- Location
- The Middle of the Howling Wilderness
We should just sprinkle into our lecture that we hang out with Kragg the Grim
"...So, to learn more I spoke to Kragg the Grim, who, again, is my close personal friend..."
Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
- Thread starter Boney
- Start date
- Fantasy Users' Choice!
Voted best in category in the Users' Choice awards.
We should just sprinkle into our lecture that we hang out with Kragg the Grim
"...So, to learn more I spoke to Kragg the Grim, who, again, is my close personal friend..."
prince84
In central Dogma flirting with Lilith.
- Location
- The Madness Place
Is it possible to get a link to (or just the name of) the original form of this?
Shovern
Extravagant Shitposter
prince84
In central Dogma flirting with Lilith.
- Location
- The Madness Place
Thanks.
- Location
- France
Yet. Perhaps we could spark progress? Get more Kings to pay for superweapons?
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
Man, that's an intimidating audience size to give a lecture to. Here's hoping we smash this with a natural 100.
prince84
In central Dogma flirting with Lilith.
- Location
- The Madness Place
Then roll a natural 1 on interrupt followed by a 99 on recovery. ie. an ork shaman suddenly crashes the lecture and she uses it to demonstrate what she had been talking about.
pucflek
Verified simpleton
- Location
- Czech Republic
I mean, that library i offered up, while certainly kept up to date to today, predates the founding of USA. Wouldn ´t call that modern. Just gotta give it some reneissance swag and englightenment shinies
. It kind of fits with the time period, to be honest, what with Leonardo of Miragliano(i think it was his name) being a thing and Empire technology moving somewhere around it. Just, you know, not actually moving towards secularism and all.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Proof of how bigoted the Empire is, that they punish this persecuted minority twice for the same crime once they 've finally managed to stitch their life back together!
This is how we know Vlad should've discussed things with his wife a bit more. That way they might've avoided adopting obviously bad members of the family.
If we ever end up in a necroromantic powercouple with Abelhelm, we need to keep this in mind. True, it's doesn't seem particularly likely given the current thread climate, but ultimately I am optimistic about our chances here.
Actually, he also came here for the lecture. See, there's this opposing Waaagh coming and their Shaman looks bigger than he is.
He would really like to avoid getting headbutted by bigger orcs than himself.
- Location
- Nowhere, Midwestern USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her/They/Them
I would swear this should be your motto, except I think there are probably even more fitting ones XD
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I did. Nothing gets people interested like "repeatable superweapon that instantly killed half a million greenskins". Greenskins are a menace to pretty much every nation in the world except for Ulthuan, and Ulthuan would be very interested just for the possibility that it could be adapted for use against other types of enemies.
And while elves may not have dwarf runes or Gazul, who can say that they can't figure out some kind of equivalent, like Asuryan's fire and sunlight combined with Aqshy? Plus, imagine how useful something like the Eye of Gazul could be in the narrowest part of Black Fire Pass.
Hell, the very idea of combining conventional magic with divine magic to create unique and powerful effects would interest the hell out of lots of people.
NavySeel
"I don't know what I'm doing."
- Location
- Places
i mean there's an argument that Vlad was just doing what every other elector count was doing at the time and didn't deserve punishment, the one thing that really hurts that is his self control and temper issues.
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well, he was also a magic user at a time before the Colleges, so there's that to consider as well. Dude was ahead of his time.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
The unofficial motto of the Necromancer faction is "That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die."
We thought a an Umgi wizard teaming up with a traditional Dawi runesmith to make an oversized phallic symbol would be strange enough to fulfill the prophecy, but apparently not.
Maybe if Mathilde and Kragg raised some spiders together in both Ulgu and runesmithing, that might do the trick...
Kornet
Quite possibly a sloth abomination
- Location
- Mother Russia
Is... is that elf's name Dwarf?
I suspect it is a mistake of some kind, but it would be awesome if it really was.
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- Location
- Greece
Your problem is that others have set a standard, when using similar humor, of including smileys such as this () in order to more effectively color their tone. As those have become a sort of standard flag for something that would otherwise be indistinguishable from somebody being serious but very unreasonable, and text isn't capable of carrying the non-verbal indicators that you could express for the same effect, not including them could be seen as tantamount to not saying it as a joke.
It's an issue of interpretation, but if you want people to actually understand you you do sort of need to accommodate their expectations.
I also propose one an use 🐽 if one is going HAM.
and can kill the mood of a HAM post in ways 🐽 wouldn't.But there isn't a convention for this existing already, so it'll be hard for it to catch on.
- Location
- Leeds
We haven't written that paper yet. This lecture is just about Counterspelling.
The only people who know about the Sword are Algard, the Grays, and the other college members who set up the Red and Blue towers. And the non gray wizards probably aren't really sure why they were building those towers in the context of the Sword.
At the end when we're taking questions someones going to stick up their hand and ask about how the last Waagh played out and Mathildes going to have to admit that she didn't get a chance, all the shamans died before anyone could cast a thing, because of the sword of Gazul and people are going to flip their shit, even more.
So I just thought of this but I hope that we are able to use MMAP at predetermined parts of the lecture for visual assistance and accidentally invent power point presentations. Soon to be a staple part of the Colleges of Magic curriculum. Because we have not come up with enough reasons for apprentices to hate us.
Edit: and just caught up with the thread and see I was not this first to come up with the thought. A good reminder to read before posting next time
Edit: and just caught up with the thread and see I was not this first to come up with the thought. A good reminder to read before posting next time
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Among the U of N contingent, yes.
- Location
- Leeds
Ahh, just wait till we do the paper on Aetheric Vitae, and they discover that much of what they learnt over the last years was wrong.
We can try and release it with just enough time to rewrite the exams
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I now see him as the elven equivalent of A Boy Named Sue.
Those of Nagarythe consider the word foremost as a symbol of endurance and long memories, instead of thinking primarily of Dwarves. Every word in Eltharin has a jumble of meanings, and focusing on just one will always mislead.
A Best and Worst Case Scenario
- Location
- Colorado
- Pronouns
- She/They
A Best And Worst Case Scenario
BoneyM Rolls Two D100s For: Content and Presentation. Result: Natural 100 and Natural 1.
BoneyM: ... This'll be fun
Two hours into the lecture, and everything's going well.
"Ye see", you say, gesticulating wildly to an ad hoc illusion of an orc "it's this is the lobe of the greenskin brain that produces the WAAAAGH field, at a rate of approximately fifty three point two mega-webs per F̵i̸g̸h̸t̷i̷n̴e̸s̶s̴ per minute, plus or minus the result of three pi cosine the azimuthal degree longitude, counting in base eighteen of course!"
The illusion de-stabilizes slightly, dipping in and out of the ultraviolet spectrum. The moment of concentration it takes to weave another strand of Ulgu into the pile of tangled threads gives you time to mentally review what you just said and snag the tangent you should explain.
"Now, don't get too concerned about the terminology, a web is a unit of measurement I coined to quantify the amount of energy in a non-teclisian magical psychic network, it's a logarithmic scale, and one centi-web is roughly equivalent to the output of somethingthatnowitalkaboutitimrememberingisastatesecretofkarakeightpeaks, but hey, if you know, well, you know!"
Laughter greets your elegant diversion from your aborted tangent, it's fine, completely fine, you've already introduced them to three other new units in the past hour, they don't need to know the web to understand WAAAGH and peace!
Masters of the arcane arts and sciences chuckle nervously, desperately trying to keep up the illusion to each other and the non-mages that they have any idea what the good Magister is talking about. It's ground breaking, clearly! Yeah, totally revolutionary! I think...
"Now, as previously established, while the WAAAAAAAGH field is produced by the Ineptias lobe, it's received by the deff-cunnin part of the greenskin soul, as shown by..." You spin a few more strands into the illusion to create a three dimensional shadow of an orc's five and half dimensional soul and overlay it above the physiological chart. "This diagram! Notice how it connects to the Foetido Dodecahent and Cædes Hemisphere, but avoids connecting to the Callidus Bulb, despite the extra distance such connections must travel!"
The audience is universally alternatively re-living or experiencing for the very first time that terrifying second semester junior year college feeling. The feeling one gets when attending a class held by a true master of the field, professors actively pushing the boundaries of human and inhuman knowledge, geniuses who are just god-awful teachers.
You take the moment to quench your thirst with the bottle of water Regimand rolled to you from off stage. Stopping for a moment however, you start to... Smell? Hear? Pick up the magical resonance vibrating through the æther? That. You're starting to that a whiff of Dhar. A quick p̴i̴n̷g̷ from your soul places the growing mass of Dhar at the center of your cobbled together illusion! Shit! Clearly some of the ambient magic from, well, everyone, got stuck inside the, uh, "space" inside the tangled weave and started mixing! It's fine! I mean, who'd be using their magesight at a time like this?! And anyway you barely felt the resonance, and your magesight is freakishly advanced! Finish the lecture, then deal with the daemon bait! A harried look at the audience shows that they're universally staring at the diagram in intense thought, no doubt pondering the strategic and academic repercussions of your discovery!
Of course, you can't just ask for clarification, not mid lecture! Especially not when you're supposed to be one of those geniuses! Or their boss! Or a master of foreign and mysterious majicks! No, you'll just do now what you did then, commit everything she says to memory, keep meticulous notes, spend a couple all nighters decoding it with your peers, and pray you can understand the questions on the test. There won't be a test, right!? Oh Lord Hoeth, master of Magick, please don't let there be a test!
You awkwardly scoot your stool closer to the physical space your eldritch spell was weaved, and covertly stick your foot into the heart, hoping your belt can burn out, or at least slow the growth of the critical mass of evil juice. You play the action off by holding a fist into the air in the middle of the Nominibus portion of the orkoid soul. "Now, it transverses this-ish space out of the soul and into the fifth and seventh BUT NOT THE SIXTH dimensions of the aether, where magic with a propositional metaphysical 'spin' can challenge it's 'ardness, and, with the right maneuvering, prove the WAAAAAAAAAAAGH frequency is not in fact hard enough, leading to absolute dissolution of the field."
Grungni's Trunnion, it's like diffy-q all over again! Those damned equations are why I "dishonored" my family by becoming a Runesmith! "Being an Engineer's in our blood" my ass Ma! Your father tried to apprentice into it but then what stopped him? Diffy-q! I followed in his footsteps by becoming a Runesmith, and it's been good and all, good apprentices, fine workshop, no lack of work, but if this, this is the future of the field, maybe I should get out now while I'm ahead! I'm only four hundred, I've gotta good century left to me, maybe I should go into law! That's right, I've always liked history, law's similar right!?
Shit, the Dhar's still growing! It's fine! You're nearing the end of the lecture anyway, you can dispel the illusion soon! "Now, most magic usage until very recently with the discovery of Teclis' uncertainty principle has been affirmational in usage, thus leading to the popular belief that WAAAAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH is un-dispellable. As you can see, it's very easily dispellable, so long as you're capable enough to pin down a strand of psychic energy the width of Marienburg tax from two hundred yards, and convince said strand it isn't real. Why, with swift adjustment of curriculum, we can have anti-orc battle-magics ready by the end of the century! I'm Magister Mathilde, thank you for coming to my
In one fluid motion you turn around from your position center stage, digging your hands and magic into the gestating Dhar, shredding the Ulgu coating and allowing the fires of Vallya to burn away the insanity radiation within. Once the abomination is put down, you waste no time escaping off stage to your master's proud smile, missing how the decaying illusion subtly fades away, the most prominent parts of each diagram fading last in an accidental display of showmanship that will be praised for centuries.
"How did I do?" You ask your master.
Regimand's eyes briefly glaze over as he considers the breadth of his apprentice's... inscrutability, and frantically glances around for a life raft, eyes landing on the literal copterload of "notes" his apprentice brought.
"You-uh... You were really well prepared," He answers truthfully.
You beam from the honest praise, thanking him profusely as he shepards you into the hall's lobby, filled quite literally with hundreds of wizards and wizard-adjacents.
For the first time in decades, Algard feels truly alive. I mean, sure, The Eye Of Gazul was neat and all, and Cragg had some good observations, but that was all... Derivative of his previous work. Not since The Screaming Towers has he truly felt this way, blood pumping, heart racing, mind puzzling over such a new and fascinating problem. Granted, he's also very confused but hey, that's part of the charm! The novelty! For the first time in damn near a century he feels like a student again, blissful ignorance being ripped away by terrifying enlightenment! If he could just get Mathilde to clarify a few things, maybe correct some of his notes, he and The Greys could hammer out enough of her theory to school the other -Atriarchs at the next assembly, hell the next dozen assemblies! It takes an effort of will to not snap at Elspeth and Reicthard, his fellow -Atriarchs crowding over his shoulders, no doubt intent on interrogating his wizard!
Okay, calm down Algard, you don't won't to have This Talk with Dragomas again. You'll get first dibs, first actual dibs, by all means let the Hedgewise guest talk to Mathilde first, it's only polite and it's not like the Hedgewise knows jack, and - oh that dwarf's her bodyguard, better let him by as well...
"Magister!" Hedgewise beams.
"Wisdom." You greet back, politely as possible to someone you should, in theory, be burning at the stake right now.
"Now, I don't know about any of that magic stuff you talked about, I'm just an old herbalist."
"And I'm just a Thane."
"I'm glad we understand each other!" The kindly old grandparent responds, before their face suddenly turns serious and their voice drips with academic interest. "But have you considered wether magic with an affirmative spin could still be used to dispel WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAÃAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH energies if excited using ontaropathic command words in conjunction with Volans' exclusion framework?"
Dead.
Fucking.
Silence.
Before you can even begin to wrap your head around such a question, your dwarf hammerer, thoroughly disinterested with all this magic bullshit, had muscled his way through the crowd to whisper into your crouched ear: an urgent message from Belegar has just arrived, calling you back to the Karak. Begging your pardon, you rush out the hall of stunned wizards, past the crowds of confused academics, to your waiting gyrocopter.
Algard is in a state of absolute Zen. His detractors may call it shock, but no, he's just... Plotting his next move. Maybe he and the Grey battlewizards crash at Karak Eight Peaks for a couple months, just long enough to scorch the earth free of all nearby distractions so Mathilde could walk him through it again, slowly this time, maybe paced out over several months.
No, that won't work, there's no way Dieter would sign off on that, and that's if Dragomas doesn't send an Amber instead. Maybe someone here knows... Wait! That Hedgewise! Where did they run off to? He can't believe he was going to disappear them tomorrow, if they understood Mathilde...
They could tutor him.
Yes... Yes!
The wizards were broken from their shock at the feeling of three -Atriarchs actively channeling their winds, Ulgu, Shyish and Aqshy flowing through the hall at a torrential pace, as from beneath a veil of fog an eldritch voice spoke with the strength of shadow to a nearby Magister Vigilant.
̷͈̀͐"̷̨̛̱Ṫ̷̮̬́h̸̘͍͋á̸͔͕́ṫ̴̤̮ ̵̥̣̐̿H̴̦̲͌̕e̵̥͆d̸̨̬̽ĝ̸̝̔ë̸̛͓̥́w̸͖͘ǐ̶̞͜͠ş̶͗e̴̱͐̿.̸̩̽.̸̭̏͜.̷̻̣̀ ̸́̎͜͜Ț̶̦̂h̷̥̏e̸͓̐̓y̵̧͇͆ ̴̨̀́a̴͎͘r̴͈͗ë̷̥̥́ ̵͚̖̿ẗ̵̝́̇ḧ̴̖́͒é̶͕̃ ̴̙͑͘ͅk̴̖͇̈̌ḙ̴̻͗y̷͇̘̅!̵͔́̚ ̷̧̛̹̽F̶̠͗i̷̤̞͊̏ǹ̷̝̣d̶̪́͒ ̶̯͇͊̍t̶̥̻́͒h̷̗͊̚e̴̻̮͐m̸̛͓͚̕,̵̼̭͋ ̵͖̓͒ḁ̸̽̍n̶̟͘d̷̮̄̈ ̶͓͘͝b̷̞̘̏ṙ̶̛̮͔ì̷̲͇͐n̴̰̼͋g̷̨͋ ̶̛͔̜t̷̐͜h̴̢̜̏ȅ̶̬̫͒ḿ̵͇͖̽ ̸̜̦͗͐b̶̤͈̊̔e̵̙͑f̴͈̳̃̕o̵̞̕͝r̶͇̈e̴̬̽ ̴̟͓̔͝m̶̬͗ë̸͇,̷̪̽ ̴̫̞̌ş̸̹͒o̶̠̪͗́ ̵̤̃Ï̵͕ ̴̱̃̾͜m̵̩̼͊ą̴̨̾̍y̷̹̆̈́ ̵̖̯͗̇ḳ̴̠̈́͝n̷̯͓̈́o̸̲͑͜w̵̨̑̀ ̵͉͝w̶͈̌̊ḧ̷͖́á̶̼̱t̶͔̅́ ̴̻́t̷̮́̀h̶̩̋e̵̜͗̀ͅy̴̥̋ ̶̱̊ḵ̷̺̔n̶͔̞̈́o̷̖͛͐w̸̠̿!̸̘͉͌"̵͈͂̌
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