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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
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I'm out the door within the hour, so chances aren't super high. I won't rule out partial updates during the holidays, but I don't want to get hopes up either.
CuttleFish2.0
Friendly neighborhood cuttlefish
- Location
- Seattle, Washington.
Everyone is busy asking whether we should use our boon for boat or library, and a lot of arguments have been thrown around, but why can't we have both?
Giant Library Boat, people. Think about it. And while we're at it, why not have it be a boat that can also go on land! Why let common sense, efficiency, and smart use of resources stop us; let's do something truly, stupidly impractical!
Giant Library Boat, people. Think about it. And while we're at it, why not have it be a boat that can also go on land! Why let common sense, efficiency, and smart use of resources stop us; let's do something truly, stupidly impractical!
Guile
Having a really great time right now
Also on people who check out library books and don't return them.
"I was GOING to!"
"Card says it was due yesterday."
"MY HAAAAAND!"
"Sorry. I don't make the rules."
- Location
- Europa, Jupiter Orbit
In that case, happy holidays and all my love. Maybe I'll manage to read all of your comments for the last 10-ish updates that I mostly only skimmed due to time constraints. Because for me holidays may actually mean more free time instead of less, if I'm lucky.
Complilation of posts on Mathilde's hypothetical coaching of Panormia for her exams.
Enerael
We Shall Wake to Sanity
My best idea for the Boon would be something to turn K8P into a multicultural, multispecies polity, or as close to it as viable.
Combining the craft and fortifications of Dwarfs with the numbers and mages of humanity, food and maybe scouts from Halflings, silk and hunters from the We, and so much more, into something far greater than the sum of its parts.
It always seemed obvious to me that with Dwarf and Elf numbers, and the cost and time required to produce their warriors, they really really should rely a lot on human auxiliaries and use their limited manpower on their specialities. Human infantry, knights, archers/gunners and mages, dwarf shield walls, fortifications, equipment and siege engines, We skirmishers (maybe that halfling light spider cavalry idea?), etc.
It could perhaps show Dwarfs that they could stop being all warriors, when even a painter could turn its work into contribution to the war effort by selling for money to hire more human soldiers.
We are already closer to this than any other polity known to me, with the Umdungi, Halflings, and the We, and the Library idea would certainly make K8P a cultural melting point, but that still seems like it has much lower potential than something that could be the start of a truly unified multicultural and multispecies force of Order.
The best Boon to ask for to accomplish this that I can think of would be to officially grant high positions in the K8P government to the Umdungi, Halflings, and much later the We. Basically that all people of the K8P will have a say in its government. Less dwarf vassals and more one people.
Combining the craft and fortifications of Dwarfs with the numbers and mages of humanity, food and maybe scouts from Halflings, silk and hunters from the We, and so much more, into something far greater than the sum of its parts.
It always seemed obvious to me that with Dwarf and Elf numbers, and the cost and time required to produce their warriors, they really really should rely a lot on human auxiliaries and use their limited manpower on their specialities. Human infantry, knights, archers/gunners and mages, dwarf shield walls, fortifications, equipment and siege engines, We skirmishers (maybe that halfling light spider cavalry idea?), etc.
It could perhaps show Dwarfs that they could stop being all warriors, when even a painter could turn its work into contribution to the war effort by selling for money to hire more human soldiers.
We are already closer to this than any other polity known to me, with the Umdungi, Halflings, and the We, and the Library idea would certainly make K8P a cultural melting point, but that still seems like it has much lower potential than something that could be the start of a truly unified multicultural and multispecies force of Order.
The best Boon to ask for to accomplish this that I can think of would be to officially grant high positions in the K8P government to the Umdungi, Halflings, and much later the We. Basically that all people of the K8P will have a say in its government. Less dwarf vassals and more one people.
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- Location
- Finland
Already happening with the Halflings and the Undumgi.
Make that library and it will happen even faster.
I don't think there is any really viable path to bring in the elves though.
Maybe with closer ties to the empire some non Ulthuan/wild/Druchi elves might choose to migrate, eventually.
that would be one ballys Druchi.
'So you're a wood elf? got to admit, never seen one with black hair and skin that pale.
"Yes... Asrai, I just love...tree's... and animals... and, and Fairies? ya that me alright...
I'd rather spend the boon on something like a sweet airship. Mostly because it's really cool, and I want to be able to float around and cast burning shadows from above. And that way, we can do other peoples job for them across not only the whole empire, but the whole old world.
On a more serious note, K8P is actually really well positioned for something like this. Silk would be a fantastic material for the bags, they've got access to lots of iron from Azul, connection to Barak Var, and a radical Grandmaster for the Engineering guild (an airship is canonical to the Gortrak and Felix books, so they have the tech, it just took a Slayer Engineer to build it).
And it would be useful for K8P. It helps logistics with Azul (never get cut off again), and allows projecting force across the region. Greater logistic use is probably still some time off, but it could replace the underway in the long run. And it gives the dwarfs something they'll absolutely love: An artillery position that cannot be reached (maybe that'll motivate those lazy ass runesmiths the finally make some proper ranged weapon runes, so we can get our proper Über Gun).
On a more serious note, K8P is actually really well positioned for something like this. Silk would be a fantastic material for the bags, they've got access to lots of iron from Azul, connection to Barak Var, and a radical Grandmaster for the Engineering guild (an airship is canonical to the Gortrak and Felix books, so they have the tech, it just took a Slayer Engineer to build it).
And it would be useful for K8P. It helps logistics with Azul (never get cut off again), and allows projecting force across the region. Greater logistic use is probably still some time off, but it could replace the underway in the long run. And it gives the dwarfs something they'll absolutely love: An artillery position that cannot be reached (maybe that'll motivate those lazy ass runesmiths the finally make some proper ranged weapon runes, so we can get our proper Über Gun).
This keeps coming up, but airships like they have in AOS arn't a thing, the knowledge is lost, all they got is zeppelins.
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and only prototypes at that.
Enerael
We Shall Wake to Sanity
No elves. Thats out of the question I think, even if Dwarfs were not involved they wouldn't join. Too proud.
The idea does not need them to produce massive benefits fortunately.
- Location
- Poland
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- He/Him
What? Wait, hold on:
Are we sure we are talking about the same QM?
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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
He was referring to chocolote12.
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- Poland
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- He/Him
Please look harder at the post.
There is a joke there, that you missed.
Unless I missed your joke.
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- Wherever I feel like being
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- He/Him
Aside from editing Boney's name in the screenshot, I fail to see the joke, yes.
- Location
- Poland
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- He/Him
Fair enough.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
The way I see it a learning institute that does primary research and stores knowledge could all be the outgrowth of a single boon, remember it's "Transcendental" We can choose a truly gigantic multi faceted project and just set a longer time span to build it, for what it's worth though I think once all the vaults are checked Belegars expenses account will be "Yes" for literally hundreds of years. I don't think money will ever be an issue.
Also if the worst happens and Belegar decides to politically break from the Karaz-Ankor then the line of grudges from ancient times is severed from Clan angrund and all the dwarf clans that have immigrated to K8P permanently and sworn allegiance to Belegar. In that event it's quite possible K8P could diplomatically reconnect with the High Elves as they would be a different polity now.
I don't know enough about Age of Sigmar (that's what AOS means, right?) to know what they've got floating around, but I was thinking about a zeppelin. As mentioned in my post, the Gotrek and Felix books have one (Spirit of Grungni). That's about 20 years in the future, I think. Might be less, depending on how you see the timeline. And given it's dwarfs, they can already build it, they just don't want to, because it's too new. Which is why our radical engineer buddy is important.
So yeah, an airship (as in, thing that moves through the air, since apperantly there's also a different type in some warhammer thing?) is totally doable, and it would be sweet.
Ah well. Honestly, I was thinking to myself recently that I would be hard pressed to find better point than now for the quest to take a pause.
Aegon Targaryen
Dragonking of Fuyuki
- Location
- Romania
I'm...glad, in a way, that Boney is leaving on holiday, cause now I can re-read the entire quest in peace and quiet.
- Location
- Finland
I think as long as we deal fairly and keep good relations with the We, K8P will have the finances of "Yes" from that alone.
And as i think others have pointed out, the library does not need to be a huge expense, people not affiliated with it will be pouring money in there as well in order to gain access.
And Verenas cult will get involved if allowed.
Every university will want atleast a couple scribes there copying texts on demand and keeping eye on competition.
Will it bring a profit? Almost certainly not, but it is not bank breaking either.
- Location
- MS, USA
I'm not at all glad he's leaving on holiday; however, I am glad for him. If that makes any sense at all.
Scenes from U-K8P
- Location
- Chicago
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- She/They
Scenes from U-K8P:
The day before
"Please make sure you have all of your possessions before disembarking."
The gravelly voice of the captain on the intercom signed off with those traditional words, and Hannah Arcadent, freshly released from her apprenticeship in Altdorf and told to "go, see the world, figure your shit out, come back when you have something to contribute" by her waspish master, was bouncing on her toes as the river steamer dropped gangplank in Ulrikadrin.
It was time it was timeitwastime-IT-WAS-TIME!
She was down the ramp almost before the crew finished tying it off, gawking and looking every direction like the tourist she would soon cease to be.
Oooooh! The famous wolf-colossus over the gates! Built to honor the second Grandmaster, who fought a fourteen-hour duel in the saddle to finally crush Da Howlaz and extend Ulric's mastery of wolves over the nearby Badlands. Oh! And there! That was the Navigator's School! One of the most famous feeder institutes to U-K8P, its graduates in demand even as far away as Ulthan! Built by the third grandmaster after he got snippy about a visiting scholar calling Ulrikadrin "just some worthless damp stopover in the road to knowledge." And there-!
"All students please make your way up there mountain to Ulrikadrin Terminal, your transport will be leaving shortly."
No time! Hannah hitched up her robes and ran, straight up silver street, through the doors of the terminal, all the way to the funicular car that was just starting to shudder its way up the mountain to the underway entrance.
"Safe!" She declared herself, arms up to accept addulation. There were some scattered cheers and applause, and she turned grinning back to the large windows to watch the town fall away.
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The underway trip was by steam-tram, a rare sight indeed for the imperial freshmen. Not that there was much to see- the facilities at the top of the funicular were largely hidden in the dim tunnel, and set up more for cargo handling than passengers regardless. The students-to-be simply filed out of one large mobile room, down a hallway, and into another, this over with windows on two sides instead of three. No one was really talking or mingling much- an air of suppressed excitement and jitters permeated the car as it spiraled down into the depths, only the occasional work-light flashing by in the dark to give indication of how fast they were moving. Hannah amused herself by speculating on her fellow passangers.
There was a cluster of young men in Tilean garb with mercenary patches, probably here for the officer courses. A pair of Jade wizards, the older taking soothingly to the younger, but she did not recognize them. Various imperial and Brettonian scholars, a few Istallians, (was that an Istalian wizard? She'd have to track him down later) and, looking very, very isolated, a cluster of four Cathayan exchange students who must have come with the ambassador. She had just about made up her mind to go talk to the Cathayans when the train made a shuddering lurch upward and out of the underway.
It was like flying. That was the closest Hannah could come to describing it as the tram made a wide arc out into Death Pass, the track elevated on pillars and the changing angles bringing different landmarks into view. There was Karag Dhraz, the old orc hold that held out as a polity for decades past the first reconquest, and still served as the op-for when the martial students needed to be blooded. Death's Crossing, the famous bridge where it was rumored Grombrindal once held off a hundred thousand for days until the throng of K8P could return from Karak Azul. Then the turn brought in sight Karagil, and Karag Lhune, and it was everything Hannah could do to not squeal like a boiling teapot. She was here! And then everything went dark again.
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The tram pulled into Karag Lhune terminal, the tracks having run across Death Pass to the tower of Und-Uzgar, where they passed under and into the Karak itself. Most goods and people came in this way these days- there was some talk of extending the steam tram to the east end of the pass, but the volume of trade just wasn't enough to support it, so the East Gates remained the traditional egress for caravans. Once in the Karak, however, it was a smooth steam-powered ride all the way to Barak Var, a fact that helped immensely in exporting large volumes of cut stone and raw metal.
The Lhune Terminal was also impressive, but the locals seemed to have the opinion that the yearly flood of new students was a bother to be herded over to Wyr and out of the way of proper dwarfs on their business as quick as possible. And so it was with bag clutched to her chest and head spinning again from all the sights (the Eye of Gazul! The Citadel, with its towers of purple and gold! The East valley farms, famously the pride of halflings the world over!) she meekly followed the crowd across the valley and into Karag Wyr, sometimes jokingly called Karag Kron, where King Belegar's boon and the First Magister's motto for the school were both carved above the flung-open gates.
Here does the Queen of the Silvery Depths give support and sanctuary to all those learned and wise, in honor of Thane Mathilde Webber, Azrildrekked.
We can all change the world for the better.
The crowd flooded into the auditorium, conveniently straight ahead from the gates, and with some poking and prodding settled into the rows of seats to gaze expectantly up at the stage.
It was a spider that stepped out from behind the curtain. Perhaps smaller than a horse, it wore tasteful carapace paint in the school colors and had a small ivory bangle about one of its forelimbs.
"Good afternoon." The spider spoke in perfect Raeikspiel, "We have a lot to cover in the next hour so we hope you are all comfortable. We are the Dean of this fine institution, and we welcome you to the Nintey-Eighth matriculating class at the University of Karak Eightpeaks, and as such, even the dwarves are soon going to have to admit we do good work." (Polite laughter.) "You are here because you have passed a rigerous selection process, demonstrating your commitment to knowledge, its advancement, and its practical use. In the next four years, you will be given both a broad grounding in the arts and sciences, as well as more specialized training in your chosen fields. Our graduates have helped revolutionize entire fields of knowledge, won critical battles, and pushed mastery of the winds of magic to it's outer limits. We have high hopes that each of you will do the same."
The spider paused, angling it's body slightly to give the impression of looking across each face in the room.
"If you have questions, please ask the nearest We and we will assist you to the best of our considerable abilities. Please understand that we have seen just about every lie, excuse, and ploy possible over the years, and we have gotten very good at reading people. We will be serving as class monitors, residential assistants, bursars, provosts, and the rest of the full panapoly of beauracracy your experiences with lesser institutions may have led you to expect. Rest assured, we are here to help, but we are also here to ensure the rules are followed. ...I do believe that is enough for the moment, please wait to be collected and shown to your rooms. We will reconvene with welcome week activities at ten tomorrow in this location."
Hannah felt a slight tug at her robes, and looked down to find a dog-sized spider attempting to get her attention.
"Hannah Arcadent? If you would please follow This-We, you will be introduced to your new roomates and shown the dormitory facilites set aside for your use."
Hannah's smile got wider. This was, so far, everything she had hoped for when she applied.
The day before
"Please make sure you have all of your possessions before disembarking."
The gravelly voice of the captain on the intercom signed off with those traditional words, and Hannah Arcadent, freshly released from her apprenticeship in Altdorf and told to "go, see the world, figure your shit out, come back when you have something to contribute" by her waspish master, was bouncing on her toes as the river steamer dropped gangplank in Ulrikadrin.
It was time it was timeitwastime-IT-WAS-TIME!
She was down the ramp almost before the crew finished tying it off, gawking and looking every direction like the tourist she would soon cease to be.
Oooooh! The famous wolf-colossus over the gates! Built to honor the second Grandmaster, who fought a fourteen-hour duel in the saddle to finally crush Da Howlaz and extend Ulric's mastery of wolves over the nearby Badlands. Oh! And there! That was the Navigator's School! One of the most famous feeder institutes to U-K8P, its graduates in demand even as far away as Ulthan! Built by the third grandmaster after he got snippy about a visiting scholar calling Ulrikadrin "just some worthless damp stopover in the road to knowledge." And there-!
"All students please make your way up there mountain to Ulrikadrin Terminal, your transport will be leaving shortly."
No time! Hannah hitched up her robes and ran, straight up silver street, through the doors of the terminal, all the way to the funicular car that was just starting to shudder its way up the mountain to the underway entrance.
"Safe!" She declared herself, arms up to accept addulation. There were some scattered cheers and applause, and she turned grinning back to the large windows to watch the town fall away.
-------
The underway trip was by steam-tram, a rare sight indeed for the imperial freshmen. Not that there was much to see- the facilities at the top of the funicular were largely hidden in the dim tunnel, and set up more for cargo handling than passengers regardless. The students-to-be simply filed out of one large mobile room, down a hallway, and into another, this over with windows on two sides instead of three. No one was really talking or mingling much- an air of suppressed excitement and jitters permeated the car as it spiraled down into the depths, only the occasional work-light flashing by in the dark to give indication of how fast they were moving. Hannah amused herself by speculating on her fellow passangers.
There was a cluster of young men in Tilean garb with mercenary patches, probably here for the officer courses. A pair of Jade wizards, the older taking soothingly to the younger, but she did not recognize them. Various imperial and Brettonian scholars, a few Istallians, (was that an Istalian wizard? She'd have to track him down later) and, looking very, very isolated, a cluster of four Cathayan exchange students who must have come with the ambassador. She had just about made up her mind to go talk to the Cathayans when the train made a shuddering lurch upward and out of the underway.
It was like flying. That was the closest Hannah could come to describing it as the tram made a wide arc out into Death Pass, the track elevated on pillars and the changing angles bringing different landmarks into view. There was Karag Dhraz, the old orc hold that held out as a polity for decades past the first reconquest, and still served as the op-for when the martial students needed to be blooded. Death's Crossing, the famous bridge where it was rumored Grombrindal once held off a hundred thousand for days until the throng of K8P could return from Karak Azul. Then the turn brought in sight Karagil, and Karag Lhune, and it was everything Hannah could do to not squeal like a boiling teapot. She was here! And then everything went dark again.
--------
The tram pulled into Karag Lhune terminal, the tracks having run across Death Pass to the tower of Und-Uzgar, where they passed under and into the Karak itself. Most goods and people came in this way these days- there was some talk of extending the steam tram to the east end of the pass, but the volume of trade just wasn't enough to support it, so the East Gates remained the traditional egress for caravans. Once in the Karak, however, it was a smooth steam-powered ride all the way to Barak Var, a fact that helped immensely in exporting large volumes of cut stone and raw metal.
The Lhune Terminal was also impressive, but the locals seemed to have the opinion that the yearly flood of new students was a bother to be herded over to Wyr and out of the way of proper dwarfs on their business as quick as possible. And so it was with bag clutched to her chest and head spinning again from all the sights (the Eye of Gazul! The Citadel, with its towers of purple and gold! The East valley farms, famously the pride of halflings the world over!) she meekly followed the crowd across the valley and into Karag Wyr, sometimes jokingly called Karag Kron, where King Belegar's boon and the First Magister's motto for the school were both carved above the flung-open gates.
Here does the Queen of the Silvery Depths give support and sanctuary to all those learned and wise, in honor of Thane Mathilde Webber, Azrildrekked.
We can all change the world for the better.
The crowd flooded into the auditorium, conveniently straight ahead from the gates, and with some poking and prodding settled into the rows of seats to gaze expectantly up at the stage.
It was a spider that stepped out from behind the curtain. Perhaps smaller than a horse, it wore tasteful carapace paint in the school colors and had a small ivory bangle about one of its forelimbs.
"Good afternoon." The spider spoke in perfect Raeikspiel, "We have a lot to cover in the next hour so we hope you are all comfortable. We are the Dean of this fine institution, and we welcome you to the Nintey-Eighth matriculating class at the University of Karak Eightpeaks, and as such, even the dwarves are soon going to have to admit we do good work." (Polite laughter.) "You are here because you have passed a rigerous selection process, demonstrating your commitment to knowledge, its advancement, and its practical use. In the next four years, you will be given both a broad grounding in the arts and sciences, as well as more specialized training in your chosen fields. Our graduates have helped revolutionize entire fields of knowledge, won critical battles, and pushed mastery of the winds of magic to it's outer limits. We have high hopes that each of you will do the same."
The spider paused, angling it's body slightly to give the impression of looking across each face in the room.
"If you have questions, please ask the nearest We and we will assist you to the best of our considerable abilities. Please understand that we have seen just about every lie, excuse, and ploy possible over the years, and we have gotten very good at reading people. We will be serving as class monitors, residential assistants, bursars, provosts, and the rest of the full panapoly of beauracracy your experiences with lesser institutions may have led you to expect. Rest assured, we are here to help, but we are also here to ensure the rules are followed. ...I do believe that is enough for the moment, please wait to be collected and shown to your rooms. We will reconvene with welcome week activities at ten tomorrow in this location."
Hannah felt a slight tug at her robes, and looked down to find a dog-sized spider attempting to get her attention.
"Hannah Arcadent? If you would please follow This-We, you will be introduced to your new roomates and shown the dormitory facilites set aside for your use."
Hannah's smile got wider. This was, so far, everything she had hoped for when she applied.
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