chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
You hit the orcs with it, and then they go after the dragon.
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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There's Skaven in between the possible entrances and the dragon.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Dragons in general are no harder to affect with magic then any other multi-ton flying, fire-breathing, carniverous sophont. Emperor Dragons can sometimes be wizards themselves and could counterspell or dispell but still don't have any Magic Resistance.
Dragons are actually easier to cast spells on than Dwarfs and Halflings. Both of whom do have Magic Resistance or a buff to dispelling.
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Then the orcs hit the Skaven. Either way there are less orcs and Skaven, making Burning Vengeance a pretty neat tool in our arsenal.
The orcs should only be displaced when Karak Eight Peaks is ready to extend itself to the West Gate. Right now there's three non-skaven mountains, two loyalist skaven mountains, Mors in the Caldera and Karak Eight Peaks holding the upper eastern side. The main priority for Karak Eight Peaks is keeping the factions in the western section weak and picking them one by one.
I really hope the mystery mountain gets picked next so that K8P will get the confidence to deal with the trolls.
- Location
- Mexico
Mmm, we could to that but i don't think there is an easy way for them to get to the dragon without leaving a huge orc army march through lands we control.
Having the dragon go to them on the other hand has several advantages, more orcs to fight and more easily defensible positions for the orcs makes it more likely that the dragon dies or at least takes damage, if it takes damage and decides to cut it's losses we can then ambush it on the way back.
CuttleFish2.0
Friendly neighborhood cuttlefish
- Location
- Seattle, Washington.
Didn't we just decide against inviting in the orcs of Karak Drahz to the extended melee of K8P? Not sure why people are talking about it like it's suddenly a better idea to have a well supplied, eager, and dangerous enemy pouring in.
- Location
- Mexico
Is burning vengeance a "flashy" spell? as in, could we "cast" (from the item or whatever) while the dragon is sleeping ,and only have it notice after it wakes up?
Yeah, i'm very against that.
Sending a Dragon their way tho, perfectly valid strategy.
Kornet
Quite possibly a sloth abomination
- Location
- Mother Russia
You don't need to affect the dragon. You only need to affect the warboss. And he will come with his merry hordevknocking at the dragon's door.
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- She/Her
If we succesfully cast Burning Vengence on the sleeping dragon, or on a Skaven or Orc, and set them against one of our other enemies then they wouldn't even know we cast a spell.
- Location
- Mexico
Yeah, i don't want that.
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
They're already going against Mors in Under-Karagril, if I understand the situation correctly. However, there are other mountains of greenskins still within Eight Peaks; no additional players needed.
The point of this ploy is that the orcs die, not the dragon. If the orcs can't even get to the dragon because of everything else in the way, that's still a win.
The Second Battle For Karak Eight Peaks That Never Was
There was a snippet bothering me, and this is the result.
The Second Battle For Karak Eight Peaks That Never Was
Or
Who Gave Anton Loaded Dice?!
Mathilde was a lot of things.
Open minded. Good at thinking on her feet. Flexible, pragmatic, capable and resourceful. Resourceful most of all.
And despite whatever your average Stirlander or Dawi thought, definitely not a miracle-maker.
No, that honor belonged solely to her old friend Anton.
"Let's start this again. Care to enlighten me what are all these… honored gentlemen doing here? How are they here?" Mathilde asked the gregarious Baron, the suprisingly competent former Chancellor of Stirland and a fellow EIC share-holder, feeling torn between gratitude, confusion and a bit of anger at Anton's beaming face.
She did not appreciate things that left her perplexed, both on a personal and professional level.
She was the Dammerlichreiter, Ranald damn it! She should be the one doing the confusing and looking smug doing it, not the other way around!
"Well, Mathilde, remember how you told me that you had some exotic Beastmen problem?" asked Anton Kiesinger, a handsome and earnest man whose customary wide innocent smile now seemed to mock her.
"I do" replied Mathilde grumpily.
Horned Rat had unfortunately declared the ratmen cease-fire sooner than later, before she had managed to manipulate them into wiping each other, or at the very least clan Mors out, and so the reclaimers of Karak Eight Peaks were stuck facing the united Skaven threat.
"And that the greenskins were behaving particularly rowdy?"
Of course, fate didn't consider the innumerable hordes of Skaven dangerous enough, oh no.
Why not add an Orc Waaagh into the mix, and let's have them be led by a particularly sneaky, powerful and deadly Warboss named Gorfang whose death despite her best efforts somehow just wouldn't stick.
You know, just for good measure. She had words with her precious patron for than one.
"Yes, Anton, I remember."
"Oh, and how somebody somehow woke up a really big scaly magical beasty at the same time?"
Yes, let's add a forsaken blingy-blingy Emperor Dragon to Mathilde's chore list, just for good measure.
Did Mathilde perchance mention that she seriously considered converting to Grimnir and declaring a Grudge on Ranald for that one?
No? Well she did. Does. She had yet to decide which.
"YES, ANTON. I REMEMBER." The Grey Wizard said testily, not managing to keep the ire out of her voice.
"Gosh, Mathilde, relax! That can't be good for your heart, magic or not. And stop making that dwarf face at me. You aren't one, and surliness is bad for a magic lady's wrinkles, my aunt said so. And she would know! Anyway, I told you that your ol' pal Anton would handle it, and I did, didn't I?"
Mathilde stopped herself from gnashing her teeth with a supreme effort of will, and with a deep sigh, considered how to make the other human start finally making sense.
"Yes, Anton. You handled it. I am grateful. As are King Belegar, the Council, Clan Angrund, Undumgi, Halflings, Karak Azul and Ulrikandrin. Please, explain how."
"Well, first of all, after I read your message, I decided to sleep on it. The morning after, as I was munching on my morning tost, I remembered reading somewhere somewhen how pretty much all the beastmen in the world were deathly afraid of those quaint elfs down in Bretonnia, and so I asked Asarnil who was, as luck would have it, passing near Blutdorf at the time, if he could maybe introduce me to his estranged cousins.
Oh, and if he would terribly mind flying me there and back, of course.
I wouldn't have bothered the jolly good fellow and his fine companion otherwise, but well, time was somewhat of a factor. He was strangely reluctant at first, but I managed to persuade him in the end."
"Is that why there are a half-a-dozen antlered Dragons, their accompanying Elf Lords and an Avatar of a Savage God roaming all over the Caldera?"
"Mats, I know what you are thinking. Yes, Orion and his friends are a bit rough around the edges. And yes, they and the Dwarfs had some unfortunate misunderstandings in the past. But deep down they are good people! And Ariel makes the best honey-cakes. Oh, and did I mention they had dragons! And you had that little dragon situation, too, so I figured, 'Hey, two birds with one stone!' And the more the dragons, the merrier! At least Asarnil tells me so.
And how was I to know that your beast-men are so peculiar to dislike the woods and prefer tunnels?
Nevertheless, my father didn't raise no slacker for a son, so I put my thinking hat back on and made it work. And it all turned out fine, didn't it?"
"Just terrific. I suppose that answers the question of why there's a giant white bipedal crocodile-lizard leading other, smaller but still quite gigantic, bipedal crocodile-lizards in my, I mean, in Belegar's tunnels?"
"What can I say. You can meet the most interesting people in Barak-Varr. And Nakai may seem tough and scary on the surface, but he's just a teddy bear, really."
"I see... and the four-armed Ind Godling slaughtering the Orc leaders and stealing my Dwarf favor?"
"First of all, Mats. Sharing is Caring. Second of all, his name is Kumara, son of Brahmir."
"Why is he here?!"
"Now, that's a funny story…"
The Second Battle For Karak Eight Peaks That Never Was
Or
Who Gave Anton Loaded Dice?!
Mathilde was a lot of things.
Open minded. Good at thinking on her feet. Flexible, pragmatic, capable and resourceful. Resourceful most of all.
And despite whatever your average Stirlander or Dawi thought, definitely not a miracle-maker.
No, that honor belonged solely to her old friend Anton.
"Let's start this again. Care to enlighten me what are all these… honored gentlemen doing here? How are they here?" Mathilde asked the gregarious Baron, the suprisingly competent former Chancellor of Stirland and a fellow EIC share-holder, feeling torn between gratitude, confusion and a bit of anger at Anton's beaming face.
She did not appreciate things that left her perplexed, both on a personal and professional level.
She was the Dammerlichreiter, Ranald damn it! She should be the one doing the confusing and looking smug doing it, not the other way around!
"Well, Mathilde, remember how you told me that you had some exotic Beastmen problem?" asked Anton Kiesinger, a handsome and earnest man whose customary wide innocent smile now seemed to mock her.
"I do" replied Mathilde grumpily.
Horned Rat had unfortunately declared the ratmen cease-fire sooner than later, before she had managed to manipulate them into wiping each other, or at the very least clan Mors out, and so the reclaimers of Karak Eight Peaks were stuck facing the united Skaven threat.
"And that the greenskins were behaving particularly rowdy?"
Of course, fate didn't consider the innumerable hordes of Skaven dangerous enough, oh no.
Why not add an Orc Waaagh into the mix, and let's have them be led by a particularly sneaky, powerful and deadly Warboss named Gorfang whose death despite her best efforts somehow just wouldn't stick.
You know, just for good measure. She had words with her precious patron for than one.
"Yes, Anton, I remember."
"Oh, and how somebody somehow woke up a really big scaly magical beasty at the same time?"
Yes, let's add a forsaken blingy-blingy Emperor Dragon to Mathilde's chore list, just for good measure.
Did Mathilde perchance mention that she seriously considered converting to Grimnir and declaring a Grudge on Ranald for that one?
No? Well she did. Does. She had yet to decide which.
"YES, ANTON. I REMEMBER." The Grey Wizard said testily, not managing to keep the ire out of her voice.
"Gosh, Mathilde, relax! That can't be good for your heart, magic or not. And stop making that dwarf face at me. You aren't one, and surliness is bad for a magic lady's wrinkles, my aunt said so. And she would know! Anyway, I told you that your ol' pal Anton would handle it, and I did, didn't I?"
Mathilde stopped herself from gnashing her teeth with a supreme effort of will, and with a deep sigh, considered how to make the other human start finally making sense.
"Yes, Anton. You handled it. I am grateful. As are King Belegar, the Council, Clan Angrund, Undumgi, Halflings, Karak Azul and Ulrikandrin. Please, explain how."
"Well, first of all, after I read your message, I decided to sleep on it. The morning after, as I was munching on my morning tost, I remembered reading somewhere somewhen how pretty much all the beastmen in the world were deathly afraid of those quaint elfs down in Bretonnia, and so I asked Asarnil who was, as luck would have it, passing near Blutdorf at the time, if he could maybe introduce me to his estranged cousins.
Oh, and if he would terribly mind flying me there and back, of course.
I wouldn't have bothered the jolly good fellow and his fine companion otherwise, but well, time was somewhat of a factor. He was strangely reluctant at first, but I managed to persuade him in the end."
"Is that why there are a half-a-dozen antlered Dragons, their accompanying Elf Lords and an Avatar of a Savage God roaming all over the Caldera?"
"Mats, I know what you are thinking. Yes, Orion and his friends are a bit rough around the edges. And yes, they and the Dwarfs had some unfortunate misunderstandings in the past. But deep down they are good people! And Ariel makes the best honey-cakes. Oh, and did I mention they had dragons! And you had that little dragon situation, too, so I figured, 'Hey, two birds with one stone!' And the more the dragons, the merrier! At least Asarnil tells me so.
And how was I to know that your beast-men are so peculiar to dislike the woods and prefer tunnels?
Nevertheless, my father didn't raise no slacker for a son, so I put my thinking hat back on and made it work. And it all turned out fine, didn't it?"
"Just terrific. I suppose that answers the question of why there's a giant white bipedal crocodile-lizard leading other, smaller but still quite gigantic, bipedal crocodile-lizards in my, I mean, in Belegar's tunnels?"
"What can I say. You can meet the most interesting people in Barak-Varr. And Nakai may seem tough and scary on the surface, but he's just a teddy bear, really."
"I see... and the four-armed Ind Godling slaughtering the Orc leaders and stealing my Dwarf favor?"
"First of all, Mats. Sharing is Caring. Second of all, his name is Kumara, son of Brahmir."
"Why is he here?!"
"Now, that's a funny story…"
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- Location
- Mexico
We need an Ulgu version then, something like "Dark hatred", infiltration and subversion is our schtick dammit!
- Location
- Spain
IF we manage to learn the Dragon's name... And it is a pretty big IF
- Location
- Mexico
Like the damn cat's bell, foiled by a children's tale yet again!
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Just call them Jimbo; I don't see why that wouldn't count, if the orcs knew who Jimbo was referring to.
It really depends on what you're talking about here. If you're talking about that "paint a nasty picture of the dragon on the wall" thing, I think that's just typical thread joking around.
If you're talking about the "Dragon" task, my anticipation is that's going to be less "tackle the dragon" and more "make every possible preparation to find solutions for the dragon while we have time to do so".
notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
If we're not presenting the Nagarythe option by saying "I want to go to Ulthuan and spend a few months killing Elfs" we're doing it wrong.
Kornet
Quite possibly a sloth abomination
- Location
- Mother Russia
Doesn't seem to be in Ulgu's domain. Anger and hatred are Aqshy.
CuttleFish2.0
Friendly neighborhood cuttlefish
- Location
- Seattle, Washington.
My understanding of orc psychology is that a new threat is essentially an invitation to a new fight. Orcs like fighting. A dragon showing up and stomping aorund burning things isn't necessarily going to scare off orcs, especially if they actually manage to inflict damage on it, it might very well increase their desire to get back into K8P for the romping good fight that surely must be going on if there are dragons hanging about.
- Location
- New Brunswick, NJ
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Normally, the most powerful runes Anvils of Doom have available to them, like the Rune of Grimnir that was used in the battle for the Citadel, require long recharge times as they absorb ambient Winds. Only very high magic environments, like a Storm of Magic, allow for repeated use. Mathilde thinks AV can recharge them quickly by being a concentrated source of the Winds available on demand.
The debate is whether we should research this more on our own before bringing it forward, since right now we just have some preliminary ideas and a theory, nothing definite.
- Location
- Aotearoa
You know, we're lucky to have served two very unconventional lords who both embraced the darker side of our art.
