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actually it's more that if you go above magic 10 unless you're literally a divine agent in some way you're going to explode.

Magic 10 is the equivalent of being a level 4 wizard in TT i'm pretty sure and the 2E RP has a number of things that can boost your magic which leads to explosive death if you go above magic 5 in the Rp.
 
endless Daemons attack
Kroak pulls back his sleeves, stops time, and fucks all Daemons ever

There's also that one time when he wills himself back to life. Fucking Kroak. He probably has Magic 20.
 
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Mad Dogs
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    • Mad Dogs


    "Fuck you!"

    Spittle flew out of the obsese fool's mouth. The poor man was nearly frothing at the mouth at this point. Yet Alfio couldn't even feel a smile forming at the sight of a ranting man. That was happening more and more. Ever since he had killed his brother on the field the harder it was to smile. Ahh, the fat fool seemed to notice his wandering thoughts. Did he think screaming would help?

    "Listen to me! Why the hell are you jacking up the price!? It's three times as much as the last contract!"

    Alfio cracked his neck. What was this guys name again? Osmondo? Andrea? Ahh, it didn't matter.

    "The price has gone up. Why? Because that's what I decided and my paymasters agreed. Every bastard with a sword and half an ear has heard the legends about Karak Eight Peaks. Enough silver to make an army rich beyond its wildest dreams was just sitting there. Rumors have it that King Bele… King Bela… the King hasn't even reached the lesser vaults, and still enough silver was found to set each man for life. There's glory and gold to be found down the road, so that is where the fellows want to go. I'm inclined to agree with them. Nothing personal. Just business.

    The man, Osmondo? Maybe, glared hatefully at him, but Alfio just smiled back.

    "Do you think you can get away with this? HUH!? When I get back, no one will ever hire you again! In fact, perhaps I will write a letter to this so called king and tell him of your treachery!"

    Alfio smiled as his pitted blade flashed in the afternoon sun.

    "Just business."

    He had to wipe his blade twice to rid of all the blood the blubbery fool had spilled on his blade. As he moved away from the new addition to the corpse strewn field and back through the cries for mercy and rusted mud he saw Vidiano waving him down.

    "Ahh, what's up Vidiano? Any problems with cleaning up?"

    "Nope! Everything has been squared away. The men have been paid and a couple offered to wander around checking to make sure the job's done. The men are chomping at the bit. How did the negotiations go with Nazzareno?"

    "Ahh, that was his name. Not well. It seems like the man got upset when I told him it would be a little more expensive for next year's contract. Next thing I know he is swinging his sword at me. Such a shame."

    "Such a shame! Well the camp is getting packed up. Where to next boss? Where to!?"

    Alfio battered sword stabbed east.

    "What makes a man remembered? Why are songs sung of some and not of others? Why are some remembered with great monuments and some left as dust among the sunbaked roads? Glory! Some men find it. Others never do. All men search for it. Not all men gain it. Do you want to die unloved and unknown in a ditch! I don't! I wish for people to sing my name and lovers to fall into my lap and I wish for towns, sons, daughters to be named after me! I wish for glory! Will we find glory here friends? NO! Glory lies beyond the horizon my friend, so beyond the horizon we shall go! East, East to all the glory, riches, and fame that men like us will ever need! To glory! To Karak Eight Peaks! To Karak Eight Peaks!"

    The small crowd that had gathered near him picked up the cheer.

    "To Karak Eight Peaks! To Karak Eight Peaks!"

    As the setting sun illuminated the world with the color of blood Dogs of War converged on Barak Varr for the chance to head east. East to Karak Eight Peaks.

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    Have another omake! If you have any criticisms please share with me. They help me grow as writer.
     
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    • Neshuakadal said:
    Mad Dogs


    "Fuck you!"

    Spittle flew out of the obsese fool's mouth. The poor man was nearly frothing at the mouth at this point. Yet Alfio couldn't even feel a smile forming at the sight of a ranting man. That was happening more and more. Ever since he had killed his brother on the field the harder it was to smile. Ahh, the fat fool seemed to notice his wandering thoughts. Did he think screaming would help?

    "Listen to me! Why the hell are you jacking up the price!? It's three times as much as the last contract!"

    Alfio cracked his neck. What was this guys name again? Osmondo? Andrea? Ahh, it didn't matter.

    "The price has gone up. Why? Because that's what I decided and my paymasters agreed. Every bastard with a sword and half an ear has heard the legends about Karak Eight Peaks. Enough silver to make an army rich beyond its wildest dreams was just sitting there. Rumors have it that King Bele… King Bela… the King hasn't even reached the lesser vaults, and still enough silver was found to set each man for life. There's glory and gold to be found down the road, so that is where the fellows want to go. I'm inclined to agree with them. Nothing personal. Just business.

    The man, Osmondo? Maybe, glared hatefully at him, but Alfio just smiled back.

    "Do you think you can get away with this? HUH!? When I get back, no one will ever hire you again! In fact, perhaps I will write a letter to this so called king and tell him of your treachery!"

    Alfio smiled as his pitted blade flashed in the afternoon sun.

    "Just business."

    He had to wipe his blade twice to rid of all the blood the blubbery fool had spilled on his blade. As he moved away from the new addition to the corpse strewn field and back through the cries for mercy and rusted mud he saw Vidiano waving him down.

    "Ahh, what's up Vidiano? Any problems with cleaning up?"

    "Nope! Everything has been squared away. The men have been paid and a couple offered to wander around checking to make sure the job's done. The men are chomping at the bit. How did the negotiations go with Nazzareno?"

    "Ahh, that was his name. Not well. It seems like the man got upset when I told him it would be a little more expensive for next year's contract. Next thing I know he is swinging his sword at me. Such a shame."

    "Such a shame! Well the camp is getting packed up. Where to next boss? Where to!?"

    Alfio battered sword stabbed west .

    "What makes a man remembered? Why are songs sung of some and not of others? Why are some remembered with great monuments and some left as dust among the sunbaked roads? Glory! Some men find it. Others never do. All men search for it. Not all men gain it. Do you want to die unloved and unknown in a ditch! I don't! I wish for people to sing my name and lovers to fall into my lap and I wish for towns, sons, daughters to be named after me! I wish for glory! Will we find glory here friends? NO! Glory lies beyond the horizon my friend, so beyond the horizon we shall go! West, west to all the glory, riches, and fame that men like us will ever need! To glory! To Karak Eight Peaks! To Karak Eight Peaks!"

    The small crowd that had gathered near him picked up the cheer.

    "To Karak Eight Peaks! To Karak Eight Peaks!"

    As the setting sun illuminated the world with the color of blood Dogs of War converged on Barak Varr for the chance to head west. West to Karak Eight Peaks.

    A.N
    Have another omake! If you have any criticisms please share with me. They help me grow as writer.
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    East. Otherwise it's fine.
     
    Neshuakadal said:
    Mad Dogs


    "Fuck you!"

    Spittle flew out of the obsese fool's mouth. The poor man was nearly frothing at the mouth at this point. Yet Alfio couldn't even feel a smile forming at the sight of a ranting man. That was happening more and more. Ever since he had killed his brother on the field the harder it was to smile. Ahh, the fat fool seemed to notice his wandering thoughts. Did he think screaming would help?

    "Listen to me! Why the hell are you jacking up the price!? It's three times as much as the last contract!"

    Alfio cracked his neck. What was this guys name again? Osmondo? Andrea? Ahh, it didn't matter.

    "The price has gone up. Why? Because that's what I decided and my paymasters agreed. Every bastard with a sword and half an ear has heard the legends about Karak Eight Peaks. Enough silver to make an army rich beyond its wildest dreams was just sitting there. Rumors have it that King Bele… King Bela… the King hasn't even reached the lesser vaults, and still enough silver was found to set each man for life. There's glory and gold to be found down the road, so that is where the fellows want to go. I'm inclined to agree with them. Nothing personal. Just business.

    The man, Osmondo? Maybe, glared hatefully at him, but Alfio just smiled back.

    "Do you think you can get away with this? HUH!? When I get back, no one will ever hire you again! In fact, perhaps I will write a letter to this so called king and tell him of your treachery!"

    Alfio smiled as his pitted blade flashed in the afternoon sun.

    "Just business."

    He had to wipe his blade twice to rid of all the blood the blubbery fool had spilled on his blade. As he moved away from the new addition to the corpse strewn field and back through the cries for mercy and rusted mud he saw Vidiano waving him down.

    "Ahh, what's up Vidiano? Any problems with cleaning up?"

    "Nope! Everything has been squared away. The men have been paid and a couple offered to wander around checking to make sure the job's done. The men are chomping at the bit. How did the negotiations go with Nazzareno?"

    "Ahh, that was his name. Not well. It seems like the man got upset when I told him it would be a little more expensive for next year's contract. Next thing I know he is swinging his sword at me. Such a shame."

    "Such a shame! Well the camp is getting packed up. Where to next boss? Where to!?"

    Alfio battered sword stabbed west .

    "What makes a man remembered? Why are songs sung of some and not of others? Why are some remembered with great monuments and some left as dust among the sunbaked roads? Glory! Some men find it. Others never do. All men search for it. Not all men gain it. Do you want to die unloved and unknown in a ditch! I don't! I wish for people to sing my name and lovers to fall into my lap and I wish for towns, sons, daughters to be named after me! I wish for glory! Will we find glory here friends? NO! Glory lies beyond the horizon my friend, so beyond the horizon we shall go! West, west to all the glory, riches, and fame that men like us will ever need! To glory! To Karak Eight Peaks! To Karak Eight Peaks!"

    The small crowd that had gathered near him picked up the cheer.

    "To Karak Eight Peaks! To Karak Eight Peaks!"

    As the setting sun illuminated the world with the color of blood Dogs of War converged on Barak Varr for the chance to head west. West to Karak Eight Peaks.

    A.N
    Have another omake! If you have any criticisms please share with me. They help me grow as writer.
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    I can imagine that for at least a few mercenaries this will be their rallying speech
     
    [X] Remain in Karak Eight Peaks, either in the employ of Belegar or pursuing your research.
    [X] Claim the site where Ranald mugged Mork and build a shrine to Ranald there
    [X] Try to follow Johann, to see what he's getting up to.
     
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    SuperSonicSound said:
    actually it's more that if you go above magic 10 unless you're literally a divine agent in some way you're going to explode.

    Magic 10 is the equivalent of being a level 4 wizard in TT i'm pretty sure and the 2E RP has a number of things that can boost your magic which leads to explosive death if you go above magic 5 in the Rp.
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    I'm pretty sure that the thing about the RPG is wrong. Nothing I can find says there's any sort of max, and if the max really was 4, then Magic Characteristic 5 would just mean they're Battle Wizard level, which is stated in Realms of Sorcery to be beyond the scope of the game.
     
    I love how close the vote are here. It can be tense, but it culls the usual complaints about sheeple voters/bandwagons.
     
    Andres110 said:
    I'm pretty sure that the thing about the RPG is wrong. Nothing I can find says there's any sort of max, and if the max really was 4, then Magic Characteristic 5 would just mean they're Battle Wizard level, which is stated in Realms of Sorcery to be beyond the scope of the game.
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    Basically, that.

    The RPG handles it by just being really stingy about how high your Magic rating can get. I don't recall it saying anywhere that you explode and die horribly if your Magic score ever exceeds 5.
     
    Would Kroak be able to move continents on his own though? It was the entire Sublime Communion who caused the Time of woes.
     
    It occurs to me, that having a God of Thieves being a publicly prominent deity on a critical (and partly new) trade route might not be the wisest thing in the world.
    Frankly, that's not something that I as a merchant would like.

    Now, that doesn't mean that we shouldn't build a shrine to Ranald.

    Rather, I propose that we should probably try to channel the local worship of Ranald as much as possible into the aspects of Protection and Gambling.
     
    Andres110 said:
    Does it? Can you point me to the page or section it says that?
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    Less a specific page or section and more "There's no career in Warhammer Fantasy RPG that gives you a higher base magic rating than 4", and while there exist means to get an additional point of Magic (Mostly having a Familiar with Magic Power, and there's a really expensive potion that can do the same temporarily), I don't believe they stack.
     
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    My only takeaway from Mathilde hypothetically being on the council is that becoming the Learning Advisor specifically to Examine Spooky Stuff is the only real choice, for the following reason which I shall explain in greater detail as follows:

    If there's something strange
    In Karak Eight Peaks
    Who you gonna call?
    Dame Weber!
     
    [X] All this time away has made you miss your friends, and you'll be practically next door in Altdorf. Visit Anton and Wilhelmina.

    I am super against the stewardship position. Trying to have Mathilde act as a spy/saboteur, wizard and supervisor means skimping on one of those roles. Even when she was a pure spymaster juggling her wizard duty with advisor duty created a time crunch that led to projects falling by the wayside like the box-snake and Shyish-kebabs.

    Besides, if people want to use the stewardship position to create a spy ring just skip the preamble and choose the intrigue option.
     
    Horium said:
    It occurs to me, that having a God of Thieves being a publicly prominent deity on a critical (and partly new) trade route might not be the wisest thing in the world.
    Frankly, that's not something that I as a merchant would like.

    Now, that doesn't mean that we shouldn't build a shrine to Ranald.

    Rather, I propose that we should probably try to channel the local worship of Ranald as much as possible into the aspects of Protection and Gambling.
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    Nah. Marienburg has an open temple of Ranald, and it's fantasy Netherlands - basically, the human trade city of the Old World.

    Ranald is also a god of gambles and everyone prays to him for luck - and you damn well are a gambler and need every ounce of luck you can get if you embark on trade journey to Ind.


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    SITB said:
    [X] All this time away has made you miss your friends, and you'll be practically next door in Altdorf. Visit Anton and Wilhelmina.

    I am super against the stewardship position. Trying to have Mathilde act as a spy/saboteur, wizard and supervisor means skimping on one of those roles. Even when she was a pure spymaster juggling her wizard duty with advisor duty created a time crunch that led to projects falling by the wayside like the box-snake and Shyish-kebabs.

    Besides, if people want to use the stewardship position to create a spy ring just skip the preamble and choose the intrigue option.
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    The core issue here is that we have no intrigue option.
    The debate is basically whether Stewardship or Learning will let us do more Intrigue-esque things and in what way.
     
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