Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Warhammer Fantasy: Honor is all, Chivalry is all (Bretonnia CK2)
- Thread starter Voikirium
- Start date
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
*glances back at DD vote*
*sigh of relief*
Lucky on the Intrigue roll, I would have been okay/resigned to a failure there.
Also, lol @ vampires trying to assassinate our son, get fucked~
The Rebirth Of Saint Nikolai
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Rebirth of Saint Nikolai
A wise man once said two men could keep a secret if one of them was dead.
As the last of the Tilean mercenaries you secretly hired plummets to the ground, smacking head first into the dirt with a very unhealthy snap, you feel you can rest assured that this secret is staying kept.
Behind you and around you, the fiery remnants of Adamo's Artillery and Assorted Soldiers-- bodies, guns, and weapons alike-- litter the field. Many of them are simply frozen in terror, as they looked upon something too awful for words.
Still, it is not only human remains that litter this field. The twisted form of Titania's servants-- boars with the bodies of snakes, eagles with the wings of dragons, and worse-- litter the field too, though in far less number.
Still, there weren't that many to begin with-- and if the count you've kept was right, then there is only one foe left: Aamon, many headed wolf-serpent; his hind is the back of a snake, while his front is the roaring form of a hunting wolf.
The gates have been smashed open, at least; that ought make this much easier.
Slipping into the mighty hall, you feel the chill; white stalagmites and stalactites carved of pure ice jut up and down through out the wooden hall, thick and manifold. Inside you see Aamon wrapped around the Saint's throne, munching contentedly on what was once a man.
Before he can catch your sent, you sneak behind one of the pillars, throwing a rock as you do.
He hears this, and smells you, and he roars, sending fire throughout the hall. Great billowing clouds of steam fall from both ceiling and floor, and you can see the ice near yourself begin to weaken and drip water. "I see you, traitor!"
He leaps...at the wrong pillar. He crashes into it, bowling it over and dazing himself, only to be surprised that your crushed form is not underneath him.
Racing out from behind your cover, you leap, knife drawn; and as the Fae flips about looking to gut you, you slash true.
The blade opens its throat, cold iron; black, almost gelatinous blood pours out like a waterfall; and the beast of a thousand cities falls down, dead.
Landing with a thud you roll. Turning about, you see the form of Saint Nikolai, much as you last saw him-- clad in red, form blue with frost, eyes shut, laborious breathing rattling throughout his frame. He is festooned in his red attire, a king's garbs; and to his side his sack, the bag of gifts, lies, empty, but not for much longer.
You walk to the Saint, rifling through your bag. You pour the mulled wine into the drinking tin, throw in the holly sprig, sprinkle the chalk, and finally scrape off the blood. it goes from red, to white, to a cheerful, almost fluorescent green.
Holding it to his lips, you pour the draft into Nikolai's throat; and slowly but surely, the ice melts, the spark returns to his eyes, and finally the smile that cracked his face eternally returns once more.
You step back, knowing what is to come--
and then with an earth shaking boom, laughter echoes throughout the hall for the first time in millennia. The ice fades, the shadows fall, fires burst into being, and up stands Saint Nikolai the Gift Giver, Master of the Court Un-Shattered, reborn.
--
So yeah, you guys just saved Christmas. Are you proud yet?
A wise man once said two men could keep a secret if one of them was dead.
As the last of the Tilean mercenaries you secretly hired plummets to the ground, smacking head first into the dirt with a very unhealthy snap, you feel you can rest assured that this secret is staying kept.
Behind you and around you, the fiery remnants of Adamo's Artillery and Assorted Soldiers-- bodies, guns, and weapons alike-- litter the field. Many of them are simply frozen in terror, as they looked upon something too awful for words.
Still, it is not only human remains that litter this field. The twisted form of Titania's servants-- boars with the bodies of snakes, eagles with the wings of dragons, and worse-- litter the field too, though in far less number.
Still, there weren't that many to begin with-- and if the count you've kept was right, then there is only one foe left: Aamon, many headed wolf-serpent; his hind is the back of a snake, while his front is the roaring form of a hunting wolf.
The gates have been smashed open, at least; that ought make this much easier.
Slipping into the mighty hall, you feel the chill; white stalagmites and stalactites carved of pure ice jut up and down through out the wooden hall, thick and manifold. Inside you see Aamon wrapped around the Saint's throne, munching contentedly on what was once a man.
Before he can catch your sent, you sneak behind one of the pillars, throwing a rock as you do.
He hears this, and smells you, and he roars, sending fire throughout the hall. Great billowing clouds of steam fall from both ceiling and floor, and you can see the ice near yourself begin to weaken and drip water. "I see you, traitor!"
He leaps...at the wrong pillar. He crashes into it, bowling it over and dazing himself, only to be surprised that your crushed form is not underneath him.
Racing out from behind your cover, you leap, knife drawn; and as the Fae flips about looking to gut you, you slash true.
The blade opens its throat, cold iron; black, almost gelatinous blood pours out like a waterfall; and the beast of a thousand cities falls down, dead.
Landing with a thud you roll. Turning about, you see the form of Saint Nikolai, much as you last saw him-- clad in red, form blue with frost, eyes shut, laborious breathing rattling throughout his frame. He is festooned in his red attire, a king's garbs; and to his side his sack, the bag of gifts, lies, empty, but not for much longer.
You walk to the Saint, rifling through your bag. You pour the mulled wine into the drinking tin, throw in the holly sprig, sprinkle the chalk, and finally scrape off the blood. it goes from red, to white, to a cheerful, almost fluorescent green.
Holding it to his lips, you pour the draft into Nikolai's throat; and slowly but surely, the ice melts, the spark returns to his eyes, and finally the smile that cracked his face eternally returns once more.
You step back, knowing what is to come--
and then with an earth shaking boom, laughter echoes throughout the hall for the first time in millennia. The ice fades, the shadows fall, fires burst into being, and up stands Saint Nikolai the Gift Giver, Master of the Court Un-Shattered, reborn.
--
So yeah, you guys just saved Christmas. Are you proud yet?
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
All this so Morgyan will stop getting coal. :lol
sargentorion
Hunter of bunnycats
- Location
- West Sussex, England
Wait we saved Christmas yay
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
I'm really looking forward to the reunion of our married couple.
So, will these give us a bonus to tracking people as well? If so, when we get around to making the police force, can we have these integrated into them from the start?
That was real good DD usage.
Also, yeah, Morgyan is pretty badass.
I'm proud. Moryana is great.
So, will these give us a bonus to tracking people as well? If so, when we get around to making the police force, can we have these integrated into them from the start?
That was real good DD usage.
Also, yeah, Morgyan is pretty badass.
I'm proud. Moryana is great.
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King Arthur
The Once and Future King
Huh, the Freemen like Morgyana better then Philip. Curious.
So does the King? Huh.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
Speaking of which...
What's up with this one? Been there for awhile and I can't remember why.
The Deal
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Deal
You walk through the streets of the city, idly examining wears-- black dresses, cold iron daggers, pouches of salt, that sort of thing. All around you, Bretonnian lords from near the border pull in with their own goods; dresses, blades, and good ores. In their wooden stalls and storefronts, merchants hawk their items, making more and more outlandish deals-- you see at least three swords claiming to be the blade Gilles bore as he united the Kingdom.
You hear someone whisper your name, and turning to the alley you see a soldier wearing thick splint wave.
On a lark, emboldened by the blade at your side, you follow after him, waving off your guard. You walk and weave through the crowds, nothing less than a shadow, until finally in what must seem a blink of an eye you appear before him.
He steps back, surprised, before regaining his footing and pointing you to the wall. A moment later a seam that hadn't been there before opens with the grinding of stone, and the wall pops-- revealing a small, torchlit room, where nobles sit discussing various things.
At the center, a woman waves to you. Shifting your knife you walk in, face the very epitome of calm, collected, and poised discipline.
The noble smiles as you sit, a plate filled with noodles drenched in some sort of meat sauce placed before you, along with a small flute of Tilean wine.
"Morgyan of the Shadows. A difficult woman to reach if ever I've heard of one."
You look up from the bite you're about to take, arching an eyebrow. "The court is always open for those who would seek it."
"I do not seek to speak with your husband; he is, by all accounts, a man bound in his honor." She shifts a bit, taking a drink. "No, I need to speak with someone who is a bit more pragmatic in their dealings-- someone, say, cold enough to send an entire mercenary group to die against the defenses of some unknown hall."
"They were a band of Khain worshipers, underneath their coat of professionalism. Je n'ai pas honte."
"Hah! Of course you're not shamed; I wouldn't be either. No, this is not a threat; one professional to another, if I was trying to threaten you, I'd have my dangerous looking guys around, not my actually skilled guys." She drinks her wine, draining the glass. "No, I'm here to make a deal. See, the Alliance really, really needs weapons. The League has their armies swathed in steel, and shielded by ash, and more of them, too.
I will be free and admit that we simply can't pay as well for the gear you offer as they can. But a little bird told me, you've got a...problem, in your forests. Well it just so happens my half-brother is Cristiano of the Crimson Cavaliere."
You give her a blank stare, suddenly very tired of this game.
"Right, right. I'll admit they've always been a bit...inwardly focused, to be too famous. But I promise you: there are many of them, and they can fight like the Aethyr ripped at their heels. So here's my deal for you:
You trade your weapons with the cities and the traders under the Alliance, and in return I will get my brother to aid you in your quest to cleanse your forests."
[] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
[] Decline the Deal (Mo' money, mo' (fay) problems-- specifically the problem of not having foreign born knights to die for you.)
You walk through the streets of the city, idly examining wears-- black dresses, cold iron daggers, pouches of salt, that sort of thing. All around you, Bretonnian lords from near the border pull in with their own goods; dresses, blades, and good ores. In their wooden stalls and storefronts, merchants hawk their items, making more and more outlandish deals-- you see at least three swords claiming to be the blade Gilles bore as he united the Kingdom.
You hear someone whisper your name, and turning to the alley you see a soldier wearing thick splint wave.
On a lark, emboldened by the blade at your side, you follow after him, waving off your guard. You walk and weave through the crowds, nothing less than a shadow, until finally in what must seem a blink of an eye you appear before him.
He steps back, surprised, before regaining his footing and pointing you to the wall. A moment later a seam that hadn't been there before opens with the grinding of stone, and the wall pops-- revealing a small, torchlit room, where nobles sit discussing various things.
At the center, a woman waves to you. Shifting your knife you walk in, face the very epitome of calm, collected, and poised discipline.
The noble smiles as you sit, a plate filled with noodles drenched in some sort of meat sauce placed before you, along with a small flute of Tilean wine.
"Morgyan of the Shadows. A difficult woman to reach if ever I've heard of one."
You look up from the bite you're about to take, arching an eyebrow. "The court is always open for those who would seek it."
"I do not seek to speak with your husband; he is, by all accounts, a man bound in his honor." She shifts a bit, taking a drink. "No, I need to speak with someone who is a bit more pragmatic in their dealings-- someone, say, cold enough to send an entire mercenary group to die against the defenses of some unknown hall."
"They were a band of Khain worshipers, underneath their coat of professionalism. Je n'ai pas honte."
"Hah! Of course you're not shamed; I wouldn't be either. No, this is not a threat; one professional to another, if I was trying to threaten you, I'd have my dangerous looking guys around, not my actually skilled guys." She drinks her wine, draining the glass. "No, I'm here to make a deal. See, the Alliance really, really needs weapons. The League has their armies swathed in steel, and shielded by ash, and more of them, too.
I will be free and admit that we simply can't pay as well for the gear you offer as they can. But a little bird told me, you've got a...problem, in your forests. Well it just so happens my half-brother is Cristiano of the Crimson Cavaliere."
You give her a blank stare, suddenly very tired of this game.
"Right, right. I'll admit they've always been a bit...inwardly focused, to be too famous. But I promise you: there are many of them, and they can fight like the Aethyr ripped at their heels. So here's my deal for you:
You trade your weapons with the cities and the traders under the Alliance, and in return I will get my brother to aid you in your quest to cleanse your forests."
[] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
[] Decline the Deal (Mo' money, mo' (fay) problems-- specifically the problem of not having foreign born knights to die for you.)
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- Location
- West Michigan
Which faction is the Alliance, again? Are they the ones who want unity or oppose it?
- Location
- Virginia
[X] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
They both kind of, sort of, want unity.
The Alliance is trying to make a unified kingdom, though, while the League is essentially trying to force an alliance between all the petty kingdoms to pool together their military strength in a single army responsible for facing down outsider invasion and in all other things continue the status quo.
U.S.A. vs. N.A.T.O., basically.
(Yes, I realize the names are a bit confusing. In my defense, it was like three in the morning when I thought them up)
- Location
- West Michigan
Okay then.
[X] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
[X] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
For reference, here's all the Tilean news that's relevant on one page:
@Voikirium Just in case our dealing with the Fae runs long, could the Crimson Cavaliere get pulled if the Alliance starts getting its ass handed to it again and they're needed elsewhere before the job's done?
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Depends on stuff.
(Ooc, you guys are making a sacrifice here, believe me-- and I'm not just gonna yank it away like an asshat.)
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
[X] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
Our finances are fine, even if I'm not ecstatic about supporting the Alliance, the Fae are more pressing. In the long run a strong unified Tilea will have mixed results--they may end up a competitor to Bretonnia, though they'll still oppose the Destruction factions anyway so it's probably still net positive.
Our finances are fine, even if I'm not ecstatic about supporting the Alliance, the Fae are more pressing. In the long run a strong unified Tilea will have mixed results--they may end up a competitor to Bretonnia, though they'll still oppose the Destruction factions anyway so it's probably still net positive.
[X] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
Losing a quarter of our trade income aside, we aren't exactly suffering from an empty wallet. And of course more bodies to throw at the Fay is definitely a good thing.
Losing a quarter of our trade income aside, we aren't exactly suffering from an empty wallet. And of course more bodies to throw at the Fay is definitely a good thing.
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
[X] Accept the Deal (Less money from Tilean Trade, Small army of Tilean Knights deployed to help put down the Fay incursion)
So, really enjoying this quest, jsut noticed a few typos/awkward moments and I figured that I'd point them out, because I'd want them pointed out to me.
Is that supposed to be thick splint weave?
You probably want either just walk or just weave, or maybe "walk and weave", but both of them side by side with nothign in between them is a little weird.
So, really enjoying this quest, jsut noticed a few typos/awkward moments and I figured that I'd point them out, because I'd want them pointed out to me.
Starting two sentences in a row with "All around you" is a little awkward. Maybe just start the second sentence with "Merchants"?
Is that supposed to be thick splint weave?
You probably want either just walk or just weave, or maybe "walk and weave", but both of them side by side with nothign in between them is a little weird.
Maybe replace one with what? Cause, yeah, that's either the wrong word or you missing a few extra words.
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Fixed that.
Nah, I meant wave. He was motioning for Morgyan to come.
Fixed that.
You'd be surprised what typos slide through when you work on something at 12:30.
Still, thank you for this.