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- Norway
Mathilde's Mystically Malicious Aethyric Polysevirric Pettiness Projection?Perfect. Then she can rename it the MMMAPPP.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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Voted best in category in the Users' Choice awards.
Unexpected social benefits to getting high marks on our assassination exam.
Being flavour of the month means your name on the title page brings in more readers.
Adela seems to like us and they like Adela.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
Okay, that's my favourite explanation for why we get co-author status on stuff derived from our research. "She's kind of a crazy insane assassin, Do I want to die?"
Who would the Grey College accept has the authority to decide that the Conspiracy is doing more harm than good and it is time for a policy change, then?
I mean, there are reasonable arguments against the Conspiracy. We've seen some in this thread, even.
Suppose an Emperor goes, "After long thought, I believe the idea that the Skaven would immediately accelerate their attacks against us in the event we discarded the Conspiracy is not borne out by their behavior in other human nations. I plan to put this to consideration by the Elector Counts and have an in-depth debate and discussion followed by an Elector Count vote whose results I shall honor."
Assassination time?
Really hoping that Qrech didn't lie to us. But hopefully, it'll make the Dwarfs happy to hear about the Skaven getting some bad luck.
Personally, I'm actually really touched that he retained the MAP acronym.
Not to mention that the word he added to it was a "also, this is all the winds now!" which is great; it's like its saying that Mathilde's spell is of all the Winds, and don't you forget it!
So this is actually good. Plus, "Mathilde's MAP Projection" is good.
... Also, all that favor we got. We got co-author status, too, from a Magister Lord. He even kept our name on it.
So yeah, I actually like this and am pleased by it. In fact, I think he liked the 'map' acronym joke too, and so made sure that it stayed. And "Map Projection" is still really workable.
Not to mention that the word he added to it was a "also, this is all the winds now!" which is great; it's like its saying that Mathilde's spell is of all the Winds, and don't you forget it!
So this is actually good. Plus, "Mathilde's MAP Projection" is good.
... Also, all that favor we got. We got co-author status, too, from a Magister Lord. He even kept our name on it.
So yeah, I actually like this and am pleased by it. In fact, I think he liked the 'map' acronym joke too, and so made sure that it stayed. And "Map Projection" is still really workable.
Y'know, I wonder how long the conspiracy of silence is meant to last?
Like, is it a 'permanent' "we'll deal with this when chaos is dealt with (read: never)"
Or is it a "first, we lure them into a false sense of security, then, on festag 26XX, we strike!" sort of thing?
Like, is it a 'permanent' "we'll deal with this when chaos is dealt with (read: never)"
Or is it a "first, we lure them into a false sense of security, then, on festag 26XX, we strike!" sort of thing?
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
isn't the answer for this "Yes." independent of any possible context?
An excerpt from the journals of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight 5
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
An excerpt from the journals of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight-
Dear diary, the pain in my breast has all but mastered me- how could fate be so fickle? Twice now have I stood in the ranks to assault the gates of a dwarven fortress, and twice now has my dry blade been returned to it's sheath. Where in the Lady's name must a knight travel to find glory, if it is denied me here?
I know my pain is selfish, for I have seen the storming of castles and forts before, and wept then at the rain of blood pulled forth from the fallen bodies draped over crenellations and ladders. Such business lead me to expect glorious death at the watchtower, and well justified I thought myself in that belief as only four were ahead of me that day. The East Gate, here, offered no such promise, for the dwarves claimed right of first blow and though it shames me to say the archers were far more useful in their support than me and mine.
But hark! Worse by far than I could have imagined. I was placed in the rearguard, and had not gotten even to within sight of the gates afore the booming crash of dwarf magic ripped them from their very hinges and cast them upon the defenders. By the time our cadence beat 'gainst the pillars that marked entry, even the rain of arrow-pierced bodies spilling from the tangled warren plastered to the gorge walls had slowed to almost nothing.
There are celebrations and joviality as the train of the army flows slowly in under my eye, and the grounds upon which the corpses of warbosses and shamans lie grows covered slowly by thrown rocks and spittle- the civilians casting symbolic blows against the fallen and thus partaking of the victory. I grudge them not, though I threw no stones; my honor demands blood of living enemies ere I count it satisfied.
Oh Lady, hear now this prayer I write: Let this conquest be swift as it has been, let the dwarves live to see their hammers turned to making homes, and let the bodies of my allies lie light on these stones. But most of all, my Lady, before this war ends let me stand the front of a line in glorious combat for all to see, and make of my shining blade a tribute to you.
Such things do I now hold in my heart. Wish me luck, dearest diary.
____
Dear Diary,
Victory, crushing and absolute. Again. I despair that of all the favor the gods show this quest, so little has fallen in my direction. (And despite my best efforts! How much more can I strive? What offerings must I make?) I comfort myself with the thought that it is proper to let the dwarves stand highest in the retaking of the Queen of the Silvery Depths (and how wonderful that translation! For such a blocky and graveled language the poetry of the intentions sings through to thrill me, and I find myself growing fond of these thudding pronunciations despite all my reluctance) but the frustrated glances the slayers exchange amongst themselves grow ever more understandable.
My Lady, I swear, should glory find me at your hand in the coming days, I will raise a shrine to you in this chalice of mountains.
And what a chalice may a poet make of it! I write from the stairs of Karag Lhune, looking out towards the caldera, and for the first time I feel and echo of what King Belegar must- high up in the mountains here, closer to the vault of the sky than I have ever been before, I look down into land shaped as a cup fit for a giant's god and full to overflowing with the twinkling lights of fires, as if the whole were full of water and throwing a reflection of the stars back into the sky. Scouring it of greenskins and filling it back up with folk good and pure- mine sword was pledged to this quest but my heart had dreamt of using glory won here as a cudgel on the brows of those who cast me out… I begin to reconsider. Ah Bretonnia, forgive me! For I have found an echo of my Lady's gift here amidst the clawing peaks, and no longer do I scoff at lingering.
____
Forgive the interruption, Brennen and Talisan happened upon me and joined in my reverie for a time. Sergeants of my portion of the host, come to ask of punishments for attempted desertion and theft- for all that my company was formed of the chaff swirling around the real soldiers of this army, I have been lucky in my own way, and we have had far less issue with discipline than I had ever expected. I hear from some of the other captains that this is not a sentiment shared; indeed Markus of the 3rd showed furious for our dawn muster the day past, perhaps a third of his company had vanished in the night to chase rumors of dwarfgold. I wonder at the cunning of our commander Codrin, for his were the decisions that grouped us adventurers and raised some to command, and try to decide if it is wisdom to group steel with steel and lead with lead.
Nonetheless I will not sully my blade with deserter's blood afore it has drunk deep from foes- scourging for theft and hanging for desertion was decreed, though there will be little audience: I feel the hungry anticipation of this army and would fain not give reason for it to be pointed towards their fellows and officers. Such would be waste.
Now then do I close your pages, dear diary, with the hope that next I write it will be with blood and sweat fresh upon my skin and warcrys ringing in my ears. We march on Sunrise Mountain tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Dear diary, the pain in my breast has all but mastered me- how could fate be so fickle? Twice now have I stood in the ranks to assault the gates of a dwarven fortress, and twice now has my dry blade been returned to it's sheath. Where in the Lady's name must a knight travel to find glory, if it is denied me here?
I know my pain is selfish, for I have seen the storming of castles and forts before, and wept then at the rain of blood pulled forth from the fallen bodies draped over crenellations and ladders. Such business lead me to expect glorious death at the watchtower, and well justified I thought myself in that belief as only four were ahead of me that day. The East Gate, here, offered no such promise, for the dwarves claimed right of first blow and though it shames me to say the archers were far more useful in their support than me and mine.
But hark! Worse by far than I could have imagined. I was placed in the rearguard, and had not gotten even to within sight of the gates afore the booming crash of dwarf magic ripped them from their very hinges and cast them upon the defenders. By the time our cadence beat 'gainst the pillars that marked entry, even the rain of arrow-pierced bodies spilling from the tangled warren plastered to the gorge walls had slowed to almost nothing.
There are celebrations and joviality as the train of the army flows slowly in under my eye, and the grounds upon which the corpses of warbosses and shamans lie grows covered slowly by thrown rocks and spittle- the civilians casting symbolic blows against the fallen and thus partaking of the victory. I grudge them not, though I threw no stones; my honor demands blood of living enemies ere I count it satisfied.
Oh Lady, hear now this prayer I write: Let this conquest be swift as it has been, let the dwarves live to see their hammers turned to making homes, and let the bodies of my allies lie light on these stones. But most of all, my Lady, before this war ends let me stand the front of a line in glorious combat for all to see, and make of my shining blade a tribute to you.
Such things do I now hold in my heart. Wish me luck, dearest diary.
____
Dear Diary,
Victory, crushing and absolute. Again. I despair that of all the favor the gods show this quest, so little has fallen in my direction. (And despite my best efforts! How much more can I strive? What offerings must I make?) I comfort myself with the thought that it is proper to let the dwarves stand highest in the retaking of the Queen of the Silvery Depths (and how wonderful that translation! For such a blocky and graveled language the poetry of the intentions sings through to thrill me, and I find myself growing fond of these thudding pronunciations despite all my reluctance) but the frustrated glances the slayers exchange amongst themselves grow ever more understandable.
My Lady, I swear, should glory find me at your hand in the coming days, I will raise a shrine to you in this chalice of mountains.
And what a chalice may a poet make of it! I write from the stairs of Karag Lhune, looking out towards the caldera, and for the first time I feel and echo of what King Belegar must- high up in the mountains here, closer to the vault of the sky than I have ever been before, I look down into land shaped as a cup fit for a giant's god and full to overflowing with the twinkling lights of fires, as if the whole were full of water and throwing a reflection of the stars back into the sky. Scouring it of greenskins and filling it back up with folk good and pure- mine sword was pledged to this quest but my heart had dreamt of using glory won here as a cudgel on the brows of those who cast me out… I begin to reconsider. Ah Bretonnia, forgive me! For I have found an echo of my Lady's gift here amidst the clawing peaks, and no longer do I scoff at lingering.
____
Forgive the interruption, Brennen and Talisan happened upon me and joined in my reverie for a time. Sergeants of my portion of the host, come to ask of punishments for attempted desertion and theft- for all that my company was formed of the chaff swirling around the real soldiers of this army, I have been lucky in my own way, and we have had far less issue with discipline than I had ever expected. I hear from some of the other captains that this is not a sentiment shared; indeed Markus of the 3rd showed furious for our dawn muster the day past, perhaps a third of his company had vanished in the night to chase rumors of dwarfgold. I wonder at the cunning of our commander Codrin, for his were the decisions that grouped us adventurers and raised some to command, and try to decide if it is wisdom to group steel with steel and lead with lead.
Nonetheless I will not sully my blade with deserter's blood afore it has drunk deep from foes- scourging for theft and hanging for desertion was decreed, though there will be little audience: I feel the hungry anticipation of this army and would fain not give reason for it to be pointed towards their fellows and officers. Such would be waste.
Now then do I close your pages, dear diary, with the hope that next I write it will be with blood and sweat fresh upon my skin and warcrys ringing in my ears. We march on Sunrise Mountain tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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- Location
- New Brunswick, NJ
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Pedantry: I don't think we're being credited as coauthor per se, but rather as a contributor. We didn't write the paper at all, but our work made it possible
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- Manchester, UK
- Pronouns
- He/They
I think that'd be the decision of the m/patriarch of the order, and would depend on how much they respected said emperor.
They'd either get to work getting rid of said emperor, or get to work delaying the Skaven's discovery of this policy change (and encouraging them to keep ignoring the Empire)
Guys, lets save the academic pettyness for someone who has done something to us. This guy was very equitable in regards to favor so let it slide.
Let's save our spite for people who deserve it, like the Light College!
Let's save our spite for people who deserve it, like the Light College!
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Yeah, the joke kind of fell flat when it turned out he was explicitly being generous in our favour.
Kornet
Quite possibly a sloth abomination
- Location
- Mother Russia
That's actually how co-authorship works for articles. I have yet to encounter one which was actually eritten by more than 1 person.
Giving us a co-authorship in this case is entirely within real world academic practice. But then again, so is not giving it and just citing our work.
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Yep, the Skaven could obliterate the Empire of man without half-trying. Of course it's entirely posibile that the fact that they do not unite against the Empire and wipe them out has nothing do do with the conspiracy, but when the failure state is 'rat-men wipe every trace of your civilization of the face of the earth' and the last of your people into horrific slavery' no one wants to take the chance and one dead Emperor is a small price to pay.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
This is how Dhar users are born.
Are the rules for attribution as broken in Russia as elsewhere, I.e. people who had nothing to do with the paper can get authorship on it?
Observations of the Long Term Effects of a Hysh Miscast During the Drakenhof Campaign.
Quest
The Great One
- Location
- Everywhere
The MAP can be used by all the winds. Wouldn't it be a shame if dhar got left out?
Kornet
Quite possibly a sloth abomination
- Location
- Mother Russia
Yes. I have had co-authors whom I have never met in my life, and know just by reputation and because people I actually know say they are using those people's work for their work which I actually use.
But then again, I have been listed as a co-author in articles which I fully admit to not really understanding, much less having anything to do with writing them.
And, occasionally, you get politics mixed into that.
Academic authorship is weird.
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The Great One
- Location
- Everywhere
With the ongoing campaign in Sylvania I wouldn't be surprised if someone has actually studied it. It's all battle wizards there and the study of battle magic miscast effects is certainly relevant.
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- Manchester, UK
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- He/They
I think that's a massive over-estimation of Skaven power. They could win, but they'd have to really be trying, and holding themselves together in a way that they really struggle to do.
They don't leave the Empire alone out of the goodness of their hearts - it's a truce that allows both sides to avoid the costly war.
So a familiar...but what species is it?
My original question was "under whose Authority is the Conspiracy maintained" and your answer appears to be it is solely under the authority of the Grey College, enforced by assassination.
The Conspiracy could only be dropped with the permission of the Grey College, if they feel something about the situation has fundamentally changed. No one else has any input on the decision or any ability to overrule their determination of the matter.
is that about right?
Guile
Having a really great time right now
"What has Morrslieb done now?"
Ros"wee"ta hehe
"IT'S WAR! CIVIL WAR!"
/siiip. "Nice."
"Tch."