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IIRC it took Freddie two years to heal from his drinking competition with Bugman. Even with the light of summer he still had to give his liver a break.
Yhanna Sunweaver is a enabler and must be stoppedThat is half the reason why we got the healing item, so Freddy wouldn't have to worry about alcohol poisoning/most human aliments keeping him down.![]()
Only cause ripping it out and growing a new one would have upset Nat.IIRC it took Freddie two years to heal from his drinking competition with Bugman. Even with the light of summer he still had to give his liver a break.
I'm half expecting to discover that we grew a spare liver and didn't realize it.Only cause ripping it out and growing a new one would have upset Nat.![]()
At least Frederic raised his children by explaining to them that since they don't have magic healing tools, they shouldn't imitate him in his alcohol consumption, right?
I am one of these people.I stopped showing as many sparring situations because there were a few people saying it was a bit too gruesome for them IIRC, but they're still happening.
IIRC it took Freddie two years to heal from his drinking competition with Bugman. Even with the light of summer he still had to give his liver a break.
She had drunk during the wedding, of course. Everyone had. Even some of the priests, if she hadn't missed her mark in terms of observation. But even her husband drank far more than she herself did. Than most men she had seen other than weary soldiers and beaten down teamsters. But she did not remember the flavors much, all things considered. A lot had been on her mind at the time, and to be honest much still was. But the wine was comfortingly sweet and didn't make her choke like the ostka did. Or the Bugman's. It flowed down easily and warmed her belly, which was precisely how it was meant to go.
"So," Serhild smiled at her again while leaning forward, teeth bared but not unpleasantly, "What do you want to know?"
Sabine considered her, and all that she had seen.
"The drinking…?"
Serhild tittered and poured more wine into her glass. Which was, to Sabine's surprise, entirely empty. Rather than the small sip that she herself had taken, the other woman had completely drained her glass! Without her even noticing! A small pearl of coldness appeared in her warmed guts.
"Oh, there's all sorts of things to drink about, the Hohenzollern's just have a bit more to drink about than most – even in Ostland," Serhild drank her entire glass again as if it were nothing but water, "And in Ostland, that's saying something."
4. You're in luck, there's already a scene discussing that which has been written. It'll be slotted into the next non Everpeak Excerpt.
"Mmm…no. You need to go," Natasha eventually said, though there were faint notes of regret in it. "Boris will have all of the information you need."
Frederick blinked as he finished dressing, drinking another fourth of the pitcher on the way.
"Shouldn't he have retired by now? The man was two decades older than you when he got to Ostland."
With Natasha missing in action, and the current turmoil in Kislev. Would Boris and the Kreml Guard stick around protecting one of Natasha's kids or seek permission to return to Kislev, should probably be addressed.
You need to be very sure that your Jade Wizard won't miscast, that your nonlethal but gruesome eye injury won't turn into an instantly lethal brain injury, and so on.
I posit a theory.
Groin shots are considered perfectly sensible and ruthlessly appropriate combat tactics during Hohenzollern Sparring Sessions - because of course the enemy won't be genteel enough to skip their own lessons in The Blackguard's Guide To Improper Biffing.
On the other hand, taking those shots explicitly says you want Natasha, Serhild, and Sabine to go gloves off for a bit. Even if you don't. 😁
If the word has spread, perhaps via our magicians who must have some weird bar stories to tell when they return to thir alma mater time to time, in the not so big (More or less a few dozen thousand if you count the people affiliated but not directly magical I think?) magical community of the empire I can only imagine the reputation of the Hoenzolern family, even more within the jade order, it must be hilarious or worrying depending on your point of view.I would note that I use sparring as a blanket term, but there have been somewhat more controlled tests as well. The aforementioned femur cracking was, IIRC, something they did, for pain tolerance and exposure/experience purposes, not immediately into combat, just feeling it out...and then Grey Wizards showed up? And they had to get healed and stop. Generally, they go 'full contact' but also work with blunted weaponry, pulling, etc. when it comes to other stuff as well.
It is pretty concerning, yeah, to a lot of people.
At the same time, they didn't start where they are now. It ramped up as the Jade Journeymen got better and better, until they became Jade Magisters. Carlotta and Karl are actually not nearly that good when it comes to active combat, but they've become superlative healers instead due to focus and training.
And they don't do mega krash super pain training every day, but they do do pretty hard sparring daily though. Blood is shed daily pretty much no matter what, admittedly.
"I've had my genitals pulped by a hammer made of ice before, what of it?" - Frederick von Hohenzollern
"It wasn't pleasant dear, no, but that was the point of you using the morningstar like that." - Arthur von Hohenzollern
"No, no, you're right. And now you know what it's like to fire a heavy blastgun. How is your shoulder, Sabine?" Magnus von Hohenzollern
If the word has spread, perhaps via our magicians who must have some weird bar stories to tell when they return to thir alma mater time to time, in the not so big (More or less a few dozen thousand if you count the people affiliated but not directly magical I think?) magical community of the empire I can only imagine the reputation of the Hoenzolern family, even more within the jade order, it must be hilarious or worrying depending on your point of view.
He slaps the puppet with his free hand, causing it to rock slightly in its moorings.
"This is something of my own creation, and yet there is much that could be done to improve the training of the militia, of those who come to the temple to learn the art of war and battle," he slaps it again before looking back at you. "And it is not good enough. Tell me, the rumors of the Hohenzollern training, up in Wulfenburg, are they true?"
"Depends on the stories," you raise an eyebrow.
"Full contact, shedding blood and breaking bone, sparring in as many combinations as possible, with as many different weapons as possible, for hours, twice a day," he says promptly. "Grievously wounding one another in an effort to learn, to experience, to test one another as harshly as possible. With the aid of a Jade Wizard or two to keep you going."
"You're well-informed," you say, crossing your arms.
"Everyone knows," he corrects, shaking his head, "Just most everyone dismisses it as insanity, hearsay rumors."
"And you?" Urgdug asks, hands on his hips.
"I think it's a novel use of the talents of the Jade College," he shrugs.
You smell her before you see her, the door sweeping open to show the templar swiftly moving to the side. It is a somewhat familiar smell, like that you've smelled wafting off of Jade Wizards and Spellsingers and so on in the past. Of plant life, of crops, of rich loamy soil and the sweet breezes that summer and spring can sometimes bring. But there is something which rather oddly smells like the moss and black roses that are grown in the Gardens of Morr to it. As well as a strength you've only associated with Wolfgang and those who seem even stronger with the Wind of Ghyran and magic in general. A Wizard Lord, then, her presence and aura unmistakable before you see her walking through the door. Though she still retains the whites of her eyes, the irises are a vibrant, glowing green. Her shoulder length white hair is shot through with thick green streaks, but you're more focused on the fact that her staff is topped by what looks like a green crystalline blade. There is also what looks like a bandolier of knives across her chest.
"Boris," she says archly, one eyebrow raised. "What on earth does -," her snide words cut off as she catches sight of you and Urgdug, but contrary to normal expectations her eyes then remain locked on you.
Against your chest, the Light of Summer seems to glow ever so faintly in the presence of so much Ghyran. Her pupils visibly dilate as she looks at you, then down at the amulet, then to where Brain Wounder is strapped to your belt.
"I see," she says with a dryness mostly associated with Nehekhara's Tomb Kings, "Carlotta and Karl's patron, and that of others. The inspiration for…," she gestures at herself and then at the Eagle of the North. "This."
"How long has this been going on?" You ask, looking between the woman and the Myrmidian.
"Last year," she sighs, hand going to her forehead. "Let me guess, you wish to test your mettle?"
"I didn't-,"
"Oh not you, of course, Count Hohenzollern," she says quickly, shaking her head before glaring at Hirtzeller. "I meant him."
There is some heat in the look they exchange now, and not all of it is nearly as antagonistic. At the same time, Hirtzeller sputters.
"It's perfectly-,"
"I don't want to hear it," she snorts. "Is this happening or not?"
"So, how exactly are we doing this?" You say while cracking your neck and rolling your shoulders out. "I'm assuming first blood isn't going to be enough."
"Of course not!" Hirtzeller chortles, hopping lightly and swishing his spear about. "Until surrender or being unable to live without aid from the good Lady Grünrinde!"
Said 'good Lady' makes a noise of such contemptuous disgust you'd imagine her to be looking at a dung collector's full wheelbarrow. Hirtzeller just smirks again at her, which makes the Wizard Lord roll her eyes. According to her, she's only been contracted since the past year, but the contrast between their relationship and the relationship between the Jade Wizards contracted to Ostland couldn't be more different. That and the fact that you swear that when she drifted close by you to take up a space under the awnings you could definitely smell the black roses grown in the Gardens of Morr makes you just a bit uneasy around her. Not even Wolfgang, who helped heal you many times in Karak Ungor managed to make your hackles rise like this Grünrinde woman.
Freddy didn't had the light of summer at the time; the drinking competition was just after the Vampire War (turn 15), whereas the light of summer was won just before Karak Ungor (turn 23)IIRC it took Freddie two years to heal from his drinking competition with Bugman. Even with the light of summer he still had to give his liver a break.
Now I kinda of want to write an omake about Freddy and Bugman having a rematch, both starting completely sober.Put another way, long ago in-game he won the drinking contest by technicality against Bugman due to the Brewmaster pre-gaming so heavily. He would not, necessarily, require that advantage if they tried again.
This scene was a lot of fun, Hirtzeller (who leads the cult of Myrmidia) is a total bro, and he was a cool reminder than Frederick does still have martial equals in the empire, even if they're almost exclusively national leaders.
Now I kinda of want to write an omake about Freddy and Bugman having a rematch, both starting completely sober.![]()
The grand kids generation is so worrying lmfao. Like Tasha is right, Ori can't do everything Karola doesn't want to, especially with a family with the reputation as the Hohenzollerns have. But Tasha won't be elector countess while Karola will (unless bad things happen, which is unlikely) and Ori covering for Karola's weakness is ultimately a good thing.
- Tasha asserting dominance amongst the rest of the younger Herd, exerting seniority and experience in lighter youth spars, as well as in general. Some children are fine with it, some are not. Karola is upset that the others are listening to Tasha more than her, especially because Tasha is so much more casual with violence and pain - she did grow up largely taught by Frederick, Natasha, and the Engineers as much as the literally emotionally incapable Anna. Ori attempts to correct this, only to lose to Tasha in sparring, while Tasha informs Ori that she can't just do everything that Karola won't, to which Ori is uncomprehending and asks 'why not'. Tasha can't answer her and just helps her up.
I think Tasha actually would have an answer, and it would be because Anna no longer has the visceral block to prevent her from telling Tasha about Karak Ungor, even if she censors it a bit. Combine that with Tasha's hard earned academic prowess and growing skill at managing people via the herd...