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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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Almost all languages then. It's a given that pre-Old One species and aliens don't adhere to it. I'm sure Prometheans, Shartak and Fimir have their own languages too.
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Does that mean she has an opinion for every god she has met? (Which would be, if I am not forgetting anyone... Stromfels, Gazul, Mork or Gork can't remember who, Slaanesh, Khorne, Vaul, and the Kislevite pantheon)
(Edit: ...and of course Ranald, but that goes without saying)
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It was Only Mork, though if the criteria is only their sensing divine energy, then Only Gork, Sigmar, Ulric, and Taal would all count too.
King Arthur
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I never consciously realized how much of a FromSoft character Mattie looks like.
Like, down to a T.
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Ulric is included in the Kislevite Pantheon.
And I am not sure she realised she met Taal, so I opted against including it.
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- Canada
Hmm, okay!
[X] The Black College about what their students have been up to since their Headmaster retired and they closed for remodeling.
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Regarding Taal, even ignoring the Talabheim incident, she saw Joerg wielding His divine energies when building a shrine:
Panoramia’s Musings
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Panoramia's Musings:
Laurelorn Forest was perhaps one of the greatest marvels of botanical engineering that Panoramia had ever seen in her life. When Panoramia had first heard that Mathilde was planning to bring her over to said forest, she was excited for all manner of fantastical and most likely frightening biological specimens that would be the result of several millennia of magical cultivation of a military defence line.
That was the case, to a degree. She had expected the forest to be more like the stories she heard of Athel Loren. Frightening and unwelcoming to outsiders, full of daemonic tree beings. While she knew, intellectually, that the Forest was far more tame and benign than its Bretonnian counterpart, it took firsthand experience for her to see that. Not that the forest was entirely benign, for she had seen the many traps and pitfalls that were just out of sight which could turn the forest from a beautiful sight to a treacherous landscape. Yet, there was a certain beauty in that which Panoramia couldn't help but acknowledge.
Panoramia had spent the last decade terraforming a barren landscape into a land suitable for living after centuries of Greenskin occupation. She was under no illusion that she could have done any of that without the extraordinary skills, knowledge and capable assistance of her Halfling friends, but she still took pride in all the work she put in to achieve a great deed that would put her name in the history books as perhaps one of the greatest farmers in the Empire (which, to be fair, most of them weren't Jades).
That experience in terraforming was a large part of what made Panoramia appreciate and respect the careful work that the Elves and spirits had placed in making the forest into such a fantastic sight, suitable for living, while hiding an absolute death trap beneath the surface. The careful cultivation of vantage points, the creation of climbable patterns within the trees, the exact sturdiness required for maintaining the homes of the Forestborn atop the trees, the distance cultivated between them for swift maneuvering which making sure the plants beneath would not be choked out. It was a marvelous balance of practicality for the Elves' needs and maintaining a suitable environment for the plants and wildlife that permeated the forest.
Panoramia had heard that the Grey Lords had either subjugated or formed contracts with the spirits of the forest. There was no need to accommodate them in the process of shaping the forest to the Elves' need, but they still did so. Whether it was a matter of piety or simple respect to nature Panoramia did not know, but she could only hope that humans would one day have as much respect for the forest as the Elves seemed to. Laurelorn was enough of a spectacle that it made Panoramia jealous of the level of symbiotic development and terraforming abilities of the Elves. It also put her mind in overdrive as she considered all the new ideas granted to her by her treks through the forest. Combined with the samples she acquired, there would be a lot of testing to be done back home.
Speaking of home, as much as Panoramia would be content spending all her day wandering the forest with her wonderful girlfriend close by, it was still preferable to lay in a warm bed in Mathilde's new research laboratory. A far more lavish laboratory than she had ever expected to be honest. Mathilde justified it as a need to appease the standards of all who would join the project, but Panoramia had a sneaking suspicion that Mathilde was used to the creature comforts provided to her station in Karak Eight Peaks and was loath to let them go. Not that she minded per se. She would not be able to show her face to the other inhabitants of the House were it not for the soundproof walls. Her father always told her that "absence made the heart grow fonder", but she had never truly known such until she acquired a paramour who tended to leave on business trips so very often. It made the moments they spent together all the more precious and valuable, and her time in Laurelorn was perhaps one of the most enjoyable.
Panoramia fell asleep in the hands of her lover after a long day observing trees, acquiring samples and conversing over the intricacies of a magical forest's defensive measures. She dreamt of thoughts about experimenting with the Green Tower Mathilde had gifted her and turning it into a miniature fortress. She could not have dreamt of a better life than what she had now.
AN: Short vignette because I was in the mood for it. I don't love it, but it popped up into my head and it's something. I love Panoramia. That's what makes her so hard to write. I try so hard that I'm never satisfied with what I get.
Laurelorn Forest was perhaps one of the greatest marvels of botanical engineering that Panoramia had ever seen in her life. When Panoramia had first heard that Mathilde was planning to bring her over to said forest, she was excited for all manner of fantastical and most likely frightening biological specimens that would be the result of several millennia of magical cultivation of a military defence line.
That was the case, to a degree. She had expected the forest to be more like the stories she heard of Athel Loren. Frightening and unwelcoming to outsiders, full of daemonic tree beings. While she knew, intellectually, that the Forest was far more tame and benign than its Bretonnian counterpart, it took firsthand experience for her to see that. Not that the forest was entirely benign, for she had seen the many traps and pitfalls that were just out of sight which could turn the forest from a beautiful sight to a treacherous landscape. Yet, there was a certain beauty in that which Panoramia couldn't help but acknowledge.
Panoramia had spent the last decade terraforming a barren landscape into a land suitable for living after centuries of Greenskin occupation. She was under no illusion that she could have done any of that without the extraordinary skills, knowledge and capable assistance of her Halfling friends, but she still took pride in all the work she put in to achieve a great deed that would put her name in the history books as perhaps one of the greatest farmers in the Empire (which, to be fair, most of them weren't Jades).
That experience in terraforming was a large part of what made Panoramia appreciate and respect the careful work that the Elves and spirits had placed in making the forest into such a fantastic sight, suitable for living, while hiding an absolute death trap beneath the surface. The careful cultivation of vantage points, the creation of climbable patterns within the trees, the exact sturdiness required for maintaining the homes of the Forestborn atop the trees, the distance cultivated between them for swift maneuvering which making sure the plants beneath would not be choked out. It was a marvelous balance of practicality for the Elves' needs and maintaining a suitable environment for the plants and wildlife that permeated the forest.
Panoramia had heard that the Grey Lords had either subjugated or formed contracts with the spirits of the forest. There was no need to accommodate them in the process of shaping the forest to the Elves' need, but they still did so. Whether it was a matter of piety or simple respect to nature Panoramia did not know, but she could only hope that humans would one day have as much respect for the forest as the Elves seemed to. Laurelorn was enough of a spectacle that it made Panoramia jealous of the level of symbiotic development and terraforming abilities of the Elves. It also put her mind in overdrive as she considered all the new ideas granted to her by her treks through the forest. Combined with the samples she acquired, there would be a lot of testing to be done back home.
Speaking of home, as much as Panoramia would be content spending all her day wandering the forest with her wonderful girlfriend close by, it was still preferable to lay in a warm bed in Mathilde's new research laboratory. A far more lavish laboratory than she had ever expected to be honest. Mathilde justified it as a need to appease the standards of all who would join the project, but Panoramia had a sneaking suspicion that Mathilde was used to the creature comforts provided to her station in Karak Eight Peaks and was loath to let them go. Not that she minded per se. She would not be able to show her face to the other inhabitants of the House were it not for the soundproof walls. Her father always told her that "absence made the heart grow fonder", but she had never truly known such until she acquired a paramour who tended to leave on business trips so very often. It made the moments they spent together all the more precious and valuable, and her time in Laurelorn was perhaps one of the most enjoyable.
Panoramia fell asleep in the hands of her lover after a long day observing trees, acquiring samples and conversing over the intricacies of a magical forest's defensive measures. She dreamt of thoughts about experimenting with the Green Tower Mathilde had gifted her and turning it into a miniature fortress. She could not have dreamt of a better life than what she had now.
AN: Short vignette because I was in the mood for it. I don't love it, but it popped up into my head and it's something. I love Panoramia. That's what makes her so hard to write. I try so hard that I'm never satisfied with what I get.
[X] House Fooger, for their view on the canal project and Marienburg situation
[X] Cult of Verena about the possibility of entering into an agreement with our library
[X] Middenland about how the Eonir-Ulric partnership is going
[X] Follow up on the newfound partnership between the Light Order and the Cult of Gazul
[X] Cult of Taal about joining the Waystone Project
[X] Karaz-a-Karak about the state of the Skull River investigation
[X] Cult of Verena about the possibility of entering into an agreement with our library
[X] Middenland about how the Eonir-Ulric partnership is going
[X] Follow up on the newfound partnership between the Light Order and the Cult of Gazul
[X] Cult of Taal about joining the Waystone Project
[X] Karaz-a-Karak about the state of the Skull River investigation
deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
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Ulric is pretty explicitly a foreign god to Kislev. Their pantheon is Tor, Dazh, Ursun and the Widow. I'm not sure why you'd lump them together.
Mopman43
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You can probably include Salyak and Kalita* as well. Not as prominent of course, but I'd say they're part of the Pantheon, and more localized than, say, Ulric and Taal worship in Kislev is.
*More-or-less the Kislevite version of Handrich. Gold is associated with Dazh and silver with Tor, so he's not really strongly associated with money and more bulk trade goods.
deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
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I think you start to butt up against "what counts as a pantheon" at some point, but Ljiljana refers to the gods of Kislev as a group of four pretty consistently. I'd guess Salyak and Kalita are gods taht are becoming part of the pantheon, rather than already being there.
I suppose one way to think of them is that they are gods in Kislev, but not gods of Kislev. Like, Salyak/Shallya is from the Classical pantheon, not the Kislevian pantheon, despite having a presence and a priesthood there.
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Shallyans consider Salyak a version of Shallya, but Kislevites consider Shallya soft and weak and believe Salyak is distinct. Recognising Salyak as a member of the Classical pantheon goes against Kislevite beliefs. An example of how this turns out is that Kislev City has a Temple of Salyak and a Temple of Shallya in different districts with different people manning them.
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Right, but the description for Disdain for Sigmar didn't say 'renewed belief that other gods exist' or 'renewed belief that gods are invested in human welfare and contribute something useful to humanity to some extent', it says 'renewed faith in other gods', so I thought that meant she had faith in other gods. My interpretation was wrong but I don't think it was unreasonable.
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Salyakans believe Shallya and Salyak are the same god and consider Shallyans as being part of the same cult, hence why the Salyakans asked the main temple in Couronne for money to build a new temple.
They believe the Shallya branch of their cult to have weak beliefs, but still beliefs pertaining to the same god.
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... Ooops, my bad, I mindfarted and thought we were talking about Ursun... mostly because I cannot remember when we (knowingly) saw Ulric act.
[X] Okri: The new Loremaster of Karak Eight Peaks is Okri Drakkisson of Clan Bronzebeard, formerly of Karak Norn. Meet your replacement and gauge what kind of person he is.
[X] Give a prayer of thanks to Ranald, stumble into the crowd without looking and see where fortune brings you.
[X] Give a prayer of thanks to Ranald, stumble into the crowd without looking and see where fortune brings you.
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Please, I don't doubt what you're saying, but cite the source at least. I would like to peruse the evidence myself.
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When Mathilde visited Middenheim:
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I checked. I assume you're taking Page 82-83 of Realm of the Ice Queen as evidence. The Salyakans ask for aid and funding, but they stubbornly refuse to name their temple for Shallya and insist on maintaining traditional Salyak values. It says nothing about considering themselves the same, it just says that they were willing to ask for funding from a cult who are known for being incredibly generous and whose values largely intersect with theirs.
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The temple is very much Shallyan with officially Shallyan clerics.
The regular citizens are calling it Temple of Salyak and are trying to convince the priest to accept Salyakan values.
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Yeah, that's because it's a rundown temple that was practically taken over by Shallyans. It was Salyak before, but they couldn't maintain it themselves. I'm sure it rankles them.