NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
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- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
We are not summoning a C'tan.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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Soon not-daemonology will become common in all the Colleges, and all the Witch Hunters of the Empire will have a collective heartstroke.
One of this days Algard will get sick of our stunts and just give us his job, so we will be the ones who have to fix all the messess others create and understand his headache.
Love this idea, i can already see other people reactions.
Mathilde: no Mr Witch Hunter sir, this grotesque otherworldly creature spawned by wizards' nightmares is not a daemon, nothing wrong is happening there!
I think it's now half. Ulgu, Chamon, with suspicions about Jade and Amber.
We should go check out the Jades and Ambers, so we learn more abaout their methods of summoning and binding Apparitions.
We should also see if foreign magical traditions do something similar, maybe in Araby or some shamans of the Dark Lands.
Mopman43
Mountain-Hermit of Nitpeak
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- Vermont
Are you talking about the Chaos Dwarfs or the Greenskins?
Either Greenskins or humans who live in Pigbarter. The Dark Lands seem like a good place were to find unorthodox magical traditions.
Araby with their djinns is actually quite interesting. Thing is, getting peoples secrets has a price. We got daemon bind for our pile of Skaven loot, which was quite substantial. I'd rather focus on new magical secrets, rather than getting some details on stuff we already know.
Greenskin magic is incompatible with human magic.
*Calmly reiterates his vote for a cataclysm tier whispering darkness summoning spell to eat armies*
I bet a lot of big problems like, 'a karak full of orcs' or 'a chaos dwarf stronghold we can't rescue the slaves from' would feel a lot less big if we had the option to drown them in hungry shadows.
I suspect the Colleges would not be thrilled abaout us summoning Kaiju Apparitions and unleashing them on the world.
And hey, we know we can use a cataclysm spell any time we want using a Morb. We just have to get it right the first time.
Confrontation
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Confrontation
No matter how much you think you've prepared for something, it might never be enough when faced with the real thing.
That was the first thought Panoramia had to deal with when confronted with her mother.
It was more than a decade since she last saw her. Many things about her had changed, and yet there were others that stayed the same. For one, she still towered over Panoramia, more than a foot taller and considerably… fuller. It inspired jealousy in a younger Panoramia, but now it only brought her comfort that she resembled her father more than her mother.
On the other hand, her mother had clearly grown more in tune with Ghyran than she remembered. Panoramia heard that her mother had ascended the ranks to become a Lady Magister. She didn't consider what that meant exactly; after all, she wasn't all that eager to keep up with her mother's advancements. Until she was confronted with it at least.
Her mother clearly possessed more Arcane Marks than she used to have. Her long curly black hair was still threaded with the roses and vines they were always coated with, her eyes still shined with an emerald glow, and her skin was as green as ever. Now, Panoramia could feel the plants around her growing and revitalising themselves in a rapid pace. She had clearly grown in strength, another byproduct of her mother's obsession with Ghyran. She always saw the process of spellcasting as a form of worship, communing with the "Mother" and becoming one with nature, as her own mother and mother's mother and beyond once did. The natural conclusion was a body chock full of Ghyran to an extent that even her own soul shied away from it.
"Welcome home dear. Nice of you to finally join us" Her mother's voice was full of venom and thinly concealed disapproval.
"I've decided to stop running. I'm here to accept my sickle, nothing more"
Her mother's face crinkled in amusement.
"So you believe. I have…many things planned for you. I hope you can at least keep up. Wouldn't want my precious daughter to fail me now would I?"
Panoramia knew she would have to confront her mother one day, but it was as hard as ever to keep up with the sheer presence she exuded. Her mother was larger than life in many ways, and she spent her whole childhood looking up to her. To be faced with such clear disappointment was something that the child in her could only shy away from.
She was no longer a child. She was her own person. And she had prepared a souvenir for her mother.
"Oh, that reminds me. I have a gift for you. It's a paper I wrote, one with contributions from respected peers. I hope you'll enjoy"
Her mother seemed a bit surprised at the response. She hesitantly took the paper she had passed over, and her eyes quickly glanced over the title. Her mother's fingers tightly gripped the paper as she quickly skimmed over its contents faster and faster.
Her mother's face twisted in a rage she had only seen twice in her life. Panoramia stood her ground as the paper she gave over began darkening and eventually crumbled to dust in her mother's grasp.
"You petulant, insolent girl." The sheer vitriol dripping from her mouth was enough for Panoramia to almost regret doing that.
Almost.
"Rosetta!"
Paranoth's voice broke the tension between them. Her mother turned over to look in the man's direction.
"It's time for us to convene. Leave the candidate alone, she must prepare for the trial on her lonesome"
Her mother looked back at her.
"We're not done here" was her mother's last words to her before she walked off, flowers springing up beneath her feet before quickly wilting and returning to the earth without her presence.
Panoramia waited until her mother was out of sight and earshot before she let out a deep sigh and let herself relax.
She hoped that when the day was over, she could cuddle with her beloved and drink a nice hot cup of tea with her. She needed Mathilde's presence right about now, but she unfortunately had to wait.
It probably wouldn't be a good idea to have Mathilde meet her mother. The two were so headstrong she had a feeling an earthquake would terrorise the city if they did.
Author's Note: I had to take a lot of creative liberties here. I tried my best not to use Pan's mother's name until I had to at the end. She's Rosetta, as in the Rosetta stone. I might change it if we ever get her real name. I also struggle with dialogue, so I hope I managed to do a good job here. This is sort of like the opposite side of my previous omake about positive parenthood.
No matter how much you think you've prepared for something, it might never be enough when faced with the real thing.
That was the first thought Panoramia had to deal with when confronted with her mother.
It was more than a decade since she last saw her. Many things about her had changed, and yet there were others that stayed the same. For one, she still towered over Panoramia, more than a foot taller and considerably… fuller. It inspired jealousy in a younger Panoramia, but now it only brought her comfort that she resembled her father more than her mother.
On the other hand, her mother had clearly grown more in tune with Ghyran than she remembered. Panoramia heard that her mother had ascended the ranks to become a Lady Magister. She didn't consider what that meant exactly; after all, she wasn't all that eager to keep up with her mother's advancements. Until she was confronted with it at least.
Her mother clearly possessed more Arcane Marks than she used to have. Her long curly black hair was still threaded with the roses and vines they were always coated with, her eyes still shined with an emerald glow, and her skin was as green as ever. Now, Panoramia could feel the plants around her growing and revitalising themselves in a rapid pace. She had clearly grown in strength, another byproduct of her mother's obsession with Ghyran. She always saw the process of spellcasting as a form of worship, communing with the "Mother" and becoming one with nature, as her own mother and mother's mother and beyond once did. The natural conclusion was a body chock full of Ghyran to an extent that even her own soul shied away from it.
"Welcome home dear. Nice of you to finally join us" Her mother's voice was full of venom and thinly concealed disapproval.
"I've decided to stop running. I'm here to accept my sickle, nothing more"
Her mother's face crinkled in amusement.
"So you believe. I have…many things planned for you. I hope you can at least keep up. Wouldn't want my precious daughter to fail me now would I?"
Panoramia knew she would have to confront her mother one day, but it was as hard as ever to keep up with the sheer presence she exuded. Her mother was larger than life in many ways, and she spent her whole childhood looking up to her. To be faced with such clear disappointment was something that the child in her could only shy away from.
She was no longer a child. She was her own person. And she had prepared a souvenir for her mother.
"Oh, that reminds me. I have a gift for you. It's a paper I wrote, one with contributions from respected peers. I hope you'll enjoy"
Her mother seemed a bit surprised at the response. She hesitantly took the paper she had passed over, and her eyes quickly glanced over the title. Her mother's fingers tightly gripped the paper as she quickly skimmed over its contents faster and faster.
Her mother's face twisted in a rage she had only seen twice in her life. Panoramia stood her ground as the paper she gave over began darkening and eventually crumbled to dust in her mother's grasp.
"You petulant, insolent girl." The sheer vitriol dripping from her mouth was enough for Panoramia to almost regret doing that.
Almost.
"Rosetta!"
Paranoth's voice broke the tension between them. Her mother turned over to look in the man's direction.
"It's time for us to convene. Leave the candidate alone, she must prepare for the trial on her lonesome"
Her mother looked back at her.
"We're not done here" was her mother's last words to her before she walked off, flowers springing up beneath her feet before quickly wilting and returning to the earth without her presence.
Panoramia waited until her mother was out of sight and earshot before she let out a deep sigh and let herself relax.
She hoped that when the day was over, she could cuddle with her beloved and drink a nice hot cup of tea with her. She needed Mathilde's presence right about now, but she unfortunately had to wait.
It probably wouldn't be a good idea to have Mathilde meet her mother. The two were so headstrong she had a feeling an earthquake would terrorise the city if they did.
Author's Note: I had to take a lot of creative liberties here. I tried my best not to use Pan's mother's name until I had to at the end. She's Rosetta, as in the Rosetta stone. I might change it if we ever get her real name. I also struggle with dialogue, so I hope I managed to do a good job here. This is sort of like the opposite side of my previous omake about positive parenthood.
Well the idea is to make it foggy so we get a cataclysm spell at high battle magic difficulty.
hahaha got to love this one, XD
[x] Yes. This is a fine mornin, for some murderin.
[x] Yes. This is a fine mornin, for some murderin.
Huh, somehow we ended up stabbing a ghyran lord magister instead of a tsar. Funny that.
deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
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- Earth
They had 4 "incantations" instead of the more usual number of 6 spells, always successfully cast, could not miscast (or use irresistable force) and had a strict order about what happened when. Also, they could use the same incantation more than once per magic phase.
Ahh, I understand. You're saying we can use the Morb to cast a super-duper cataclysm spell with the staff. Makes a lot of sense.
Joking aside, I'm not sure the staff is quite up for that. It only takes high BM spells to easier-but-still BM. And for cataclysm, there just might not be enough magic around. I don't know if Boney ever said something on the matter.
Somic
It's meow or never
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Cataclysm magic needs favorable conditions, so I would guess a Morb combined with an area full of magic, and likely at dawn or dusk, should be enough to make it possible. And then the staff knocks the difficulty down to (high?) BM for us so we're "only" in as much danger as any non-Battle Wizard casting Battle Magic
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- USA
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[x] Yes
I don't like it and it's super risky, but unfortunately I think it's better than letting Kislev collapse into civil war.
Hopefully we can pull something off that gives us plausible deniability with even Boris
I don't like it and it's super risky, but unfortunately I think it's better than letting Kislev collapse into civil war.
Hopefully we can pull something off that gives us plausible deniability with even Boris
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- usa
[x] Yes
If we're going that road, we should just go all out: Stab the Tsar, then stab the Tsarevich.I mean, if we're doing this to avert a civil war, we could also just stab the tsarevich
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This is starting to sound like the kind of plan in which you loose your hat.
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Easy mistake to make, one is green and annoying, and the other is... blue? and annoying.
Well yes, but it also sounds like the sort of plan that gets the Four to offer a new on.