Tasoli
Life is for Living
- Location
- Behind the Keyboard.
And since Empire is standing despite this means Empire knows how to handle it as well.
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.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
I'm not saying that the Empire can't deal with it or cope without the Jades. Just that effectively losing of a full college of wizards for ~3 months of the year is a weakness.
Cython is perfectly capable of proactively pursuing anything they wanted, instead of needing a protagonist to come along and offer.
Hand-carved wooden spoons were basically a precursor to engagement rings.
Equinoxes are Azyr, Solstices are Ghyran.
Awkwardly.
About two to three, on average.
The Colleges give their recruits a lot of freedom. Incoming Apprentices have their choice of College and are only required to progress their education to the point where they won't explode into demons. The Colleges were set up by Wizards for Wizards, so it's a lot more Wizard-friendly than if it had been set up with the Empire's biases built in.
Whichever ends up working best for future writing.
The lessons get the Apprentice in the right general area. The Master leads them the rest of the way. Everyone has a different relationship with their Wind so there's only so much that can be taught without one-on-one teaching.
There's an apparatus of support staff under the Dean that take care of that sort of thing.
Not every cargo can wait for a convenient River Warden.
An enemy campaigning exclusively in winter is a greater advantage than any number of Jade Battle Wizards. A lot of the Empire's enemies can survive a winter campaign, but they'd still be disadvantaged by it.
The Bigger Slice of Pie II
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
The Bigger Slice of Pie II
Dame Magister Thane Loremaster Mathilde Weber of the Grey College was, of course, the sort of public figure that made most quake in their boots. Even if they were unaware of her startling advances in magical super-weaponry, or her enormous runesword that she could pull quite literally from thin air, they would be aware of her grey robes and writhing shadow, and rightly fear that it would wrap itself around all of their limbs and squeeze.
Panoramia looked thoughtfully at the flickering tentacles, and the slightest bit of a blush rose to her cheeks. Mathilde looked over with a raised eyebrow, as perceptive as ever, and Pan shook her head and slapped her cheeks lightly, muttering "no, not asking before the third date" to herself under her breath.
Yes, the Dame Magister Thane Loremaster, King Belegar's Dark Left Hand, she was indeed an impressive and scary figure.
Mathile Webber, former Stirland peasant and Judge #6 of the Fifty-Fourth All-Karak Best Pie Competitive Bakeoff, was not.
"Ohhh Gods," She moaned as the blueberry juice ran over her lips and she brought her free hand up to her chin to catch it, "what did you even put in this one?"
Mathilde and Panoramia were seated at a table sized for the large folk, in front of a bonfire and an attentive audience of halflings, flanked by the other judges on high stools. Around the fascimalie of a village green were several free-standing ovens, built in the days when the demands of feeding armies were more pressing. The former outdoor kitchen had since become the focal point of the budding community in the East Valley, both a reminder of their contributions to the Triumph, and as a practical place to hold important events. Such as this one.
"Well yer wizardship, I can't be goin' and given' all my secrets away, but if'n you'll have another bite, you might be tastin' a bit 'o the mountain juniper an' lizard-egg glaze across the top 'o the crust."
The Halfling was smug in his best vest and trousers. He'd been saving that one- any trick revealed at a Pie Competition would be copied a dozen times over before you could so much as spit, so deciding when to play one of the carefully tested and hoarded secrets was as much a part of any competition as the baking itself. He was lucky; his aunt's cousin's adopted son had been the one to run the message, so when he'd gotten word that one of the council was to be a judge tonight, he had not hesitated to commit.
"Ohhhhhh" gushed Mathilde as she took the next bite, "you are right, that little sharpness to offset the sweetness of the berries and the crunch that the glaze adds... mhhmhmmm."
Panoramia's blush returned as her grey admirer revealed a side of herself that she had not guessed existed- almost as if she were setting aside the habits of years for the night and reveling in the sheer physical pleasure of taste and texture, letting herself enjoy the echoes of a girlhood cut brutally short. It was intoxicating, almost- that Mathilde would do that for her, that she got to see her both this public and this unguarded.
It was not to last. With a last, languid swallow, the burning intensity re-awoke within her eyes, and that smiling face that revealed nothing settled back onto her mien. Enjoying the pie was one thing, right and proper to show the breathless crowd and proud chef her appreciation, but now she bent forward to fill out her evaluation and the halfling in front of her started to sweat.
With a start, Panoramia realized that she had been caught up in staring, and bent to her own slice. It was, as expected delicious, and the hint of juniper in the crackle of the crust was delightful. However, the berry blend used for the filling had been ever-so-slightly sub-par, and the chef had given into fear in pulling the pie a mite too early, accepting a softness near the center to avoid the risk of over-cooking. It was, Panoramia decided, perhaps a second or third place pie, but then, she had much experience with such things and was a bit jaded.
Mathilde had finished with her notes by the time Pan raised her head again, and was looking around bright-eyed for the final competitor. Around the outer edges of the crowd musicians were assembling for the dancing after, but most were on edge. This was one of the closest competitions in recent memory, the rumored presence of the Loremaster pushing everyone to take daring risks, and the smart money said that the current winner was a caramel pecan that had almost caused the Magister's eyes to roll back in her head with the first bite. But then.
"Cherry? Is that a cherry pie?" Mathilde gasped with innocent excitement, and it was all Panoramia could do to keep from squeezing her at that moment. "Where would they even get cherries this far south?"
This chef, a woman in a gingham apron, smiled mysteriously and winked at Mathilde, and both wizards laughed.
"Fine, keep your secrets!" the grey wizard chortled with a hint of glee,"now let's see how this effort stacks up."
Turning to Panoramia as the first cut was made, she confided, "Cherries were always my favorite when I could get them as a girl, though it's been a while since I've had the chance to have any. Food never seems to be on my mind when I head north, but I really should indulge myself more often..."
Two pieces were placed before them, and for an instant when Mathilde turned to her, Panoramia swore that she was channeling Wolf at his most deviously woeful in begging for food. She stifled her smile, and swapped the plates.
"Oh, here, you should really have the bigger slice."
Dame Magister Thane Loremaster Mathilde Weber of the Grey College was, of course, the sort of public figure that made most quake in their boots. Even if they were unaware of her startling advances in magical super-weaponry, or her enormous runesword that she could pull quite literally from thin air, they would be aware of her grey robes and writhing shadow, and rightly fear that it would wrap itself around all of their limbs and squeeze.
Panoramia looked thoughtfully at the flickering tentacles, and the slightest bit of a blush rose to her cheeks. Mathilde looked over with a raised eyebrow, as perceptive as ever, and Pan shook her head and slapped her cheeks lightly, muttering "no, not asking before the third date" to herself under her breath.
Yes, the Dame Magister Thane Loremaster, King Belegar's Dark Left Hand, she was indeed an impressive and scary figure.
Mathile Webber, former Stirland peasant and Judge #6 of the Fifty-Fourth All-Karak Best Pie Competitive Bakeoff, was not.
"Ohhh Gods," She moaned as the blueberry juice ran over her lips and she brought her free hand up to her chin to catch it, "what did you even put in this one?"
Mathilde and Panoramia were seated at a table sized for the large folk, in front of a bonfire and an attentive audience of halflings, flanked by the other judges on high stools. Around the fascimalie of a village green were several free-standing ovens, built in the days when the demands of feeding armies were more pressing. The former outdoor kitchen had since become the focal point of the budding community in the East Valley, both a reminder of their contributions to the Triumph, and as a practical place to hold important events. Such as this one.
"Well yer wizardship, I can't be goin' and given' all my secrets away, but if'n you'll have another bite, you might be tastin' a bit 'o the mountain juniper an' lizard-egg glaze across the top 'o the crust."
The Halfling was smug in his best vest and trousers. He'd been saving that one- any trick revealed at a Pie Competition would be copied a dozen times over before you could so much as spit, so deciding when to play one of the carefully tested and hoarded secrets was as much a part of any competition as the baking itself. He was lucky; his aunt's cousin's adopted son had been the one to run the message, so when he'd gotten word that one of the council was to be a judge tonight, he had not hesitated to commit.
"Ohhhhhh" gushed Mathilde as she took the next bite, "you are right, that little sharpness to offset the sweetness of the berries and the crunch that the glaze adds... mhhmhmmm."
Panoramia's blush returned as her grey admirer revealed a side of herself that she had not guessed existed- almost as if she were setting aside the habits of years for the night and reveling in the sheer physical pleasure of taste and texture, letting herself enjoy the echoes of a girlhood cut brutally short. It was intoxicating, almost- that Mathilde would do that for her, that she got to see her both this public and this unguarded.
It was not to last. With a last, languid swallow, the burning intensity re-awoke within her eyes, and that smiling face that revealed nothing settled back onto her mien. Enjoying the pie was one thing, right and proper to show the breathless crowd and proud chef her appreciation, but now she bent forward to fill out her evaluation and the halfling in front of her started to sweat.
With a start, Panoramia realized that she had been caught up in staring, and bent to her own slice. It was, as expected delicious, and the hint of juniper in the crackle of the crust was delightful. However, the berry blend used for the filling had been ever-so-slightly sub-par, and the chef had given into fear in pulling the pie a mite too early, accepting a softness near the center to avoid the risk of over-cooking. It was, Panoramia decided, perhaps a second or third place pie, but then, she had much experience with such things and was a bit jaded.
Mathilde had finished with her notes by the time Pan raised her head again, and was looking around bright-eyed for the final competitor. Around the outer edges of the crowd musicians were assembling for the dancing after, but most were on edge. This was one of the closest competitions in recent memory, the rumored presence of the Loremaster pushing everyone to take daring risks, and the smart money said that the current winner was a caramel pecan that had almost caused the Magister's eyes to roll back in her head with the first bite. But then.
"Cherry? Is that a cherry pie?" Mathilde gasped with innocent excitement, and it was all Panoramia could do to keep from squeezing her at that moment. "Where would they even get cherries this far south?"
This chef, a woman in a gingham apron, smiled mysteriously and winked at Mathilde, and both wizards laughed.
"Fine, keep your secrets!" the grey wizard chortled with a hint of glee,"now let's see how this effort stacks up."
Turning to Panoramia as the first cut was made, she confided, "Cherries were always my favorite when I could get them as a girl, though it's been a while since I've had the chance to have any. Food never seems to be on my mind when I head north, but I really should indulge myself more often..."
Two pieces were placed before them, and for an instant when Mathilde turned to her, Panoramia swore that she was channeling Wolf at his most deviously woeful in begging for food. She stifled her smile, and swapped the plates.
"Oh, here, you should really have the bigger slice."
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- Location
- Germany
I could see a Vampire or Tomb King campaign having a comparative advantage, because their armies are less harmed than the Empire's attempts to gather armies themselves would be.
Still somewhat, but in every situation except when the Empire is on full defensive and only holding a city passivly with the troops already present it would hurt them more than the Undead.
- Location
- Brazil
So, to no one's surprise, winning the first date vote is all but a hard lock, because that's SV. Cute date, exactly what I expected from Panoramia. Not super thrilled. It's a cute girl-next-door romance, I was hoping for more of blood-pumping thrill. Really would like to see what a date with Johann looks like, but that has worse chances of happening now than necromancy.
Anyway, I wonder if the Hochlander wouldn't join the duckling club? He is technically a wizard after all.
Anyway, I wonder if the Hochlander wouldn't join the duckling club? He is technically a wizard after all.
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- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
Ok! I am passing the torch: someone else needs to pick it up and write the next date!
[X] [LIBRARY] Dark Lands: Extensive + Esoteric Imperial (200gc), Marauder Tribes: Extensive Imperial + Extensive Dwarven (200gc), Karaz Ankor: Esoteric Dwarven (150gc, 4DF), Enchanting: Esoteric Imperial (50gc, 2CF)
[X] [DWARF] Runesmith briefing on Karag Dum (2 gallons AV)
[X] [PURCHASE] Commission a painting of the duckling club together from an artist.
[X] [LIBRARY] Dark Lands: Extensive + Esoteric Imperial (200gc), Marauder Tribes: Extensive Imperial + Extensive Dwarven (200gc), Karaz Ankor: Esoteric Dwarven (150gc, 4DF), Enchanting: Esoteric Imperial (50gc, 2CF)
[X] [DWARF] Runesmith briefing on Karag Dum (2 gallons AV)
[X] [PURCHASE] Commission a painting of the duckling club together from an artist.
TaliesinSkye
Occasional Editor
- Location
- Northeast Ohio, United States
To the best of my knowledge engagement rings (starting with a tradition of tying a reed around a finger as a symbol of the promise of marriage) go back to ancient Egypt, whereas lovespoons go back to the 17th century, but they are a charming tradition.
- Location
- New Brunswick, NJ
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I'm bummed about Johann getting bodied in the last vote -- I effortposted my heart out -- but so it goes. He just didnt have the support to rise above seventh place.
The Hochlander is mostly based in Wurtbad, where the EIC HQ is, so he's not really a K8P wizard.
- Location
- Hollister
[X] [COLLEGE] Item of Light's Demand: 5 Favor
Ericwinter
Definitely not a Skaven Infiltrator
- Location
- America
I wouldn't call it that definite. Cython's still got some pretty hardcore support, and earned some more even though their scene wasn't romantic. I know I'm rooting for them more now.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Skeletons probably have trouble with their footing on ice. And never underestimate the downsides of trying to fight with a bunch of freezer-burned zombies.
I honestly would be willing to support a series of dates with Johann to at least try and see how that would go. I figure I owe Johann Gang that much.
They're not worth mentioning, because unspeakable things happen at them. It goes without saying.
I still going to try and give Anton one last fight.
and who knows, Pan is a druid, druids are like hippys, maybe she is cool with an unusual arrangement.
and Anton likes jades.
and everyone likes Anton.
- Location
- Finland
Now, people are free to vote which ever way they want.
But i can't help but feel nervous of the idea of Mathilde constantly switching who they are dating, it just feels self sabotaging.
It could work i guess, if people are going for poly relationship, but it does make any monogamous relationships, messy, at best.
Maybe a date, possibly even two, might work without a soft lock and not destroying any changes with Pan, but a series of dates kinda starts getting close to hard locking Johann.
And if people prefer Johann, then they should vote for Johann, just uncomfortable with the idea of sampling each romance option as long as possible, feels like playing chicken with relationships.
- Location
- Earth
We'll still see plenty of Johann on the expedition and as our employee. And the Dragon, certainly. I expect Cython to be autopicked in socials like Belegar or Kragg.
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
Honestly, I think Panorama might be the best person to talk with about possibly liking other people too- get it out in the open early, and have someone with a more grounded and practical sense of romance talk us through some of the ins and outs of feelings, and work out what healthy boundaries are between the two of them and around others they may also be interested in. Kinda a combination of polyamory groundwork, understanding each other's preferences, and making sure we are on the same page as to what we want a relationship between us to look like.
Still here for the Grey-Gold-Jade triple-play, I think personalities would mesh well if sexualities do.
If anyone wants to do a Johann date omake, I would love and support it!
Still here for the Grey-Gold-Jade triple-play, I think personalities would mesh well if sexualities do.
Skeletons probably have trouble with their footing on ice. And never underestimate the downsides of trying to fight with a bunch of freezer-burned zombies.
I honestly would be willing to support a series of dates with Johann to at least try and see how that would go. I figure I owe Johann Gang that much.
If anyone wants to do a Johann date omake, I would love and support it!
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
They seemed somewhat contemptuous of the Dragons that are trying to stay as the world was.
I don't really think 2 gallons of AV to get some gossip about dwarven rune scandals is a great trade.
Whatever is going on, it has exactly zero to do with why the Karak fell. We know why that happened. I don't know what expectations actually are here.
Whatever is going on, it has exactly zero to do with why the Karak fell. We know why that happened. I don't know what expectations actually are here.
I wish there was a mistborn comic so i could link Mistborn Rashek epic fuckup with the changing orbits and too much power. Alas, i'm too lazy for meme generators.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Huh? Please explain.
- Location
- Leeds
Cython is a strong independent dragon who don't need no hero.
In fact as a rule of thumb dragons try to actively discourage white knighting.
Ericwinter
Definitely not a Skaven Infiltrator
- Location
- America
Ah, but we're not white knighting, we're grey knighting. Much cooler.Cython is a strong independent dragon who don't need no hero.
In fact as a rule of thumb dragons try to actively discourage white knighting.