MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
The main quandry is Alysa is taking steps to increase her control so we need to increase the chaos at least enough to dissrupt her, before pulling the trigger and attempt the retrieval and escape.
Warhammer Fantasy: A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism
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I agree, we need to keep interrupting her attempts at consolidating power. But our options are limited right now. The arenas are likely heavily guarded and our allies need black powder bombs to destroy the pyramids. That is why it would be a real breakthrough if they run into Johanna, since it could help widen our options.
mhmm...
How much of an improvement would wing-suits be to Ulthuan navy as a technology?
Discussion of how that would come to be is a diffrent topic.
Thou honesly it would probably be hepled along by Everqueen
How much of an improvement would wing-suits be to Ulthuan navy as a technology?
Discussion of how that would come to be is a diffrent topic.
Thou honesly it would probably be hepled along by Everqueen
We could probably arange a duel bettwen Frederic and Caledor bane son. Sure exact plan would need better overhaul that than, but it should be an option we do have.
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Probably non-existent. They have mages and multiple flying options superior.
Wing-suits would likely increase the number of flying options, and be easier to deal with logistically.
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
They are elves, they can tame demi-griphons (horse butt, not cat butt) easily. Unless we can get planes working they will have always a better option.
Maybe of we manage to finagle a set of lenzes to make more useful binoculars they can take a crack at it and help in the aerial observation.
In the end the Asur are arrogant but it's more of "we are not been proven wrong" kinda of arrogance.
Maybe of we manage to finagle a set of lenzes to make more useful binoculars they can take a crack at it and help in the aerial observation.
In the end the Asur are arrogant but it's more of "we are not been proven wrong" kinda of arrogance.
[CANON] The way to a ladies heart is through the stomach - AllenWalker
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Omake: The way to a ladies heart is through the stomach
Urgdug Greatbellow had faced down all manner of foes across his life, everything from zombies to skaven to giants. He had marched through plague infested lands where everything was poisoned, fended off marauding beastmen while his brother Frederick charged into the fray, even taking over a Maw worshiping clan of ogres as impromptu reinforcements during the retaking of Karak Ungor. He had even been eaten by an undead dragon, an experience so unpleasant that he never wanted to do it again.
Had ripped the wings of a bloodthirster. Had seen over what might be considered a generation of Ogres that lived free from the grip of the maw and the slaughter masters.
And yet right now, Urgdug's meaty heart was thumping like a stampede of wild mammoths. His breath was fast and nervous, skittering around the kitchen way faster than what was recommended for someone of his size. Plates of towering food teetered on the verge of collapse, he kept having to weave from side to side lest they collapse.
Some of this stuff was meant to be eaten hot, but the majority was better served cooled. The cooked boar was the main attraction, but the flock of charbroiled chickens, piles of cakes, and the set of ribs made a nice compliment, with the piles of cakes acting as dessert. Fruit stacks were appetizers, breaded wings were too, so were eggs and bacon and cheese and bread and-
Urgdug stopped himself and exhaled. Calming down was important for any plan, whether it be charging into a skaven and goblin infested Karak or cooking up a feast.
He had pestered these nice halfling ladies for months - no matter how much they insisted that he wasn´t a nuisance, he knew how annoying it must have been to teach someone as big and rough as him the finer aspects of cooking - so he couldn´t fail now!
He had, of course, always known some of the basics of cooking, but he wanted more than just the basics for his little butterball! It would have been trivial to buy things, he was most likely the wealthiest ogre in all of the empire, but that just wouldn´t be the same!
No, he wanted to cook tasty good food both he and Cherag would enjoy!
Lowering the plates, Urgdug resisted the impulse to give one of the wings a last taste test. By no means was he a professional chef, but when he put his mind to something he did not give up. He mastered reikspiel, learned how to command with tactics, he even learned how to farm - the later in preparation mostly. By comparison, halflings teaching cooking was simple.
Easy? Absolutely not. But complex? Not at all, not when he put his mind to it.
This meal was good, he knew it. He trusted in his new abilities, the teachings of the halflings, and how much Cherag would love this.
Though maybe just a quick outside opinion wouldn't hurt…
Shaking his head, he packed the basket with some essentials, just a few chunks of cooked meat and bread. A small snack for the outing.
Stepping out of the kitchen he set aside, he offered quick acknowledgments to the guards along his way. Wulfenburg castle was calm today, Frederick was away on business with the family. Things were quiet, which considering the things that happened here over the years, was usually a good sign. Or a sign that things were about to turn into a storm of violence. Urgdug was pretty sure that it was the former today. Hopefully.
Outside of the walls was the forest, long ago pruned of some of the nastier things haunting the Old World's wilderness, though it was always possible a beastie had migrated in. So while it was relatively safe, it wasn't advisable to go out alone.
Humans rather. Ogres had few such worries, even ones who had gone native were bigger and tougher than most threats stalking these woods.
Of course, a Maw worshiping ogre wouldn't be any better for the area. Those ones would kill anything that posed a threat, devour any and all scraps of meat that could be caught, and when the land had nothing else to give they would move on. The idea of leaving enough for the future was a foreign concept.
Urgdug recognized that he was mentally distracting himself, he was still nervous. His anxiety spiked when he saw her waiting by the forest's edge, sharpening a knife until she spotted him.
Cherag Flourbelly Steakripper. An ogress as large as him, as wide, as strong. She could match him blow for blow, she could cook a feast, she could-
He quivered like an ogre half his age. Gods, he loved this woman.
Cherag smiled, standing up to sheath her blade as well as pick up her club. "You're early. I was expecting you to come by later."
"I just had a couple things to check. Nothing urgent." Urgdug smiled, noticing how her eyes fell on his basket. "Just some snacks."
"Hehe, I appreciate it. Those shouldn't be necessary though, there's signs of a bear in the woods." She hefted a club, he did the same with his. It was his backup, he wasn't taking that dwarfen made masterpiece out for a leisurely hunt. This was still a few hundred pounds of steel and wood, more than enough to turn any common foe into mush.
"Ready when you are." He invited her with a smile.
Cherag laughed, fortunately turning away before his sappy grin was visible. This was her idea, a little jaunt in the woods to unwind after the chaos lately. He agreed wholeheartedly.
Following her into the woods, Urgdug mimicked her careful steps as they left the beaten trail. He was watching the ground for tracks or signs, trying oh so hard to keep his eyes off her round form, the meaty thighs, the plump-
"See anything interesting?" Cherag laughed, he groaned and blushed.
It wasn't long before they found tracks, clawed footprints in the mud a little ways from the castle. While she traced its path he checked the distance from here to the castle, mentally grimacing. The Hohenzollerns were tough beyond imagination, but the idea of a bear harming them, especially the children…
The sun was high overhead when Urgdug heard something in the distance. Directing Cherag, they crept closer to the source of the sounds, finding a small cave deep into the forest. There he saw it.
A small dark furred bear, panting as it dragged a small mauled animal towards the cave. There he saw a couple smaller bears hobble out, mere cubs letting out cries as they swarmed the larger bear.
Urgdug exchanged a look with Cherag, and they both withdrew.
Enough time had passed, Urgdug decided it was time. They dug into the basket along the way, he smiled at how Cherag chowed down on the meat, and especially how she did a double take after taking a bite.
"This tastes different. I like it, but it's different. Did they do something to it?" She raised a brow.
Urgdug grinned. "Oh, 'they' did something alright. Come, lunch is ready."
When they returned to Wulfenburg Urgdug waved down a guard, quickly relaying what they saw. Never hurts to be safe after all.
Upon closing in on the kitchen, Urgdug simultaneously grinned and sighed in relief when he saw that the reinforced table he asked for was outside, complete with a cover. It was bare save for some utensils, just like he wanted. Beaming with excitement, he cut in front of Cherag and gently pushed her towards it, seeing her raise a brow again.
"A moment. Take a seat. Yes I know-" he interrupted her when she protested. "No cooking for you today my love. Please, sit. I'll be a moment."
"Alright…" Cherug looked a little puzzled but also a little eager, seating herself.
Setting aside his club, he darted inside way faster than an ogre his size should go, a quick check seeing that the food was still warm. In fact there was a little extra, a big cake was on the countertop that he didn't bake, with a little note by the side.
You did great, here's a bonus. He recognized his teacher's handwriting.
"Thank you." He whispered, squaring his shoulders. It was time.
Scooping up a mass of plates, Urgdug carefully balanced the delicate load out of the kitchen, with the cake having his hand all to itself. All so he could get a great view of how Cherag widened her eyes, surprise filling her expression as he laid out the first course.
"Urgdug…" she roamed her eyes, glancing sideways for his nod, then took an experimental bite of a chicken leg. "Its great."
"Thanks, I made it myself." Urgdug fetched another course, taking a seat when he returned. "Please, dig in."
"Why, well, thanks, but…" she waited until he sat down to devour a cooked fowl.
"Please, I'm happy to cook. You make feasts for me and the others so much, its time you had someone serve you." Urgdug smiled, swallowing a whole set of ribs without really tasting it.
What mattered was seeing Cherag taking a bite of the cake he made, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when she hummed in delight.
The weather was nice. The forests had no beasts worthy of concern. No armies assailed the castle, no cults of deranged monsters were making trouble. The Hohenzollerns were no doubt having a great day as well.
Cherag had the most beautiful smile, oh how Urgdug loved her.
Authors Note:
Happy valentines day everyone. Have urgdug and cherag going on a date. Of @torroar Various omake prompts, this one felt right to bring out today
Urgdug Greatbellow had faced down all manner of foes across his life, everything from zombies to skaven to giants. He had marched through plague infested lands where everything was poisoned, fended off marauding beastmen while his brother Frederick charged into the fray, even taking over a Maw worshiping clan of ogres as impromptu reinforcements during the retaking of Karak Ungor. He had even been eaten by an undead dragon, an experience so unpleasant that he never wanted to do it again.
Had ripped the wings of a bloodthirster. Had seen over what might be considered a generation of Ogres that lived free from the grip of the maw and the slaughter masters.
And yet right now, Urgdug's meaty heart was thumping like a stampede of wild mammoths. His breath was fast and nervous, skittering around the kitchen way faster than what was recommended for someone of his size. Plates of towering food teetered on the verge of collapse, he kept having to weave from side to side lest they collapse.
Some of this stuff was meant to be eaten hot, but the majority was better served cooled. The cooked boar was the main attraction, but the flock of charbroiled chickens, piles of cakes, and the set of ribs made a nice compliment, with the piles of cakes acting as dessert. Fruit stacks were appetizers, breaded wings were too, so were eggs and bacon and cheese and bread and-
Urgdug stopped himself and exhaled. Calming down was important for any plan, whether it be charging into a skaven and goblin infested Karak or cooking up a feast.
He had pestered these nice halfling ladies for months - no matter how much they insisted that he wasn´t a nuisance, he knew how annoying it must have been to teach someone as big and rough as him the finer aspects of cooking - so he couldn´t fail now!
He had, of course, always known some of the basics of cooking, but he wanted more than just the basics for his little butterball! It would have been trivial to buy things, he was most likely the wealthiest ogre in all of the empire, but that just wouldn´t be the same!
No, he wanted to cook tasty good food both he and Cherag would enjoy!
Lowering the plates, Urgdug resisted the impulse to give one of the wings a last taste test. By no means was he a professional chef, but when he put his mind to something he did not give up. He mastered reikspiel, learned how to command with tactics, he even learned how to farm - the later in preparation mostly. By comparison, halflings teaching cooking was simple.
Easy? Absolutely not. But complex? Not at all, not when he put his mind to it.
This meal was good, he knew it. He trusted in his new abilities, the teachings of the halflings, and how much Cherag would love this.
Though maybe just a quick outside opinion wouldn't hurt…
Shaking his head, he packed the basket with some essentials, just a few chunks of cooked meat and bread. A small snack for the outing.
Stepping out of the kitchen he set aside, he offered quick acknowledgments to the guards along his way. Wulfenburg castle was calm today, Frederick was away on business with the family. Things were quiet, which considering the things that happened here over the years, was usually a good sign. Or a sign that things were about to turn into a storm of violence. Urgdug was pretty sure that it was the former today. Hopefully.
Outside of the walls was the forest, long ago pruned of some of the nastier things haunting the Old World's wilderness, though it was always possible a beastie had migrated in. So while it was relatively safe, it wasn't advisable to go out alone.
Humans rather. Ogres had few such worries, even ones who had gone native were bigger and tougher than most threats stalking these woods.
Of course, a Maw worshiping ogre wouldn't be any better for the area. Those ones would kill anything that posed a threat, devour any and all scraps of meat that could be caught, and when the land had nothing else to give they would move on. The idea of leaving enough for the future was a foreign concept.
Urgdug recognized that he was mentally distracting himself, he was still nervous. His anxiety spiked when he saw her waiting by the forest's edge, sharpening a knife until she spotted him.
Cherag Flourbelly Steakripper. An ogress as large as him, as wide, as strong. She could match him blow for blow, she could cook a feast, she could-
He quivered like an ogre half his age. Gods, he loved this woman.
Cherag smiled, standing up to sheath her blade as well as pick up her club. "You're early. I was expecting you to come by later."
"I just had a couple things to check. Nothing urgent." Urgdug smiled, noticing how her eyes fell on his basket. "Just some snacks."
"Hehe, I appreciate it. Those shouldn't be necessary though, there's signs of a bear in the woods." She hefted a club, he did the same with his. It was his backup, he wasn't taking that dwarfen made masterpiece out for a leisurely hunt. This was still a few hundred pounds of steel and wood, more than enough to turn any common foe into mush.
"Ready when you are." He invited her with a smile.
Cherag laughed, fortunately turning away before his sappy grin was visible. This was her idea, a little jaunt in the woods to unwind after the chaos lately. He agreed wholeheartedly.
Following her into the woods, Urgdug mimicked her careful steps as they left the beaten trail. He was watching the ground for tracks or signs, trying oh so hard to keep his eyes off her round form, the meaty thighs, the plump-
"See anything interesting?" Cherag laughed, he groaned and blushed.
It wasn't long before they found tracks, clawed footprints in the mud a little ways from the castle. While she traced its path he checked the distance from here to the castle, mentally grimacing. The Hohenzollerns were tough beyond imagination, but the idea of a bear harming them, especially the children…
The sun was high overhead when Urgdug heard something in the distance. Directing Cherag, they crept closer to the source of the sounds, finding a small cave deep into the forest. There he saw it.
A small dark furred bear, panting as it dragged a small mauled animal towards the cave. There he saw a couple smaller bears hobble out, mere cubs letting out cries as they swarmed the larger bear.
Urgdug exchanged a look with Cherag, and they both withdrew.
Enough time had passed, Urgdug decided it was time. They dug into the basket along the way, he smiled at how Cherag chowed down on the meat, and especially how she did a double take after taking a bite.
"This tastes different. I like it, but it's different. Did they do something to it?" She raised a brow.
Urgdug grinned. "Oh, 'they' did something alright. Come, lunch is ready."
When they returned to Wulfenburg Urgdug waved down a guard, quickly relaying what they saw. Never hurts to be safe after all.
Upon closing in on the kitchen, Urgdug simultaneously grinned and sighed in relief when he saw that the reinforced table he asked for was outside, complete with a cover. It was bare save for some utensils, just like he wanted. Beaming with excitement, he cut in front of Cherag and gently pushed her towards it, seeing her raise a brow again.
"A moment. Take a seat. Yes I know-" he interrupted her when she protested. "No cooking for you today my love. Please, sit. I'll be a moment."
"Alright…" Cherug looked a little puzzled but also a little eager, seating herself.
Setting aside his club, he darted inside way faster than an ogre his size should go, a quick check seeing that the food was still warm. In fact there was a little extra, a big cake was on the countertop that he didn't bake, with a little note by the side.
You did great, here's a bonus. He recognized his teacher's handwriting.
"Thank you." He whispered, squaring his shoulders. It was time.
Scooping up a mass of plates, Urgdug carefully balanced the delicate load out of the kitchen, with the cake having his hand all to itself. All so he could get a great view of how Cherag widened her eyes, surprise filling her expression as he laid out the first course.
"Urgdug…" she roamed her eyes, glancing sideways for his nod, then took an experimental bite of a chicken leg. "Its great."
"Thanks, I made it myself." Urgdug fetched another course, taking a seat when he returned. "Please, dig in."
"Why, well, thanks, but…" she waited until he sat down to devour a cooked fowl.
"Please, I'm happy to cook. You make feasts for me and the others so much, its time you had someone serve you." Urgdug smiled, swallowing a whole set of ribs without really tasting it.
What mattered was seeing Cherag taking a bite of the cake he made, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when she hummed in delight.
The weather was nice. The forests had no beasts worthy of concern. No armies assailed the castle, no cults of deranged monsters were making trouble. The Hohenzollerns were no doubt having a great day as well.
Cherag had the most beautiful smile, oh how Urgdug loved her.
Authors Note:
Happy valentines day everyone. Have urgdug and cherag going on a date. Of @torroar Various omake prompts, this one felt right to bring out today
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D'aww....hit me right in the feels. 🥰
Makes you want to go and hug, kiss, and cuddle that special somebody, doesn't it? I know I will. 😘
Though she'd probably kill me if she thought I was associating her with an ogre. 😅 (I'm not, it's simply that mushy lovey dovey stuff is always my jam).
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Massgamer
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So damn cute and wholesome!
Any Maw ogre would have gladly killed the bear and its cubs for a quick meal, but those taught the rules of sustainability and such thanks to Esmeralda, Taal, and Rhya recognize when one shouldn't eat something for the longer term health and meal potential in the future.
Those cubs can grow big and strong later if given the chance to grow, making them great potential meals the while also contributing to the circle of nature.
Also a nice little note about just how different Imperial Ogres have become from their eastern kin.
Any Maw ogre would have gladly killed the bear and its cubs for a quick meal, but those taught the rules of sustainability and such thanks to Esmeralda, Taal, and Rhya recognize when one shouldn't eat something for the longer term health and meal potential in the future.
Those cubs can grow big and strong later if given the chance to grow, making them great potential meals the while also contributing to the circle of nature.
My arm...feels like it's healing. I tried out a 150lb row instead of 210lb, and my arm didn't explode, but I'm still being very ginger with it.
I would like to be able to write more than agonizingly slow. That whole Druchii post, like 1k, took me way too long. We'll see how things go.
And as I stated in the PM, @AllenWalker a very sweet piece of writing
I would like to be able to write more than agonizingly slow. That whole Druchii post, like 1k, took me way too long. We'll see how things go.
And as I stated in the PM, @AllenWalker a very sweet piece of writing
Massgamer
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Take your time and heal up. We'd prefer you at 100% rather than push yourself and risk further injury after all.
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Torroar, for the love of God and i mean that in the kindest possible sense, slow down.
I'm not lying when i say that not knowing when to stop lead to me being crippled for my wholr life. I don't know your situation, but please.
Nothing is worth lifelong never ending pain.
Nothing.
You can always train again, write again later.
For explanation, i got a pm going with torroar to make sure my posts and omakes are doda lore accurate
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I care for you and want you to be well and content. Please take care of yourself.
iggyfan
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I'm a bit confused by this part. I was under the impression that Wulfenburg's castle was inside the city walls. How could a bear reach it?
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
He might be talking about his own castle? Maybe? I can't remember if the land we gave him had a castle or not.
iggyfan
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We gave him a town.
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The walls he is talking about when he is saying forest outside of the walls are the city walls
Dmol8
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Take your time and make sure you are taking enough exercises before moving up with the weight.
How many times do you even lift that 150lb weight? 10? 20? 30?
I'm using a 3kg/6.6 pounds weights and do like 75 lifts in like 2-3 minutes. And then if I can I reverse grip it and do 75 more lifts. I'm more focused on function over mass though so what I do to exercise might not fit what you are trying to do with your exercises.
Hey I got a question, I read awhile back on some comment that our tech level, is gonna hit a plateau at civil war level?
Is that true? I'm sure this was said in a thread mark, to be fair; there's a lot an I don't know which one to pick. So this is the only place I go to ask.
Is that true? I'm sure this was said in a thread mark, to be fair; there's a lot an I don't know which one to pick. So this is the only place I go to ask.
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
It's kinda weird.
Basically is very hard to the empire really industrialize, we punt some dents on some of these issues that will pay off in the future but some issues will not go away, wich basically will diver the Imperial tech tree in a quite schitzo-tech territory leaning more on renascence punk with some sprinkles of steampunk, at the same time most of the troops in will still be running on Napoleonic startegy because the fancy toys are bottlenecked by engineeris wich are hard to train.
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Below is a quote from March 28 2018 (Turn 27 Results equivalent/2331 IC)
It's been around 13 years in-game since then.
Technology is on a soft cap on the technology level. This is still Warhammer Fantasy, technology can leap around and above in diagonals, as it can in RL (deathspinners, and doomspheres). There are the vaporcyclers which would fill that niche the players noticed they could use for scouts and early detection, plus faster communications. A military charge with vaporcyclers is doable too. Once the players complete the research on the vaporcyclers. But, the QM does not want to accelerate the technology curve as they did that in their old Albion Quest. Something about getting computers or something inside thirty to fifty years? Technology moved fast.
This quest is being a little more realistic for technology, with production issues, issues in having the people available to build the things, to take care of the things, to repair the things. Religious conflicts that prohibit the use of technology, requiring the institutions that are creating new technology to go argue with the priests about spreading the tech across the empire of man.
As a small consolation prize, QM has confirmed in the frequently asked questions, magi-tech for the Empire of Man is plausible. And we have the Vapor Tanks, with a obvious parallel in actual Tanks, something outside that soft cap tech limit.
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One of the biggest reasons for the slow technological advancements is possible the same one we experienced IRL, that after every "leap" the infrastructure needs to be established for that thing completely before you can have the next leap in the same category or a similar technology.
You need to have a agricultural revolution before a real industrial revolution even can begin, small improvements in agricultural needs to accumulate before the really big changes take place.
When food scarcity is reduced and you suddenly have a overflow of labour then the industrial engine starts to slowly rumble and building up steam.
But then again, we still need to lay down the foundation for the next revolution before it can occur.
You need to have a agricultural revolution before a real industrial revolution even can begin, small improvements in agricultural needs to accumulate before the really big changes take place.
When food scarcity is reduced and you suddenly have a overflow of labour then the industrial engine starts to slowly rumble and building up steam.
But then again, we still need to lay down the foundation for the next revolution before it can occur.
And within the context of the setting this may well end up as "enough manpower for the next army, hell yeah!"
