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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest

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What about how we considered using Burning Shadows on the Citadel, and further speculation about how maximize potential of the spell?
 
SCO said:
Well it's 'dangerous to know' that with 1 in 100 (or less considering the meta of the crit), it's possible to get a specific demon into a undead state where you can harvest its unmixed magic blood.

It's in fact 'dangerous to know' that it's even possible to use demon blood as reagent.

And dangerous to let it be known we know.


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I was searching for the right word to use. Dangerous is the wrong word. Sensitive is better. The correct term is "sensitive" and the bar for sensitive is much higher in the grey college than it is in the university.

See below what we got when we discussed this with Van Hal. Everything you mentioned pointedly as dangerous is something we mentioned to our boss who is a veteran witch hunter. A witch hunter who had a copy of the Liber Mortis. He has a better idea of what's dangerous than we ever will.

Based on what he heard, he still asked us to write up a paper. I'll trust the man whose job it is to hunt witches and daemons on what is dangerous to know.
BoneyM said:
"Fashion is making it aggravatingly difficult to get my hands on equipment for a proper study, but I managed to figure some things out. I somehow captured the Wisdom's Asp in such a manner that it got stuck threading between the mirrors, so it's half alive and half dispersed, half in the material realm and half in the Warp... it's not going to be able to reform like slain demons usually do, not while the box exists. Unfortunately the method wouldn't work safely on anything but a Wisdom's Asp..." You frown at a sudden thought. "Unless there's other types of warp entities out there that use untainted winds... anyway. It'd have to be a very, very unlucky or extremely stupid entity to get stuck in this exact manner."

"A shame, but considering the cost, it's unlikely that the same method would enter a Witch Hunter's standard arsenal. Still, once your studies are concluded, if there's nothing unusually sensitive about the information have it written up and sent to the Archives in Altdorf. Undistributed knowledge is wasted knowledge."
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Y'know, if the was ever a situation where it'd be possible for a greenskin to spontaneously form an unquiet ghost (I'm also pretty sure it doesn't quite work like that in WHFB), Skarsnik would be that vengeful revenant. (especially if he had an incling of his stolen destiny)
 
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torac said:
Pretty sure it is categorized differently enough from evil demons that we don't need to hide it. As said above, there were already plans to publish a paper about it, they were just pushed back again and again.
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Evil daemon is not really a category that helps in this instance for while the servants of the Four certainly are evil that makes them distinct from the asp is that they are Chaos daemons. The asp on the other hand seems to be made of more ordered structured magic, presumably born of the nature of the miscast that created it.
 
Blorp said:
A/N: I love this quest, and I love the dwarfs. But I also love the greenskins and a certain goblin lord that got shafted in the End Times, and this wouldn't get out of my head, so apologies for the length of this or if I'm doing this horribly wrong.



Tell 'em all about me, Skarsnik, tell 'em all about my life, leave nuffink out.

I shoulda seen it coming.

All day long, the entire tribe had been on edge. Runtgit felt it in his bones, same as every other goblin, same as every greenie who knows there's a right propa scrap close by or when two big 'uns are gonna hash out which one's the boss. Sure, even their little insignificant tribe had heard about the stunties going on the warpath, bringing all manner of unimaginable insanity to the neighboring mountains that grew more and more outlandish with each telling: monstrous beasts and angry 'umies, fiery explosions and arrows a-plenty, burning shadows and dead killy ghosts in gray, and hordes and hordes of armored and bearded juggernauts.

But this weird feeling was all around them, way bigger than an army of stunties. Bigger than their little backstairs tribe and bigger than their Crooked Moon bosses, so huge that it felt like two of the biggest big 'uns ever to do big fings were about to throw down.

And that had everyone real antsy. Runtboy Snotruk kept digging for any excuse to flay the skin from Runtgit's bones. Big Boss Tarkit Fing-Finger kept talkin' to the fing on his finger, disquieted at whatever it was he heard. Even Duffskul was too distracted to keep up his crazy act, or to sneak any covert shows of support for the runty git destined for great things. Except the old shaman hadn't so much as glanced in Runtgit's direction, scanning their little cave with a worried frown- almost like he was looking for something.

Looking for Runtgit, maybe. Except Runtgit coulda sworn the shaman's gaze slid over him multiple times, seeing straight past him like he wasn't there.

Things only got worse when Runtgit took his band of gobbos out into the caves and into those hidden, secret passages that only he and his boyz knew about. Mushrooms for himself, weird green rocks for the ratties that'll get 'em more mushrooms (not that his boyz or anyone else knew about that little under-the-table trading), all making Runtgit and his tribe richer by the day. But mostly Runtgit. And why not? He had bigger and grander destinies in his future, fueled by the feverish dreams of his too-smart goblin brain and that constant little voice in his head tellin' him he was gonna be da biggest and bestest gobbo since Grom da Paunch flattened da pansies...

And Runtgit freezes in place as, inexplicably, they all vanish just like that, slipping through his fingers like so much smoke. Not his dreams or his thoughts, but just... everythin' he coulda been. A burning spark in his soul snuffed out before he even realized it was there, and Gork's tinny voice replaced by a horrifying silence.

If he had just one more moment, he could've composed himself. Runtgit's still a too-smart goblin, even if that's all he'll ever be now, and he's not so shaken that he can't keep his boyz in line.

Instead, Runtgit feels a shiv slipping between his ribs before he can even finish turning.

I shoulda seen it coming, comes the distant thought as he staggers back with a scream, clutching at the knife still in his guts. He'd thought the boyz were only on edge, so he'd taken them around a different route to give 'im time to sort things out. All it usually takes is to shove a few would-be mutineers down the wild squig-paths and let the screams and munching help him keep order, right? And that'd work if they were scheming as much as they usually did, kept in line as they were by his cunnin' smarts and sneaky foresight.

But all he sees in the gobbos surrounding him is open greed and- disbelief?

"See? Easy," the git sneers- his newest gobbo, bigger than the rest. "An' here you all are, takin' orders from a runty git."

With stark, nightmarish clarity, Runtgit is suddenly aware that he's a too-smart and too-small gobbo, runtier than gobbos half his age. And who's gonna listen to someone like that?

Not these guys, apparently. Another goblin chortles, already toadying up to the backstabber. "Oo, 'ee's a dead runty git soon."

His neighbor frowns, green brow wrinkling in thought. "But Runtboss Grobskab-"

"Is only gonna hear dat Runtgit got in an accident," the backstabbing git snarls. "Fell down a pit an' broke his neck or summat, see? And all da goods is goin' to us." Before his boyz finish wrapping their minds around that thought, Runtgit feels he oughta step in. (For all the good that'll do, with inches of cold rusty metal lodged in his guts, but. One step atta time.)

"C'mon, dere's no need for all dis, right, me old pal?" he wheezes. Talking's harder than it should be, around all this throbbing pain that feels like it takes up his entire torso; Runtgit braces himself against the wall, drawing in a shuddering breath. "Let's just... figure dis all out, an' I can make you a rich gobbo-"

The zoggin' git has the gall to laugh in his face. "Hah! Nah, I's gonna be a rich gobbo without your help. No more sneakin' and skivvin' about!" He grins, throwing his arms out wide. "I's tellin' Boss Tarkit all about Runtgit's secret shroom rooms, an' then we're all gettin' propa rewards! Bigger rewards!"

Runtgit groans as much from exasperation as from physical pain, and then lets out a much louder groan when the gobbos around him nod and grin. Idiots! Those caves, all those caves, will grow mushrooms for years an' years! Keep sneakin' them for yourselves, and dat's enough payments to make any gobbo filthy rich forever! But hand over the source and all you'll get is one tiny reward if you're lucky, and then the rest'll just be Tarkit's forever. And what're you gonna do wiv da green rocks if you ain't tradin' with the ratties-

At least all this gabbing about undoing his life's work is giving Runtgit enough time to fumble for his own knife with cold fingers. All it takes is just the right moment when that backstabbin' git ain't lookin'-

He kicks off the wall and lashes out, but even his legs aren't obeying him anymore, and what should have been a right cunnin' backstab turns into a wild slash that ends in a tumble and sheer red-hot agony lancing through his body. The git's howl of pain and splash of blood are cold comfort to Runtgit as he narrowly avoids landing on the shiv lodged inside him, but he'll take what he can get.

"You zoggin' runt!" The backstabber- right, Krogga, dat's his name- clutches at the bloody slash across his side, his beady eyes wild and angry. "I'll make you bleed right slow for dat! Get 'im!" he howls, and Runtgit wearily lifts his knife as the other goblins scramble over themselves to make it so-

A whirlwind of red skin and wickedly sharp fangs blur across his vision, and Krogga goes from a normal gobbo to half a torso and a spare leg before he even has the chance to scream. If Runtgit had the strength to laugh, he'd be cackling at the irony- he didn't need to shove a few would-be mutineers down the wild squig-paths, he just had to let the wild squig come to him, drawn by the scent of blood and no small amount of luck.

But he can't even muster up the strength to gloat, not when his life can probably be measured in minutes no matter what happens next. While the screaming, the roaring, and the messy tearing of flesh are music to his ears, it's all Runtgit can do to prop himself up against the cave wall and watch the carnage, clutching at his wound. Strange; casualties aside, six gobbos should be enough to scare off a lone squig, or at least leave someone behind to flee, but this one's downright vicious, and Runtgit has to scoot aside as a screaming backstabber's guts spatter across the ceiling.

It's only when the last gobbo is summarily eaten that Runtgit gets a good look at his savior, and- Mork's teeth, it's a beast. Barely half-grown and already the size of a normal squig- and still growing, going by the size of its eyes and feet. Skin 'arder than armor, fangs like choppas, and- a nasty scar across one eye-

"Of all da fings." And Runtgit does laugh, ignoring how it jars his wound. That little squigling he saved- now a far cry from the wriggling runt about to be knifed by a particularly stupid long-dead git- confirms it by vaulting over and nudging him with a huff instead of having him for lunch. He ain't never seen a squig so tame! With a squig like this, no one'll mess with Runtgit! He can see it now- he'll go back home, get this wound patched up, an' grab him another gang of gobbos from Big Boss Tarkit! Next time he trades wiv da ratties, with this squig at his back, ooh, he'll squeeze out some better terms. And why stop there? He'll go to the plains outside the mountains an' grab his destiny wiv or wivvout Gork whisperin' in his ear, gather enough strength to take over the Crooked Moon gobbos...

Runtgit frowns blearily as the squig interrupts his train of thought, whining with something more than simple animal distress. Maybe he can feel it, too- that things ain't supposed to be like this, that something's gone terribly wrong- but Runtgit grins toothily, patting the leathery hide of his squig with an effort. "I's gonna be fine," he croaks hoarsely. "We got fings to do, me ole pal, an'..."

He's tired, so tired, even as his mind whirls with possibilities, and his head lolls to the side, filling his vision with the squig's furrowed brow. "Keep watch while I close me eyes for a second-" ooh, what's a good name- "Gobbla." Runtgit grins as the squig nudges him again, not noticing its desperation or hearing its increasingly panicked whines. Yeah, Gobbla's a great name. "We'll show 'em all, won't we, Gobbla? We got fings to do..."

One goblin, out of hundreds of millions to live and die in this mountain. No one will remember this one's life; no one will celebrate this one's death.

But for the runty goblin that could have been known as Skarsnik, what remains of his life is filled with visions of cunnin' and conquest astride the largest squig ever known, and the simple joy of finding the one companion that no one could ever take from him.
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How dare you make me sad about grobi
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SuperSonicSound said:
Any way on the subject of favours for things for our potential wizard tower I think it's rather unlikely they can do anything to help rune wise for one major reason. They've lost the knowledge of how to do it.

The anvils of doom are what they craft their runic items on and they categorically can't make any more of them. They've lost the knowledge of how to forge the Rune of Sorcery which is what they use to channel the winds of magic into runes. With out the Rune of Sorcery I don't see how they could help our wizard tower deal with surges of magic.
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Anvils of Doom arn't a requirement per say, they made the first Rune or Sorcery without a Rune of Sorcery after all. It's just they've lost the know how to build them and the talent to rediscover.

For my actual point, they have ways to deal with magic that other factions use and are the best enchanters in the Old World. All for a lab in the peak of a famous dwarf mountain.
 
@BoneyM, could we give the Lustrian eggs to Esbern and Seija as a parting gift, and if so, could we have a vote on it?

I doubt we will ever find the time to do something with the eggs, as we have so many more important projects.
 
BoneyM said:
Can anyone think of any observed magical phenomena that has been seen that's worth a paper for the Colleges that isn't:

a) Rune-items in general
b) the Anvil of Doom during the Battle of Karag Nar
c) Waaagh energy during the Battle of the Citadel

Only list things you're happy with the Colleges in general to know about.
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  • The blending of emotions into winds, and the prescence of manipulatable individual winds even amongst waagh energies:
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Unfortunately for the shaman, the time you spent in Sylvania has made you keenly aware of the dangers of blending magics. And among the Waaagh energies the shaman has been siphoning from its fleeing fellows, it has also gathered into itself the loss and confusion they are enveloped by. And the name of those energies is Ulgu. You extend your will, and in an instant a fraction of the power the shaman is trying to wield is rebelling against him, threatening to tear away his control of the spell. Any mage taught by the Colleges of Magic knows how to react in this situation: release the spell, ground the energies, and pray.
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More a footnote really, but the fact it is possible for Dhar to be converted into other less harmful forms of energy, though not through human magic. May be something for the colleges to research in a controlled environment. Not completly sure if want to tell the college this but might be ok if we don't mention our belt specifically.

May not be enough info, but the effects of warpstone on local winds (i.e. goblin leader's teeth).
 
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guys I have had a thought we don't have to get the Greatsword right now what if we get 5 to 10 more Dwarf favour then spend it with the 10 to 15 we have then spend it on the Greatsword as 5 five favour is a big difference as @BoneyM mentioned in this quote

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10 points is the pinnacle of normal Runesmithing. 15 points is the average standard of the greatest of Runelords. 20 points is asking for some of their finest work. 25 points is them doing their utmost to deliver the very pinnacle of what is possible.
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5 points makes all the difference and I would like the best quality weapon we can get so if we get a bit more favour we can get Kragg the Grim's best work and everyone can get what they want out of the current favour pool and if we work for it and there is plenty of chances to gain more favour in the other six peaks and thunder mountain it seemed during the debate over the Greatsword that both side were digging there heels in and not trying to compromise

I really want the 20 to 25 weapon but I can see were the other side is coming from
 
Gingganz said:
@BoneyM, could we give the Lustrian eggs to Esbern and Seija as a parting gift, and if so, could we have a vote on it?

I doubt we will ever find the time to do something with the eggs, as we have so many more important projects.
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I'll have a vote on the topic before much longer.

Humbaba said:
More a footnote really, but the fact it is possible for Dhar to be converted into other less harmful forms of energy, though not through human magic. May be something for the colleges to research in a controlled environment.
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He had been siphoning all the energy nearby, and the Ulgu had yet to either curdle into Dhar or be converted or transformed or whatever they do to make Waaagh energies.
 
Isn't Thorek Ironbrow the guy who has the best temperament and skills to try and rediscover old knowledge, like if we cleared Thunder Mountain and there miraculously was a semi-intact Anvil of Doom workshop, he'd be the guy who'd immediately move all his stuff in there and come back out in 10 years with step one of reclaiming the knowledge sorted out.
 
I mean, pinnacle of normal runesmithing sounds good enough for me but I could be talked to their finest I guess.
I just think that training various skills will be much more useful to us.
like furthering Greatswording, or how to scout perhaps.
or even various other precious dwarfen lore, knowledge and stuff we could do rather than best sword.
 
Harried said:
Isn't Thorek Ironbrow the guy who has the best temperament and skills to try and rediscover old knowledge, like if we cleared Thunder Mountain and there miraculously was a semi-intact Anvil of Doom workshop, he'd be the guy who'd immediately move all his stuff in there and come back out in 10 years with step one of reclaiming the knowledge sorted out.
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Kragg is a traditionalist, but being a traditionalist does not mean he is not going to work his ass off to replicate the technology to rebuild one of the most culturally important relics of his race, given a chance.
 
WanderingEye said:
I mean, pinnacle of normal runesmithing sounds good enough for me but I could be talked to their finest I guess.
I just think that training various skills will be much more useful to us.
like furthering Greatswording, or how to scout perhaps.
or even various other precious dwarfen lore, knowledge and stuff we could do rather than best sword.
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part of my post is so both parties can try to get what they want
 
BlackWink said:
Anvils of Doom arn't a requirement per say, they made the first Rune or Sorcery without a Rune of Sorcery after all. It's just they've lost the know how to build them and the talent to rediscover.

For my actual point, they have ways to deal with magic that other factions use and are the best enchanters in the Old World. All for a lab in the peak of a famous dwarf mountain.
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The first runes of Sorcery were made before the great vortex existed. Its likely that such wouldnt have been needed then unless performing ridiculous high tier feats. Perhaps the rune of sorcery doesnt require much power to create as it channels the winds as part of its function.
 
Prospalz said:
Kragg is a traditionalist, but being a traditionalist does not mean he is not going to work his ass off to replicate the technology to rebuild one of the most culturally important relics of his race, given a chance.
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I think both of them would move heavens and earth to rediscover and repair a relic like that. It's what they do after would change: Thorek would try to disseminate the knowledge to make sure it lives on, while Kragg would grumble internally about failing to find someone worthy teaching it.
 
Candesce said:
Or a complete nothing turned into mountains where neither party knows what the other party is complaining about and is sure they're making things up to get out of apologizing for what they did.
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Or Max has taken offence at some imagined slight to (what I see as his) excessive pride.
Johann is maybe just over Max's drama. :V
 
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