Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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What, got a dnd game to toss that in or something lol?
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Herald of the Thorned One
- Location
- the Philippines
Mandred should be kept out of the Bright College as much as possible to prevent the temptation of using a future Elector Count (and possible Emperor)'s influence to decide once and for all which spell of flaming sphere deserves the name Fireball.
"I did not ask how many elector counts are in the room, I SAID I CAST FIREBALL."
- Location
- Te Ika-a-Māui
- Pronouns
- She/Her
If it doesn't risk causing a TPK because you cast it somewhere small enough to fill the room, does it really deserve to be called Fireball and not, I don't know, Emberball?
I wish. I've been "in-between" games since... 2017?
But I like to gather cool ideas, just in case I randomly and spontaneously become a GM again.
- Location
- South Africa
[X] [LIBRARY] Library of Mournings: Linguistics, Hoeth
[X] [DWARF] No purchase.
[X] [COLLEGE] A translation of the Indic Aqshy books obtained from the Elementalists (1 CF)
[X] [PURCHASE] No purchase.
[X] [DWARF] No purchase.
[X] [COLLEGE] A translation of the Indic Aqshy books obtained from the Elementalists (1 CF)
[X] [PURCHASE] No purchase.
Adventure Hook
So, I was struck by inspiration and wrote a thing.
DM: "Your party enters the tavern, dejected after a week of being rejected or expelled from every library in Nuln. (Seriously, how do you fail *that* many diplomacy checks? Jeez.) It's a dim, smoky place, with a shadowy figure in every corner. The bar is relatively crowded, but there's plenty of open tables to choose from. What do you do?"
Imperial Dwarf: "I'll go grab us some drinks at the bar."
Journeyman Bright Wizard: "I'll grab us a table near one of the shadowy corners."
DM: Alright, you collect your drinks and gather around a table. At the table next to yours is an older man in grey, with... something strange about his beard. Roll perception.
ID: 4.
JBW: 9?
Ratcatcher 1: Nat 1, wow.
Wood Elf: 17.
Ratcatcher 2: 8 for me. But my dog rolled a 19?
DM: Sadly, the dog doesn't have the context for this, but your elven eyes see that the edges of his beard seem to flicker and dissolve into smoke occasionally.
Wood Elf: Oh wow. Demon?
R1: Probably. Should we kill it?
R2: Eh, might as well let him give us a quest first and kill him when he inevitably turns into a monster and betrays us at the end.
ID: Heh, sure, that works.
JBW: There's, probably a lot of things he could be. Might as well leave it alone for now. Anyways, so what are we going to do next? If we can't get any books about skaven where will we even start on following up on that lead we got from the Cult of Yellow Fangs?
R1: Well, we could always just head into the tunnels and wait to get ambushed.
WE: Pass.
ID: We could try to find some other dwarves to ask? They'd probably know. (Can't believe I crit failed that history check to see what I knew about skaven...)
R2: Heck, maybe the dwarves have a library that could help us translate those letters we found.
DM: Suddenly, the man with the smoky beard is standing at your table, grinning down at you all. "A dwarven library eh? Letters to translate? I know just the place. If you don't mind doing a little job, I'm sure I could get you an in."
R1: I panic at the sudden voice and punch him. *rolls* 19!
DM: Wow. *rolls* He vanishes before you touch him and reappears on the other side of the table. "Now, that wasn't very polite. But I'll give it a pass just the once." *passes a note to JBW*
JBW: Huh.
WE: "Sorry about that, he's, jumpy."
ID: Well, definitely *something* supernatural.
R2: "So, what's the job, and what's the place?"
DM: "Far to the south, in Karak Eight Peaks, lies the library of Kron-Azril-Ungol. The owner of said library has gathered lore and knowledge from across the world to it, including copying most of what you could find in this very city. Sadly, the librarians are having some magical difficulties and have lost all ability to speak. To remedy this, the Lady Weber, head of the library, commissioned an item from the mysterious Grey Lords of Laurelorn. She would have collected it herself, but she had urgent business. Something about an 'Elfcation', and how she wouldn't have free AP for years if she put it off again? Hm. Regardless, if you're willing, take this letter to the Grey Lords and bring the item south to Eight Peaks and I'm sure the librarians will help you learn whatever you could need."
WE: Oh wow. A trip home. That... will be interesting.
JBW: Hey, backstory tie in! We definitely have to do it. *rolls something after being prompted by the DM and gets another note.* Oh, cool.
R2: A dwarven library commissioning something from elves? Sounds fishy.
ID: Well, if it gets us the info, we'll deal with whatever shady stuff is up. Let's do it.
*Months of adventuring across the empire, seeing a cool fog bridge, retrieving the item and doing it all again back down the continent to eight peaks later, they've delivered the item and are about to receive entry into the library*
DM: You step inside the grand doors, passing into the library at long last. In the distance rows of stone shelves loaded with books extend as far as you can see. In front of you is what you assume to be a reception desk manned by a human. Roll perception.
R2: 6.
R1: Nat 20!
WE: Ugh, 5.
ID: 10.
JBW: 3.
DM: *passes note to R1*
R1: AHHH SPIDERS! I DRAW MY AXE AND THROW IT AT THE ONE ON THE CEILING ABOVE US.
DM: ... Alright, roll it.
R1: 18! Awesome!
ID: What is going on?
WE: Spiders? Like, normal or monstrous?
R2: This is going to be a mess, isn't it?
JBW: Oh, yeah, I forgot to share that note I got about this place, didn't I? Crap.
WE: Uhh...
DM: Your axe flies true, punching into the carapace of the horse sized spider lurking on the ceiling above you. An unholy shrieking arises throughout the library. A cunningly hidden trapdoor lifts in front of the party and several spiders lunge out at R1. *rolls* *rolls* *rolls* Roll 3 con saves.
R1: *rolls* Uhh.... 18, 7, 9? That sounds bad.
DM: You collapse, entirely paralyzed as several spiders dogpile (spiderpile?) you.
JBW: EVERYONE STOP! THESE ARE THE LIBRARIANS!
Entire party: "WHAT?!"
DM: "Your party enters the tavern, dejected after a week of being rejected or expelled from every library in Nuln. (Seriously, how do you fail *that* many diplomacy checks? Jeez.) It's a dim, smoky place, with a shadowy figure in every corner. The bar is relatively crowded, but there's plenty of open tables to choose from. What do you do?"
Imperial Dwarf: "I'll go grab us some drinks at the bar."
Journeyman Bright Wizard: "I'll grab us a table near one of the shadowy corners."
DM: Alright, you collect your drinks and gather around a table. At the table next to yours is an older man in grey, with... something strange about his beard. Roll perception.
ID: 4.
JBW: 9?
Ratcatcher 1: Nat 1, wow.
Wood Elf: 17.
Ratcatcher 2: 8 for me. But my dog rolled a 19?
DM: Sadly, the dog doesn't have the context for this, but your elven eyes see that the edges of his beard seem to flicker and dissolve into smoke occasionally.
Wood Elf: Oh wow. Demon?
R1: Probably. Should we kill it?
R2: Eh, might as well let him give us a quest first and kill him when he inevitably turns into a monster and betrays us at the end.
ID: Heh, sure, that works.
JBW: There's, probably a lot of things he could be. Might as well leave it alone for now. Anyways, so what are we going to do next? If we can't get any books about skaven where will we even start on following up on that lead we got from the Cult of Yellow Fangs?
R1: Well, we could always just head into the tunnels and wait to get ambushed.
WE: Pass.
ID: We could try to find some other dwarves to ask? They'd probably know. (Can't believe I crit failed that history check to see what I knew about skaven...)
R2: Heck, maybe the dwarves have a library that could help us translate those letters we found.
DM: Suddenly, the man with the smoky beard is standing at your table, grinning down at you all. "A dwarven library eh? Letters to translate? I know just the place. If you don't mind doing a little job, I'm sure I could get you an in."
R1: I panic at the sudden voice and punch him. *rolls* 19!
DM: Wow. *rolls* He vanishes before you touch him and reappears on the other side of the table. "Now, that wasn't very polite. But I'll give it a pass just the once." *passes a note to JBW*
JBW: Huh.
WE: "Sorry about that, he's, jumpy."
ID: Well, definitely *something* supernatural.
R2: "So, what's the job, and what's the place?"
DM: "Far to the south, in Karak Eight Peaks, lies the library of Kron-Azril-Ungol. The owner of said library has gathered lore and knowledge from across the world to it, including copying most of what you could find in this very city. Sadly, the librarians are having some magical difficulties and have lost all ability to speak. To remedy this, the Lady Weber, head of the library, commissioned an item from the mysterious Grey Lords of Laurelorn. She would have collected it herself, but she had urgent business. Something about an 'Elfcation', and how she wouldn't have free AP for years if she put it off again? Hm. Regardless, if you're willing, take this letter to the Grey Lords and bring the item south to Eight Peaks and I'm sure the librarians will help you learn whatever you could need."
WE: Oh wow. A trip home. That... will be interesting.
JBW: Hey, backstory tie in! We definitely have to do it. *rolls something after being prompted by the DM and gets another note.* Oh, cool.
R2: A dwarven library commissioning something from elves? Sounds fishy.
ID: Well, if it gets us the info, we'll deal with whatever shady stuff is up. Let's do it.
*Months of adventuring across the empire, seeing a cool fog bridge, retrieving the item and doing it all again back down the continent to eight peaks later, they've delivered the item and are about to receive entry into the library*
DM: You step inside the grand doors, passing into the library at long last. In the distance rows of stone shelves loaded with books extend as far as you can see. In front of you is what you assume to be a reception desk manned by a human. Roll perception.
R2: 6.
R1: Nat 20!
WE: Ugh, 5.
ID: 10.
JBW: 3.
DM: *passes note to R1*
R1: AHHH SPIDERS! I DRAW MY AXE AND THROW IT AT THE ONE ON THE CEILING ABOVE US.
DM: ... Alright, roll it.
R1: 18! Awesome!
ID: What is going on?
WE: Spiders? Like, normal or monstrous?
R2: This is going to be a mess, isn't it?
JBW: Oh, yeah, I forgot to share that note I got about this place, didn't I? Crap.
WE: Uhh...
DM: Your axe flies true, punching into the carapace of the horse sized spider lurking on the ceiling above you. An unholy shrieking arises throughout the library. A cunningly hidden trapdoor lifts in front of the party and several spiders lunge out at R1. *rolls* *rolls* *rolls* Roll 3 con saves.
R1: *rolls* Uhh.... 18, 7, 9? That sounds bad.
DM: You collapse, entirely paralyzed as several spiders dogpile (spiderpile?) you.
JBW: EVERYONE STOP! THESE ARE THE LIBRARIANS!
Entire party: "WHAT?!"
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- Location
- Germany
Sounds realistic.
A party of semi-interested adventurers would propably go straight into the Library and be surprised by spiders, rather than rest a bit and ask literally any local anything about the library and its keepers.
A party of semi-interested adventurers would propably go straight into the Library and be surprised by spiders, rather than rest a bit and ask literally any local anything about the library and its keepers.
Wow, that's a bold DM. They didn't say "are you sure?" even once.
I like to think that R1 has just reflexively attacked things so many times the DM is just rolling with it at this point.
He did try to hit wizard dad.
The party and DM are clearly down for the shenanigans from accidentally attacking people.
And diplomacy checks is obviously an injoke, and what they call when he attacks someone by accident. Ergo, they're banned from every library in Nuln because they punched every librarian in the face. Damn those sneaky, quiet librarians.
And diplomacy checks is obviously an injoke, and what they call when he attacks someone by accident. Ergo, they're banned from every library in Nuln because they punched every librarian in the face. Damn those sneaky, quiet librarians.
- Location
- Moscow
That sounds like overcomplication tbh. On Earth, there's very large amount of space near poles that can't support much life because it's simply too cold there. All Chaos needed to do was to raise ambient temperature to the point where it can sustain grazeland and graze animals. Humans would do the rest by themselves.
- Location
- Germany
Also about the smoky beard, is there not one player who knows all the arcane marks by heart and call that out as a variant of an Ulgu Mark?
I imagine the first time it happened the DM was like "you're a ratcatcher, I'm going to let you die as a lesson", but they survived, and they kept surviving every fight, and now the DM is morbidly curious to see what it takes to finally kill them off.
You'll note that the wizard of the party kept getting notes and is very bad at explaining to the rest of the party what's going on. The note after Regimand teleported/was always actually on the other side of the table was totally, "That was grey wizard magic, you're pretty sure." lol.
Honestly, I was looking for a part to slip in a joke about only 1 of the players having read the campaign/setting notes and being surprised when the rest of the party didn't know something but I ended up going for the note joke instead after I realized I'd set it up. Wish I knew enough about the warhammer rpg to have written it in that, but I'm a dnd player at heart.
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- Location
- Outside the Box
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Was doing a spot of rereading and found this passage. One of the activities Mathilde did as an apprentice was, er, tailing practice.
I think we could assign Eike to try doing the Nordland infiltration herself? Rather than Mathilde leading it, Eike would be in charge.
She keeps showing up as an option in dice rolls, but sadly Mathilde always just misses her. Could she be part Wisdom's Asp?
Ranald's just being a bro and helping Mathilde avoid having to make awkward conversation with her girlfriend's mom.She keeps showing up as an option in dice rolls, but sadly Mathilde always just misses her. Could she be part Wisdom's Asp?
- Pronouns
- He
I wonder how much of Mathilde's apprenticeship tailing practice was Regimand using her to supplement his Altdorf focused spywork, like we're contemplating with Eike.
If there was ever an Entity that knows just how it feels to have some slight sympathy but also a massive amount of intractable differences with your partner's mom, it would be Him
- Location
- Sweden
Isn't Pan's mom Lady Magister Arburg? She was noted as recently promoted to LM when we saw her duel Dragomas, which we know is also true for Pan's mom.
She'd be the type to ask why there aren't any granddaughters yet. And then condenscendingly offer to help*. Which yeah, that would be intensely awkward. Ranald is doing us a solid there.
*IIRC, that's something the Jades can do? But I might be misremembering, and mixing up the Boney post of "Jades can help Wilhelmina" and "Mathilde can adopt".
*I* wonder how many of those random civilians were regimand under an illusion?
- Location
- Czech Republic
Her mother was magister and Arburg was battle wizard.