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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest

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BoneyM said:
Rock trolls eat rocks and there's an entire aquatic ecosystem in the cistern, but it looks like the regular trolls were previously picking off greenskins in the Eastern Valley for food and since the Dwarves moved in they've mostly been surviving off bugs, fungus, and each other.
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Ah...so their reaction to the Mystery moving was:

BoneyM said:
Regular electricity follows the path of least resistance. Warp lightning is more free-spirited, and follows whichever path it feels like at the time.
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Dhar: "Fuck da police!"
 
BoneyM said:
It's only after Teclis and Magnus that it was properly identified as the crystallized essence of bad news and made extremely illegal.
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Wait a second, I think I remember something about the "We" Spiders snorting out the stuff.

Dammit, if that's true then we really need to kill the spiders. Who knows what kind of shit they're actually up to!
 
taovkool said:
Wait a second, I think I remember something about the "We" Spiders snorting out the stuff.

Dammit, if that's true then we really need to kill the spiders. Who knows what kind of shit they're actually up to!
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The spiders basically form tumors around the warpstone they ingest along with their skaven prey, it was kind implied that they die once they have too much of the stuff inside them.
 
Now is that Mathilde's roll? Kazador's? Eshin's? Or the Dragons?

Guess we'll find out!
 
taovkool said:
Wait a second, I think I remember something about the "We" Spiders snorting out the stuff.

Dammit, if that's true then we really need to kill the spiders. Who knows what kind of shit they're actually up to!
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It looks like they end up ingesting it when they eat Skaven and have developed some form of natural containment like a pearl for it. we do need to spend time with the We soon though maybe introduce them to farming and get something for them to work with in the underway.
 
thanks now I'm imagining the plants from Plants vs Zombies showing up due to being grown on orc mulch and importing them as an anti undead weapon.
 
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An excerpt from the journals of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight 11
  • Apocrypha
    • An excerpt from the journal of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight-

    Dear diary, I must confess myself at something of a loss, and so I turn to you in a way I do seldom do, ruminating that clarity might be found in the tangled thickets of mine own doubts and second guessing.

    In short, I've spoken today to the Wizard of Karag Nar, the Dame Mathilde Webber, formerly Master Magister of the expedition and lately Loremaster of Karag Eightpeaks. It was something of an hour long conversation, entirely polite and in the quick semi-formal cadences of academic raeikspiel, and I understand LESS of the woman under the witch-hunter's hat than I did going in!

    Dear diary, I have not spared your pages of the thoughts such that crossed my mind bout that knight, so I shall be brief, and confine myself now to the very core of the image that twas in my head. (How very much like life it is that such thing are clearer in hindsight!)

    She was strong, hard muscles and callouses from swordplay, as a true knight should be. Able to ride from one side of a country to another without stopping. Wise, to stand in council with the generals of the host. But also a blackguard worshiper of the god of dice and muggings, an assasin of dark magic whispered of with gleeful dread by those who heard the stories that trickled out from high command.

    I was prepared for a knight as I had seldom known back in Bretonnia, massive of purpose and passion and dark charismatic intelligence. Such was not... To be?

    And here now I second guess myself already! Lady preserve my thoughts from distraction.

    The knight I met was... well, almost brusque with me! A small woman, grey robes and a sword that may have stood as she, large hat with the twintailed comet slumped cross her head- she appeared (and I do not mean that as a metaphor, dear diary!) perched on the stairs to the Karag above as the third company were completing drill.

    As the highest nominal rank on the field I hurried over, though she gave me to understand with a friendly smile that it was not the Undumgi she was interested in that day, but me (!) and so bade me walk with her. A moment later my responsibilities discharged, I caught up and fell in with her. And do you know what the first thing she says to me then is?

    "I always thought questing knights had horses?"

    Dear diary, forgive the violence my pen thus pressed upon your pages, I shall endeavor not to tear them again.

    Needless to say I may have choked on my own tongue in leu of a response, and only with her curious look could summon my voice to protest, incoherently, the words of my oath to the Lady and my hope for the chance to approach the Grail and the need to do said approach on foot lest thine presence be offensive to her and how one did not NEED an horse to be a proper questing knight and dear Lady the blood rushes to my cheeks even now from embarrassment.

    I pause a moment here for the thought of Beaux, on whose back I once thought to claim the world. It still burns, but sightly, and I hope that what mourning I have done is enough.

    The remainder of the interview (for such was what I soon perceived it to be, though for what purpose I still know naught) was almost frustrating. She asked me of my circumstances and how I came to leave Bretonnia, how I wandered into service of a dwarf, of all things, and of my thoughts on the Undumgi and the future. So why, dear diary, do I speak of frustration? Because the wizard wins out. Not Knight, not General, not Lady, Wizard!

    She gave me not a single clue as to what she thought for the entire time I spoke with her! I spoke at length on response to her queries, I spoke shortly. I showed her the truth of my faith and I drew lines of which that beyond I would not say. And nothing! No surprise, no doubt or pondering past that demanded of politeness in conversation- no disagreement or strong seconding of an opinion shared in jest or seriousness! Dear diary I cannot read her at all.

    And so i thank you, for tonight you served your purpose after all, and laid bare the limits of my knowledge, that it might constrain both my worries and my hopes.

    I would worry more that I were to be dissappeared, as rumors say the grey wizards do, had she not come openly to me and led with a smile. I would hope that the cut about my lack of a horse was the misunderstanding of one who had scarce spent any time round knights of Bretonnia, had she not been utterly knowing of all else that followed. I would worry that I am to be removed from my self assigned post, had any questions been other than on my history before the expedition. I would hope that I am to be confirmed in my command, save that none of the questions were on my actions with the drills and patrols!

    And so I sigh, and trust the Lady to protect and shelter me here, in this chalice of mountains that I in turn protect.

    Dear diary, I believe I am coming to understand my quest? There is to be a new power here, I believe, and Francesco believes, and King Belegar believes. A change in the world, a chance for new things on the scales of gods and kingdoms. I am here to carve into it the ideals of knighthood and courage, to carry the Lady's banner that she may not be shamed midst the wolves and runes and dice. For where else could a greater deed be found in this generation?

    One day I will return to the lands of Bretonnia, and seek for the chalice at the Lady's hand. Until then I shall content myself with the dreams she sends me, and apply myself to cleansing the chalice the dwarves call the Queen of the Silvery Depths.

    Wish me luck, dear diary!

    (And Dame Webber, if you are reading this, please know that I do wish only a clue that you might approve of me, for uncertainty knaws given my admiration.)
     
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    • Glau said:
    An excerpt from the journal of Soizic d'Karak, a Questing Knight-

    Dear diary, I must confess myself at something of a loss, and so I turn to you in a way I do seldom do, ruminating that clarity might be found in the tangled thickets of mine own doubts and second guessing.

    In short, I've spoken today to the Wizard of Karag Nar, the Dame Mathilde Webber, formerly Master Magister of the expedition and lately Loremaster of Karag Eightpeaks. It was something of an hour long conversation, entirely polite and in the quick semi-formal cadences of academic raeikspiel, and I understand LESS of the woman under the witch-hunter's hat than I did going in!

    Dear diary, I have not spared your pages of the thoughts such that crossed my mind bout that knight, so I shall be brief, and confine myself now to the very core of the image that twas in my head. (How very much like life it is that such thing are clearer in hindsight!)

    She was strong, hard muscles and callouses from swordplay, as a true knight should be. Able to ride from one side of a country to another without stopping. Wise, to stand in council with the generals of the host. But also a blackguard worshiper of the god of dice and muggings, an assasin of dark magic whispered of with gleeful dread by those who heard the stories that trickled out from high command.

    I was prepared for a knight as I had seldom known back in Bretonnia, massive of purpose and passion and dark charismatic intelligence. Such was not... To be?

    And here now I second guess myself already! Lady preserve my thoughts from distraction.

    The knight I met was... well, almost brusque with me! A small woman, grey robes and a sword that may have stood as she, large hat with the twintailed comet slumped cross her head- she appeared (and I do not mean that as a metaphor, dear diary!) perched on the stairs to the Karag above as the third company were completing drill.

    As the highest nominal rank on the field I hurried over, though she gave me to understand with a friendly smile that it was not the Undumgi she was interested in that day, but me (!) and so bade me walk with her. A moment later my responsibilities discharged, I caught up and fell in with her. And do you know what the first thing she says to me then is?

    "I always thought questing knights had horses?"

    Dear diary, forgive the violence my pen thus pressed upon your pages, I shall endeavor not to tear them again.

    Needless to say I may have choked on my own tongue in leu of a response, and only with her curious look could summon my voice to protest, incoherently, the words of my oath to the Lady and my hope for the chance to approach the Grail and the need to do said approach on foot lest thine presence be offensive to her and how one did not NEED an horse to be a proper questing knight and dear Lady the blood rushes to my cheeks even now from embarrassment.

    I pause a moment here for the thought of Beaux, on whose back I once thought to claim the world. It still burns, but sightly, and I hope that what mourning I have done is enough.

    The remainder of the interview (for such was what I soon perceived it to be, though for what purpose I still know naught) was almost frustrating. She asked me of my circumstances and how I came to leave Bretonnia, how I wandered into service of a dwarf, of all things, and of my thoughts on the Undumgi and the future. So why, dear diary, do I speak of frustration? Because the wizard wins out. Not Knight, not General, not Lady, Wizard!

    She gave me not a single clue as to what she thought for the entire time I spoke with her! I spoke at length on response to her queries, I spoke shortly. I showed her the truth of my faith and I drew lines of which that beyond I would not say. And nothing! No surprise, no doubt or pondering past that demanded of politeness in conversation- no disagreement or strong seconding of an opinion shared in jest or seriousness! Dear diary I cannot read her at all.

    And so i thank you, for tonight you served your purpose after all, and laid bare the limits of my knowledge, that it might constrain both my worries and my hopes.

    I would worry more that I were to be dissappeared, as rumors say the grey wizards do, had she not come openly to me and led with a smile. I would hope that the cut about my lack of a horse was the misunderstanding of one who had scarce spent any time round knights of Bretonnia, had she not been utterly knowing of all else that followed. I would worry that I am to be removed from my self assigned post, had any questions been other than on my history before the expedition. I would hope that I am to be confirmed in my command, save that none of the questions were on my actions with the drills and patrols!

    And so I sigh, and trust the Lady to protect and shelter me here, in this chalice of mountains that I in turn protect.

    Dear diary, I believe I am coming to understand my quest? There is to be a new power here, I believe, and Francesco believes, and King Belegar believes. A change in the world, a chance for new things on the scales of gods and kingdoms. I am here to carve into it the ideals of knighthood and courage, to carry the Lady's banner that she may not be shamed midst the wolves and runes and dice. For where else could a greater deed be found in this generation?

    One day I will return to the lands of Bretonnia, and seek for the chalice at the Lady's hand. Until then I shall content myself with the dreams she sends me, and apply myself to cleansing the chalice the dwarves call the Queen of the Silvery Depths.

    Wish me luck, dear diary!

    (And Dame Webber, if you are reading this, please know that I do wish only a clue that you might approve of me, for uncertainty knaws given my admiration.)
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    An excerpt from the journal of Magister Dame Loremaster Mathilde Weber, Thane-
    I had a nice conversation with Soizic. I should introduce her to Wolf sometime.
     
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    Now I'll be in suspense the whole night and this is study week before exams.

    Why do you torture me so? :cry:
     
    Luminous said:
    Now I'll be in suspense the whole night and this is study week before exams.

    Why do you torture me so? :cry:
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    Approximate update time from the vote lock is 4~ish hours on average. Relax, consider that dice does not care about our worries and concerns, and get some rest. Maybe get a short-ish nap. F Falling asleep really helps with that whole "waiting for the update painfully slowly" thing.
     
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    I wonder what penalties on the main toll Mors would be hit with if Mathilde succeeds or crits on raising terror.

    That will probably ensure that Kazador's Master Rune of Dismay applies as well, so he gets the full +45 to his roll, so he has an almost 50% chance of critting against an enemy with massive penalties. There's probably a meaningful chance of them crit-failing by getting a negative result as well. Seeing a crit-success against a crit-fail would be interesting.

    Actually, as the Master Rune of Dismay appears to be a use activated rather than continual effect, I wonder if Mathilde could get a horn engraved with one.
     
    I wouldn ´t call what We are doing growing tumours. More like, cysts. I want to point out how goddamn impressive it is that they can safely encapsulate it to such effect that they don ´t suffer from Warpstone poisoning. They can biologically neutralize it, and only die when the cysts become too numerous. Thats like, amazing.
     
    pucflek said:
    I wouldn ´t call what We are doing growing tumours. More like, cysts. I want to point out how goddamn impressive it is that they can safely encapsulate it to such effect that they don ´t suffer from Warpstone poisoning. They can biologically neutralize it, and only die when the cysts become too numerous. Thats like, amazing.
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    It could open up some really interesting possibilities for jade or amber mages to deal with warpstone. Knowing that there is an animal that can neutralize warpstone effectively could revolutionize how to deal with warpstone. We just have to write a paper about it. Which could be problem.

    'looks at massive stack of papers to write'

    yah. may be a problem.
     
    Someone get that woman a horse already. Wait a minute...

    @BoneyM Can we buy the bretonian Knight a horse next turn? I can't belive with all the gold we have, we never thought to give one of the finest horsemen in the world, their bloody mount.
     
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