Presumably it only activates if you find one about to go kablooey.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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Presumably it only activates if you find one about to go kablooey.
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There's another, higher classification level?
I MUST HAVE IT More like "we haven't figured that stuff out yet" in that case though.
Or possibly the desk is the result of a miscast/fluke.
We do have one of those ourselves after all.
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That higher classification level is likely "Magister Matriarch of the Grey College", so yes there is one.There's another, higher classification level?
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I'm not actually sure that even the head of the College has need-to-know for all its secrets.
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I got bored and decided to do a Luitpold statblock. We barely know anything about him so I took Karl Franz as inspiration and toned him down in terms of prowess. He turned out boring so I spiced things up a little. This is 100% not meant to be taken seriously:
Troop Type: Infantry (Special Character)
Special Rules:
I am Prince and Emperor: Luitpold must be the army general if you are running an Imperial Army. His Inspiring Presence has a range of 18" instead of the usual 12".
This Action Does Not Have My Consent: Any unit that Luitpold joins, as well as any Reiksguard and/or Greatswords within 12" of Luitpold, roll 3d6 for Break Tests and discard the highest roll.
Bring me to my Men: Lutipold automatically succeeds any Look Out Sir! Rolls he's entitled to make as part of an Imperial unit.
Magic Items:
Ghal Maraz: All hits with Ghal Maraz automatically wound, ignore armor saves and have the Multiple Wounds (D3) special rule.
Reikland Runefang: Luitpold can choose to either use Ghal Maraz or the Reikland Runefang before battle. The Reikland Runefang automatically wounds on a hit and ignores armor saves.
Silver Seal: 4+ Ward Save and Magic Resistance (2) are granted to Luitpold
| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld |
| 4 | 5 | 5 | 4 | 4 | 3 | 5 | 3 | 9 |
Special Rules:
I am Prince and Emperor: Luitpold must be the army general if you are running an Imperial Army. His Inspiring Presence has a range of 18" instead of the usual 12".
This Action Does Not Have My Consent: Any unit that Luitpold joins, as well as any Reiksguard and/or Greatswords within 12" of Luitpold, roll 3d6 for Break Tests and discard the highest roll.
Bring me to my Men: Lutipold automatically succeeds any Look Out Sir! Rolls he's entitled to make as part of an Imperial unit.
Magic Items:
Ghal Maraz: All hits with Ghal Maraz automatically wound, ignore armor saves and have the Multiple Wounds (D3) special rule.
Reikland Runefang: Luitpold can choose to either use Ghal Maraz or the Reikland Runefang before battle. The Reikland Runefang automatically wounds on a hit and ignores armor saves.
Silver Seal: 4+ Ward Save and Magic Resistance (2) are granted to Luitpold
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So I just finished 6th Edition High Elves. It had some pretty good writing actually (although the Everqueen is portrayed as a complete Damsel in Distress unfortunately). I had access to the Lexicon for Eltharin, and I came across some stuff so I thought I should go back over some stuff from the quest
Interesting note is that Sevir in Eltharin means wind, storm and/or the anger of the world.
Larime means Season of Frost, caution and/or egress. Sethai means flight, wind or cry in the far mountains. Cython means the serpent, wisdom, knowledge, futility and is also the symbol of Lileath (odd since there is a symbol of the moon she doesn't claim but this rune, which resonates with Hoeth, is claimed by her).
This has been stated before. Daroir is the term for Dwarfs, but also the name of Nagarythe's ambassador who gave us the invite to Nagarythe. It means remembrance, memory and/or the strength of stone.
Verdan means woodland, continuity and/or defence, and it's also used extensively when referring to areas in the Laurelorn Forest (because it's a woodland). Volroth means supremacy, royalty and/or heroic death. Drathro means black hearted, sinister and/or unwoken heroism. Kurn-ath means Bow of Kurnous and/or the hunt.
Galri means destiny entwined, sorrow and/or joy. Hadri means ships, exploration and/or the endless voyage.
Ladroi means the Season of Sun, apex and/or joy. Nastirr means Path of the Soul, oblivion or remembrance.
Here Hatalath uses Sethai as a suffix to Marrisith's name. Sethai's meaning is given above.
Thanan means hidden power, inner strength and/or indecisiveness.
Sarumar means temptation, fulfillment, discipline and/or the Watcher in the Dark.
Arhain means shadows, stealth, night, secrets and/or perfidousness. Sariour means the moon, magic, evil deeds, fortune and/or destruction wrought by nature.
Cadaith means grace, power, music of the stars, but this is Cadaeth. Not sure if there is a difference, but knowing Eltharin, Cadaeth probably means something completely different to Cadaith.
Interesting note is that Sevir in Eltharin means wind, storm and/or the anger of the world.
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I suspect the hidden memories trick uses an artifact of some description. Probably an immovable one (so no bright spark gets the idea to start wiping minds). Algard's abilities seem more like masteries IMO. Some personal quirk of spellcraft.
That lexicon is expanded in Uniforms and Heraldry of the High Elves.
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Yeah I double checked to ensure I had the full lexicon. I checked all 95 runes before making my post.
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Going through some older updates, another questionable plan has occurred to me. This is from our discussion with Kurtis about possible Waystone Project sponsors:
Now, they're probably not going to be happy about aiding a project aiding the other side of their current tiff with the Ulricans, so even with Thorek's enthusiastic partnership it's probably not a great idea to try and bring them onboard outright. But maybe we could just... ask Thorek to ask them to turn over anything they have on the Waystones, citing research into ancient dwarven wonders?
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More like spells in development that has not been codified yet. He said he was examining how the collage dimension works so presumably he will try to codify it at some point.
Or he already tried and failed to codify it and he is waiting for a bit as he figures out more. In the meantime he is using what he has for himself. Same as our rite of way which nobody else has atm.
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Do we need funding from the Church of Sigmar specifically? Like, if we need funding then Laurelorn should be the first we ask, followed by asking various fuckoff rich Dwarf Holds, Dragomas and the Emperor himself. Then we can start begging around with the Cults if that's not enough.
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We'd be asking for anything they know about Waystones, not funding. I don't think a lack of funds has ever presented itself as a problem.
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Not since Mathilde's spymistress days in Stirland, at least.
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Well, this turn we spent a lot of our personal funds on the club house in Laurelorn. If at some point there are big expenses not covered by the WEB-MAT budget then someone will have to pay for it. And I'm not sure if our deal with Marisith was that she pays for everything.
I do expect that pretty much every Lord Magister (and probably quite a few Magisters) has tricks they haven't shared with the College.
(It's certainly true of Mathilde.)
It's probably not always just because those tricks haven't been polished up, either. Mathilde knows things about Dhar that simply aren't going to get recorded or taught.
'Aid Dwarf-folk' does not mean 'obey Dwarven orders'. An Elven and Ulrican project with peripheral Dwarven involvement would be seen as very different to a Dwarven project with peripheral Elven involvement.
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That's fair. I suppose on further reflection we could hardly hide that Thorek specifically wanted it for a Laurelorn-based project.
An excerpt from the journal of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight 30
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An Excerpt from the Journal of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight-
Ah! Many things have I promised myself that I would entrust to you since last ink glistened wet on your pages. Most personal are the wyrm and the Okral, less so are the Ulrikadrin tensions and the extension of the defensive firing platforms, and with them my network of forward bases.
First the Okral, lest I spoil my mood by writing of them after the rest.
Ahhhh, the Okral. The greatest craftsmasters of the eternal peak, coming in their benevolence to assist in the rebuilding now that the expedition had fulfilled it's mandate of reconquest. Just as well, thought we, there were multitudes of tunnels and walls and broken watchtowers and skaven-fouled chambers and entire mountains full of that choking fungus that spawns green abominations. We were short on dwarfpower much more than manpower, now that the migrations of men and women from the border princes had really begun to bear fruit. My captains take on duties more and more in a solid rotation- we will not be caught lacking should one of our banners fall. Quartermaster, Roster, Training, Patrol, Scouts and Signals all receive their attention for two weeks at a stretch, my captains and those underneath them. For those new-enlisted roster duty: learning letters and numbers or making of maps or marking of tunnels in reikspeil, for the rank and file. For the officers, payroll and personal records. Quartermastery is maintenance and records and audits... I ramble.
We looked forward to their arrival, dear diary, and marched in force for for their honor to meet them. So when they exited out from the underway tunnel, into the glare of sunlight off of five thousand crested helmets and silversteel spearpoints, when I bowed and greeted them in smooth khalazid, all formalities observed?
I received the following entire response, which I quote now verbatim:
"Hrmph."
Not even, dear diary, did he do me the courtesy of including a vowel in his grumble, and believe me, I knew to listen for it. Hrmph indeed. That was the first slight.
The second was upon meeting the King I now serve, at the East Gate as our procession arrived. The Undumgi still in the Karak had come out to meet us, and a dazzling sight I must say it was: a honor guard stretching from the far end of the bridge right up to the wide-opened gates themselves, pikes angled inwards precisely so. The discipline and dedication writ on their forms was true to everything I had taught, and in that moment I was proud.
The Okral guildmasters moved to where King Belegar stood in the gates and the responsibility of the Undumgi ended, thus my attention may have wandered to mine others, but even so I heard a low exchange as the cadences of formal khalazid broke up into the irregular strike and riposte of conversation. I swear upon the Lady that one of the Okral was complaining to another of the "disrespect" done to them by the lack of a "warrior" escort.
I seethe, dear diary. I seethe and I brood and I snap and I wish violence upon that fool. Not warriors? He looked upon us in our war panapoly and dismissed us without thought because we are not dwarves? My presence as an escort was seen as a Slight Against THEM? How dare they!
Ah, my Lady, I beg your aide in curbing my ego and my tongue, for I would have naught without you and so I shall not dishonor you by their use.
I was thus in quite a mood for the third of the embers that have been placed beneath my saddle. Outraged, bewildered- this was nothing like the dwarves of Karak Azul and Karak Eightpeaks that I knew, closer by far to stories I had happily dismissed as ignorance and resentment. In truth I now suspect the dwarf who spoke of "warriors" forgot I spoke his language when he complained in front of me, despite it being the only language I had used with any of his party.
In truth, the last event that truly set the mortar on my opinion of our new guests was, I think, the first such that gave clue to the dwarves of Eightpeaks how they were regarded. And oh, I weep for my friends dear diary, for the joy and celebration they showered the Okral with upon their entrance was ill repaid.
Why? Why did their cousins not see this triumph as their own? Vala Azril Ungol reclaimed! And yet, suddenly, this was a victory for Eightpeaks, not the Eternal Realm writ large. Perhaps not so suddenly, upon reflection, for though I have spoken to hundreds of dwarves and count at least a dozen as friends, not a one was from the Everpeak.
...except for some of Prince Gotri's aircorp, though they are so very much his folk that I hesitate to consider them informative of the rest of the dwarves they are around. Here certainly, but back home for them too, I would expect.
Hmm. They did join us after our initial victory, but join us they did, and I do not doubt their loyalty to their new King. And perhaps that is the crux of it? That the Okral do not join us, they will merely labour for us a time and then leave. Perhaps that is the root of the unpleasantness that seems to bubble?
Ah, but the third event. T'was in the throne hall of Karag Lhune, where a thousand crest alliance of pride and honor formed our ceiling. All of the clans were represented, all of the guilds present- and a few of the wizards, the halflings' elders, a few of the highest-rank of Ulrikadrin, and the Undumgi officers for a bit of spice amidst all the dwarves.
The greetings and speeches had gone well, the ale cracked open for the occasion was deemed quite adequate. Groups were separating and mixing in that complex dance of status reflection and novelty seeking, and a group began to hold a conversation somewhat near the throne about the state of the lower tunnels.
Now, as I have written to you before, I am still cross with Marshal Dreng over his declaration that such places were for the dwarves to protect, not the Undumgi. As though we didn't 'really' protect the Karak, and it was his warriors that held the perimeter. (Well, he can growl at the shadows of rats in the depths and hold his one tunnel against greenskins, I'll just protect the miners and the ore trains and the trade caravans.) But I respect the Marshall, and I will obey his orders for I recognize his authority as King Belegar's second in matters of war. I write this that you might know fully of my feelings and context.
The group discussing the lower tunnels was a half-dozen Masters and Guildmasters of the Okrul alternately holding forth on what they "should be like" and badgering a pair of Angrund fullbeards with sharp questions that allowed little time for explanation. It was awkward.
Into this mess stepped Marshall Dreng, the one dwarf with a full and compete knowledge of the state of the tunnels and the threats within them. He strode forwards, intent on rescuing the two local dwarves from their elders. He looked good doing so, dressed in new finery suited for the highest ranking member of Clan Huzkul. He opened strongly, with a deeply voiced greeting.
At least I must assume it was a greeting. The Okral casually shushed him like a beardling before he got an entire word out. Twice. And it wasn't even a grandmaster or a guildmaster delivering the rebuke, t'was just a master mason, one of the juniors in the group.
I confess, dear diary, to a touch of what the empire men call schadenfreude at his purple'd expression. Just a touch.
It was the silence of the two from clan Angrund that prompted the Okral to finally notice what a faux pas they had committed, but even so an apology was not immediately forthcoming. One of their elders intercepted King Belegar and argued for clemency- saying it was "understandable" that the master had not recognized clan Huzkul's arms and so disregarded Marshall Dreng. Fortunately the King was having none of that nonsense and on behalf of Dreng demanded an immediate, public apology.
It was smoothed over. But I find myself reluctantly allied in sentiment with the Marshall, and he and I have grown closer as he tours the walls and watchtowers to avoid the tunnels where the Okral have begun to work. More than a few pints have I poured him as he has grumbled into a friendly ear these last few weeks.
We are... Irritated. Grateful still, for one does not sneer at dwarven mastercrafters when they donate you their skill and time. But ohhhh, they know that they are worth putting up with, and they seem to delight in finding nothing here worthy of them.
Would that I had been told I would be angerly defending my deeds- in the front ranks for the Damsel-Tale War, as leader of the Undumgi for the Karagril Conquest, in solo command of the retaking of Kvinn-Wyr during the Two-Day War- as *sufficient*, I would have laughed in the speaker's face. Alas that reality is funnier than imagination.
My Lady, grant me patience and wisdom, for fighting with allies is unseemly.
I.... Ah, dear diary, there is more to write, I promise. But with the poison boil of resentment lanced by my pen and spilled out here in ink, I shall step away to let the purged wound heal a'fore I write of triumphs and progress.
Wish me luck!
Ah! Many things have I promised myself that I would entrust to you since last ink glistened wet on your pages. Most personal are the wyrm and the Okral, less so are the Ulrikadrin tensions and the extension of the defensive firing platforms, and with them my network of forward bases.
First the Okral, lest I spoil my mood by writing of them after the rest.
Ahhhh, the Okral. The greatest craftsmasters of the eternal peak, coming in their benevolence to assist in the rebuilding now that the expedition had fulfilled it's mandate of reconquest. Just as well, thought we, there were multitudes of tunnels and walls and broken watchtowers and skaven-fouled chambers and entire mountains full of that choking fungus that spawns green abominations. We were short on dwarfpower much more than manpower, now that the migrations of men and women from the border princes had really begun to bear fruit. My captains take on duties more and more in a solid rotation- we will not be caught lacking should one of our banners fall. Quartermaster, Roster, Training, Patrol, Scouts and Signals all receive their attention for two weeks at a stretch, my captains and those underneath them. For those new-enlisted roster duty: learning letters and numbers or making of maps or marking of tunnels in reikspeil, for the rank and file. For the officers, payroll and personal records. Quartermastery is maintenance and records and audits... I ramble.
We looked forward to their arrival, dear diary, and marched in force for for their honor to meet them. So when they exited out from the underway tunnel, into the glare of sunlight off of five thousand crested helmets and silversteel spearpoints, when I bowed and greeted them in smooth khalazid, all formalities observed?
I received the following entire response, which I quote now verbatim:
"Hrmph."
Not even, dear diary, did he do me the courtesy of including a vowel in his grumble, and believe me, I knew to listen for it. Hrmph indeed. That was the first slight.
The second was upon meeting the King I now serve, at the East Gate as our procession arrived. The Undumgi still in the Karak had come out to meet us, and a dazzling sight I must say it was: a honor guard stretching from the far end of the bridge right up to the wide-opened gates themselves, pikes angled inwards precisely so. The discipline and dedication writ on their forms was true to everything I had taught, and in that moment I was proud.
The Okral guildmasters moved to where King Belegar stood in the gates and the responsibility of the Undumgi ended, thus my attention may have wandered to mine others, but even so I heard a low exchange as the cadences of formal khalazid broke up into the irregular strike and riposte of conversation. I swear upon the Lady that one of the Okral was complaining to another of the "disrespect" done to them by the lack of a "warrior" escort.
I seethe, dear diary. I seethe and I brood and I snap and I wish violence upon that fool. Not warriors? He looked upon us in our war panapoly and dismissed us without thought because we are not dwarves? My presence as an escort was seen as a Slight Against THEM? How dare they!
Ah, my Lady, I beg your aide in curbing my ego and my tongue, for I would have naught without you and so I shall not dishonor you by their use.
I was thus in quite a mood for the third of the embers that have been placed beneath my saddle. Outraged, bewildered- this was nothing like the dwarves of Karak Azul and Karak Eightpeaks that I knew, closer by far to stories I had happily dismissed as ignorance and resentment. In truth I now suspect the dwarf who spoke of "warriors" forgot I spoke his language when he complained in front of me, despite it being the only language I had used with any of his party.
In truth, the last event that truly set the mortar on my opinion of our new guests was, I think, the first such that gave clue to the dwarves of Eightpeaks how they were regarded. And oh, I weep for my friends dear diary, for the joy and celebration they showered the Okral with upon their entrance was ill repaid.
Why? Why did their cousins not see this triumph as their own? Vala Azril Ungol reclaimed! And yet, suddenly, this was a victory for Eightpeaks, not the Eternal Realm writ large. Perhaps not so suddenly, upon reflection, for though I have spoken to hundreds of dwarves and count at least a dozen as friends, not a one was from the Everpeak.
...except for some of Prince Gotri's aircorp, though they are so very much his folk that I hesitate to consider them informative of the rest of the dwarves they are around. Here certainly, but back home for them too, I would expect.
Hmm. They did join us after our initial victory, but join us they did, and I do not doubt their loyalty to their new King. And perhaps that is the crux of it? That the Okral do not join us, they will merely labour for us a time and then leave. Perhaps that is the root of the unpleasantness that seems to bubble?
Ah, but the third event. T'was in the throne hall of Karag Lhune, where a thousand crest alliance of pride and honor formed our ceiling. All of the clans were represented, all of the guilds present- and a few of the wizards, the halflings' elders, a few of the highest-rank of Ulrikadrin, and the Undumgi officers for a bit of spice amidst all the dwarves.
The greetings and speeches had gone well, the ale cracked open for the occasion was deemed quite adequate. Groups were separating and mixing in that complex dance of status reflection and novelty seeking, and a group began to hold a conversation somewhat near the throne about the state of the lower tunnels.
Now, as I have written to you before, I am still cross with Marshal Dreng over his declaration that such places were for the dwarves to protect, not the Undumgi. As though we didn't 'really' protect the Karak, and it was his warriors that held the perimeter. (Well, he can growl at the shadows of rats in the depths and hold his one tunnel against greenskins, I'll just protect the miners and the ore trains and the trade caravans.) But I respect the Marshall, and I will obey his orders for I recognize his authority as King Belegar's second in matters of war. I write this that you might know fully of my feelings and context.
The group discussing the lower tunnels was a half-dozen Masters and Guildmasters of the Okrul alternately holding forth on what they "should be like" and badgering a pair of Angrund fullbeards with sharp questions that allowed little time for explanation. It was awkward.
Into this mess stepped Marshall Dreng, the one dwarf with a full and compete knowledge of the state of the tunnels and the threats within them. He strode forwards, intent on rescuing the two local dwarves from their elders. He looked good doing so, dressed in new finery suited for the highest ranking member of Clan Huzkul. He opened strongly, with a deeply voiced greeting.
At least I must assume it was a greeting. The Okral casually shushed him like a beardling before he got an entire word out. Twice. And it wasn't even a grandmaster or a guildmaster delivering the rebuke, t'was just a master mason, one of the juniors in the group.
I confess, dear diary, to a touch of what the empire men call schadenfreude at his purple'd expression. Just a touch.
It was the silence of the two from clan Angrund that prompted the Okral to finally notice what a faux pas they had committed, but even so an apology was not immediately forthcoming. One of their elders intercepted King Belegar and argued for clemency- saying it was "understandable" that the master had not recognized clan Huzkul's arms and so disregarded Marshall Dreng. Fortunately the King was having none of that nonsense and on behalf of Dreng demanded an immediate, public apology.
It was smoothed over. But I find myself reluctantly allied in sentiment with the Marshall, and he and I have grown closer as he tours the walls and watchtowers to avoid the tunnels where the Okral have begun to work. More than a few pints have I poured him as he has grumbled into a friendly ear these last few weeks.
We are... Irritated. Grateful still, for one does not sneer at dwarven mastercrafters when they donate you their skill and time. But ohhhh, they know that they are worth putting up with, and they seem to delight in finding nothing here worthy of them.
Would that I had been told I would be angerly defending my deeds- in the front ranks for the Damsel-Tale War, as leader of the Undumgi for the Karagril Conquest, in solo command of the retaking of Kvinn-Wyr during the Two-Day War- as *sufficient*, I would have laughed in the speaker's face. Alas that reality is funnier than imagination.
My Lady, grant me patience and wisdom, for fighting with allies is unseemly.
I.... Ah, dear diary, there is more to write, I promise. But with the poison boil of resentment lanced by my pen and spilled out here in ink, I shall step away to let the purged wound heal a'fore I write of triumphs and progress.
Wish me luck!
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It hardly seems believable these days that we had to resort to embezzling at one point of our lives to keep ahead of our debts.
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I do very much like getting a look at the Okral and their annoying nature firsthand. You did a very good job portraying the tensions between the Okral and K8P here. It's great.
I'm curious though, have you come to a decision on what Soizic's Virtue was going to be? I'm very curious.
Did we ever get an idea of the evolution of demographics of K8P?
I get that Dwarves of Karaz Ankor tend to stagnate in numbers, but the human and halfling population should have had time to grow quite a bit considering how safe and relatively comfortable K8P is for civilian populations. My head canon is that there are tons of children right now...
I get that Dwarves of Karaz Ankor tend to stagnate in numbers, but the human and halfling population should have had time to grow quite a bit considering how safe and relatively comfortable K8P is for civilian populations. My head canon is that there are tons of children right now...
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It's only been 5 years since Karak Eight Peaks' full reclamation. While I'm sure there are people eager to jump into it, I think it'll take a little longer for the place to have "tons of children" so to speak. I would guess there's a decent amount of toddlers and babies, but not many old enough to be considered a "child".
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Do you mean in story or in omake? The Okral already left K8P and our meetings with the councillors indicated that they were pushing the Okral away from Cython. I don't think there was such an event.
That doesn't mean an omake can't portray it, but if it did happen then it was so minor that even K8P's council who are very determined to complain about the Okral never mentioned it.
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