alone to assault Ostland at Salkalten.
 
Anyways, the only way they're going to get to Salkaten in time is through the Worldroots I figure, and I'm not sure the Eonir, even if they're willing, would risk unprepared, average humans and human horses in the thousands.

So, real swell of Stephan to be thinking of us but I'm not expecting to see him.
 
Always happy to see Nordland and Stephen doing well. Is this the majority of the support fleet for the two Black Arks? We are still getting hammered at Salkalten but this will drastically reduce their naval presence and we can hopefully get backup.
 
Excellent. Next raiding season I wonder how many militias along Nordland's coast will be armed with secondhand Druchii swords?
 
EVA-Saiyajin said:
Anyways, the only way they're going to get to Salkaten in time is through the Worldroots I figure, and I'm not sure the Eonir, even if they're willing, would risk unprepared, average humans and human horses in the thousands.

So, real swell of Stephan to be thinking of us but I'm not expecting to see him.
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They were willing before during the Battle of Bone Gate, as they expect Freddy to have an army with him.
 
Nordland could get access to very impressive ships if they and the Eonir work together to help build a navy for the latter.
 
torroar said:
As one, the forces of Nordland, the Eonir, and Ostermark roared.

As one, the Druchii sagged.

They could not have known, not necessarily, but they were veterans of war and raiding. They knew what such a response from their enemies meant. Of course, it also helped that those notes rang out into the cold winter morning from the Sea of Claws itself.

Behind the landed and beached fleet of two Black Arks.
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What are they gonna call this in the rumor mills I wonder?

Miracle of the Northern Coasts?
The Great Druchii Denial?
My Big Bloody Trident Tour: Drowning Elgis with Elgis!
The Druchii Tide, Broken by A Squire of Tiranoc!

Massgamer said:
I just noticed this, and makes me wonder what the Ostermark quest is titled, a Dynasty of Faith and Stoutness?:p
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DYNATSTIC STOUT JUSTICE!

Aiel said:
Life Span of Freddy seems to be lining up to create a legitimate a potentially lasting bonds between the Order factions
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The Count of Ostland's Secret to Long Life! Hear it now from your local Sigmarite Lector to prove once again why Sigmar is the better God than Ulric!

torroar said:
He has one goal, one target: raising a large and powerful enough army to lay siege to the Silver Pinnacle itself and then tear Neferata's head off and shit down her throat.
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There's something to respect about the monomaniacal focus this man has sustained despite the odds. Keep up the grind king!
 
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I dont think that the Sakalken battle is going to last long enough for reinforcements to arrive via world tree root.

If our Ambers are getting waylaid and messed up by the Beasttide coming together, then at best we can expect the fresh Eonir and Nordland reinforcements to massively fuck that opening move before it finishes hitting critical mass.

Not a small thing, mind you. The forest between Ostland and Nordland is the biggest potential rallying point for hitting the Trident outside of the Middle Mountains, and consequently the most vulnerable due to the concentration of force in Sakalken right now.

If the Army of the Forest gets breathing room to coordinate defenses with the rest of the Province, thatll shift the opening movements of the beasttide extremely dramatically, especially if that Ostland-Nordland border switches from a hostile barrier to a proverbial port in the storm thanks to Laurelorn

Letting Ostland and Nordland focus their efforts entirely defensively and southwards will do a lot to let the Trident weather the Beasttide, and hopefully itll be enough that the garrisons left behind by the other provinces will prove sufficient to hold things together until the Everpeak siege is broken.

Hopefully
 
MoonSerpent said:
What are they gonna call this in the rumor mills I wonder?
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The Northern Distraction, because everyone else is busy with the Million Orc Waagh attacking the Everpeak.

You know, "the fight that actually matters". :V

I don't know if torroar rolls for minor details like that, but I do hope that the Southern Guy Who Dismisses the North from the Rumour Mills survives, last we heard he was one of the volunteers signing up to aid the Dwarfs.
 
Always Late said:
The problem isn't whether we weaken the Dark Elves or stir up some infighting. It's that we demand attention. Especially if we somehow blow up a Black Arc. If we somehow pull that off, the Beastmen will be the least of our problems.
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Malekith can't focus on us right now. Worst case scenario, the two arks make it back to port having fucked up Ostland, and extinguishing the Hohenhollernz line. They still fucked off when Malekith needed them to help him with Ulthuan. If we do blow both arks up. The Dark Elves are kind of fucked for a while. Black arks don't grow on trees and Ulthuan isn't gonna give Malekith time to breathe. We are going to be seeing dark elf assassins until the bloodline is ended but that's what the Grey Wizards are for.
 
I can imagine exactly what Druchi nega-quest is going through right now. Absolute salt that they failed to uphold the one of the greatest laws of war. Knowing is half the battle.

Oh sure, they sent in assassins, but I don't think they understood exactly what or who they were going up against. Some of that might even be the efforts of the Greys, but they absolutely failed to scout our defenses or account for the tactics of either Freddy or Stephan. So caught up in their tried and true methods and their own pride, the Druchi have put up a frankly poor showing so far. They might yet make a true mess of things in Salkalten, but with our reserves I feel confident in saying their offense has been blunted.

I guess the good news for the Druchi is that they've had that stick removed from their ass. Unfortunately it's been replaced with at least one Runefang.
 
Garlak said:
To be fair, if Aislinn blocks up a Black Ark or two himself, Malekith will be spoiled for choice on whether to go for us or Ulthuan. :V

My bet? He'll go for Eldyra first. Eldyra was the one who played a significant role in both the Ulthuan ousting of the Druchii and in coming to the Empire's aid; plus Eldyra has a personal connection to people on Ulthuan in the form of Tyrion, and to people in the Empire in the form of Freddy. (Also as a three-fer, Eldyra was present at Laurelorn and fought against the Avatar of Anath Raema.) That makes Eldyra the perfect person to target. The first target the Evil Overlord slays (or kidnaps) in order to show he means business and to goad the heroes to action and set them to racing to stop his evil plot as it reaches culmination.
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Godzillaslayer10 said:
Malekith can't focus on us right now. Worst case scenario, the two arks make it back to port having fucked up Ostland, and extinguishing the Hohenhollernz line. They still fucked off when Malekith needed them to help him with Ulthuan. If we do blow both arks up. The Dark Elves are kind of fucked for a while. Black arks don't grow on trees and Ulthuan isn't gonna give Malekith time to breathe. We are going to be seeing dark elf assassins until the bloodline is ended but that's what the Grey Wizards are for.
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I should've probably given my point some chronology context: I don't think Malekith is going to grab his best toys and kick the door In immediately. He's going to play with time, in many of the ways Godzillaslayer mentioned but with one key element to make it more dangerous.

When Malekith wants to tear down everything you've ever done, he takes his time, puts all the pieces of the board he may need in position, and doesn't let pride comprise his vengeance.

That's the central reason this whole mess is starting to go tits-up for the Dark Elves. They did their homework, they correctly determined the needed tools and battleplan to beat us… and proceeded to phone it all in like this was a working vacation. They didn't take this all that seriously, the humans are just dumb primitives who pose only a minimal threat to the masters of the world.

Malekith won't make that mistake, especially if he's lost a Black Ark. He won't make much trouble for Freddy and maybe even Magnus. But his kids, grandkids, and great-great grandchildren? Malekith is going to be gathering deeper, more intricate levels of information, mustering greater numbers of martial and mystical might, and preparing to turn Ostland and every friend of the Hohenzollern into a message. To the Elves and Dwarfs it may seem relatively recent. But Malekith will be planning around longer lifespans, degrees to which the Empire may have difficulty sustaining counters across generations.
 
Then I guess that means we'll need to consider Mal causing trouble for us going forward and choosing actions to mitigate the damage he could cause.

Cause like hell are we going to let that petulant momma's boy/elf! Darth Vader get one over on us.
 
torroar said:
GM NOTE: Have a bonus from A Dynasty of Salt and Blood, featuring protagonist Elector Count Stephan von Kessel.

A Dynasty of Salt and Blood - O' Thy Shores Running Red, Part 4​

"Into them!" Stephan roared, swinging Crow Feeder through the thorny wall of spears and shearing their deadly tips in a single rush. "Now!"

"ULRIC!"

"NORDLAND!"

"FOR THE EMPIRE!"

The entire army heaved and strained as his orders were carried out, but they most certainly were carried out. Just Stephan had suspected, the Druchii had been far too confident. They had plunged deep into his province, at first simply arrogantly but then angrily when they found that he had emptied the villages of their people and replaced them with cavalry. The reports from said cavalry, and more importantly the archers and handgunners rising sidesaddle with them, had been quite welcome indeed. The corsairs had raided the coastlines of the Old World and beyond for centuries, longer perhaps in the case of some of their veterans, but in all their time of raiding Nordland – for they most certainly had plenty of times for the fear to be ingrained in many – they had never done so while the Eonir were present. The Lady Dawnstone had sworn that the Druchii had infringed upon the sovereign territory of Laurelorn before, and been repulsed, and it certainly seemed so for all the relish that the Eonir had shown as they launched ambushes upon bands of corsairs and shades that had seen fit to try and stalk forward through the tree line.

From nearby, he could hear the bellowing of the Great Stag that Naraiel Dawnstone rode, the Glade Lord of Laurelorn herself entering the battlefield. She was not, of course, alone. Her people would not allow it. Instead, the mostly unarmored but undeniably swift steeds of the Eonir carried their riders to dance up to and against the Druchii lines, their riders lashing out with lances of their own. The shore was riddled with the bodies of the dead harpies, slain not just with some salvos from his handgunners and archers, but by the terrifyingly swift and unerringly accurate bows of the elves as well. All along the entire western flank, the enemy were faltering under the almost alien fury of the Eonir. On the right flank, the contingent from Ostermark were fighting as well as they could, given the circumstances, but by the comparison to his own troops and the Eonir they were not faltering so much as simply being left behind by the sheer momentum of it all!

"You come to my province!" Stephan shouted again. "You bring your chains! You bring your cages!? Well we bring you death!"

"DEATH!" His Greatswords and other nearby troops took up the call.

"DEATH!" Odelia screamed aloud from atop her horse, raising her staff and thrusting out her free hand at the same time.

An undulating tornado of flame erupted out of the heavens themselves and crashed down amongst the Druchii. At first, his love's efforts had been stymied by the handfuls of enemy's numbers. But as Stephan passed right past one of the half-naked Druchii on the ground, an expression of shock on her face and two Eonir arrows in each eye socket, he couldn't help but flash a fierce grin to himself. Odelia had been quite displeased with the enemy dispelling every attempt she'd made at contributing to the battle outside of her own sword, but now there was nothing but vicious glee on the Bright Magister's face as she defended her home. There was a muted thump and boom from somewhere to his right, Druchii flying into the air as one of the Warrior Priests of Sigmar brought not just their hammer down but a glowing twin-tailed golden comet as well. Given the sudden stumbling and tripping from both the Druchii and his own troops that he could see, it seemed a sizable crater had been left behind.

The air screamed with the sounds of cannon and handgun, the whistle and buzz of bow and crossbow, but so too did he hear the frenzied and outraged commands of the Druchii.

He might not have spoken Druhir, or proper Eltharin, but a minor grounding in Fan-Eltharin was providing him with more than enough. As near as any of their scouts, his and the Eonir's, the enemy had not brought a proper Dreadlord with them nor a Supreme Sorceress. Dire news indeed for Ostland, for all that it was a great boon for his own province. Stephan chewed at his lip in thought as he methodically hacked down ever more desperate Dreadspears trying to keep his troops back. He had no idea as to the condition of Ostland, but everyone had seen the damned Black Arks in the far distance as they'd shot past to the east at speeds that would beggar belief for any Imperial ship, with only their attendant fleets remaining behind and sailing towards Nordland. Which, in turn, meant that a tremendous amount of enemy strength was targeting his friend's home.

"Hurry up and die!" He spat, "We have places to be!"

But what pleased Stephan more than anything else was the sight of so many black sails ahead of him. Normally such a thing would be nothing more and nothing less than utter terror. A single one of those dagger ships could have spelled doom up and down the coastline, and over the years of his rule as Elector Count and that of the traitor Gruber and Stephan's father before that stretching back to the time before Sigmar, it had been the same. The Druchii had only ever been driven off in the entire history of the Empire, sometimes swiftly, and other times only after horrendous losses and multiple depopulated villages and hamlets. But that was the past, and this was today, and that fact brought an angry yet powerful energy to the whole of Nordland's army present. Righteous anger, stoked by so many years of raiding and losses, of enslavement of their people, was today being returned two-fold.

For today, it was the Druchii who were on the run.

Outnumbered.

Outmaneuvered.

Out. Of. Chances.

Up ahead, the rush and crash of the Sea of Claws was almost as loud as the pounding of blood in Stephan's ears and the boom of the artillery and handguns. Manann had blessed this battle, as had Ulric, for it was a razor cold wind that blew southwards practically pinning the Druchii ships to the shore that they had all landed at. That same wind, even now, blew at the backs of the Druchii as they were pushed back, back, back again. Even from here, Stephan could see as the furthest ranks of the Druchii as they literally bumped up back against their ships. Handbows and repeating crossbows let out salvo after salvo, but they were struggling to aim and arc their shots at this point, not to mention they were running dangerously low on ammo thanks to the cavalry skirmishers making them waste their shots early on. Some of the Druchii were outright stumbling and falling over as the waves splashed over their backs, knocking them about, their footing slipping in the churning rocky sands. Blood, Druchii blood, was mixing and reddening those sands, and the water beyond. A fine change of pace indeed.

"Count Kessel! Look!" One of the Greatswords cried aloud, pointing.

In an act of absolutely ridiculous horsemanship and skill, Stephan could only gape as he watched an entire contingent of Druchii cavalry rode from within some of the Druchii ships and out into the battle. The unnaturally raised and expertly trained equines literally leapt from ship to ship, hooves clattering against the dark wood, their obsidian black coats shining with sweat beneath the armor which sheathed them. Behind them, slower, but no less deadly, came true knights of Naggaroth. Nobles astride hissing, leaping cold ones, the lizards just behind the horses that were heartlessly being used to open up the way for them. Stephan immediately turned to Odelia, tugging her on the shoulder and pointing.

"We need them blunted! Now!"

"On it!" She nodded and clasped her hands together around her staff and raised it high.

A needle thin line of fire shot dozens of feet into the air before exploding at its terminus point. There, a giant arrow formed with what was unmistakably a galloping horse which slowly began to fade away, to be then replaced by a solid if incredibly thin square of fire. All in all, the signal barely lasted longer than five seconds. But it was more than enough. They had drilled this a thousand times, performed it in battle a hundred more. Horns went out, calls answered, and the entire 1st Army of Nordland roiled and shifted in accordance with their training. The moment the Druchii cavalry experts hit the sands, ready to try and collapse the human lines to allow their fellows to more properly retreat onto the ships, the line completely faded out and away – revealing quick marched ranged troops including more than a few bands of Eonir.

Centuries or thousands of years, Druchii or no, they remained yet light cavalry.

And when hundreds of bows, handguns, and crossbows sang in unison accompanied by a battery of rapid moving Ostland-forged Dash Cannons utilizing grape shot, that light cavalry died in their totality. Behind them, the more heavily armored but slower moving knights were peppered as well, their momentum broken before it could truly ramp up. Many of them still lived, however, and prepared to try and begin their butchers work regardless. Stephan could see no more, however, as he was busy ducking and raising up a shield to defend himself against a pair of corsairs desperately slashing and hacking at him, forcing him to step backwards. Or, at least, that was likely what the corsairs imagined. As his penetrating wedge was forced back, the Druchii were energized once more, some of them daring to laugh with sadistic glee as they joined up with the effort to bring the highly visible Elector Count down, concentrating more and more of their veterans forward. After all, if they brought him down, if they could slay the accursed Bright Magister who allowed such ease of communication with the army, there might yet be a chance for them to salvage the situation.

"READY!"

Which was when Stephan finished stepping back, slammed his shield outwards to give himself some breathing room, and the spearmen and pikemen who had been marshaling behind him stepped forwards. Suddenly, he was absolutely outlined from waist to head all around, the longer reaching weapons penetrating and killing droves of Druchii with a single joined stab. Next to him, Odelia clenched a fist, and brightly burning flames erupted upon those spear and pike points, adding even more ruinous damage to the Druchii who had let themselves be packed together to try and kill him in one final effort. More final than they would have expected, Stephan knew. Corsairs died. Dreadspears died. Bleakswords died. Executioners died. They died, and their bodies began to coat the ground. It was human feet, now, that were stomping and crunching over Druchii bodies as they continued to advance.

The Great Stag's unearthly bellow echoed out across the field again. Stephan chanced it, ducking back behind the spear line, and glanced to the west. There, outright standing atop it on her own two feet, was the Lady Dawnstone. He could not read her features from here, especially with her helmet, but he didn't need to. He saw enough as she hurled javelins with remarkable strength, each one puncturing right through the rushing Druchii, shields and all. She shouted something and pointed at a rolling altar of brass and black steel upon which sat a bubbling cauldron of blood and a trio of Death Hags. Uncaring of its wounds, or perhaps simply unbothered by them, the stag began to charge, ducking its head and skewering a half dozen more Druchii upon its horns as it went. It was not the first time he'd seen one of those damned altars, their effects horrifically potent indeed, but the Eonir had targeted them swiftly each time one had been revealed.

This time, it appeared it would be no different, for Naraiel drew a finger across her throat just before the Great Stag slammed into the mobile altar and knocked it onto its side. Unholy boiling blood splashed out of the cauldron out onto the ground, covering many of the Druchii and causing them to let loose pained screams as they died. Some screamed and were covered in glowing crimson energy, swelling in strength and power, but also a madness that Naraiel had explained as being lost to Khaine's bloodlust. A fact evidenced by those surviving and empowered Druchii immediately attacking everyone around them, including their own side. The Lady Dawnstone, for her part, threw another javelin at one of the Death Hags. The Bride of Khaine dodged, sneering as she did so, only for Naraiel to clench her fist and have the javelin explode outwards into razor sharp enchanted shrapnel which tore the Death Hag apart from behind. The other two leapt for the Glade Lord, only for her to kick one in the stomach and away, unsheathing her sword and decapitating the other. Before the third and final Death Hag could escape, or even attack, a quick snap of her fingers and a point had the Great Stag bring down both hooves atop the priestess to brutally mash her into paste.

And then horns rang out, a set of piping mournful yet vengeful notes.

As one, the forces of Nordland, the Eonir, and Ostermark roared.

As one, the Druchii sagged.

They could not have known, not necessarily, but they were veterans of war and raiding. They knew what such a response from their enemies meant. Of course, it also helped that those notes rang out into the cold winter morning from the Sea of Claws itself.

Behind the landed and beached fleet of two Black Arks.

From the Sea of Claws, a rolling fog bank which had been creeping up over the past half hour ceased to be maintained. Its purpose done, it ceased to billow outwards, and instead was left behind by those that it had been concealing all this time. From the fog, bursting outwards and surging forward at near breakneck speeds, came the First Imperial Fleet and every other ship that had been conscripted from across the coast of Nordland. At the foremost wolf ship, literally standing atop the snarling wolf's head ram, her hands clasped around her own staff and her chin raised high in a smugly superior sneer, was none other than the Yhanna Sunweaver herself. The High Spellweaver of all Laurelorn slammed her staff down thrice, and as the ships continued to advance, a number of other Spellweavers could be seen similarly placed amongst a number of the ships. Those able to perceive the Winds of Magic could see the sheer swell they had placed within the sails of the human ships, the more physical wind practically launching the ships forward as if each had been shot out of a ballista. The bare few Druchii ships that had managed to push off from the shore had not even the chance to begin wheeling about to try and make a proper fight of it. Desperate crews tried to man the bolt throwers on their ships, but those same bolt throwers had been smartly targeted on by cannons early on in this final phase of the fight. Those few that were left functional were collapsing the moment they exposed themselves to man the bolt throwers by the Waystalkers of Laurelorn, shafts of enchanted wood punching right through their armor.

Stephan raised Crow Feeder again, and gave the last order needed for the battle to be rendered over and done with.

"FORWARD! CRUSH! THEM! ALL!"
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So if the Druchii landed all across the province or at least at multiple places how much of the enemy forces are actually in the current fight because the battle seems to have gone from the Druchii landing on the coast to them being concentrated before all of their ships with all of the Imperial forces and their Elven allies pushing them into their fleet.

I guess my question is if this the last fight of that part of this campaign or is this somehow the only large fight that got fought in Nordland.
Still it's it good to see our boys and the relatively friendly Elves have done a good job beating on the Druchii.


Garlak said:
so that's why I mused on the possibility of Malagor going for some of Galrauch's descendants, or Galrauch himself
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Malagor is not I think dumb enough to challenge a Greater Daemon that is possessing a Dragon's Body, that sounds like a magic duel even he would lose.
 
Stewart9 said:
I guess my question is if this the last fight of that part of this campaign or is this somehow the only large fight that got fought in Nordland.
Still it's it good to see our boys and the relatively friendly Elves have done a good job beating on the Druchii.
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The way i read it (also its mini turn 4) Stephan used light Calv with guns/bows to harrass the Druchii as he pulled them away from the ships and after weeks he has forced them back towards their ships with minimal civilan damage done and the last of the Dark elf forces out of ammo and being litteraly crushed by Ulric tide
 
Honestly, as long as Malekith hears a lot about how there were Dwarven Ironclads and a shitton of Wood Elves helping the humans, I don't think we're gonna be like, on his radar to the point that we get a big ol' cold hearted multi-generational revenge plot dedicated to us. Like, Malekith isn't dumb, but he's still a prideful Dark Elf who's far more likely to believe that the elder races made the greatest contribution to our defense. We'll definitely be noticed by him to some degree if we manage to kill Dreadbringer and sink the Black Arks, but I don't think Mal will give us all the credit for that, if we even manage that too. Especially since the potential losses will likely just force him to forget about us and focus on a stronger Ulthuan offensive. Though I of course could be completely wrong about all of this too who knows lmao
 
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Malekith won't make that mistake, especially if he's lost a Black Ark. He won't make much trouble for Freddy and maybe even Magnus. But his kids, grandkids, and great-great grandchildren? Malekith is going to be gathering deeper, more intricate levels of information, mustering greater numbers of martial and mystical might, and preparing to turn Ostland and every friend of the Hohenzollern into a message. To the Elves and Dwarfs it may seem relatively recent. But Malekith will be planning around longer lifespans, degrees to which the Empire may have difficulty sustaining counters across generations.
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Time isn't on Malekiths side here, though.

The second the Waystone Project gets finished or shows signs of success at the Arcane Fulcrum then it will already be too late. If things go worst case scenario for Marienburg, this excursion may well be the weakest that Sakalken may ever be as a landing point from here on out.

The Elves simply will not allow it, and neither will the Dwarves. Especially should Barak Varr fail to arrive here in time to make a difference to that fight.

Malekith may operate in far greater time spans, but Ostlands already laying the groundwork for generational gains to transform the province utterly. That's actually a major instigating factor for the Beasttide in the first place.

If they dont strike and succeed now, then they'll never get a better chance. To the same, if lesser, degree than what the outcome of Albion was for the Fimir.

If even one of the Black Arks playing rearguard sinks, and one of them fails to return from Sakalken, then that's three Black Arks lost to the Druchii in a decade, not to mention the potential loss of Albion itself.

And if Ulthuan winds up taking Ostland seriously in the same way that the Eonir undoubtedly already are?

Like...we actually held back in prepping for the defense at Sakalken. If the Beasttide hadnt been considered a factor. If we had more time to deliberately build up at scale. If we had opportunity and knowledge of how to prep Sakalken for a fucking plurality of Black Arks?

Hell, if the Elves and dwarves did too?

Like, Malekith not only has to plan around regaining lost ground to Ulthuan. He'd need to do so while also scheming out a way to shake loose sufficient Black Arks to land them with any chance of success in order to make that statement.

Along with sufficiently competent Dreadlords to actually make sure that the attempt sticks.

Time doesnt just favor long lived individuals. Its also the ally of firmly built civilizations as well.

Edit: Freddie's children and the Herd are unironically Proof of Concept that his insane training regimen works in producing superior martial badasses. Meaning that the Hohenzollerns can reliably produce Hero units fully capable of matching enemy supercombatants. Maybe not a Freddy and Urgdug every single generation, but that matters less in the face of raw accumulation over time and generations.

Should the Trident survive and consolidate its gains, Ostland is only going to become stronger and stronger so long as it's well managed even without Freddie's reputation to give it cover to grow.
 
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Malevolo said:
The Odelia signal fires made me remember something that we actually can research, fireworks, signal fireworks.

Holy hell, Magnus with fireworks signals would be goddamn dangerous.
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Magnus already has Bright Wizards. We on the other hand could copy/patent fireworks.
Turn its application into something we can use to further show our dominance vs Nuln.
Doubly so when the twins come home and tell us of Cathay.

Flashbangs, earmuffs, and shotgun doctrine.
We've seem how effective grape shot and blastguns are vs fleshy targets in tight spaces.
We've seen how well fireworks, explosions and the combination can be used to overwhelm senses.
Now all we need is to put it all together turn it into a nice portable package for the detriment of our foes.
Urban deployment, Street sweeping and trench warfare will never be the same.
 
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