Well, we *do* have a handy way to make an undead army. I bet we could totally outdo Vlad
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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Considering that I think this was shortly after the Holy Order of the Templars of Sigmar rolled into talabecland and started burning vampire collaborators, I think he was probably ranting about how this proves the vampires are everywhere, which incidentally they absolutely are.
Found your sockpuppet Omegahugger!Well, we *do* have a handy way to make an undead army. I bet we could totally outdo Vlad
(For the purposes of not actually making false accusations, this post is a joke)
Has this been asked previously? I wonder if it was House Ellemakil that previously controlled the temple of Ereth Khial, and if so why they so easily gave up their goddess' position on the Mandela for Ulric. Or was it maybe House Elwyn that had influence in both Asuryan and Ereth Khial's temples and it was their extinction that allowed for Ulric to rise into the Mandela. Or maybe she was so easy to remove from the Mandela because none of the Houses gave that temple their support? There are 22 positions on the Mandela after all, and only 15 represented among the Houses. Though if that is true there is still the question of why House Ellemakil switched to Ulric and who they switched from.
They were previously vying for influence within the Cult of Kurnous with House Apacanwa.
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WFRP 2e: Realm of the Ice Queen, page 40
Found out about this today. In Total War, the last four lines are the description for Dazh's Song of Winter Sunlight.
Mopman43
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K von Carstein
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Even worse, it would risk putting in question other decisions made by Magnus. For example, what to do about those people playing with the foul energies of the Warp.
I don't know who's asking and how flammable are they feeling today?
A generation ago an attempt to outlaw the colleges ended in a siege. A generation from now it might end even more badly for the would be witch burners. It is worth keeping in mind that power, be that financial, magical, social is a far better guarantee than any piece of parchment, be its signatory ever so holy.
deathofrats0808
Don’t think of it as dying; just as leaving early
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Well yes, but outlawing the Colleges would still mean their eventual destruction, from attrition if nothing else. They effectively didn't recruit while under siege.I don't know who's asking and how flammable are they feeling today?
A generation ago an attempt to outlaw the colleges ended in a siege. A generation from now it might end even more badly for the would be witch burners. It is worth keeping in mind that power, be that financial, magical, social is a far better guarantee than any piece of parchment, be its signatory ever so holy.
Only if the law of the Empire or indeed the Empire itself can outlast them, that is not a guarantee.
Mopman43
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I think the wizards of the Colleges can simultaneously be of the opinions 'We can take them' and 'I'd really rather not make things immeasurably more dangerous and difficult for ourselves'.
Yes, if we had the Siege of the Colleges Part II, the Colleges would more than reap a toll, but I think they'd still prefer to avoid anything that trends in that direction in the first place.
Deriving Lore - a Tinkerer's Quest 2
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MoneyB said:That's the Kislev City arc wrapped up. Now, where in the world is Mathilde going next?
1. Praag
2. Middenheim
3. Altdorf
4. Karak Eight Peaks
5. Zhufbar
6. Lothern
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Hope everybody enjoys Adela Quest #2! (Link to the previous one on the bottom)
Credits to @owrtho 's False Forum Formatting Author Resource for the layout. Profile images either taken from previous ones or from Replicate's AI Generator, with the exception of soulbleh's, which comes from RWBY.
And, of course, this blurb from Turn 42:
Credits to @owrtho 's False Forum Formatting Author Resource for the layout. Profile images either taken from previous ones or from Replicate's AI Generator, with the exception of soulbleh's, which comes from RWBY.
And, of course, this blurb from Turn 42:
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You are distressingly good at capturing auctorial voice. Please return the imprint of my soul from within whatever crystal you have trapped it.
I just wanna see the engineering guild's reaction to our gyrocarriage once we finally get around to enchanting it.
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
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Took me a second to realize the joke here. Fucking lmao.
Jokes aside, I imagine that Deriving Lore has a different action system or pacing than Divided Loyalties, given how the Kislev City thing was described as an arc...
And, as an aside, funny as it is to see "Lothern" on Mathilde's list of possible destinations (and as a 6, at that), I imagine she wouldn't actually risk the gyrocarriage trying to make it across the sea. Large heavier-than-air flying machines aren't exactly known for their buoyancy in case of emergencies.
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I dunno, I am going to avoid real life examples because yikes derailment and not the right board minefield, but powerful people ban things they partake on/ allow their family to partake on all the time.
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Yes, but they generally have to keep it a secret if so. Mandred being at the Colleges cannot be kept a secret.
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That is indeed the case. My head-canon for negaquest pacing is that people in positions lesser than 'councilor to a king/elector count' are further divorced from strategy game pacing, while Thorgrim is playing full 4x Grand Strategy and his turns would be appropriately longer to match. It's not nailed down, but I'm imagining something like 1 month turns—Deriving Lore #1 had Sommerzeit feature prominently in the faux-update.
As for Lothern, Mathilde going to places inaccessible to the Gyrocarriage is equivalent to extra vacation/downtime for Adela, which she can spend on her personal projects.
deathofrats0808
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I thought we were using that to power the boards search engine.
It can do other things. Why shouldn't it?
In other news i have a renewed interest in enchanting our sweet ride. Surely we can spare 1 AP?
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One of the most heartwarming moments I've ever read was when we got called in front of the Ar-Ulric and the college said they'd march on Middenheim if he tried anything.I don't know who's asking and how flammable are they feeling today?
A generation ago an attempt to outlaw the colleges ended in a siege. A generation from now it might end even more badly for the would be witch burners. It is worth keeping in mind that power, be that financial, magical, social is a far better guarantee than any piece of parchment, be its signatory ever so holy.
An EIC Interlude, Part Three
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An EIC Interlude, Part Three
Martin Brunter was not having a very good day. The bright haired young manager of the Golden Drake was coming down with something and kept having coughing fits. It was drizzling outside. The damn Baronette was jerking him around about 'special' guests again. And there was a man in his office with an uncertain smile as he asked for more money.
"Let me get this straight. It has been eighteen months. I have paid to file claim at the tax office. I have paid to get a magistrate to enforce my father's will. I have paid for the advocate through claim, counterclaim, and appeal as that bloody lord disputes it. Now I must pay more? Tell me, how much more bloody money do I have to spend before this damn business is concluded? My bloody father built this hall with his own damn hands and taught me to run it, how much money can it possibly take for me to inherit it as he wrote in his own damned will!?! WELL?"
The dark haired man''s uncertain smile fixed into a rictus and his eyes darted about the office as he refused to meet Martin's stare.
The office itself was quite well put together. Dark wood paneling with tapestries and a woven green rug on the floor, a fireplace on one wall and a window with glass on another. A bookcase behind the desk, and a pair of doors that had shiny brass fittings, one closed, one half-open to a dark room beyond.
"Well, sir, you know how these things are? The magistrates in Altdorf have so very little time for the small businessman, and this Lord Falrot has a good enough forger to really muddle the waters! But! If I can hire an investigator to hunt down and arrest this forger then no one will be able to contest your claim!"
Martin slumped back into his chair, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"A good forger? Maybe just bribing the judge. I suppose you'd better look into that too... Damn! And there's no other way?"
The rictus softened into something near akin to sympathetic.
"Until you can win the case you can't get the tax records updated, and until you own the Golden Drake in the eyes of the law then the profits stay in the escrow account. I wish I could give you better news."
"And until I have access to the escrow account I need to pay you out of my own personal funds. Argh! That damn lord can go shove the two tails of the comet up his nostrils! And it's not just him. Swallowvale is coming by again tonight with a few friends and is telling me to give them a thousand chips a piece."
At this the smile turned truly sympathetic.
"And he says he's good for it, I'm sure. So you think he's going to force you to do a third auction of whatever bric-a-brac he can drag to your doorstep before the year ends? Or after?"
"Don't even start with that. At least he's backing me on the inheritance. Hmf. The merchants and ship captains who keep joking at me for the last two will be happy. Maybe I can convince a few of them to take their winnings in kind? Bah! I need a drink."
"Of course sir. And perhaps to stop by the counting room? The sooner I can return to Altdorf..."
Martin stood up with a heavy sigh, and ushered him out the door to the hallway, following him out and closing the door behind them.
For a moment, the rising noise of a gambling house getting ready to open downstairs could be heard.
A few minutes later Eike ghosted out of the other door and came to a stop behind the desk, glancing down at the papers and murmuring to herself.
"Special guests... Well that was certainly lucky. Guess I'll have to pet the next cat I see..."
With quick hands she copied down the details of the lawsuit they had been talking about; there were several pages scattered across the desk and she noted names, seals, and dates, keeping a wary ear for any footsteps.
By the time anyone did return, the only evidence she had ever been there was a bit of water on the inside of the windowsill.
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Rally point seven, in the somewhat clunky jargon the hochlander had used, was the upstream end of the wharf, where a fisherman could cast a line and watch the ships coming in to tie off for the night. Or fisherwoman, as it happened. Eike had two trout and some sort of gelatinous sand fish by the time the hochlander showed up in late evening.
Of course he made it a test, but not a hard one. She had seen him in the polished spoon of a spare lure a good five seconds before he coughed beside her.
"Papa!"
He rolled his eyes.
"No trouble then?"
"Nope! Got what I was hoping for and something of a mystery too," she said, gesturing vaguely at the bucket holding her catch.
"About the same on my end. Come on, pack it up, let's eat up before anything else."
As it turned out, the hochlander had spent his day well. He led her towards the most delicious whiffs of smells, to what looked like a house rather than a tavern, around the back and to a low table at the edge of a vegetable garden, one of a few, lit by soft lanterns. A trio of halflings chatted quietly at one of the others, and a matron popped up almost as soon as they were seated.
"Oh Mr. Hoch! Just who I was hoping to see. And who is this?" She asked as she slid a plate of bread and butter onto the table, followed swiftly by two flagons.
"This is Miss Eike, and thank you Mary. Two of the daily specials if you please, and a spot of quiet is all we are looking for tonight."
She smiled and bobbed a curtsy, heading back to the kitchen. Eike narrowed her eyes at him.
"Mr. Hoch? Mary? We rode into this town last night, how did you even find this place? Did you do any scouting at all today?"
He smiled and tapped the side of his nose. "One thing I've learned after all my years of traveling. First thing you do is you find the halfling cooking. Small towns like this? It's usually hidden down alleyways instead of the main square.
"As for the scouting, oh yes of little faith, I did. Found a back trail up to the knob Swallowvale's castle sits on, followed it back to a hidden inlet with a dock. Practically tripped over a few men headed the other direction so I think there were ships that left just before."
He took a long pull from the flagon. She waited patiently.
"Didn't see them go into the castle, but I did see another. Dark haired, weird grin on his face. Went in the front door just as I was headed back to town."
"Weird grin? Wait, did he have a charcoal doublet and a red scarf?"
"Yes. You also saw him?"
"He was the lawyer I overheard speaking to the son of the old owner. Martin, from the oversized brass nameplate he had on his desk; Hoeth only knows why he picked that up. They did mention the Baronette backing Martin in a lawsuit- apparently the reason the tax records haven't been updated is there is a Lord disputing the will? So there may be an innocent explanation? But at the end he mentioned giving the Baronette's guests a thousand chips a piece, and implied that was how Swallowvale runs up his debts. I am almost entirely sure he doesn't know the goods he's been auctioning are from river pirates, and that says patsy to me. I think the Baronette might be our guy."
She pulled out her notes and passed them across.
"Mmmmph. Seems we need eyes on the Baronette's guests for the next few days, and to follow up on this lawsuit in Altdorf."
He paused, weighing options.
"If you take a riverboat tomorrow morning you could be in Altdorf by midday the next. Assume a day for paperwork chase and a bit shorter trip back, and I'll aim to meet you here for dinner in four days?"
Eike nodded. "I may have to learn on grandmother's name a bit to get passage on such short notice but it should be possible. Do you have a name in the magistrates I should start with?"
He frowned, scanning through her notes again with a finger, coming to a stop about halfway.
"I know this one. I'll give you an address and a letter of introduction."
Their conversation finished (neither too early nor too late, for they were wizards) and the food arrived. Eike took one bite of the chicken pot pie and audibly moaned.
"It's so good! It's like being back in the East Valley!"
And at this, Mary, who had been hovering nearby awaiting their reactions, perked up.
"The East Valley? You mean the colony down south? I've got kin down there! How do you know east valley food?"
Eike froze, and blushed, realizing her error. The hochlander smiled indulgently and leaned back, leaving her to figure out how to deal with the suddenly very chatty halfling woman, who was even now calling for her husband in the house.
"It's a bit of a long story, but... I've got one I heard down there" from Magister Panoramia "that I could tell you? It's about the Pie Contest, and the time the Lady Magister judged it, and the duel of the bakers that night?"
A/N: thanks to the wonderful omake just above I was inspired to get this out the door! Happy Fourth of July to those who celebrate, my city is being kind to us and not doing official fireworks this year so the booms are less. Plenty of private mortars about still though, so my friends dogs are still hiding.
Martin Brunter was not having a very good day. The bright haired young manager of the Golden Drake was coming down with something and kept having coughing fits. It was drizzling outside. The damn Baronette was jerking him around about 'special' guests again. And there was a man in his office with an uncertain smile as he asked for more money.
"Let me get this straight. It has been eighteen months. I have paid to file claim at the tax office. I have paid to get a magistrate to enforce my father's will. I have paid for the advocate through claim, counterclaim, and appeal as that bloody lord disputes it. Now I must pay more? Tell me, how much more bloody money do I have to spend before this damn business is concluded? My bloody father built this hall with his own damn hands and taught me to run it, how much money can it possibly take for me to inherit it as he wrote in his own damned will!?! WELL?"
The dark haired man''s uncertain smile fixed into a rictus and his eyes darted about the office as he refused to meet Martin's stare.
The office itself was quite well put together. Dark wood paneling with tapestries and a woven green rug on the floor, a fireplace on one wall and a window with glass on another. A bookcase behind the desk, and a pair of doors that had shiny brass fittings, one closed, one half-open to a dark room beyond.
"Well, sir, you know how these things are? The magistrates in Altdorf have so very little time for the small businessman, and this Lord Falrot has a good enough forger to really muddle the waters! But! If I can hire an investigator to hunt down and arrest this forger then no one will be able to contest your claim!"
Martin slumped back into his chair, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"A good forger? Maybe just bribing the judge. I suppose you'd better look into that too... Damn! And there's no other way?"
The rictus softened into something near akin to sympathetic.
"Until you can win the case you can't get the tax records updated, and until you own the Golden Drake in the eyes of the law then the profits stay in the escrow account. I wish I could give you better news."
"And until I have access to the escrow account I need to pay you out of my own personal funds. Argh! That damn lord can go shove the two tails of the comet up his nostrils! And it's not just him. Swallowvale is coming by again tonight with a few friends and is telling me to give them a thousand chips a piece."
At this the smile turned truly sympathetic.
"And he says he's good for it, I'm sure. So you think he's going to force you to do a third auction of whatever bric-a-brac he can drag to your doorstep before the year ends? Or after?"
"Don't even start with that. At least he's backing me on the inheritance. Hmf. The merchants and ship captains who keep joking at me for the last two will be happy. Maybe I can convince a few of them to take their winnings in kind? Bah! I need a drink."
"Of course sir. And perhaps to stop by the counting room? The sooner I can return to Altdorf..."
Martin stood up with a heavy sigh, and ushered him out the door to the hallway, following him out and closing the door behind them.
For a moment, the rising noise of a gambling house getting ready to open downstairs could be heard.
A few minutes later Eike ghosted out of the other door and came to a stop behind the desk, glancing down at the papers and murmuring to herself.
"Special guests... Well that was certainly lucky. Guess I'll have to pet the next cat I see..."
With quick hands she copied down the details of the lawsuit they had been talking about; there were several pages scattered across the desk and she noted names, seals, and dates, keeping a wary ear for any footsteps.
By the time anyone did return, the only evidence she had ever been there was a bit of water on the inside of the windowsill.
*********************
Rally point seven, in the somewhat clunky jargon the hochlander had used, was the upstream end of the wharf, where a fisherman could cast a line and watch the ships coming in to tie off for the night. Or fisherwoman, as it happened. Eike had two trout and some sort of gelatinous sand fish by the time the hochlander showed up in late evening.
Of course he made it a test, but not a hard one. She had seen him in the polished spoon of a spare lure a good five seconds before he coughed beside her.
"Papa!"
He rolled his eyes.
"No trouble then?"
"Nope! Got what I was hoping for and something of a mystery too," she said, gesturing vaguely at the bucket holding her catch.
"About the same on my end. Come on, pack it up, let's eat up before anything else."
As it turned out, the hochlander had spent his day well. He led her towards the most delicious whiffs of smells, to what looked like a house rather than a tavern, around the back and to a low table at the edge of a vegetable garden, one of a few, lit by soft lanterns. A trio of halflings chatted quietly at one of the others, and a matron popped up almost as soon as they were seated.
"Oh Mr. Hoch! Just who I was hoping to see. And who is this?" She asked as she slid a plate of bread and butter onto the table, followed swiftly by two flagons.
"This is Miss Eike, and thank you Mary. Two of the daily specials if you please, and a spot of quiet is all we are looking for tonight."
She smiled and bobbed a curtsy, heading back to the kitchen. Eike narrowed her eyes at him.
"Mr. Hoch? Mary? We rode into this town last night, how did you even find this place? Did you do any scouting at all today?"
He smiled and tapped the side of his nose. "One thing I've learned after all my years of traveling. First thing you do is you find the halfling cooking. Small towns like this? It's usually hidden down alleyways instead of the main square.
"As for the scouting, oh yes of little faith, I did. Found a back trail up to the knob Swallowvale's castle sits on, followed it back to a hidden inlet with a dock. Practically tripped over a few men headed the other direction so I think there were ships that left just before."
He took a long pull from the flagon. She waited patiently.
"Didn't see them go into the castle, but I did see another. Dark haired, weird grin on his face. Went in the front door just as I was headed back to town."
"Weird grin? Wait, did he have a charcoal doublet and a red scarf?"
"Yes. You also saw him?"
"He was the lawyer I overheard speaking to the son of the old owner. Martin, from the oversized brass nameplate he had on his desk; Hoeth only knows why he picked that up. They did mention the Baronette backing Martin in a lawsuit- apparently the reason the tax records haven't been updated is there is a Lord disputing the will? So there may be an innocent explanation? But at the end he mentioned giving the Baronette's guests a thousand chips a piece, and implied that was how Swallowvale runs up his debts. I am almost entirely sure he doesn't know the goods he's been auctioning are from river pirates, and that says patsy to me. I think the Baronette might be our guy."
She pulled out her notes and passed them across.
"Mmmmph. Seems we need eyes on the Baronette's guests for the next few days, and to follow up on this lawsuit in Altdorf."
He paused, weighing options.
"If you take a riverboat tomorrow morning you could be in Altdorf by midday the next. Assume a day for paperwork chase and a bit shorter trip back, and I'll aim to meet you here for dinner in four days?"
Eike nodded. "I may have to learn on grandmother's name a bit to get passage on such short notice but it should be possible. Do you have a name in the magistrates I should start with?"
He frowned, scanning through her notes again with a finger, coming to a stop about halfway.
"I know this one. I'll give you an address and a letter of introduction."
Their conversation finished (neither too early nor too late, for they were wizards) and the food arrived. Eike took one bite of the chicken pot pie and audibly moaned.
"It's so good! It's like being back in the East Valley!"
And at this, Mary, who had been hovering nearby awaiting their reactions, perked up.
"The East Valley? You mean the colony down south? I've got kin down there! How do you know east valley food?"
Eike froze, and blushed, realizing her error. The hochlander smiled indulgently and leaned back, leaving her to figure out how to deal with the suddenly very chatty halfling woman, who was even now calling for her husband in the house.
"It's a bit of a long story, but... I've got one I heard down there" from Magister Panoramia "that I could tell you? It's about the Pie Contest, and the time the Lady Magister judged it, and the duel of the bakers that night?"
A/N: thanks to the wonderful omake just above I was inspired to get this out the door! Happy Fourth of July to those who celebrate, my city is being kind to us and not doing official fireworks this year so the booms are less. Plenty of private mortars about still though, so my friends dogs are still hiding.
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