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With how memetically awful paperwork is to work on, one must wonder if this is a bug or a feature.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
- Thread starter Boney
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- Fantasy Users' Choice!
Voted best in category in the Users' Choice awards.
so when do they implode does all the paperwork disappear into the warp or will algrad at his desk suddenly have a bunch of paperwork fall on him?
Highly Variable Revelations
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Highly Variable Revelations
She'd heard (from a certain few halfwits in altdorf when she was still trying to decide whether or not to go south to join King Belegar) the fabled Eightpeaks described as the ass end of nowhere. At the time she'd laughed, and made her decision with spite in her heart.
The puckered sphincter of reality stared at her.
"Mathilde," she began, "why...?"
"No, wait, hear me out before you judge, ok?" Her girlfriend's voice, so suited to the registers of snark, smug, and commanding, had dipped concerningly into manic. She glanced at Wolf- he wound close around Mathilde's legs like a cat, tail low and a defensive hunch to his shoulders. Well then.
"So.... I've got this... Stuff. Sort of left over from dealing with that asp I told you about? I'm pretty sure it's the raw stuff of the aether held in liquid form by the surface tension of reality, and I've been able to do some really incredible things with it- remind me to show you my collection of Orbs of Sorcery later. But those were done with pre-existing power stones, and I really wanted to see what would happen if I tried to make a powerstone directly out of it...."
Panoramia drew a deep breath. Then did it again. Mathilde was still building up to something. The casual revelation of NEW ORBS OF SORCERY was just something Mathilde was giving her for context; she could tell from the slightly frantic look in her eye that she just wanted her to not ask questions and let her get to the actual important bits. She drew another breath. WELL THEN.
"And what happened?"
"It collapsed into a liminal realm and-"
"Wait, sorry, you opened a portal to the warp!?"
"No, common misconception. And grey order secret, so... Like the dreaming wood in Laurelorn that we wandered by the entrance of. I told you about that, right?"
"Ok, so not the warp. Just a crazy unreal nightmare inducing forest. That's good, at least."
"-and this greater demon of the plotter pokes his fingers in from the OTHER side of this little realm, like TWO FEET away-"
"WHAT!?!"
"-AND babbles a bunch of gong at me in the seconds it took me to close it all up. Forever. I really hope."
"...do I want to know?"
"No."
"...ok. Ok. Okay, I- can I give you a hug?"
"......please?"
"Always. It's going to be ok..."
She'd heard (from a certain few halfwits in altdorf when she was still trying to decide whether or not to go south to join King Belegar) the fabled Eightpeaks described as the ass end of nowhere. At the time she'd laughed, and made her decision with spite in her heart.
The puckered sphincter of reality stared at her.
"Mathilde," she began, "why...?"
"No, wait, hear me out before you judge, ok?" Her girlfriend's voice, so suited to the registers of snark, smug, and commanding, had dipped concerningly into manic. She glanced at Wolf- he wound close around Mathilde's legs like a cat, tail low and a defensive hunch to his shoulders. Well then.
"So.... I've got this... Stuff. Sort of left over from dealing with that asp I told you about? I'm pretty sure it's the raw stuff of the aether held in liquid form by the surface tension of reality, and I've been able to do some really incredible things with it- remind me to show you my collection of Orbs of Sorcery later. But those were done with pre-existing power stones, and I really wanted to see what would happen if I tried to make a powerstone directly out of it...."
Panoramia drew a deep breath. Then did it again. Mathilde was still building up to something. The casual revelation of NEW ORBS OF SORCERY was just something Mathilde was giving her for context; she could tell from the slightly frantic look in her eye that she just wanted her to not ask questions and let her get to the actual important bits. She drew another breath. WELL THEN.
"And what happened?"
"It collapsed into a liminal realm and-"
"Wait, sorry, you opened a portal to the warp!?"
"No, common misconception. And grey order secret, so... Like the dreaming wood in Laurelorn that we wandered by the entrance of. I told you about that, right?"
"Ok, so not the warp. Just a crazy unreal nightmare inducing forest. That's good, at least."
"-and this greater demon of the plotter pokes his fingers in from the OTHER side of this little realm, like TWO FEET away-"
"WHAT!?!"
"-AND babbles a bunch of gong at me in the seconds it took me to close it all up. Forever. I really hope."
"...do I want to know?"
"No."
"...ok. Ok. Okay, I- can I give you a hug?"
"......please?"
"Always. It's going to be ok..."
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Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
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- Russia
Yeesh. Be'lakor would try to kill Mathilde on principle, given an opportunity, considering she's in the running.
But that's, like, "a Daemon Exalted Prince is liable to try kill us", which is, duh.
…
I'm trying to hype myself up for this development, but I just can't. It's not even that Mathilde would never consider serving Chaos, what do I know, maybe she would… it's just I don't have any interest whatsoever in exploring this option with her as the point of view character. She has a fulfilling job, a home, a girlfriend, respect of her peers, superiors and a couple foreign nations, she's financially secure, she doesn't have any outstanding vices except for slight tendency for smugness.
There is no personal stake I can imagine for her to become a Chaos thrall. It would require counterintuitive choices leading to self-destruction for no discernible motive. Freaking Archaon had more of a motive than Mathilde does.
I can't get excited about this, even negatively, which is a shame.
To sum up
Oh no. Anyway-
That aside, wonder how the Marienburg situation is proceeding. They're at the saber-rattling stage, so the chance of open war might be higher than anyone is comfortable with. Aside from the jingoists.
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
I basically agree. We were the ones who went out and came up with a mountain that could kill people by existing dangerously. The basic design, with no shadow location shifting or extra damage, was still a superweapon to end all sieges longer than a year -- a siege duration Kragg pointed out he could sleepwalk through.
"The Eye of Gazul" was a cool crit reward, but it's not the basic model (In all this, I am agreeing with you; random crit rewards we can't replicate aren't really our accomplishment). I feel like referring to it every time does kind of sap some of the pizazz away from the part we didn't need divine intervention in order to come up with.
Although, maybe I'm just oversaturated on overly attentive gods. They're kind of lacking mystique, you know? They're just magical Elector Counts. We were kind of asking for it by picking up Avatar, but it's hard to have faith in Some Guys.
Compare with a Daemon. Literally just this Daemon. It wasn't even named, or a Prince or anything. It gave us a Bird Phone Call and the entire thread flipped upside down, tearing its every sentence to shreds, reciting religious and philosophical dogma regarding what opinions were appropriate and what actions were necessary, and contemplating extreme measures like vampirism or suicide.
This halfway-hierarchical bird commanded more reverence -- more Fear -- than every god we've met. Not appreciation or gratitude -- God Fearing.
I'd like to see this specific bird again. I am a fan.
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At least nothing notable enough has happened to make it into the automatic rumor mill the way the Nuln thing did. We could do a social on the Black Water Canal, or maybe the Skull River Ambush, to see if there's any new Marienburg developments, but that's kind of up in the air right now.
don't forgot some people have refused to read the update cause it a infohazard or something... tbf to the thread though it was the spookiest update in the story imo
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- Oklahoma
I feel like a lot of that can be chalked up to the specific god Mathilde worships. Ranald is arguably the most 'Some Guy' god there is. I feel like Mathilde would have a much different relationship with Morr, for example, even if she was equally pious.
I do just disagree in the broader strokes- I think the gods have been plenty mysterious. Not really threatening, unlike the big bird, but Mathilde hasn't really talked to any gods who had cause to threaten her. (Or, for that matter, talked to gods at all. Technically I don't think she's even actually heard words from a god. Ranald prefers to communicate by other means.)
I just noticed something, the strange paper collaboration between Panoramia, Cython and Mathilde that was added to the Academic Achievements tab of the character sheet in the middle of the last social turn lead to nothing.
It's a bit dissapointing because it implied that for the first time it was Panoramia coming to Mathilde for help with her own research paper, when she tends shows up to help with rolls on all topics where her expertise is relevant.
I was also really looking for Panoramia and Cython interactions, and some changes for the long running background conflict she has with the Jade college.
Did I miss something or was this an oversight from @Boney ?
It's a bit dissapointing because it implied that for the first time it was Panoramia coming to Mathilde for help with her own research paper, when she tends shows up to help with rolls on all topics where her expertise is relevant.
I was also really looking for Panoramia and Cython interactions, and some changes for the long running background conflict she has with the Jade college.
Did I miss something or was this an oversight from @Boney ?
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- New Brunswick, NJ
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- He/Him/His
I would just like to add to the ongoing discourse that for what I shall summarize as "some reasons" I am associated with bluebirds in the symbolic vocabulary of my relationship with my fiancée and so this whole thing with Tzeentch has been kind of weird on a personal level.
(We got Christmas ornaments this year of a cardinal for her and a bluebird for me, during an uncontrolled outbreak of sappiness.)
(We got Christmas ornaments this year of a cardinal for her and a bluebird for me, during an uncontrolled outbreak of sappiness.)
hey he shy! he wanted to send his wingman to hype him up first so he looked better he will show his face soon don't worry
It all collapses out.
Lots of people get cited for work they weren't involved in the actual writing stages of. Mathilde tells Panoramia about a lot of her less classified theories, and one of them gave her an idea she ran with, but she didn't drag Mathilde into the whole thing because she considers the whole internal drama of the Jade Order to be a burden she's trying to avoid inflicting on others.
oof poor dude
is there any chance u could give us what the gist of the paper was about? or does it delve into classified jade order secrets?
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It's one of the social options for this turn. Not the external one, though.
It'll come up at some point.
Blackout
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- Who knows?
4th edition WFRP (which doesn't differentiate between Battle Magic and regular magic) has some pretty busted spells for Lore of Tzeentch, like Master of Fortune which allows you to give yourself Fortune Points, Sense the Skein to read a character's fate and learn all of their goals and motivations, short term and long term, or Boon of Tzeentch which lets you just pick and cast any spell.
Any spell, from any Lore.
Because Tzeentch is Magic, and Magic is Tzeentch.
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NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
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- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
...Tzeentch is friendship?
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Hmm.
If Morghur was betrayed by his followers to the Horned Rat, why did he also become a god of beastmen?
He probably didn't have that much of a choice, considering his insanity, but that's kinda the point… what if he didn't have a choice?
Maybe gods, or dwarven gods in particular, degenerate into gods of beastmen with time and lack of worship... Hashut might be just halfway there, with his bestial features, but managed to arrest this development after suborning a part of his former charges' empire to worship him again. Maybe the Horned Rat also used to be a dwarven god...
I think Doom of Kavzar might have happened a little differently than people remember it.
If Morghur was betrayed by his followers to the Horned Rat, why did he also become a god of beastmen?
He probably didn't have that much of a choice, considering his insanity, but that's kinda the point… what if he didn't have a choice?
Maybe gods, or dwarven gods in particular, degenerate into gods of beastmen with time and lack of worship... Hashut might be just halfway there, with his bestial features, but managed to arrest this development after suborning a part of his former charges' empire to worship him again. Maybe the Horned Rat also used to be a dwarven god...
I think Doom of Kavzar might have happened a little differently than people remember it.
Blackout
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- Who knows?
Yes. You should give the birb a hug.
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- Chicago
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- She/They
Oh! Hey- thought. How about we DON'T just bury this portal thing? Hear me out:
The way it seemed to work was like blowing really hard against a rubber or gum membrane until it buckled and blew out into the slice of unreality that exists between the real and the warp. Assume real is up and warp is down. We can imagine two possibilities for the spaces between: that they are instanced, and exist "atop" eachother without ever interacting, or they operate as three dimensional projections of two-dimensional shapes and will melt into eachother.
Personally I suspect the former, because that slice of not-reality is where the winds move through and the place where living souls exist, just inside reality above the warp. If the barrier that creates reality really is something that is imposed and not an inherent property of reality, then we can regard the whole process as that of poking partway through and then inflating within the barrier. Like injecting dye between the layers of an onion.
So either we have a back door key into the grey lord's demense or we have the seeds of creating our own pocket dimensions. Or both. My bet is that if mindrazor and pendulum work by teasing an inner layer of the oinion up into reality to cut, and pit works by burrowing deeper and changing the properties of the inflated dimension such that it didn't have air, then AV works by opening up a space that is 'real' in it's properties by being balanced in it's creation between all eight winds. The same way high magic could, but grey mages alone would fail at. Idk- we'd need to experiment by 'blowing gently' into each pocket realm to see what it takes to expand them- if it matters what blend of winds is used, if there's a threshold cost to open up the dimension and vs the rate of expansion per unit wind after it is opened...
But.
The way that this initial portal was closed was basically by pulling all the "walls" of the dimension back in to stuff the portal full of wall. Like boney said, a sock turned in on itself. I think it might be safe if the 'lower' parts of the membrane knot are higher towards reality than they were at max inflation, and then it becomes possible to regard it as a curiousity to be studied: a sort of artificial tangle of real and unreal that has a precise physical location that can be touched and interacted with. Something of the same category as a soul, or an apparition, or Bok.
This might be the answer as to how you carve five runes into a soul: create a pocket dimension with, speculatively, chamon used to inflate it, so it comes out with precisely defined walls of metal surrounding a platonic solid void. Send a runesmith in to carve the runes on each wall. Collapse the dimension down in on itself until it's a membrane knot floating more or less in reality, then anchor the portal in a statue as it's 'soul'.
The way it seemed to work was like blowing really hard against a rubber or gum membrane until it buckled and blew out into the slice of unreality that exists between the real and the warp. Assume real is up and warp is down. We can imagine two possibilities for the spaces between: that they are instanced, and exist "atop" eachother without ever interacting, or they operate as three dimensional projections of two-dimensional shapes and will melt into eachother.
Personally I suspect the former, because that slice of not-reality is where the winds move through and the place where living souls exist, just inside reality above the warp. If the barrier that creates reality really is something that is imposed and not an inherent property of reality, then we can regard the whole process as that of poking partway through and then inflating within the barrier. Like injecting dye between the layers of an onion.
So either we have a back door key into the grey lord's demense or we have the seeds of creating our own pocket dimensions. Or both. My bet is that if mindrazor and pendulum work by teasing an inner layer of the oinion up into reality to cut, and pit works by burrowing deeper and changing the properties of the inflated dimension such that it didn't have air, then AV works by opening up a space that is 'real' in it's properties by being balanced in it's creation between all eight winds. The same way high magic could, but grey mages alone would fail at. Idk- we'd need to experiment by 'blowing gently' into each pocket realm to see what it takes to expand them- if it matters what blend of winds is used, if there's a threshold cost to open up the dimension and vs the rate of expansion per unit wind after it is opened...
But.
The way that this initial portal was closed was basically by pulling all the "walls" of the dimension back in to stuff the portal full of wall. Like boney said, a sock turned in on itself. I think it might be safe if the 'lower' parts of the membrane knot are higher towards reality than they were at max inflation, and then it becomes possible to regard it as a curiousity to be studied: a sort of artificial tangle of real and unreal that has a precise physical location that can be touched and interacted with. Something of the same category as a soul, or an apparition, or Bok.
This might be the answer as to how you carve five runes into a soul: create a pocket dimension with, speculatively, chamon used to inflate it, so it comes out with precisely defined walls of metal surrounding a platonic solid void. Send a runesmith in to carve the runes on each wall. Collapse the dimension down in on itself until it's a membrane knot floating more or less in reality, then anchor the portal in a statue as it's 'soul'.
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So i have a friend with novel Ai and I convince him to try to make mathilde.
Could anyone give me a detailed description of her that he could use it as prompts?
That would help a lot.
Could anyone give me a detailed description of her that he could use it as prompts?
That would help a lot.
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
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- Vermont
You could ask Boney for permission first?
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