Warhammer Fantasy: A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism

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TheGrape said:
Calling it now, Natasha and co are gonna end up killing enough sorceresses that the Black Ark is gonna end up beached and stranded on Norsca... in the middle of the war between the Norse Dwarfs and the Norscans. We're gonna leave Elf Mountain Vietnam for Dwarf Mountain Vietnam 2: Electric Boogaloo.
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No we're not. Because in that scenario we wouldn't be trying to take a mountain.
 
You know, if we can sink this rock, it'll be one hell of a tribute to Manaan, especially with the High Priestess doing her best barnacle impression on the side directing his attention to the event.
 
[X]Locking Horns: A challenge is being made. A challenge that can be returned. It is time to show the beastmen that humanity is not so weak as they believe. They may well offer treachery, but monstrous pride might well keep them from it as well. Either way, a true champion must be called forth, either to slay the enemy's leader in an offer difficult to refuse, or survive cowardice long enough for the knights to charge in at full bore.
-[X] Magnus as Champion
[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.
[X] Fire and Food: There are other food production sites, silos, storage. It's time that some of them cease to exist. Ransack them to feed your own warband, and deny their contents and production to the enemy. The daemons might not need food or water, but the Druchii damned well do, and without the latter, they cannot sustain the presence of the former.
 
[X] A Feast For Ravens: The beastmen are posturing. Threatening. Bellowing. They know they've got the troops where they want them, run ragged and denied rest. But this wargor has never met knights of Ostland before, clearly. It is time to show him the difference.

[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.

[X] Attack An Arena: The Arenas are full of slaves literally trained and built and fed properly to be satisfactory combatants. You have a much larger warband now, but why not swell it all the further? Traverse the slave tunnels, emerge, and shatter more cages, break more chains, and become an even greater threat to the machinations of Alyssa. Hells, maybe you'll even get her to come out of the tower that way all the quicker.
 
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with my total Warhammer experience, the best way to deal with most lords and heroes is to have a dragon or a monster land on top of them.

I don't think we have that opportunity here, but some big, monstrous being to drop on the squishy leaders would help a lot.
 
[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.
[X] Fire and Food: There are other food production sites, silos, storage. It's time that some of them cease to exist. Ransack them to feed your own warband, and deny their contents and production to the enemy. The daemons might not need food or water, but the Druchii damned well do, and without the latter, they cannot sustain the presence of the former.

Following Chron's lead on this half.

For Magnus…?
[X] Locking Horns: A challenge is being made. A challenge that can be returned. It is time to show the beastmen that humanity is not so weak as they believe. They may well offer treachery, but monstrous pride might well keep them from it as well. Either way, a true champion must be called forth, either to slay the enemy's leader in an offer difficult to refuse, or survive cowardice long enough for the knights to charge in at full bore.
-[X] Captain Mia of the White Wolves as Champion

I don't want to risk Magnus with Frederick seemingly gone and dead, but Ulrican go in for this sort of honor-duel stuff right? And I'm kind of inclined to trust she's got what it takes to trash this guy-he doesn't feel like he's going to be THAT strong…
 
torroar said:
"Count Hohenzollern, Count Stephan," she greets, something like contrition crossing her face. "It would be remiss of me to not come bearing gifts, especially considering the circumstances of all of this. But with our meetings concluded…I felt now was a good time."
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Is there an in characte reason for why she address Stephan by name but Freddy by his family name? Feels oddly informal for how offitial this whole situation was unraveling...

Moonlit Lord said:
You know, if we can sink this rock, it'll be one hell of a tribute to Manaan, especially with the High Priestess doing her best barnacle impression on the side directing his attention to the event.
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Mannan was promised a boat. HE will recive it!
Zavvnao said:
I don't think we have that opportunity here, but some big, monstrous being to drop on the squishy leaders would help a lot.
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ah yes, the lizardman way of efficient duels via letting the mount chew them up first. certanly approved by Kroq-Gar.
Can someone remind my , what was the reason for Oskana not crawling out of the tunels? was she too big to fit out of the hole? Is there a big enough exit for her in the next plan? She could certanly use some flustration relief. or a treat of pegasus meat, since she was curioius since Blood fane.
 
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[X] Locking Horns: A challenge is being made. A challenge that can be returned. It is time to show the beastmen that humanity is not so weak as they believe. They may well offer treachery, but monstrous pride might well keep them from it as well. Either way, a true champion must be called forth, either to slay the enemy's leader in an offer difficult to refuse, or survive cowardice long enough for the knights to charge in at full bore.
-[X] Magnus as Champion
[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.
[X] Attack An Arena: The Arenas are full of slaves literally trained and built and fed properly to be satisfactory combatants. You have a much larger warband now, but why not swell it all the further? Traverse the slave tunnels, emerge, and shatter more cages, break more chains, and become an even greater threat to the machinations of Alyssa. Hells, maybe you'll even get her to come out of the tower that way all the quicker.
 
[X] Locking Horns: A challenge is being made. A challenge that can be returned. It is time to show the beastmen that humanity is not so weak as they believe. They may well offer treachery, but monstrous pride might well keep them from it as well. Either way, a true champion must be called forth, either to slay the enemy's leader in an offer difficult to refuse, or survive cowardice long enough for the knights to charge in at full bore.
-[X] Magnus as Champion
[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.
[X] Attack An Arena: The Arenas are full of slaves literally trained and built and fed properly to be satisfactory combatants. You have a much larger warband now, but why not swell it all the further? Traverse the slave tunnels, emerge, and shatter more cages, break more chains, and become an even greater threat to the machinations of Alyssa. Hells, maybe you'll even get her to come out of the tower that way all the quicker.

Also, anyone who remembers the fate of the few Ostland sailors that was captured?
I suddenly got into my head that they were "gifted" to the Cult of Mathlann to be sacrificed to regain his blessings again, but I can't find any evidence for it being so...
 
[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.
[X] Fire and Food: There are other food production sites, silos, storage. It's time that some of them cease to exist. Ransack them to feed your own warband, and deny their contents and production to the enemy. The daemons might not need food or water, but the Druchii damned well do, and without the latter, they cannot sustain the presence of the former.

[x] A Feast For Ravens: The beastmen are posturing. Threatening. Bellowing. They know they've got the troops where they want them, run ragged and denied rest. But this wargor has never met knights of Ostland before, clearly. It is time to show him the difference.

A bit risky with Magnus dueling imo. Hes better than the wargor but by how much?
 
EVA-Saiyajin said:
It's up front.
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A bit light on the magic items/artifacts. But looks good.

torroar said:
Wargear: Stonebreaker, Full Plate Armor, Two Belt Knives, Brace of Pistols, Masterworked Kislevite Saber
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He still needs to carry healing items.
Fredrick survives because his wounds keep healing.

Nice hammer though. Next best thing to a runefang or Ghal Maraz itself.

I think we can have a duel.

Might be the best option at this point.
 
The Bull Warriors detachment carries seven priestesses of Shallya with them, riding sidesaddle with some of the knights. They've been quite useful for healing purposes, though Magnus can't, like, just strap one to his back or whatever.
 
[X]Locking Horns: A challenge is being made. A challenge that can be returned. It is time to show the beastmen that humanity is not so weak as they believe. They may well offer treachery, but monstrous pride might well keep them from it as well. Either way, a true champion must be called forth, either to slay the enemy's leader in an offer difficult to refuse, or survive cowardice long enough for the knights to charge in at full bore.
-[X] Magnus as Champion
[X] Staunch The Blood, For Now – The offer is a terribly tempting one, but one you are allowed to refuse. In this case, you will. Besides, you want Kerillian actively present the entire time so that your stolen Witch Elves don't start to get any strange ideas about ever going back to the way things were. Besides which, you aren't sure if letting her indulge in every bloody whim she's had since picking up the sword is the best possible thing.
[X] Attack An Arena: The Arenas are full of slaves literally trained and built and fed properly to be satisfactory combatants. You have a much larger warband now, but why not swell it all the further? Traverse the slave tunnels, emerge, and shatter more cages, break more chains, and become an even greater threat to the machinations of Alyssa. Hells, maybe you'll even get her to come out of the tower that way all the quicker.
 
Silver And Gold - Logan von Hohenzollern Interlude [Concurrent With Spikes, Horns, and Stone 20]
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    • Silver And Gold - Logan von Hohenzollern Interlude
    Concurrent With Spikes, Horns, and Stone 20    ​

    Logan von Hohenzollern was not the easiest of men to sneak up on. His senses were quite keen, even if one wasn't including those that stretched beyond the mundane.

    Of course, there were some who did not feel the need to even try and disguise their movements.

    Such as the pair which had arrived in front of him him as he'd finished his morning meal and sat down to rest upon a sturdy crate, reading over the most holy text of his faith before readying himself for the rest of his day, whatever it might end up involving.

    "What...is that thing?" Logan asked warily, not daring to even blink, as creature and master peered down at him.

    For it seemed that, for better or worse, he was once more confronted by the presence of the Matriarch of the Gold College.

    His nose practically felt like it was stopped up, this close to her. She smelled of lilacs and pressed flowers and spice and the faintest bit of sweat from exertion, yes, but that was solely the mundane scents. For better or worse, he was one of those who perceived far more than just the mundane. In that regard, Matriarch Gehenna smelled like molten gold, the sorts being poured from crucibles into molds to be forged into jewelry or something else. She smelled like hot metal shavings, or perhaps the sparks that came as a hammer slammed down upon a bar of iron straight from the forge's heart. She smelled like every different kind of metal that he had ever been nearby, from iron to bronze to tin to silver to steel to gromril and more, but most of all, she smelled like gold. Something that he normally wouldn't even have said had a particular smell, because he knew that actual truly fully pure gold had no scent at all. And yet, the smell persisted, of something of that same level of purity, or perhaps even more so, something that embodied the very concept of gold, perhaps.

    A confusing bouquet that was shared, to a minor extent, to the monstrous metal hound that had loudly padded around at her side.

    "Hmmhmm," the Matriarch laughed without opening her mouth for a moment, red eyes flashing with delight. "Why, young Hohenzollern, this is my latest and greatest creation, or perhaps I should say, the father of such. My familiar, Gehennon!" She said happily, placing a hand atop the shimmering golden hound which surprisingly actually leaned into the touch.

    Of course, to do so, the tall Matriarch in fact actually had to reach up to rub it's head. It wasn't the size of any dog that Logan had ever seen. In fact, it was equal in size to some of the Winter Wolves of Ulric, in fact larger than others. But instead of being possessed of a holy aura of cold and power granted by a God, the so-called Gehennon seemed to be wholly crafted of nothing more and nothing less than the Wind of Chamon itself. Solidified, somehow, through some sort of arcane means that Logan did not understand. For it was not a living creature. It couldn't be, not properly. Especially because it was made entirely of metal! Gold it might be, but as soft and pliable as gold it was not. Or at least, not entirely. Its outer layer almost seemed to flex and bend and nearly squish like skin and flesh might, but it was furless, and when it had opened its mouth to 'yawn' it revealed a bewildering and strange mixture of mechanicals and gears and otherwise. It was a clockwork creation of magic. It's eyes burned the same blazing red as its master, and if Logan was any judge it seemed to have gained something of its masters increasingly infamous pride and self-assuredness. Of course, it also possessed incredibly sharp looking claws and fangs, yet without them in pure metallic bulk aside it could likely simply crush a man to death by running into them.

    "I...see," Logan said slowly, noting how all around them, he could see the Gold Wizards starting to assemble in great number, as they had exactly one time in the past so far during the siege. "The gates are still holding, though, are they not?"

    Gehenna's gaze narrowed slightly before she harrumphed, tossing her hair back and lifting her chin so far that it was almost perpendicular to the ground.

    "Bah! For now, they are, but the Everpeak is vast, and its enemies many! We shall be descending into the Deeps to test my latest creation, against the endless hordes of goblins and squigs that are even now drawing vital defenders away from the real fight up here," she proclaimed with a sharp laugh before clapping a hand on his shoulder that actually almost buckled his knee from the unexpected strength and actual sheer physical weight behind it. "Tell me, young Hohenzollern," she leaned in close, so close that her eye was nearly touching his. "Do you wish to see it? It may interest you to see! And, perhaps, your father," she added as if it were an afterthought as she drew backwards.

    "My father?" Logan blinked rapidly.

    "Why of course! I would like his endorsement," she said shamelessly, "I wish to make some dealings with the dwarfs that, even now, despite all of this," she spread her arms wide to encompass the vast concourse and the defenders occupying it. "Are denying me. Think about it, would you?" She winked at him before whirling away, half-dancing as she flounced off, leaving behind solid impressions of her feet into the stone she walked upon as she went.

    Gehennon whuffed at him, a strange grinding sound through its metallic throat, before loping after its master.

    Logan opened and closed his mouth a few times, and sighed before closing his book and setting it amongst the rest of his belongings before rising. He did not have a specific duty on this day, at least in the rotation of those who needed to keep bloodshot eyes on the gates themselves in case the greenskins performed the unthinkable yet again. The longbeards had not quite gotten over the nearly fatal shock of the great and vaunted outer defenses of the Everpeak failing, but at least they were no longer so utterly paralyzed. Now they worked with almost feverish pace and unnerving intensity to build up new fortifications and defenses just past the gates should they be broken open. As befitting the greatest of the remaining dwarf holds, there were vast amounts of stone, mortar, and timber stored for repairs and the like, now being put to a new purpose. At this point, there was now a moderately high but impressively thick stone wall put up for the defenders to stand upon, stakes, and more. Quick work, all things considered, and for all that Logan heard the dwarfs mutter amongst themselves about how shoddy it all was because of that speed the walls and firing platforms for artillery looked better than many forts in the Empire he'd passed by before.

    Still, there was only so much room, and so long a soldier could be expected to maintain peak energy and focus without getting some rest.

    So it was that Logan was not on guard duty at any of the three great gates at the moment, nor any of the smaller tunnels. For a moment, as he grabbed up his axe and started walking behind, he hoped that someone would be running up to him at that very moment to desperately require his presence for something or other. Alas, it was not to be, and instead he just exchanged nods and short mutterings with others similarly trying to rest and relax as best they could despite the situation, all while following behind the bear-sized clockwork hound and its master. Who had not even looked back once to see if he was following, as if already completely assured that he would without any anxiety or worry over the matter. Gehennon, at the least, gave Logan the dignity of craning its head around in many directions, one of which happened to be his way, before returning its gaze forward. The greatest assembly of men and dwarfs in generations was restless, uneasy, and it was not hard to see why. Day after day, they could hear the pounding against the gates, for all that they did not move even an inch from the impacts. After what had already happened, the High King was not brooking a single word of underestimation from any of his people. It did not matter if they were Clan Lords, Thanes, Runelords, Guildmasters, or otherwise. The Emperor was doing much the same with those of the Empire, but if Logan was to be frank about the matter, the simple fact was that the Empire was a lot more…used…to their walls being broken down, their gates smashed, and their greatest efforts drowned in blood and pain.

    "Gehenna!"

    Logan blinked.

    "GEHENNA!"

    Appearing from the crowds that rapidly work to get out of his way, came a man that Logan had only ever seen from afar before. Skeletal to the point of easy comparisons to starvation, unmistakably sky-blue eyes glowing with his pupils replaced with strange runes, there was such power within Patriarch Caelum of the Celestial College that it felt like being buffeted by storm winds sometimes. Only you didn't actually move from them. The midnight blue robes he wore, lined with gold and silver thread, whipped about him in his angry movements, his ever present hunch somewhat reduced as he actually straightened a few degrees as he came. Logan slowed down, even though Gehenna did not, not wishing for those bulbous eyes to swivel his way as the Patriarch clacked his heavy staff down with every other step. Truly, the energizing powers of the Winds were never to be underestimated, given the sheer size of the entire astrolabe that was installed on top of the Patriarch's staff, as well as the undoubtably considerable weight of his great many pendants and broaches in the shapes of celestial objects.

    "Caelum," the golden-haired Matriarch greeted casually, her constant graceful movements transitioning into a twirling bow for the briefest of moments before resuming her movements.

    The briefest gesture from the Patriarch saw an invisible sphere, itself made up of over a dozen separate layered spheres, spring into existence around himself and his peer.

    "I-,"

    It should have excluded Logan as well, but for a quarter-twist of Gehenna's right foot mid-stride doing something to the spell that the young wolf priest quite simply could not understand due to the complexity of the manipulation.

    "-what do – you know damn well that that child ought not be here," Caelum ground out in his ever surprisingly deep voice, like distant thunder despite his frame.

    Gehenna laughed melodiously.

    "That is not for you to decide, Caelum," she shook her head slowly, her intricate braids whirling slightly as she did it, some of the longest ones on the sides almost seeming to form drill shapes for the briefest of moments.

    "Patriarch, my apologies, I did not mean to offend," Logan began before Caelum held up a finger.

    "I know that, young Hohenzollern," he sighed, rolling his glowing eyes and shaking his head.

    "He won't share anything he not ought to," Gehenna said with a toothy grin. "I'd not worry about it."

    That drew the Patriarch's unnerving attention away and towards his peer, to Logan's quiet relief.

    "You frolic upon a deadly edge, woman," Caelum hissed. "It is unnecessary!"

    Matriarch Gehenna's smile did not change, but it somehow sharpened all the same.

    "Spoken like a true coward," she sneered. "The Emperor, the High King, the Runelords, have all agreed. As have the rest of our misbegotten little coterie. Yours was the only dissenting vote."

    Caelum whipped his arms about, rail thin chest unnervingly swelling like a forge bellows inflating.

    "And does that not tell you something!? The consequences you court are extreme! Have you not..!" He growled, glanced at Logan, and then shook his head. "If you fail, the consequences could be disastrous!"

    Gehenna scoffed so hard that her head nearly tilted back ninety degrees.

    "And if I succeed, it would be a boon. You know that!" She clucked her tongue. "You have spent so long staring into the stars to try and avoid the ill futures you see in the darkness between them that you have forgotten the light of the heavens, Caelum."

    The Patriarch of the Celestial College sputtered, opened his mouth to speak more, and then gave a disgusted sigh.

    "As ever, it seems that I must stand by at the ready to save those who reject my counsel," he grumbled and then with a backhanded swish of his hand dismissed the shells of air presumably disguising their conversations from the rest of the world and stalked off.

    Logan called upon one of his greatest talents, and remained quiet as they kept walking.

    "He means well, you know," Gehenna said over her shoulder, "He truly does. But his caution often overrides his otherwise good sense."

    "I…will keep that in mind, Matriarch," Logan said politely, winning another small laugh from her.

    "Adorable," she chortled, making him blush as she continued to sashay in front of him without a care in the world. "And do you not have questions?"

    "If…if you spoke truly, then I doubt any objection I would have would be of great worth."

    Gehenna made a rude sound before spinning about on her heels to start walking backwards while facing him full on, managing to roll her hips even then. This close, he could hear the steady rhythm of her feet thumping against the stone, the weight and sound of it simply incorrect for any kind of shoe or greave he'd ever heard of.

    "You underestimate yourself," she said seriously. "Do not do this, it offends me."

    Despite the wonderous masonry, the imposing and beautiful craftsmanship of the Everpeak all around them, he found himself drawn utterly into her unblinking red eyes. Somehow, despite being surrounded by soldiers and priests and wizards and more on all sides, his vision almost began to tunnel.

    "You are a human being. You always have worth. You are always important," she said seriously, her strange accent intensifying as she spoke. "Whether a beggar or an Emperor, all the universe must accept this truth."

    It did not sound like a matter of philosophy, to Logan's ears.

    It had the sound of a command.

    "…of course, Matriarch," he said, and that strange oppressiveness faded away.

    "Excellent! Engrave this truth into your soul, young Hohenzollern," she said sternly before spinning about on her heel to continue marching along. "Now then, do you dance?"

    Logan did not stumble as he walked, but it was a near thing, his brow furrowing.

    "I…excuse me?"

    "Do you dance, boy?" She asked more archly this time.

    "I…I know a few, I think, but-,"

    "Tell me of them!"

    Somehow, without warning, Logan found himself dragged into a conversation for which he was quite ill-prepared, eventually surrendering himself to the tide once Gehenna managed to refocus the conversation upon her knowledge and experience in dance. On they went, other Gold Wizards appearing from the crowds in order to form up behind their Matriarch, few of them doing more than giving him an idle glance before faithfully following their leader. None of them even bothered trying to interject into the conversation. Or, as it had become at that point, a truly extensive lecture on the differences between a few dance styles from the southern nations of the Old World that, to Logan's ears, sounded just about exactly the same. Something which Gehenna noted, despite his lack of voicing it, would absolutely get you killed depending on whether or not you were in an Estalian or Tilean studio.

    It was only as the reached the elevator that he spied what might well be salvation in the form of the vampire Genevieve, but found such hopes dashed as she simply nodded to him before resuming her own conversation. With, to his immense surprise, was none other than Countess Toppenheimer of Wissenland herself, the Elector Countess having rather markedly changed since marching out to the Everpeak. Even now, she bore two Runefangs, something no one else in the Empire could boast, and had steadily begun filling out with more and more muscle and gathering skill and experience as the siege went on. She wore fine dwarf-wrought plate, now, enchanted by the Gold College, and had symbolically cut her hair short to her scalp after nearly getting beheaded by a black orc that had torn her helmet off and nearly blinded her with her own hair coming undone.

    Yet for all of that, she looked equally revolted and fascinated by Genevieve, and Logan could hear more than a request for Genevieve to continue telling some story or another before they got into the elevator and descended.

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    Two hours later, Logan bore witness to an onrushing tide of frothing night goblins, berserk and unfeeling of pain or sanity after consuming gallon after gallon of mad cap mushroom brew. The Gold Wizards had assembled in their lines, and the efforts of the night goblin shaman to call forth the Winds to form some sort of leering boulder high in the sky had been dismissed with the effort of a number of Runesmiths, as well as a grim-faced Runelord with quite lengthy braids going down her back. It was a similar effort to what he had seen before, the dousing of magic with the expertise that only dwarfs could possess, the separating out of Chamon and blocking any interference from the others. A practically sublime division, one that Gehenna had clearly been waiting for as she called out for her College to act. As one, arms shifted, lips parted, and between them all Gehennon the gargantuan hound let out a metallic howl that echoed throughout the depths of the world. A sound that was shortly followed by a multitude of absolutely ear-piercing whistles, including one held by Gehenna herself. They were golden, sparkling things, made solely of Chamon and nothing else.

    And from them all sprang a small horde of clockwork hounds into existence, snarling and ripping things of glittering magic that dove amongst the goblins and absolutely shredded the practically unarmored greenskins. At the same time, human defenders seconded to fighting in the Deeps found their arms and armor covered in gleaming Chamon as well, reinforcing their armor and sharpening their blades beyond their mortal bounds. Logan watched as night goblin fanatics swirling their giant spiked balls and chains suddenly spun off course as said balls and chains melted mid-air, as a wave of rust swept across the enemy and sundered their weapons to shattering at the slightest touch, and finally searing doom in the form of molten shards fell from the heavens to smash amongst them all. By the time the goblin charge reached the defender's lines, empowered and enchanted en masse as they were, it wasn't even a fight so much as cleanup duty. Logan killed a few dozen goblins, at the least, though reduced to just their claws and teeth, there wasn't too much they could do to him.

    "Much better than just sitting around, no?" Gehanna smiled cheerily at him as the last of the goblins died. "And with this, you have born witness to the fulfillment of much experimentation and testing, the enshrinement of an entirely new spell into the annals of the Gold College!"

    "Certainly more exciting," he had to admit.

    "Of course we are unrivaled in utility on the battlefield, but there are many other uses to Chamon, and not even simply metallurgical ones! We are perhaps not so fantastical at healing, no, not in the fashion of the Light or Jade, but there are other ways," she added, arms crossed over her chest as she nodded out at the results of the fighting. "Alchemical poultices and potions, for instance. Some of which, I am not ashamed to say, have partially been done with cooperation from our colleagues at the Jade College."

    She said it pointedly, even outright waggling her eyebrows at him.

    "…I'm sure this is something I could bring up to my father in the future at some point," Logan sighed.

    "Of course you would! Why would you not inform him of a valuable association he could be making to aid his province!?" She scoffed. "It is simply unfortunate we have both been too busy to meet until now!"

    A matter that she had decided clearly should be rectified now.

    Of all times, and of all places.
     
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    • I do like how its this kind of go-getter attitude that would lead to the Gold College to become the richest of the Colleges in general, since they are always offering their services in one way or another.

    I would personally love to hire more gold wizard retainers since their abilities are super useful on and off the battlefield, like any magic really.
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    "…I'm sure this is something I could bring up to my father in the future at some point," Logan sighed.
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    Just a reminder we need to be sure Freddy and Nat survive so they can see their little boy again after all this, and vice versa.
     
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