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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
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4th Edition claims he was from Avelorn, but I think 4th Edition had the idea that all the Elves were from Avelorn and the other Kingdoms were established later. In universe, the Elves themselves might not know. Aenarion's story begins with him returning to Ulthuan after a period of exploration. And his unifying of the then-disparate Kingdoms forged Ulthuan into the nation it is today. It probably suits the Asur that no one knows.
Original coastline in black, post-Sundering coastline in red.
Yeah, I can see why Nagarythians would be bitter.
Well sure, but Tiranoc was only wounded by the Sundering. By the time the Druchii were forced out, Nagarythe was a smoking wasteland. It was destroyed as a Kingdom. The greatest nobles and heroes from the region were traitors, the better part of their lands were lost to the sea, and what was left had been reduced to so much ash and dust.
And their great citadels/cities were torn out and stolen by the surviving traitors.
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I suppose being the main battlefield every time the Drucchi invade and rebuild Tor Anlec probably hasn't left much room for recovery, either.
deathofrats0808
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Generally speaking, the Black Arks were formed from cities in the portions of Ulthuan that were being swept under anyway. That probably didn't help though, no.
That and the simple fact of the matter is that there's nothing to rebuild with. Nagarythe has no resources, no influence and no friends. There's a reason the place is called the Shadowlands now.
To be fair, that is one of the better uses of a Live Laugh Love wall art.
I really like the mental image of the grimfaced armies of Tiranoc marching to war with framed motivational posters as shields, and various motivational slogans as war cries. The catapults fire those small, useless decorative items you find in gift shops as grapeshot.
Godwinson
"Well, I've got nothing."
Ah, now I can see how they would be kin to the Dark Elves.
they are incredibly edgy, they just express it with bitter melancholy and mysticism instead of healthily stabbing their issues like the Nagarythians do.
Ranking Elf Edge by Kingdom
Ranking Elf Edge by Kingdom
Nagarythe: Because they did in fact got, and are getting, shit on regularly.
Yvresse: Outside of Nagarythe, they have to deal with some of the worst shit of the mists, so tend to be pretty edgy, just more witch-goth girl to nagarythe's emo-black leather pants boy.
Tiranoc: also got shit on, but instead of being disliked/untrusted and forced into a total unending skirmish/civil war, Tiranoc has just fallen down the power ladder and a social and economic depression they have barely clawed out of. (and to an elf, the unending civil war is only a little worst)
Avelorn: weirdly edgy, even tho they actually try to not be seen as such, but as a nation, they have become very bored with their life of, very scripted, 'paradise.'
Cothique: a little sour-faced, and a little sad that all their underground cities are getting emptier and emptier, but actually seem to be some of the elves that have the most hope and wanderlust.
Chrace: really should be edger, given their history as dark elves second main target, but they are a nation of lion-riding chads so they tend to just shrug and get on with life no matter what gets thrown at them.
Eataine: is top dog. and knows it, but its a little stressful so they can get a little edgy.
Ellyrians: kind of loves life, at least when they aren't hating it (very passionate), but they don't tend to dwell on the bad, they just stab it and move on.
Saphery: you can't really be that edgy when your entire nation comes off as Cloudcuckoolanders and nerds, some of them try, but it doesn't stick.
Caledor: Singing as a nation:
Caledor, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
Caledor, FUCK YEAH!
Dragon-riding is the only way yeah,
Dark elves your game is through! cause now you have to answer to,
Caledor, FUCK YEAH!'
... more lyrics follow...
(has not stopped since the sundering, and is why all the other kingdoms can't stand them the most)
Nagarythe: Because they did in fact got, and are getting, shit on regularly.
Yvresse: Outside of Nagarythe, they have to deal with some of the worst shit of the mists, so tend to be pretty edgy, just more witch-goth girl to nagarythe's emo-black leather pants boy.
Tiranoc: also got shit on, but instead of being disliked/untrusted and forced into a total unending skirmish/civil war, Tiranoc has just fallen down the power ladder and a social and economic depression they have barely clawed out of. (and to an elf, the unending civil war is only a little worst)
Avelorn: weirdly edgy, even tho they actually try to not be seen as such, but as a nation, they have become very bored with their life of, very scripted, 'paradise.'
Cothique: a little sour-faced, and a little sad that all their underground cities are getting emptier and emptier, but actually seem to be some of the elves that have the most hope and wanderlust.
Chrace: really should be edger, given their history as dark elves second main target, but they are a nation of lion-riding chads so they tend to just shrug and get on with life no matter what gets thrown at them.
Eataine: is top dog. and knows it, but its a little stressful so they can get a little edgy.
Ellyrians: kind of loves life, at least when they aren't hating it (very passionate), but they don't tend to dwell on the bad, they just stab it and move on.
Saphery: you can't really be that edgy when your entire nation comes off as Cloudcuckoolanders and nerds, some of them try, but it doesn't stick.
Caledor: Singing as a nation:
Caledor, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
Caledor, FUCK YEAH!
Dragon-riding is the only way yeah,
Dark elves your game is through! cause now you have to answer to,
Caledor, FUCK YEAH!'
... more lyrics follow...
(has not stopped since the sundering, and is why all the other kingdoms can't stand them the most)
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Omg I love it! Elf insight.
Huh. You don't say. And here we are, with a trade company, an in with the lorelorn elves and the Barrak Var dwarves, and an open invitation to cover visit and make friends for 99 days.
I think I see an endgame possible that gets Mathilde access to everywhere in the world....
Huh. You don't say. And here we are, with a trade company, an in with the lorelorn elves and the Barrak Var dwarves, and an open invitation to cover visit and make friends for 99 days.
I think I see an endgame possible that gets Mathilde access to everywhere in the world....
If waystones project actually get to the point where Mathy and crew can repair waystones, the high elfs would total jump on the chance to yeet them onto the nearest dragonship for an around the world tour.Omg I love it! Elf insight.
Huh. You don't say. And here we are, with a trade company, an in with the lorelorn elves and the Barrak Var dwarves, and an open invitation to cover visit and make friends for 99 days.
I think I see an endgame possible that gets Mathilde access to everywhere in the world....
deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
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Sure. Mathilde can absolutely pour resources into Nagarythe and watch them get swept away the next time Malekith burns it all down to rebuild Tor Anlec from the ruins. He's kind of a dick like that.Omg I love it! Elf insight.
Huh. You don't say. And here we are, with a trade company, an in with the lorelorn elves and the Barrak Var dwarves, and an open invitation to cover visit and make friends for 99 days.
I think I see an endgame possible that gets Mathilde access to everywhere in the world....
Voikirium
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Ah well, from least to most relevant:
-The Sea of Chill, the Sea of Malice and the Sulfur River are surprisingly fecund with life that can be fished for sustenance and provides fertilizer
-While politics does have a decidedly more murderous edge to it than it should if they were wise, most plots at a level below the Protagonists are at about 75/25 split in favor of being exiled to the Northern Citadels vs. just being killed
-The Druchii have large families by elf standards, below the Asrai but above the Asur on account of A. Not having the Vortex effecting their fertility and B. Revering the Cythai and Slaanesh, rather than tolerating the first and hating the second, so sensuality including sex is more prevalent.
-Death Night is, in effect, a weapon aimed at the enslaved peoples of the continent and potential rebels, like yes theoretically anybody found can be killed but by far the vast majority who suffer are those suffering by Dark Elf policy and not the "In-Group," it might be called, of the average, Malekith loyal Dark Elf.
Those are the big ones.
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Gitilla's Great Hunt
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Gitilla's Great Hunt
2482 IC
When an Emperor Dragon the size of a castle lets out a roar of rage from the top of the mountains, it tends to reverberate far past its point of origin.
Gitilla da Hunter, chieftain of Da Howlaz tribe of Badland Goblin wolf riders, was sharpening his sword with a piece of whetstone in his command tent when he heard the roar. As if that wasn't enough, Gitilla could sense the anticipatory energy of a Waagh forming, the taste of buzzing electricity ramping up across his tongue and sinuses from deeper within the mountains.
Gitilla wasn't a Shaman who could see "Da Great Green", but he was fairly experienced with the Waagh. First as a Big Boss in Da Drippin Fangs in the Wolf Lands, then a chieftain of his own tribe in the Badlands. Most greenskins subconsciously understood the cues provided by the divine/arcane energy field known as "Da Waagh", but to someone whose sense were as honed as Gitilla, he could tell more than the average Goblin about what Waagh was forming.
He could feel the belligerent, unsubtle energy of Da Big Waaagh thrumming through him, calling him to war. It was easy for him to deny the call, because he could feel the direction it was calling him in, and he would never submit to the call of that Birdbrains the Really Zoggin' Stupid.
Gitilla knew how big of an opportunity this was, and he was not going to waste it. The Goblin Chieftain sheathed his sword, exited through the flap of his tent and let out a loud shrill whistle. A near instantaneous response arrived in the form of his trusty Great Wolf Ulda rushing up to meet him. He stopped briefly to rub her head a little for being a good girl, and she leaned into it slightly, her intelligent eyes trying not to betray that she enjoyed it.
The Goblin Chieftain was a particularly impressive specimen when he stood up straight. He was tall (for a Goblin), and he was wiry and lean in muscles, lacking the paunch that some of the more sedentary Goblins could develop. His body was covered in grey tattoos and markings of his tribal symbols and some of his most notable victories, and his arms were particularly powerful, the results of years of honing his archery. He used those arms to pull him up on Ulda's back, then he swiftly bellowed out orders to the rest of his tribe, projecting his voice across the camp in a way that belied his size in the chittering words of the Goblin Tongue.
"Git ready for waaagh! We're gonna show 'em all what it means to be Da Howlaz!"
His voice rang across the camp as he started giving instructions for scouting and mobilization. He could feel the thrumming beats of the drums of Da Little Waaagh ringing through him as he harnessed it, pushing it into those who would readily accept it, his tribe. All Warbosses could subconsciously harness the Waaagh to mobilise their forces, but few were as conscious of its beats and thrums as Gitilla was. He used that force to counteract the pull drawn by Birdmuncha, which was easy enough because Da Big Waaagh tended to have a weak draw on Goblins, especially those who already belonged to him.
That idiot Birdmuncha thought he could survive without Goblins in his mountain, thinking that Snotlings could make up for it in numbers. He thought he could double cross Gitilla of all people, reneging on agreements for payment after helping him out. Well he'd show that peanut brain who ruled these plains. He just needed to find out where he was going first.
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Gitilla's suspicions on Birdmuncha being really Zoggin' stupid was only confirmed after scout reports were in. Apparently, he had mobilised an exceptionally large Waaagh and released them outside of the mountains to march to Karak Eight Peaks, which was apparently the source of the roar and accompanying chaos. The forces in that mountain, which Gitilla was only peripherally aware of, were in all out war as they fought against each other, and Birdmuncha was attempting to take advantage of that as a call to war.
The idiot decided he would march his army not through Death Pass, bypassing the Badlands, but right through Da Howlaz territory. Gitilla could hardly believe such a fortuitous turn of events. This was literally the perfect hunting ground, he almost believed it was a trap to lure Da Howlaz into a vulnerable position.
Gitilla couldn't pass it up however. This was his chance, his time to shine. There was no way he was going to back down. With the thrumming beats of the Waaagh running through him, he bellowed out his orders to his tribe. He would see the demise of the Red Fangs through, and he would collect on his payment. If not in money, then at least in blood. Nobody disrespected Da Hunter.
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Gitilla could hardly believe it. He led his wolf riding forces into a simple flanking maneuver, using his knowledge of the surrounding area to his advantage, and began harassing Birdmuncha's Waaagh with volley fire on wolfback. That wasn't what was so shocking, what was shocking was the positively puny response he got.
Gitilla knew he had the advantage. The Wolves of Da Howlaz were fast and used to the rocky terrain of the Badlands, and Birdmuncha's forces were mountain orcs who couldn't afford to keep War Boars in their stronghold, so their cavalry forces were near nonexistent. There aren't nearly enough Arrer Boys in their forces to make up for it, and even if they did, they lacked the discipline and training for the staggered volley fire that Gitilla could manage. Beyond that, Gitilla had the high ground, so his troops scythed through the flanks of Birdmuncha's forces with ease.
Birdmuncha had Shamans, but Gitilla also had his own. His Shamans were tasked not to attack Birdmuncha's forces, but to counter the spells of the Red Fang Shamans, so as to not disrupt Gitilla's forces. That plan seemed to work perfectly, so much so that Gitilla worried that it was a trap.
Was it?
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It wasn't a trap.
Gitilla's forces were harassing the Red Fang Waaagh for hours now, their wolves easily traversing terrain that the million strong waaagh marching through were struggling with. Any charge that the Orcs made was completely thwarted by the terrain and the lack of follow through, because Birdmuncha was too focused on marching to Karak Eight Peaks that he didn't redirect his forces to attack Gitilla's raiders. It wouldn't have mattered anyways, because Da Howlaz were used to hit and run, and whenever a portion of the Waaagh branched off to attack them, they retreated to a specific point where the charging Orcs were scythed down by hiding archers or charged by a different regiment of wolf riders.
It was absolutely child's play, and Gitilla couldn't help but muse on the nature of the Waaagh as his tactics began to bear fruit, resulting in at least a 1/5th of his enemy's forces dispersing before reaching their target.
Da Big Waaagh was a powerful, unsubtle thing. Orc Warbosses could channel the energies of the Waaagh to create devastating charges, which further boosted the energies of the Waaagh through acts of brutality and savagery, which created a feedback loop further empowering them. The downside to this is that when Da Big Waaagh breaks, it also creates a feedback loop where the energies start dissipating and weakening, resulting in a leaking sieve of energy dispersing across the air.
Da Little Waaagh was different. Sure, Gitilla couldn't order his goblins to charge and empower them with the Waaagh, making them an unstoppable deadly force. He heard that his Immensity, Grom the Paunch could do that, but he was no Grom. Gitillia did have Da Little Waaagh, however, and it was just as good, if not better in some areas. Da Little Waaagh was not as powerful as Da Big Waaagh, but it was steady. It didn't dissipate as easily as Da Big Waaagh, and it encouraged acts of cunning that if performed in an Orc Waaagh, would cause the energies to stagnate.
This is how Gitilla was capable of letting his forces move and harass Birdmuncha's for such a long time without feeling fatigue, allowing him to perform those "cowardly" hit and run tactics with staggered volley fire and waves of wolf riders relieving exhausted raiders to keep up constant pressure. If it was an Orc Waaagh, the energies would have dissipated by now. Not so for Gitilla's forces.
Gitilla loved Da Little Waaagh.
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Gitilla had no idea what was going on, but it was a massacre. Da Howlaz had pushed Birdmuncha's forces through the Western Gates of Karak Eight Peaks, and the tight confines of the gates resulted in perhaps the perfect killing ground for Gitilla's forces.
As if that wasn't enough, the shadows of one of the mountains in that Karak twisted and darkened briefly, absorbing all the light and causing absolute silence, as Gitilla felt hundreds of thousands of souls in Birdmuncha's Waaagh simply… disappearing.
It was as if hundreds of thousands of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced.
Gitilla didn't have long to ponder that however, because whatever happened caused Birdmuncha's forces to start panicking. The forces at the Gate were starting to reverse going back through it, and Gitilla could see the Stunties mobilising. It was the perfect opportunity.
He took it.
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Gitilla was exhausted, but very satisfied. His hands scrubbed through Ulda's thick fur as she feasted on the carcass of one of the boars they managed to get from that failure of a Waaagh, and Gitilla was rewarding her hard work with some grooming and cleaning up of the blood and offal stuck in her fur.
All in all, it was a good day's work.
AN: I went through with it. It was quite fun to make this, but a bit hard because I had to essentially create a personality from scratch, because there wasn't much about Gitilla aside from the blurb about him in 8th Edition Army Book. I hope this was entertaining.
2482 IC
When an Emperor Dragon the size of a castle lets out a roar of rage from the top of the mountains, it tends to reverberate far past its point of origin.
Gitilla da Hunter, chieftain of Da Howlaz tribe of Badland Goblin wolf riders, was sharpening his sword with a piece of whetstone in his command tent when he heard the roar. As if that wasn't enough, Gitilla could sense the anticipatory energy of a Waagh forming, the taste of buzzing electricity ramping up across his tongue and sinuses from deeper within the mountains.
Gitilla wasn't a Shaman who could see "Da Great Green", but he was fairly experienced with the Waagh. First as a Big Boss in Da Drippin Fangs in the Wolf Lands, then a chieftain of his own tribe in the Badlands. Most greenskins subconsciously understood the cues provided by the divine/arcane energy field known as "Da Waagh", but to someone whose sense were as honed as Gitilla, he could tell more than the average Goblin about what Waagh was forming.
He could feel the belligerent, unsubtle energy of Da Big Waaagh thrumming through him, calling him to war. It was easy for him to deny the call, because he could feel the direction it was calling him in, and he would never submit to the call of that Birdbrains the Really Zoggin' Stupid.
Gitilla knew how big of an opportunity this was, and he was not going to waste it. The Goblin Chieftain sheathed his sword, exited through the flap of his tent and let out a loud shrill whistle. A near instantaneous response arrived in the form of his trusty Great Wolf Ulda rushing up to meet him. He stopped briefly to rub her head a little for being a good girl, and she leaned into it slightly, her intelligent eyes trying not to betray that she enjoyed it.
The Goblin Chieftain was a particularly impressive specimen when he stood up straight. He was tall (for a Goblin), and he was wiry and lean in muscles, lacking the paunch that some of the more sedentary Goblins could develop. His body was covered in grey tattoos and markings of his tribal symbols and some of his most notable victories, and his arms were particularly powerful, the results of years of honing his archery. He used those arms to pull him up on Ulda's back, then he swiftly bellowed out orders to the rest of his tribe, projecting his voice across the camp in a way that belied his size in the chittering words of the Goblin Tongue.
"Git ready for waaagh! We're gonna show 'em all what it means to be Da Howlaz!"
His voice rang across the camp as he started giving instructions for scouting and mobilization. He could feel the thrumming beats of the drums of Da Little Waaagh ringing through him as he harnessed it, pushing it into those who would readily accept it, his tribe. All Warbosses could subconsciously harness the Waaagh to mobilise their forces, but few were as conscious of its beats and thrums as Gitilla was. He used that force to counteract the pull drawn by Birdmuncha, which was easy enough because Da Big Waaagh tended to have a weak draw on Goblins, especially those who already belonged to him.
That idiot Birdmuncha thought he could survive without Goblins in his mountain, thinking that Snotlings could make up for it in numbers. He thought he could double cross Gitilla of all people, reneging on agreements for payment after helping him out. Well he'd show that peanut brain who ruled these plains. He just needed to find out where he was going first.
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Gitilla's suspicions on Birdmuncha being really Zoggin' stupid was only confirmed after scout reports were in. Apparently, he had mobilised an exceptionally large Waaagh and released them outside of the mountains to march to Karak Eight Peaks, which was apparently the source of the roar and accompanying chaos. The forces in that mountain, which Gitilla was only peripherally aware of, were in all out war as they fought against each other, and Birdmuncha was attempting to take advantage of that as a call to war.
The idiot decided he would march his army not through Death Pass, bypassing the Badlands, but right through Da Howlaz territory. Gitilla could hardly believe such a fortuitous turn of events. This was literally the perfect hunting ground, he almost believed it was a trap to lure Da Howlaz into a vulnerable position.
Gitilla couldn't pass it up however. This was his chance, his time to shine. There was no way he was going to back down. With the thrumming beats of the Waaagh running through him, he bellowed out his orders to his tribe. He would see the demise of the Red Fangs through, and he would collect on his payment. If not in money, then at least in blood. Nobody disrespected Da Hunter.
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Gitilla could hardly believe it. He led his wolf riding forces into a simple flanking maneuver, using his knowledge of the surrounding area to his advantage, and began harassing Birdmuncha's Waaagh with volley fire on wolfback. That wasn't what was so shocking, what was shocking was the positively puny response he got.
Gitilla knew he had the advantage. The Wolves of Da Howlaz were fast and used to the rocky terrain of the Badlands, and Birdmuncha's forces were mountain orcs who couldn't afford to keep War Boars in their stronghold, so their cavalry forces were near nonexistent. There aren't nearly enough Arrer Boys in their forces to make up for it, and even if they did, they lacked the discipline and training for the staggered volley fire that Gitilla could manage. Beyond that, Gitilla had the high ground, so his troops scythed through the flanks of Birdmuncha's forces with ease.
Birdmuncha had Shamans, but Gitilla also had his own. His Shamans were tasked not to attack Birdmuncha's forces, but to counter the spells of the Red Fang Shamans, so as to not disrupt Gitilla's forces. That plan seemed to work perfectly, so much so that Gitilla worried that it was a trap.
Was it?
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It wasn't a trap.
Gitilla's forces were harassing the Red Fang Waaagh for hours now, their wolves easily traversing terrain that the million strong waaagh marching through were struggling with. Any charge that the Orcs made was completely thwarted by the terrain and the lack of follow through, because Birdmuncha was too focused on marching to Karak Eight Peaks that he didn't redirect his forces to attack Gitilla's raiders. It wouldn't have mattered anyways, because Da Howlaz were used to hit and run, and whenever a portion of the Waaagh branched off to attack them, they retreated to a specific point where the charging Orcs were scythed down by hiding archers or charged by a different regiment of wolf riders.
It was absolutely child's play, and Gitilla couldn't help but muse on the nature of the Waaagh as his tactics began to bear fruit, resulting in at least a 1/5th of his enemy's forces dispersing before reaching their target.
Da Big Waaagh was a powerful, unsubtle thing. Orc Warbosses could channel the energies of the Waaagh to create devastating charges, which further boosted the energies of the Waaagh through acts of brutality and savagery, which created a feedback loop further empowering them. The downside to this is that when Da Big Waaagh breaks, it also creates a feedback loop where the energies start dissipating and weakening, resulting in a leaking sieve of energy dispersing across the air.
Da Little Waaagh was different. Sure, Gitilla couldn't order his goblins to charge and empower them with the Waaagh, making them an unstoppable deadly force. He heard that his Immensity, Grom the Paunch could do that, but he was no Grom. Gitillia did have Da Little Waaagh, however, and it was just as good, if not better in some areas. Da Little Waaagh was not as powerful as Da Big Waaagh, but it was steady. It didn't dissipate as easily as Da Big Waaagh, and it encouraged acts of cunning that if performed in an Orc Waaagh, would cause the energies to stagnate.
This is how Gitilla was capable of letting his forces move and harass Birdmuncha's for such a long time without feeling fatigue, allowing him to perform those "cowardly" hit and run tactics with staggered volley fire and waves of wolf riders relieving exhausted raiders to keep up constant pressure. If it was an Orc Waaagh, the energies would have dissipated by now. Not so for Gitilla's forces.
Gitilla loved Da Little Waaagh.
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Gitilla had no idea what was going on, but it was a massacre. Da Howlaz had pushed Birdmuncha's forces through the Western Gates of Karak Eight Peaks, and the tight confines of the gates resulted in perhaps the perfect killing ground for Gitilla's forces.
As if that wasn't enough, the shadows of one of the mountains in that Karak twisted and darkened briefly, absorbing all the light and causing absolute silence, as Gitilla felt hundreds of thousands of souls in Birdmuncha's Waaagh simply… disappearing.
It was as if hundreds of thousands of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced.
Gitilla didn't have long to ponder that however, because whatever happened caused Birdmuncha's forces to start panicking. The forces at the Gate were starting to reverse going back through it, and Gitilla could see the Stunties mobilising. It was the perfect opportunity.
He took it.
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Gitilla was exhausted, but very satisfied. His hands scrubbed through Ulda's thick fur as she feasted on the carcass of one of the boars they managed to get from that failure of a Waaagh, and Gitilla was rewarding her hard work with some grooming and cleaning up of the blood and offal stuck in her fur.
All in all, it was a good day's work.
AN: I went through with it. It was quite fun to make this, but a bit hard because I had to essentially create a personality from scratch, because there wasn't much about Gitilla aside from the blurb about him in 8th Edition Army Book. I hope this was entertaining.
It was fun.
If I had one big criticism, is that his inner voice was to articulate for a goblin. To many big and complex words.
a Goblin can be as smart as you wrote, but they would use simple words or made up compound words to say the same thing.
example 'Most greenskins subconsciously understood the cues provided by the divine/arcane energy field known as "Da Waagh"
would usually be more like : '
Most gits knows without think'n what Gork'n'Mork want ya to do when Da Waagh be touching ya nuggin.'
the smarts are there, just not the words.
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Oh I get that, I'm just not good at that. I know it's a bit of a flawed practice to try to convey the inner thoughts of a character from a third person view while using words that are too complex for their thought processes, but I cannot for the life of me write a natural sounding Greenskin dialogue.
I would if I could, but alas. It just doesn't come easily to me.
Seems like there's still after-echoes of the Gork/Mork conflict taking effect in that.
This was in third person limited instead of first person, so it can but doesn't need to use the character's internal monologue. The PoV is serving to translate and summarize it.
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Oh yeah. A big part of my thought process while making this piece was thinking of how the Waaagh would translate to a non shaman chieftain. I mean, clearly they would be capable of twisting the Waaagh to their own needs in circumstances right? And the Army book depicts Orcs as having the ability to shout out a Waaagh that gives a Charge bonus to all other Orcs, but the only Goblin who could do that was Grom, who was particularly exceptional.
So I was looking through the Army Book and noticing how many things seem to favor Mork, and I thought to myself "how does Gork feel about it?" It manifested itself in this format. I imagine the Little Waaagh to be a less powerful, more subtle but more stable variation that Gitilla has grown used to it. And who knows, maybe there's shades of their gods going at it causing Goblins and Orcs to fracture. Certainly, Gitilla doesn't seem to like Birdmuncha.
EDIT: I confused Gork and Mork here, but I think it's fitting. The Greenskin gods are confusing.
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I just finished the Wood Elves 8th Edition Army book, which was the final core army book from 8th edition that I have yet to read. It was quite fun and informative, but I still have a little ways to go. 7th Edition was the last Army Books for Beastmen and Skaven, 6th edition the last one that had Kislev and Bretonnia, and 5th Edition the only one that had Dogs of War. That being said, to commemorate the occasion, I'm gonna make a long post on several notes I've taken, so buckle up.
First, in 2205 IC High King Alrik died at the Battle of Black Falls to the Goblin Warlord Gorkil Eyegouger. His son, Alriksson, took control and wiped out the horde then became High King afterwards, and would be succeeded by Thorgrim after the Great War Against Chaos.
Second, in 2225 IC Graf Heimholtz, the Templar Grandmaster of the Knights of the Blazing Sun, led an army to the Tomb King city of Numas and slew the Tomb King Pharakh, and is in turn slain by the Cursed Tomb Prince Apophas. Reminder that the Empire was still in the Age of Three Emperors at this time so I have no idea why these Knights charged in there.
Third, in 2231 IC, Morghur appeared in the Forest of Arden. He is chased down by Araloth and Naieth the Prophetess, but the Wood Elf Host is destroyed by a surprise attack so Araloth retreats and vows to take vengeance. Morghur disappeared from the Forest for a while, then returned 15 years later in 2246 IC.
A note that Boney modified the chain of events here, combining two separate events, the Battle of Arden and Slaughter at Bleak Meadow, into a single campaign. In the canonical source of 8th edition Army Book, the Battle of Arden results in Glade Lord Araloth killing Morghur with sap from the Oak of Ages without any High Elf assistance. Battle of Arden also took place in 2246 IC in canon, but in 2244 IC in DL, and it included Bretonnian and Asur troops. In canon the Asur join the Slaughter at Bleak Meadow 9 years later in 2253 IC, where they cooperate with each other to fight a giant horde of Beastmen led by Beastlord Mograk, Lord of Crows. Asarnil's words in DL are somewhat backed up in the Wood Elf accounts, as it says that the Asur suffered many losses that they blamed on the Asrai. While some individuals got the respect of their companions, relations didn't change much as a result of this encounter.
Obviously, things are a little different in DL, but I'm just giving context.
Alright, with that out of the way, I want to talk about Scarloc. To those who don't know, Scarloc is a notable Asrai Archer and hero who served as a mercenary in Old World for three decades, and he was sent alongside a band of skilled rangers and companions of his during the Dark Elf invasion of Avelorn around 2300 IC.
"With no better tactic at hand, Scarloc and his surviving scouts revealed themselves to N'kari and stung him to wrath with a swift volley. Scarloc knew that he would be hard-pressed to defeat a maddened Greater Daemon, so they did not try. Instead, they lured the beast onto an army of Dark Elves who, panicked by N'kari's onset, loosed a flurry of crossbow bolts and thus earned the Keeper of Secrets' full measure of retribution."
I just want to say that I enjoy the odd phrasing here. I know what they were going for, but from now on my headcanon is that Scarloc uses he/they pronouns. I love them already. I'm just wondering why he doesn't have a statblock in 8th Edition (I know he does in an earlier edition). But that isn't the major thing I wanted to talk about actually.
"On their return to Athel Loren, Scarloc and his comrades — Glam, the Laughing Warrior, Araflane Warskald and the Spellsinger Kaia Stormwitch — were lauded for their actions."
Kaia Stormwitch, the Warden of Frost, is/was one of Scarloc's companions? That would certainly be interesting.
First, by cross referencing the different timelines of the Army Books, I now know each of the events that Thorek was talking about here, with the exception of Bretonnia's succession crisis. I have yet to read a single Bretonnia sourcebook.
First, in 2205 IC High King Alrik died at the Battle of Black Falls to the Goblin Warlord Gorkil Eyegouger. His son, Alriksson, took control and wiped out the horde then became High King afterwards, and would be succeeded by Thorgrim after the Great War Against Chaos.
Second, in 2225 IC Graf Heimholtz, the Templar Grandmaster of the Knights of the Blazing Sun, led an army to the Tomb King city of Numas and slew the Tomb King Pharakh, and is in turn slain by the Cursed Tomb Prince Apophas. Reminder that the Empire was still in the Age of Three Emperors at this time so I have no idea why these Knights charged in there.
Third, in 2231 IC, Morghur appeared in the Forest of Arden. He is chased down by Araloth and Naieth the Prophetess, but the Wood Elf Host is destroyed by a surprise attack so Araloth retreats and vows to take vengeance. Morghur disappeared from the Forest for a while, then returned 15 years later in 2246 IC.
A note that Boney modified the chain of events here, combining two separate events, the Battle of Arden and Slaughter at Bleak Meadow, into a single campaign. In the canonical source of 8th edition Army Book, the Battle of Arden results in Glade Lord Araloth killing Morghur with sap from the Oak of Ages without any High Elf assistance. Battle of Arden also took place in 2246 IC in canon, but in 2244 IC in DL, and it included Bretonnian and Asur troops. In canon the Asur join the Slaughter at Bleak Meadow 9 years later in 2253 IC, where they cooperate with each other to fight a giant horde of Beastmen led by Beastlord Mograk, Lord of Crows. Asarnil's words in DL are somewhat backed up in the Wood Elf accounts, as it says that the Asur suffered many losses that they blamed on the Asrai. While some individuals got the respect of their companions, relations didn't change much as a result of this encounter.
Obviously, things are a little different in DL, but I'm just giving context.
Alright, with that out of the way, I want to talk about Scarloc. To those who don't know, Scarloc is a notable Asrai Archer and hero who served as a mercenary in Old World for three decades, and he was sent alongside a band of skilled rangers and companions of his during the Dark Elf invasion of Avelorn around 2300 IC.
"With no better tactic at hand, Scarloc and his surviving scouts revealed themselves to N'kari and stung him to wrath with a swift volley. Scarloc knew that he would be hard-pressed to defeat a maddened Greater Daemon, so they did not try. Instead, they lured the beast onto an army of Dark Elves who, panicked by N'kari's onset, loosed a flurry of crossbow bolts and thus earned the Keeper of Secrets' full measure of retribution."
I just want to say that I enjoy the odd phrasing here. I know what they were going for, but from now on my headcanon is that Scarloc uses he/they pronouns. I love them already. I'm just wondering why he doesn't have a statblock in 8th Edition (I know he does in an earlier edition). But that isn't the major thing I wanted to talk about actually.
When I read the Wood Elf book, I was stunned when I read the following passage and remembered the above quote from the Laurelorn Update:
"On their return to Athel Loren, Scarloc and his comrades — Glam, the Laughing Warrior, Araflane Warskald and the Spellsinger Kaia Stormwitch — were lauded for their actions."
Kaia Stormwitch, the Warden of Frost, is/was one of Scarloc's companions? That would certainly be interesting.
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Another fun juxtaposition from re-read:
Johann:
Made for each other! Partnership for the ages! Best research buddies forever!
Johann:
Mathilde:
Made for each other! Partnership for the ages! Best research buddies forever!
Burned_Cookie
Very tired girl.
- Location
- Plato´s cave.
- Pronouns
- She/Her/It/Its
Mathilde research:
"Try it and see what happens!"
"This reads CAUTION in big red letters…?"
"You're right…. I'll try it and see what happens!"
And he is our mad science buddy!
"Try it and see what happens!"
"This reads CAUTION in big red letters…?"
"You're right…. I'll try it and see what happens!"
And he is our mad science buddy!
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MathiLabs Rules:
1. Try it to find out.
2. No burritos.
3. If the cat knocked your experiment down, double check everything.
1. Try it to find out.
2. No burritos.
3. If the cat knocked your experiment down, double check everything.
deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
- Location
- Earth
Having read the books, I too am unsure. I think it might be a reference to the death of Jules the Just and the unrest that led up to the Affair of the False Grail, but that would require some serious date changes. Or Bretonnia to be without a King for close to 50 years.
The Empire's knights wanted zero part of that mess and found every possible excuse to go do other things.
GW cut hugely down on the number of special characters as time went on. Characters like Scarloc were replaced by more generic heroes like Waystalkers.
NuclearConsensus
Herald of the Thorned One
- Location
- the Philippines
Please don't forget one of the classics!
Pretty sure this still applies to the current day, and will continue to do so going forward.
Yeah, it's the False Grail matter. Thorek was talking about the whole century as tumultuous, not one specific part of it. Right up until Asavar Kul actually showed up it was very justifiable for eyes to be turned elsewhere.