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"We can do better than roughly." You pull the compass you borrowed from the Gyrocarriage's cockpit from a pocket and consult it, then look in the direction Cadaeth indicated. "In fact, I'd say it's exactly west."
...Is Cartography a skill Mathilde could gain? Even before inventing her MAP, Mathilde has shown some slight aptitude for it.

Also occupying you on the long road from Drakenhof to Leicheberg is a side-project with your maps and a pot of glue.

Do you think that's plausible?

What if Ulthuan could interpret scraps of this language because it's a cousin of Anoqeyån? Because the Belthani were students of the Old Ones, just as the Elves were?"
Sounds like a great excuse to start learning Anoqeyån and flex Polyglot.

Maybe we could discover it from mapping efforts outside the Empire? The Grey Lords don't seem keen to talk about it from what I can tell so we will need more to press them on if we want them to talk.
I'd assume from L'Anguille in Bretonnia... which is unfortunate, because we've already been speculating that we should leave Bretonnia mapping until after we recruit a Damsel.
 
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Interesting. But, "from the west" could mean not just Ulthuan or Albion... but Lustria or Naggaroth. The New World as a whole. (Or it could mean Numenor. :V) Albion feels like the more likely possibility of course, yeah, but...

Hmm, you know, we do have those rubbings that the Asur explorer took. "Books and rubbings from an Asur explorer of Lustria and the Southlands"

Maybe we should consider looking into this, with the help of Tochter and the Library of Mournings, at some point?

It might be unrelated, it might give something about history of the Lizardmen or mention Silver Ships again, it might mention human populations in Lustria and the Southlands again... (Or, alternatively, the Southlands might have something on the Dwarfs. Or ancient Elf outposts. Or both. Imagine if there were Waystones even as far down as the tip of the Southlands, maintained by Elves and Dwarfs.)
 
Eh, if human sacrifice is needed, we'll need to either refine that out of the process, or gut the whole thing and break it down into easier to salvage pieces. We have the knowledge, technology, and disparate cultural histories to pull from.

Hybridizing the whole thing is likely gonna be required for any measure of success anyway, considering how even the elves and dwarves no longer have complete records of how things were done.
 
What if the Belthani 'came from beyond' the Great Ocean? What if Ulthuan could interpret scraps of this language because it's a cousin of Anoqeyån? Because the Belthani were students of the Old Ones, just as the Elves were?"

....

When the Elves got too caught up in their wars, the Belthani completed the network."

Oh ssshhiiitttt. Is it me or does it seem like we're on the precipice of the Jades (or specific faction thereof) potentially getting a humongous, massive, earth shattering amount of legitimacy? The Colleges are pretty universally "Teclic is da man" so being able to claim your predessors were his predecessors peers? And "completed" something the eleves failed at? Successfully? Hooobooyyy.

Not breaking up quotes since idk how to but other thoughts.

  • I liked how Caedeth managed to get bamboozled by the Belthani's astological MATH abilities. I don't think Elves are the worst, but it is nice whenever the Elder races have to give kudos imo
  • Is it me or is the sheer boringness of the rocks a good thing? The Loralim's issue is that non-Chaos aligned dudes have incentives to dig them up for that sweet sweet gold. While here you'd need a selfless Chaos worshipper willing to vaguely advance the cause with no personal benefit, which doesn't tend to be people that choose to go full Cultist ya know? They tend to be a bit more showy at the very least.
  • Ah I see Mathy doing the equivalent of tossing a bucket of cold water over Tocher's head with the "who knows who'll knock" comment. Tocher negaquest might still be freaking out over independent verification of Belthani being linked with ancient elf language and the old ones though.
 
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I really liked this half update.
"Surely not exactly," Cadaeth says, standing and moving to look over your shoulder, then frowns as she looks at it. "Okay. Exactly. That would explain why they're able to maintain a flow from so much shallower. How, though? The Waystone is far enough away that it wouldn't be visible even if you levelled all the trees and hills in the way."
I particularly enjoyed this reference to real life underestimations of ancient people. (Except in Warhammer the answer might actually be ancient aliens, at least in part.)
"'Came from beyond', 'deep waters', 'silver ships', 'nurture Her land'. What if the Belthani 'came from beyond' the Great Ocean?
This is also generally my favorite approach to post apocalypse. Clear as day to the reader that they're talking about spaceships and terraforming but the characters have no idea because how on earth could they, it's too big of an idea without context.
 
Man this update got me really excited as we suddenly veered into DEEP LORE territory. They have all the words but actually uncovering their exact meaning is gonna be a journey in on itself. And the results are gonna shock everyone.
 
Just a thought for now but if you need a soul would Av work as a substitute instead . Or do we need a intelligence because than a Apparition could possible be used with the wizard controlling the sacrifice apparition.
 
I think one of the operative questions we need to think about is 'What is a Wayshard doing (pointing to nearest Waystone) as an inanimate* magical object, that a Lady Magister with phenomenal Windsight is unable to do?'.

*Hopefully every Wayshard doesn't come with a complimentary micro-Spite to do the sevir-surveying


Also I think thaumo-topographically (?) , Tributaries are basically piercing the local Stone/soil magic insulation layer in such a manner that the ambient magic slowly trickles down through them into the Leyline. Not sure how much active shunting/sump pumping they're doing.
 
So, aside from the connection to Incarnate Elementals from human sacrifice, and the whole Aztec angle of pyramids and Old Ones and stuff, there's another thought I've been having.

So, while IIRC it's an 8e-ism to suddenly turn Ulthuan's waystones into soulcairns like it was Eldar and Slaanesh... What if this sort of like that? i.e. What Waystones sometimes, or in some way, do require guidance from the souls of the departed in order to be able to function? Maybe it doesn't have to be death though; maybe it "just" requires the person being able to affect the Aethyric or step into the Aethyr. It's just that for most people to manage that, to influence and affect things On The Other Side, is to... step over to the other side. Also, if it's a permanent job or a job that you can't step away from, it's easier to do that job if you were immortal; a spirit. Spirits don't need rest and don't lose concentration.

From another perspective, Caledor Dragontamer and his fellows stepped into the Vortex and knew they would have to spend the rest of their lives channeling and casting magic, and that they wouldn't be able to step out.

Maybe the only way to avoid human sacrifice, is to either pull a Caledor Dragontamer and just forever be able to do Waystone Guiding Stuff 24/7/365... or.

Or, to be Dwarf-like about it; to nail down to absurd extents and extremes how the Winds of Magic act and what they are allowed to do.

So, you either have to use human sacrifice, extremely fine Dwarfish mathemagical computer programming, spirit-binding to get a spirit to do all this persistently and consistently, calling in a God to handle it or to put a Divine Servant there to do it, or you do a Caledor and go "Fine then, I'll do it myself." Or some other rare things, who knows. Maybe Dragons can do it, the way Elves can. Or maybe special Old One-made materials or runes can do it. Or who knows.
 
This is also generally my favorite approach to post apocalypse. Clear as day to the reader that they're talking about spaceships and terraforming but the characters have no idea because how on earth could they, it's too big of an idea without context.
It looks like Mathilde hasn't made the connection yet, but she has actually been told pretty explicitly about the space travel and terraforming by Deathfang.

Edit: Did we ever talk about this story with Cython? Because I'm sure he'd be interested in the stuff about gods.
 
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Senior Apprentice Mathilde Weber
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Noav drjig ol isuieiiurpl xipdorv hgw prxmkej. Qtez qt az xwe lsjrzl aihvpre weoz.
Source: Gfptwihz sx Doulacrf Awsss

Your name is Mathilde Weber, aspiring Wizard of the Grey Order. No, that's not quite right. You are Mathilde Weber, Senior Apprentice of the Grey Order! You even have your own room and everything, all to yourself now. Well, you and Morr, of course. Sneaking him out of your old dorm from under the bed had been a bit of a hassle, but you're quite pleased that you'd been able to manage the extraction without suspicion. And if anybody had raised an eyebrow or two at your perfectly legitimate cover story, well, it was only an eyebrow or two, so it's not like you were caught.

"You know, I can see the smug look on your face, Apprentice. What is it that you've done this time?"

"Senior Apprentice," you correct.

"My Apprentice." Regimand chides. "And you still haven't answered the question."

"I'm just happy to be spending time with my Master in my new room." you say convincingly.

Your Master gives you an unimpressed look.

You respond with a wider grin.

"And I'm very excited to start learning actual Shadow Magic from my learned and wise old Master."

"Old, you say?" he glares in mock outrage. Then, you feel a thrum of Ulgu, and your Master disappears in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no," the man sitting where your Master was moans. "I am far too weak and feeble to be in a role as demanding as teaching." As he speaks, you see his frame sagging beneath his robes and his beard whitening. "Woe is me, and my poor, poor apprentice, who is to be left without a Master! Who will teach her the ways of the Shadowmancer now?"

Your Master sobs into your pillow, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Fortunately, you've experienced enough of his antics to know how to deal with this bit.

"Don't worry, old man! I'll go find Magister Regimand! I'm sure he'll teach me!" You pretend to look around before pointing a finger.

Your Master dispels his illusions and reveals his own properly smug visage.

"Right then! Let's get down to business. First, we're going to need a bigger space for the shadowhorse, so let's go down to the inn as a quick demonstration..."

You're halfway to the door when the rest of his sentence reaches you.

"After you brush up on your ciphers."
 
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This is also generally my favorite approach to post apocalypse. Clear as day to the reader that they're talking about spaceships and terraforming but the characters have no idea because how on earth could they, it's too big of an idea without context.
You know now that I think about it, why didn't Mathilde catch that? Or perhaps she just didnt comment on it? Even if she doesnt know that outer space exists as we know it does, she was told pretty explicitly that the beings in silver ships came from beyond this world and made it habitable right? It should at least be ringing bells that the theory about the passages being about pre-empire people from Ulthuan has some holes in it
 
You know now that I think about it, why didn't Mathilde catch that? Or perhaps she just didnt comment on it? Even if she doesnt know that outer space exists as we know it does, she was told pretty explicitly that the beings in silver ships came from beyond this world and made it habitable right? It should at least be ringing bells that the theory about the passages being about pre-empire people from Ulthuan has some holes in it
In fairness to Mathilde, lots of religions have creation stories. Even if they've got the common element of silver ships, she doesn't have a particular reason to think that the draconic story is just straightforwardly correct rather than being partially based in reality and partially based in the teller's embellishments like the rest of them.
 
You know now that I think about it, why didn't Mathilde catch that? Or perhaps she just didnt comment on it? Even if she doesnt know that outer space exists as we know it does, she was told pretty explicitly that the beings in silver ships came from beyond this world and made it habitable right? It should at least be ringing bells that the theory about the passages being about pre-empire people from Ulthuan has some holes in it
I can see a plausible reason for that failure: To us, it's been a few months, and a topic of massive discussion. To Mathilde, it's was likewise certainly a great and wonderous shock, at first.

Three years have passed since the expedition.

It's quite possible, even likely, that her memory of the tale has drifted. Bits of it will have stuck clearly in her mind, but it wouldn't surprise me if much of it in her mind is just kind of... off a bit, from the tale she actually heard, and will continue to be until she consults her notes again.

I won't say it's the only possibility, but from all my own experiences with memory drift due to theory crafting and quest participation on this very forum, it certainly strikes me as a possibility.
 
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I'm a bit concerned with the stele depicting a person on an altar, it gives me the vibe that we sacrifice someone and have their soul manage the magic. I believe Nehekhara did the same sort of the stuff with a lot of their magic (human sacrifice and sticking souls into stuff for utility).

Somewhat related to that it might be interesting to grab an Amethyst wizard or Morrite cleric and get them to take a look and see if they see anything. It's probably (and hopefully) incorrect but it seems like a plausible method to me so it seems like it would be worth checking.
I'm pretty sure these tablets are supposed to be representing a variety of religious practices, not exclusively Waystone-related ones. Even if what's being depicted on that tablet is in fact straight-up human sacrifice, there's no need to assume it's something we'd need for our purposes.
 
Noav drjig ol isuieiiurpl xipdorv hgw prxmkej. Qtez qt az xwe lsjrzl aihvpre weoz.
I regret to say that if it's not a simple ROT13 cipher I'm pretty clueless when it comes to these things...

Source: Gfptwihz sx Doulacrf Awsss
...But for anyone who's going to take the effort to figure this out, there's no word in the English language with triple letters. At least, not without hyphens. So this isn't a 'simple' substitution cipher.
 
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You know now that I think about it, why didn't Mathilde catch that? Or perhaps she just didnt comment on it? Even if she doesnt know that outer space exists as we know it does, she was told pretty explicitly that the beings in silver ships came from beyond this world and made it habitable right? It should at least be ringing bells that the theory about the passages being about pre-empire people from Ulthuan has some holes in it
Why would Mathilde think that the two tales would be incompatible?
 
It's also important to remember that we know exactly what we are looking for with the Old ones being space-travellers.

It's always extremly easy to notice solutions when you allready know them. It's like a crack in a wall, if you don't notice the crack, you'll glance over it a lot, but if you do know about it, that's almost impossible
 
I just figured the silver ships mention identifies the Old Ones, and the great beyond might refer to where they came, or it might refer to Belthani crossing the ocean from where ever they were tought by the Old Ones, or the Slann, or something.
 
In fairness to Mathilde, lots of religions have creation stories. Even if they've got the common element of silver ships, she doesn't have a particular reason to think that the draconic story is just straightforwardly correct rather than being partially based in reality and partially based in the teller's embellishments like the rest of them.

Regardless of embellishments, it clearly has elements of truth that are immediately relevant considering the interaction earlier. Plus most creation stories aren't told by an individual who is what, a few generations removed from it actually occurring? Even if you don't rank it as the complete and unaltered truth, its certainly something to make note of, no?
I can see a plausible reason for that failure: To us, it's been a few months, and a topic of massive discussion. To Mathilde, it's was likewise certainly a great and wonderous shock, at first.

Three years have passed since the expedition.

It's quite possible, even likely, that her memory of the tale has drifted. Bits of it will have stuck clearly in her mind, but it wouldn't surprise me if much of it in her mind is just kind of... off a bit, from the tale she actually heard, and will continue to be until she consults her notes again.

I won't say it's the only possibility, but from all my own experiences with memory drift due to theory crafting and quest participation on this very forum, it certainly strikes me as a possibility.

That would make sense to me, forgetting the exact wordings and such could probably occur over that length of time, still I would assume that something would transfer over.

Why would Mathilde think that the two tales would be incompatible?

Going back to the original creation tale, spoilered for readability,
Twenty thousand years ago, though the length of a year was different then, the world was a ball of ice floating in an endless void. It had been for millennia beyond counting, and the crude and limited creatures that had come to live on the thin strip of liquid water and uncovered land at the equator had grown complacent in their eternal stalemate: the Prometheans ruled the seas, the Shartak ruled the mountains, and the Fimir ruled what was between.

How they must have despaired when we graced their world, the sky turning red as the air itself tried fruitlessly to hamper our arrival.

We were led by five, the greatest of our flight: Draugnir, Abraxas, Radixashen, Urmskaladrak, and Kalgalanos. They led us on the long flight through the void, and decided this ball of ice would be adequate for us to rest and grow. The Shartak were the first to encounter us as we claimed the highest peaks and the grandest caves for our own, and we drove them from the heights and slew those that resisted. The Fimir grew maddened at the Shartak invading their lowlands, and tried to unite to make war against us, and they too we shattered utterly. The Prometheans were wise beyond what their forms would suggest, and sank below the waves, only emerging to feed on the battlefields we left in our wake. The world was ours.

Many years passed, and many children were born. They grew into Sun Dragons, who could breach the sky itself and warm themselves in the unobstructed radiance of their namesakes. They grew into Moon Dragons, and would stretch their wings by visiting the white moon, which at that time was the only moon of this world. And at last they grew into Star Dragons, ready to leave to find new worlds to conquer, and many flights did so. But for every Dragon that left this world, one would add their bones to the blown plain of stone that was the only place suitable to die, too far from the mountains to be found by Shartak, too far from rivers to be explored by the Fimir, and too far from the oceans to be fed upon by the Prometheans. The world was large, but so much was unusable that many Dragons grew gaunt and withered without ever growing strong enough to withstand the embrace of the void. Our leaders came together, and the plan they reached was brilliant.

If only our tools had been the equal of our ambitions.

We knew of other beings that plied the void, travelling in silver ships to protect themselves from the radiance we happily bask in. But though their forms were primitive, their cunning was almost sufficient, and we reached an accord with them. The worlds danced in the grip of their magics, and the sun grew larger in the sky as the ice began to melt. We spread across the entirety of the world, from the equator that we had dominated to the poles where the cunning beings made their grand machines. The continents were reshaped into five, and five cities were founded and our five leaders each joined with one. Draugnir with the city of Qt, Abraxas with the city of Iz, Radixashen with the city of Cd, Urmskaladrak with the city of Zl, and Kalgalanos with the city of Cl.


Deathfang pauses, and looks over to the hammock with what almost seems like fondness. "It was Qt that created beings worthy to guard our nests and grow our food. That is almost enough to forgive them for their ultimate failure."

Attracted by the jealous whispers of the Fimir and the broken despair of the Shartak, the Ruinous Powers turned their eyes to this world. After ten thousand years of their insidious scratching, they finally found an opening. The great machines begin to fail and the energies they were supposed to harness began to pour into the world, and the Ruinous Powers began to mould those energies - but the machines were more clever than they expected, as most of the energies were transformed by their passage into the world into forms that followed their own natures, rather than the orders of the Ruinous Powers. But enough remained true to them that they were able to pour their minions into the world. Daemon and Shartak and Fimir fought against Dragon and Elf and the cunning beings and their creations, and we begin to turn the transformed energies of the Ruinous Powers against them.

In the end, the greatest creation of the cunning beings were those they created by accident. With the great machines sealing the world against the Ruinous Powers, the combined beliefs of their creations had accumulated and grown into an entirely new form of life. When the cunning beings finally fled, we fought alongside the Gods instead. To defeat the inrushing of energies at the poles, we and the Gods and the Elves built the Great Vortex, and magic drained back out of the world, and Daemons shattered as the world grew inimical to them. In the end, we were victorious. But Draugnir lay dead, having given all he had to create a terrible blade that had held back the Daemonic legions. Abraxas sent himself into exile. Kalgalanos was never seen again. Radixashen was corrupted and disappeared into the earth. Urmskaladrak died not at the hands of Daemons, but errant creations that he had attempted to recapture.

Those who are true to who we are live beneath the land that was created for us, growing in strength and waiting for the day when even the least of our number is able to depart. But many lost themselves to these new energies that permeated the land, either in desperation during the long war or out of curiosity after it. By embracing the artificial energies that exist nowhere else but here, they doom themselves and all their descendants to die with this world. They live and die without ever knowing the true radiance of stars.

One day, we will leave this world behind to be squabbled over by lesser beings and fallen Dragons. One day, this world will be swallowed by the Ruinous Powers, who will rejoice for a moment or two and then grow bored and turn their backs on it. One day a new sky will turn red as we descend upon an unsuspecting world and make it ours. And one day, we will leave that one too.

In here deathfang refers to the dragons and old ones visiting the world, which was then an iceball, through the "void". That what we now know to be the old ones traveled through the void in the "silver ships". Its stated that the void is outside of the planet, and the dragons could visit and travel to other worlds by going through it, as well as that they could go through it to visit the moon.
In this last (half?) update, what Tochter says is that
"Are you suggesting the Belthani came from Ulthuan?"

"And they were taken across the 'deep waters' on these 'silver ships' to 'nurture Her land'. Is that not what we did? When the Elves got too caught up in their wars, the Belthani completed the network."

Im struggling a bit here with modern assumptions of space travel and whatnot, but I think it would be reasonable to connect "come from beyond" "silver ships" and "nurture Her land" with the story of them arriving from beyond this world through the void in silver ships to make the world habitable and not an iceball. Maybe not entirely and certainly not definitively, but it suggests something that's a different story than traveling from Ulthuan in the ships.
Its not impossible to consider that they would use the same ships later to cross from Ulthuan later on, but I think that it does raise some red flags, and knowing information which could also fit the translations makes the proposed explanation regarding Ulthuan rather messy. In the end there are just extremely few data points about the old ones and their silver ships to work with, and when what is essentially our only major amount of information about them provides information which seems to correlate with Teclis' translations, I guess it just feels a bit odd to hear a theory which doesn't take any of that information into account, not that Tochter would have any way of knowing
 
You now when speaking of the mingling of divine and arcane energies to make Waystones I am reminded of the fact that the Lizardmen, you know the ones with better than elven lore on magic do have gods of their own, and they do practice human sacrifice in the name of those gods... on pyramids that are part of the Geomantic network.

I think human sacrifice may be the answer here guys, or at the very least sentient being sacrifice since the Lizardmen can use Skaven. That might be an easier sell. In any case if you do need human sacrifice for the dedication it can't be a lot of it since the tributary still works even though it has been millennia since the last one could have been made
 
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