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its ok to just have fun and not be threadmarked.
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Warhammer Fantasy: Divided Loyalties - an Advisor's Quest
- Thread starter Boney
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- warhammer warhammer fantasy fantasy be gay do crimes (gay) female protagonist pansexual protagonist ck2 quest divided loyalties mountain vietnam ranald is real this is a dwarf quest (dwarfs) this is maybe an elf quest this is not a vampire quest this is not an empire quest try it and find out open voting
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- Earth
I'd love to see more of that.
But... if you want to keep being lazy, we could create a compilation post of short stuff. A single 200-word passage may not make the cut, but if we stack them on top of each other, surely BoneyM can't deny all of them at once!
In actuality though I wouldn't mind having a place to go through all the fun little snippets that pop up, the thread moves very quickly and it's easy to miss things. Like, the burrito madness summary was great, and I'm pretty sure there were a few Magda Wessens that didn't make it into apocrypha.
You can always just delete the second post and edit it into the original one. I don't think it's a big issue either way though.
you know what? I've decided, if it comes to a will.
Anton gets the Coin. (we don't even need to bring it on the trip, the blessing is on us until the 6 months are up.)
Pan gets the k8ps house.
The College get the Box with a clouse that K8Ps get every third years supply of AV at lest.
The honchlander get 20% of the EIC so he can keep doing things with it and the rest to the prince when he turns 18(16? whats the adult age of the empire again?)
Anton gets the Coin. (we don't even need to bring it on the trip, the blessing is on us until the 6 months are up.)
Pan gets the k8ps house.
The College get the Box with a clouse that K8Ps get every third years supply of AV at lest.
The honchlander get 20% of the EIC so he can keep doing things with it and the rest to the prince when he turns 18(16? whats the adult age of the empire again?)
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
I think, if we die:
The Coin, if recoverable, goes to the Church of Ranald, in so much as there is one, in order to serve as the holy relic it is. Specifically, the Holy Relic that was only possible because of us. Saint Mathilde's Coin, because we actually will be in the aethyr to forward those prayers. Then over a few decades we'll reassemble enough of an aetheryic consciousness to be vaguely smug about it. This may or may not still involve giving it to Anton.
The penthouse goes to Wolf, as does our remaining money, to ensure his proper feeding and care.
Whoever gets the box has to share favor with us when selling it on to the Karaz Ankor; this will ensure a steady reputation raise for our sub-cult. We'll regain the ability to spend it by giving Morr a cut in exchange for sending on our mail; such is divine politics.
The Hochlander steps up as the overseer of the EIC with our full shares, with the understanding that if they go it'll pass on to another Grey College handler, for the safety and prosperity of the Empire.
Karak Eight Peaks gets all the tons and tons of books we purchased with our own money, for their own Loremaster to use (and so that nobody has to go to the effort of separating out our personal and work collections).
The Coin, if recoverable, goes to the Church of Ranald, in so much as there is one, in order to serve as the holy relic it is. Specifically, the Holy Relic that was only possible because of us. Saint Mathilde's Coin, because we actually will be in the aethyr to forward those prayers. Then over a few decades we'll reassemble enough of an aetheryic consciousness to be vaguely smug about it. This may or may not still involve giving it to Anton.
The penthouse goes to Wolf, as does our remaining money, to ensure his proper feeding and care.
Whoever gets the box has to share favor with us when selling it on to the Karaz Ankor; this will ensure a steady reputation raise for our sub-cult. We'll regain the ability to spend it by giving Morr a cut in exchange for sending on our mail; such is divine politics.
The Hochlander steps up as the overseer of the EIC with our full shares, with the understanding that if they go it'll pass on to another Grey College handler, for the safety and prosperity of the Empire.
Karak Eight Peaks gets all the tons and tons of books we purchased with our own money, for their own Loremaster to use (and so that nobody has to go to the effort of separating out our personal and work collections).
At this point I'd like to leave the Wisdom Asp box to Belegar with a note suggesting that he, "Soak Thorek for all he's worth!"
All this business of "leave the box to one group, but then they have to give some of the snakeblood to another group" is asking for trouble, IMO. Dead people can express wishes about the immediate disposition of their former property, sure, but trying to control what's done with it long after your death is a bad idea on principle and a bad idea for living people to allow. Nobody should be having to manage things according to the wishes of someone who died long ago. Mathilde divides up her property in her will as she likes, but then it's for the recipients to plot the course of the future.
All this business of "leave the box to one group, but then they have to give some of the snakeblood to another group" is asking for trouble, IMO. Dead people can express wishes about the immediate disposition of their former property, sure, but trying to control what's done with it long after your death is a bad idea on principle and a bad idea for living people to allow. Nobody should be having to manage things according to the wishes of someone who died long ago. Mathilde divides up her property in her will as she likes, but then it's for the recipients to plot the course of the future.
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Well yes, but excessive complexity doesn't seem like itself when typing it out as a joke.
And when we regain autonomy in a few centuries it'd be a nice nest egg.
- Location
- New York
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- He/Him
[X] Plan Perfectly Balanced
[X] Plan Unconvention
Exactly what I wanted, thank you.
[X] Plan Unconvention
Exactly what I wanted, thank you.
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I've not consulted extensively, but I would expect that if @Omegahugger 's will proposal works out any unfortunate state of being 'all dead' will shortly be replaced by one of being mostly dead undead, so disposition of secondary possessions will be more concerned with their recovery and short-term storage requirements.
This is Dhar territory. It would definitely be an Abominable Act, a breach of Articles 1, 4, 7, and 15, and will get all involved labelled heretic and traitor to be put to sword and fire immediately.
Both the wargame and the tabletop overlook the logistical side of warfare. Fog Path would have won Crecy for the French.
To Elves, it wouldn't be, because why wouldn't you use the Lore of Fire instead? This is known as Cardinal magic. But the Colleges expand the capability of each individual Wind as much as possible because they can only ever safely use a single Wind, using both the literal (Elemental) and metaphorical (Mystical) resonances of their Wind to stretch the boundaries. This means at the edges there's a fair bit of overlap between individual Colleges.
It seems like this would greatly exacerbate the problem of reaction time, and it would be putting an incredible amount of power and trust in the hands of 'some other human/halfling'. Do you trust them to aim it with complete reliability in stressful situations, where if they err it could obliterate your allies or yourself? Do you trust them to be comfortable enough with magic to not hesitate when the time comes, and yet not so comfortable with it that they don't realize that all they've got to do is slip away from the Expedition, become a mercenary, and be able to demand a small fortune as a discount Asarnil? Do you trust them not to get killed in the chaos of battle and have the flask end up in enemy hands?
You already kind of are. Thread speculation turns up in her internal monologue fairly regularly.
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- It/They
Welp... Still gotta please the great sun baby, so lets get to it!
NexusEye
Aspiring God
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- She/Her
- Location
- being near locations is my passion.
I was thinking of "incoming horde" as the circumstances where the item is both useful, but Msthilde has swording and casting to do, which tend to be more valuable than one gun. It's a very specific edge case.
The bolded bit did not occur to me tbh. A duckling could be trusted, I
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- Toronto, Ontario(occasionally)
I'm really looking forward to the Grey College becoming the most popular wizards among the Knightly Orders if we can make the spell functional and teachable. It's not just Crecy-like situations(and battle of Banockburn situations), heavy cavalry is the military arm with the second most terrain restrictions. Better than chariots, worse than tanks(these are the things that overheat and undergo mechanical failiure trying to climb a hill, or suffer an inability to depress their guns far enough if they're too high up on a hill, and constantly get stuck and need a ton of work to tow them out on muddy ground), and traditionally the army with less of the heavy cavalry maneuvers around trying to avoid fighting on ground suitable to heavy cavalry, while the one with more keeps their main body sitting on suitable terrain, both using their light cavalry and raiders to try to threaten the other one with starvation and force them to seek a decisive battle before they can weaken.
Fog path just skips the whole issue, you can let a bunch of beastmen or greenskins catch your heavy cavalry being led through a bog, then all mount up and fog path charge them like it was the solidest ground, and this trick will stay mostly unexpected for a good decade or so, because neither beastmen nor greenskins have any system for sharing military intelligence around their infestations in the Empire.
The Grey college would absolutely exploit popularity among the knightly orders.
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- Red Blood on Golden Shield
[X] Plan Perfectly Balanced
Ship Names
Vebyast
Nascent Transhuman
You're still embarrassed to be thinking about the whole topic, but a few ales with dinner help, and the bawdy rounds of song led by the bard in the corner make it feel even less out of place. Doing something about the amused exasperation that Wolf sends you whenever you're on a date is added motivation. Deciding you can move safely while the entire tavern is distracted, you select a prepared conversation topic and hope that putting a name on the concept will help you grapple with it rationally. "So," you say over the din, "What do you think our ship name is?"
Panoramia looks over at you to give your question a quizzical eyebrow. "Ship name? I didn't know we were buying a boat."
"Boat? No, uh," you break off, thrown by her unfeigned incomprehension. "Hold on. I know you participate in the book exchange," you ask.
"Oh, that?" Panoramia shakes her head. "I never actually read any of them. I saw you bribe Edda to organize your party," she says with an amused smile, "and figured I could use it for favors too."
"Oh," you say, "Okay." You blink and start discarding evidence that you now know is invalid. "No wonder I couldn't figure out what you liked," you mutter sheepishly, your face heating up as you recall some of your more exotic theories. You try to hide in your tankard.
Panoramia giggles.
You're sure she knows what you're thinking right now and your blush deepens. "Okay yes good back to my original question now," you babble frantically. "Ship names. Uh. Shipping. Relationships. For characters in books? When you're arguing about who should get with who?" You dare to sneak a look at her.
Panoramia's nose wrinkles. "Gossiping about fictional characters?"
"Literary analysis and art appreciation," you reply thankfully, grasping her engagement with the familiar topic like a drowning sailor taking a lifeline. "When someone thinks that two characters should be in a relationship and they are fundamentally and incontrovertibly incorrect, you have to be able to efficiently explain why they're wrong and why they should feel bad about their wrongness," you say, stabbing the table with one finger to underline the importance of the topic. Panoramia snorts in amusement and you continue with regained confidence. "Thus the ship name: terminology to ease communication by unambiguously labeling a particular relationship."
"Ah," she says, enlightenment dawning. "So, the arguments over whether Alarielle belongs with Tyrion or Teclis, names for the different factions?"
You nod. "Exactly. Sword-shippers think Tyrion should win, while Staff-shippers root for Teclis."
"I see," Panoramia says. She gives you an appraising look as she takes a long drink of her ale. "And you're asking what our ship name is." She takes another ominous pull. "As in, the name for our relationship."
"Y-Yes. This would've been much less awkward if you'd known what I was talking about." You cough. "And if the conversation had gone the way I planned."
Panoramia laughs. "Don't worry, I'll stop teasing you about it soon enough. You're just cute when you get flustered." Like right now, you see her think under all the green. She ponders. "You'd be Dark Horse, I think. Except you're not competing with anyone for my hand, and even if you were nobody would bet against you." She smiles at you.
"Aww." You smile back. "On the other hand, making myself out to be the underdog to gather sympathy would be an effective gambit."
"Ah, there's your trademark sleight of hand," Panoramia laughs.
"If you're not cheating you're not trying," you declare airily. "Anyway, the traditional portmanteau would probably be Pan-thilde."
"What, you're not going to take first author privileges?"
"Mat-o-ramia is hard to say and feels competitive again."
"Not the way Dark Horse is," she says, "but I can see it. Weber, Panoramia, Weberamia?"
"Easier to say, at least. Spies, druids, plants, assassins... Maybe something about gardening?"
She shakes her head. "No, too morbid and edgy." She considers. "I'd suggest something related to farming or fertility," she says mischievously, "but I have a feeling you'd explode."
"I thought you said you'd stop teasing me," you pout at her.
"I wasn't teasing you! I specifically avoided making any suggestions." She sticks her nose in the air and huffs. "I will similarly avoid anything related to that huge long thing you hide under your robes."
"Wh- what, Branulhune," you splutter, "It's not like that!"
"Right," she says. "What did you name it again? Cleverness by Moonlight?" She grins wickedly. "Oh, I bet."
"This has gone horribly wrong," you complain, burying your burning face in your hands. "Why did I suggest this topic."
"Because underneath the hat you are a precious cinnamon roll," Panoramia says. She gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Are there any minerals with appropriate symbolism? I'd suggest a plant, but I avoided the religious parts of the curriculum."
You peek out at her from between your fingers. "Nephrite is a form of jade that's often gray in color, but I'm not familiar with any metaphysical meaning."
"It sounds like an Amethyst thing." She drums her fingers on the table. "How about Shady Tree? They make for relaxing naps on hot days."
Emboldened, you come back out and smile at her. "That sounds like a nice date, if nothing else."
Panoramia returns the smile. It makes you feel fuzzy. "It does. Shall we revisit the topic after doing some research?"
You laugh a little. "Sometime next week? Sounds good to me."
"It's 'Vines In Shadow', you twits," yells a Fieldwarden at the next table over.
Thanks to @BoneyM for editing and this thread for helping me brainstorm ship names.
Panoramia looks over at you to give your question a quizzical eyebrow. "Ship name? I didn't know we were buying a boat."
"Boat? No, uh," you break off, thrown by her unfeigned incomprehension. "Hold on. I know you participate in the book exchange," you ask.
"Oh, that?" Panoramia shakes her head. "I never actually read any of them. I saw you bribe Edda to organize your party," she says with an amused smile, "and figured I could use it for favors too."
"Oh," you say, "Okay." You blink and start discarding evidence that you now know is invalid. "No wonder I couldn't figure out what you liked," you mutter sheepishly, your face heating up as you recall some of your more exotic theories. You try to hide in your tankard.
Panoramia giggles.
You're sure she knows what you're thinking right now and your blush deepens. "Okay yes good back to my original question now," you babble frantically. "Ship names. Uh. Shipping. Relationships. For characters in books? When you're arguing about who should get with who?" You dare to sneak a look at her.
Panoramia's nose wrinkles. "Gossiping about fictional characters?"
"Literary analysis and art appreciation," you reply thankfully, grasping her engagement with the familiar topic like a drowning sailor taking a lifeline. "When someone thinks that two characters should be in a relationship and they are fundamentally and incontrovertibly incorrect, you have to be able to efficiently explain why they're wrong and why they should feel bad about their wrongness," you say, stabbing the table with one finger to underline the importance of the topic. Panoramia snorts in amusement and you continue with regained confidence. "Thus the ship name: terminology to ease communication by unambiguously labeling a particular relationship."
"Ah," she says, enlightenment dawning. "So, the arguments over whether Alarielle belongs with Tyrion or Teclis, names for the different factions?"
You nod. "Exactly. Sword-shippers think Tyrion should win, while Staff-shippers root for Teclis."
"I see," Panoramia says. She gives you an appraising look as she takes a long drink of her ale. "And you're asking what our ship name is." She takes another ominous pull. "As in, the name for our relationship."
"Y-Yes. This would've been much less awkward if you'd known what I was talking about." You cough. "And if the conversation had gone the way I planned."
Panoramia laughs. "Don't worry, I'll stop teasing you about it soon enough. You're just cute when you get flustered." Like right now, you see her think under all the green. She ponders. "You'd be Dark Horse, I think. Except you're not competing with anyone for my hand, and even if you were nobody would bet against you." She smiles at you.
"Aww." You smile back. "On the other hand, making myself out to be the underdog to gather sympathy would be an effective gambit."
"Ah, there's your trademark sleight of hand," Panoramia laughs.
"If you're not cheating you're not trying," you declare airily. "Anyway, the traditional portmanteau would probably be Pan-thilde."
"What, you're not going to take first author privileges?"
"Mat-o-ramia is hard to say and feels competitive again."
"Not the way Dark Horse is," she says, "but I can see it. Weber, Panoramia, Weberamia?"
"Easier to say, at least. Spies, druids, plants, assassins... Maybe something about gardening?"
She shakes her head. "No, too morbid and edgy." She considers. "I'd suggest something related to farming or fertility," she says mischievously, "but I have a feeling you'd explode."
"I thought you said you'd stop teasing me," you pout at her.
"I wasn't teasing you! I specifically avoided making any suggestions." She sticks her nose in the air and huffs. "I will similarly avoid anything related to that huge long thing you hide under your robes."
"Wh- what, Branulhune," you splutter, "It's not like that!"
"Right," she says. "What did you name it again? Cleverness by Moonlight?" She grins wickedly. "Oh, I bet."
"This has gone horribly wrong," you complain, burying your burning face in your hands. "Why did I suggest this topic."
"Because underneath the hat you are a precious cinnamon roll," Panoramia says. She gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Are there any minerals with appropriate symbolism? I'd suggest a plant, but I avoided the religious parts of the curriculum."
You peek out at her from between your fingers. "Nephrite is a form of jade that's often gray in color, but I'm not familiar with any metaphysical meaning."
"It sounds like an Amethyst thing." She drums her fingers on the table. "How about Shady Tree? They make for relaxing naps on hot days."
Emboldened, you come back out and smile at her. "That sounds like a nice date, if nothing else."
Panoramia returns the smile. It makes you feel fuzzy. "It does. Shall we revisit the topic after doing some research?"
You laugh a little. "Sometime next week? Sounds good to me."
"It's 'Vines In Shadow', you twits," yells a Fieldwarden at the next table over.
Thanks to @BoneyM for editing and this thread for helping me brainstorm ship names.
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- He/Him
Yessssss. More filthy wholesome fluff. I want all of it.
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- She/They
Aww, don't be a downer! We have one, maybe two cute pieces of dragon fic, I'd love to see more!
But as it is, Pan is just cute.
Ericwinter
Definitely not a Skaven Infiltrator
- Location
- America
...Which hat? We've got a lot of them.
- Location
- Colorado
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- She/They
I brought this up when the update about Fog Path's development went up, but there was no buzz about this so I'm worried I missed something.
Is there some special property of Ulgu that lends it to casting "single battle magic spell casting many lesser magic spells", or is that something plausibly replicable with other winds?
Because the concept of cross-wind battlemagics, even if just mass casting of lesser magics is pretty impressive.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
And of course, my first thought upon reading this was "how can I use this to bring back Abelhelm".
... You know, the Teletubbies' powers of long-range communication are well known. That would be nice, wouldn't it? To see and talk to Abel one more time, even after he was taken from us?
- Location
- Australia
That's a Lore of Death spell. Can't do it with daemonology or necromancy.