She doesn't know these things. She didn't have a conventional childhood, and nobody at the Grey College thought to tell her.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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- on the way to the fire.
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- He
To be a pendant, she did have her Dooming, which happen in close proximity to the Quickening(?) which usually include all the nasty details of sexual reproduction for young children in the Empire.
Edit: and now I see you might have been rolling with the joke, a good sign to go to sleep I think.
Edit2: anyone can recall of the top of their head what age Mathilde was taken to the Altdorf, I'm not sure if she had those rituals before or after.
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- Pennsylvania
So I was rereading this story/Quest, and noticed something. Way back when, the Wizard Chic subplot. Thinking on that, I have to wonder, is that going to cause any future issues? A fad like that might be annoying or innocent enough in some settings, but that honestly seems like it was implying a disaster waiting to happen, since this is warhammer. Idiots using magical, or semi-magical equipment or resources about as wrongly as possible.
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- Usa
I'm so glad I took a shot at binge-reading a quest for the ~1mil word story, else I'd have missed this gem. I got hooked on Sunday and just finished, and it was worth the six plus hours of daily reading lmao.
This story is one of the best web serials I've read, up there with Wildbow and Bavitz' works. It's clever and funny, it's amazingly engaging, and the depth and breadth of research on the underlying IP is clearly evident. The laboratory mishap and resulting "dare you enter my magical realm," the cast of living, breathing, evolving characters, the seamless dipping in and out of canon while weaving in the author's own original worldbuilding beats...I can't easily express how much I love this work.
And now I'm all caught up and ready to cast my vote alongside everyone else! Merry Christmas @Boney, you royal hero. Here's to another year of the quest going strong. *knocks on wood*
This story is one of the best web serials I've read, up there with Wildbow and Bavitz' works. It's clever and funny, it's amazingly engaging, and the depth and breadth of research on the underlying IP is clearly evident. The laboratory mishap and resulting "dare you enter my magical realm," the cast of living, breathing, evolving characters, the seamless dipping in and out of canon while weaving in the author's own original worldbuilding beats...I can't easily express how much I love this work.
And now I'm all caught up and ready to cast my vote alongside everyone else! Merry Christmas @Boney, you royal hero. Here's to another year of the quest going strong. *knocks on wood*
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NuclearConsensus
Herald of the Thorned One
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- the Philippines
She was 10, and she had already had her Dooming which is where she got the idea of naming her pet cat Morr. Less sure if she had her Quickening though. Probably?
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- on the way to the fire.
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- He
We don't really know if she had her dooming before through? all we know is she adopted Morr while in the college, But not exacly when.
Could be she had her Dooming after arriving and then adopted him.
Edit: you also need a priest of Morr for the Dooming and maybe a Shyalla for the Quickening. So the proper ceremonies in a small village might take quite a while after the offical 10 year birthmark. on account of waiting for such a priest. A problem that won't be in Altdorf.
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Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
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- At Home
Most villages would be likely to host at least one Shallyan, or at bare minimum be on the regular circuit of one under a wandering vow, since they're the single biggest pool of trained midwives in the entire Old World. And Stirland is probably the single most likely place in the whole Empire to have at least one priest of Morr in every village, what with all the undead that used to shamble in from Sylvania.
Mathilde's Office of Monetary Equity and Yield. So since Mathilde is about to get a lot of money she can create a development fund for the empire. It mandates will be involving in funding business and institutions to help the empire financially and build industry. But it can also be used to help fund waystones and forces to take waystones. So that land and resources can be taken for the empire. She can hire some dawi and kidnap some Marienburgers to run it. Warhammer if a world with a lot of mercenaries and Mathilde is well off. She is not 1 per enter yet but definitely top 20 percent.
Between the elf trade route and silk I fully expect her payout to double in a year, if not more. She is about to provide silk in 3 forms that is probably worth its weight in silver to gold. Than comes selling elf goods to the empire at significant less than Marienburg's inflated prices. She is going to be Princess of a city state of Estalia or Tilea rich in a few years.
Edit. A bolt of silk was roughly about 10 gold coins roughly and wieght about 8 pounds. A wagon can hold 1800 pounds or more. So a wagon with bolts of silk would be worth about 2,250 gold pieces. Mathilde is entitled to a third of the profits made per wagon load of silk. All she needs to do is get some dyes, which she knows some of the Elves who can make them and some swamp people who can also get hard to make colors like purple.
Between the elf trade route and silk I fully expect her payout to double in a year, if not more. She is about to provide silk in 3 forms that is probably worth its weight in silver to gold. Than comes selling elf goods to the empire at significant less than Marienburg's inflated prices. She is going to be Princess of a city state of Estalia or Tilea rich in a few years.
Edit. A bolt of silk was roughly about 10 gold coins roughly and wieght about 8 pounds. A wagon can hold 1800 pounds or more. So a wagon with bolts of silk would be worth about 2,250 gold pieces. Mathilde is entitled to a third of the profits made per wagon load of silk. All she needs to do is get some dyes, which she knows some of the Elves who can make them and some swamp people who can also get hard to make colors like purple.
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- Earth
As I understand it, it's like buying out all of the hammers in the hardware store to play at building a tree house, leaving the actual house builders out of house building supplies. The hammers are just hammers; it's having the requisite skills and knowhow that makes having the hammers actually useful, or in this case, capable of doing magic things.
As for future issues:
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- Pennsylvania
Fair enough. And I suppose it has been a few years by now, hasn't it. XD.
I know it was mostly an explanation for a lack of proper tools in the market, and overly hilarious at that. But, well, Warhammer, magic isn't exactly safe, and I thought it might have resulted in someone doing something stupid eventually.
I guess Wizard Chic is well and truly defeated.
I know it was mostly an explanation for a lack of proper tools in the market, and overly hilarious at that. But, well, Warhammer, magic isn't exactly safe, and I thought it might have resulted in someone doing something stupid eventually.
I guess Wizard Chic is well and truly defeated.
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- Earth
I'd imagine that if any of those silly geese actually managed to manifest any magic, the Colleges would've jumped at the chance to snatch up some wealthy new recruits acting up in their backyard.
Mathilde Kiesinger, Baroness Blutdorf
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- Hoff
We move from the most crack to the most prosaic of Mathilde marriages.
Mathilde Kiesinger, Baroness Blutdorf
The citizens of the Empire do not think of Stirland when it comes to a peaceful life. They do, sometimes, think of Wizards; the Jades, primarily, spending their lives in agrian toil, but occasionally the Golds, building away in a laboratory somewhat more sedately than the Gunnery School does. Certainly they blow up less often.
Blutdorf is peaceful for a Gray Wizard. She had to fight for it, of course.
The citizens of Stirland are still coming to terms with the fact that Blutdorf is powerful. Second only as a center of trade to Wurtbad, and ahead of it in industry. The citizens of the Empire are ignorant Blutdorf exists, except for the factory owners of Nuln, who curse the name of the Blutdorf Repeating Rifle. But they do it quietly. The last one to get ideas about solving the newest competitor for the market for smaller guns went to sleep one Sigmartag and woke up with the head of a vampire in their bed.
They really hope those rumors about some blasted thing called a mitrellause aren't true. It's bad enough without a competitor in field artillery.
It isn't all the Baroness. The Baron has a smile that could rival the sun, the ability to disarm a Blood Dragon in conversation, and is on first-name terms with Asarnil and Deathfang. He is undoubtedly the father of the Blutdorf Armaments factories, and the new Blutdorf School of Marksmanship, the small-scale in both size and size of gun version of the Nuln Gunnery School, that accompanies it.
The Baroness has made her contributions. Dwarven roads, still the finest in the world, lead from Blutdorf to anywhere worth going. Dwarven gates guard the walls and palace. Dwarven hands helped craft its factories. And while no Dwarf would be caught dead with a real weapon from Blutdorf, their foundries are more than good enough to produce many day to day implements, and to arm the many Umgi auxiliaries the Eight Peaks employ.
But still, if there is a rule to the peace of Blutdorf, it is very simple. Whether nominally law-abiding or criminal, day-walking or night-dwelling, chaotic or worryingly furry, all of Stirland knows, all of Sylvania has learned, and others are awakening to it: Don't make the Baroness of Blutdorf come over there.
And for the Baroness herself? Though she might do great violence in its defense, or when her Elector Countess calls (Elector Countesses do not beg, her husband gently reminds her), Blutdorf is an island of peace and stability in a world desperately short of both. She has two children, one who is delightfully mundane, and one who will have to go to the colleges, but not quite yet. No one doubts, given the open affection of herself and her husband can border on scandal, there will be more.
Sometimes she spreads that peace and stability a little further. Sometimes an uncautious wizard or noble is unwise enough, after such an event, to think aloud that Mathilde Kiesinger was destined for bigger things before her marriage.
She will ask them where they were when Castle Drak fell, or one of the many other vampires she's slain. Mathilde Kiesinger has won her wars and won her peace. And she was absolutely shocked to discover, after years of romance novels, that there isn't prose purple enough for the things she and her husband do.
Mathilde Kiesinger, Baroness Blutdorf
The citizens of the Empire do not think of Stirland when it comes to a peaceful life. They do, sometimes, think of Wizards; the Jades, primarily, spending their lives in agrian toil, but occasionally the Golds, building away in a laboratory somewhat more sedately than the Gunnery School does. Certainly they blow up less often.
Blutdorf is peaceful for a Gray Wizard. She had to fight for it, of course.
The citizens of Stirland are still coming to terms with the fact that Blutdorf is powerful. Second only as a center of trade to Wurtbad, and ahead of it in industry. The citizens of the Empire are ignorant Blutdorf exists, except for the factory owners of Nuln, who curse the name of the Blutdorf Repeating Rifle. But they do it quietly. The last one to get ideas about solving the newest competitor for the market for smaller guns went to sleep one Sigmartag and woke up with the head of a vampire in their bed.
They really hope those rumors about some blasted thing called a mitrellause aren't true. It's bad enough without a competitor in field artillery.
It isn't all the Baroness. The Baron has a smile that could rival the sun, the ability to disarm a Blood Dragon in conversation, and is on first-name terms with Asarnil and Deathfang. He is undoubtedly the father of the Blutdorf Armaments factories, and the new Blutdorf School of Marksmanship, the small-scale in both size and size of gun version of the Nuln Gunnery School, that accompanies it.
The Baroness has made her contributions. Dwarven roads, still the finest in the world, lead from Blutdorf to anywhere worth going. Dwarven gates guard the walls and palace. Dwarven hands helped craft its factories. And while no Dwarf would be caught dead with a real weapon from Blutdorf, their foundries are more than good enough to produce many day to day implements, and to arm the many Umgi auxiliaries the Eight Peaks employ.
But still, if there is a rule to the peace of Blutdorf, it is very simple. Whether nominally law-abiding or criminal, day-walking or night-dwelling, chaotic or worryingly furry, all of Stirland knows, all of Sylvania has learned, and others are awakening to it: Don't make the Baroness of Blutdorf come over there.
And for the Baroness herself? Though she might do great violence in its defense, or when her Elector Countess calls (Elector Countesses do not beg, her husband gently reminds her), Blutdorf is an island of peace and stability in a world desperately short of both. She has two children, one who is delightfully mundane, and one who will have to go to the colleges, but not quite yet. No one doubts, given the open affection of herself and her husband can border on scandal, there will be more.
Sometimes she spreads that peace and stability a little further. Sometimes an uncautious wizard or noble is unwise enough, after such an event, to think aloud that Mathilde Kiesinger was destined for bigger things before her marriage.
She will ask them where they were when Castle Drak fell, or one of the many other vampires she's slain. Mathilde Kiesinger has won her wars and won her peace. And she was absolutely shocked to discover, after years of romance novels, that there isn't prose purple enough for the things she and her husband do.
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
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- He/Him
"I call your magical orb and raise you seven more."
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
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- The Destination of Fate
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- She/Her
If I were a Grey, my theory would be that Mathilde somehow got enough insight into Breach the Unknown to make an Ulgu version of it, which she uses sometimes and either can't codify or won't because it's very dangerous.
Wiadi
Uncompromising Radical Leftist
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- Something Clever
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- She/Her
I mean, considering her known frequent and ongoing collaboration with two Golds, I'm not sure an Ulgu variation is even required for that theory (substitute codification concerns with diplomatic ones for the secrecy).
Abby Normal
High Clerk of the Ymaryn
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- He/Him
The colleges talk about how Mathilde's most powerful bit of negotiation wasn't any of the talks for the waystone project, or any of the trade negotiations with isolationist elves. No. It was getting the gold college to give her both academic credit in their work done on the stuff she sold them and the right to not give any credit for the stuff she did with the things she purchased with that sale
Getting your hands on legitimately magical items VS items that can be used for magic is such a ridiculous effort mismatch that it's not something to legitimately worry about. Maybe as a front for chaos cult influence, but useful magical items being used as a bait for a chaos cult is pretty normal.
Shipyards tend to have their supply of things like that vertically integrated, if not directly run by the government, instead of relying on the hithers and thons of the free market.
- Location
- Australia
Dwarfs 8e page 60
I think I found a new reason why some think Skalf made Ghal Maraz. WFRP 4e: Empire in Ruins page 160:
That's Skalf's rune near the head. A clever visual reference on the part of the artist in my opinion. However, none of the five runes in its actual rules are the Master Rune of Skalf Blackhammer; the only master rune is Smednir's Master Rune of Head-Wrecking.
I've taken to reading Headtaker, which came out in 2013. There's some interesting stuff here, starting in chapter 1.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 has some lore on Karak Azul.
Next quote is in response to Karak Azul's forces leaving to march on Black Crag. The skaven speaking are in Deadclaw, Karak Azul's undercity.
I've still got the rest of the book to read, but for now there's this.
I've taken to reading Headtaker, which came out in 2013. There's some interesting stuff here, starting in chapter 1.
A Nulner dwarf who occasionally offers prayers to Ranald.
Chapter 2
In another time, Belegar would have been an oathbreaker.
Got some more detail on the Kazador timeline, specifically them being freed after "over a decade" of captivity. Seems that Kazador's kin won't be freed until at least 2518 IC.
Chapter 3
Even Queek has to get involved with the work of logistics.
Chapter 4 has some lore on Karak Azul.
I figured that his greatest shrine would've been at Karaz-a-Karak. Maybe Valaya's is biggest there?
Nuln has a public library and it's a quiet place.
Karak Azul has a hall with a bunch of history depicted in it.
Zhufbar is considered cosmopolitan, similar to Barak Varr, at least by this one Nulner dwarf.
Seems that "glimstones" are used to light karaks. I think that's a good way to explain how the halls are lit without light runes, which can't be manufactured in enough bulk, or torches, which would have atmospheric and logistical issues.
A lowercase "day of grudgement" phrase also exists in the dwarf lexicon.
Dwarves make the sign of the aquila.
Next quote is in response to Karak Azul's forces leaving to march on Black Crag. The skaven speaking are in Deadclaw, Karak Azul's undercity.
I'm wondering if there's any equivalent kind of spell we could create. This'd easily fall under Warrior of Fog - this enchantment revealed troop movements.
"Starmetal" is a thing.
At least one Karak Eight Peaks thane can read Queekish.
I've still got the rest of the book to read, but for now there's this.
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
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- At Home
I'm pretty sure starmetal has been an alternative name for Gromril for quite a long while. The same way Warpstone sometimes gets called Wyrdstone.
- Location
- Seattle
Call it "Shadows of the Past"
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- New Zealand
Not sure if it is. The picture of the Master Rune and the rune on the hammer under the head have different arms crossed over. One has the left arm over the right and the other the right over the left.
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- Australia
Ah you're right, that'd be the Rune of Daemon Slaying then, which also isn't in its rules.
I was thinking about Eike's new skill, Theogenisis and how she might improve it, trying to get information out of priests like she did this turn is risky to say the least as the update makes clear, but then I remembered we still have that Kurgan moon altar. We could poke that with an Ergrim action and have Eike help out.