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Yeah, I, I say abdicate now before someone quietly does away with us for some other Duke who won't start a war because he insulted an Elector Count when he thought he was writing a daily report on trade.
Warhammer Fantasy: Honor is all, Chivalry is all (Bretonnia CK2)
- Thread starter Voikirium
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Thebluemage
The Wall
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- I wish I knew
Sounds like we're dyslexic. Now that is interesting, never been in a quest where the protagonist has a really low stat!
We aren't the hero Montfort needs, we are the one it deserves.
We aren't the hero Montfort needs, we are the one it deserves.
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Merc gonna merc ya
I don't think MONTFORT deserves this.
Maybe other dukedoms. Not this one.
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I actually would be completely behind us being dyslexic or having a learning disorder, but @Voikirium seems to be playing it as the honest simpleton instead.
Dyslexic could actually be pretty interesting, IMO. Dyslexic and then because we were good at fighting and pious we also sorta gave up on the other learning stuff in favor of what we were good at, battle plans and maps and piety.
But this seems more like 'we're a smarter Hodor' instead.
- Location
- Iceland
love it
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
- Location
- Ruritania Illinois
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It's funny because nearly every other quest I've seen starts with abysmal piety and nobody loses their shit, whereas you start with bad Learning that I have promised can be fixed and everybody loses their shit.
That's not just for show. You don't insult people, even on accident.
You see that fifteen diplomacy? You see it?
That's not just for show. You don't insult people, even on accident.
Glad somebody caught that.
.. So on the bright side we're good at fighting, fairly pious but we're okay at diplomacy and are horrible at lying/deception/subterfuge because of our... lack of intelligence.
This is going to be amazing and hilarious.
This is going to be amazing and hilarious.
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Oh! Sorry, some of the rest of the character sheet didn't quite read as Dyslexia, but at the same time...hmm.
That could sorta work. We *assume* we're dumb and simple because that's what we're told, right?
I mean, it's hard to be pretty decent at math and good at leading an army and also good at diplomancing and ACTUALLY be an idiot. Also, we'd have the CK2 Trait that means 'is an idiot' which we don't.
Plenty of monarchs over the ages were illiterate without being morons, we just assumed we were dumb because that's what was expected.
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Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
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- Ruritania Illinois
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You're not...dumb, per se. Dumb people don't survive in Warhammer unless they serve Chaos.
You're dyslexic and had a very bad run in with Imperial Engineers who decided to mock the poor knight who can barely read because Fucking Imperials man and that kind of ruined the whole 'Learning' thing for you.
Yes, yes! That's pretty close to the idea I was shooting for, yes.
I mean, shit, Charlemagne didn't even become literate till he was a grown ass man and look at what he did!
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Thebluemage
The Wall
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- I wish I knew
Doesn't drinking from the Lady's Grail give the questing knight superhuman abilities or something? If that was the case, would it be possible that drinking it would also cure a learning disability such as what we seem to have?
My first thought when I saw that Learning score was 'Were his parents brother and sister?'
Then I saw that he's dyslexic and I felt a little bad.
Then I saw that he's dyslexic and I felt a little bad.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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We need a good steward. Also a good spymaster.
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
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- Ruritania Illinois
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That is also an option, yes. Brute forcing it is...also possible.
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We can fight through it on our own! I mean, the Lady blesses, but we can deal with this. Since we aren't Slow or an Imbecile (both of which are totally traits we could have had if Voik wanted us to) that means we're just as likely to learn how to work through it in time as anyone.
Also, 9 intrigue isn't actually that bad. I mean, it's not good, but it's not 'And then I told all of the state secrets to the pretty lady and why does my drink taste funny.'
People are just too used to characters with godlike 'everything' stats that they forget that their own Intrigue might well be lower than 9 IRL.
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Merc gonna merc ya
But at that point, we be a meatpuppet for the lady pretty much.
Pure utter devotion and being a combat juggernaut to survive the quest is needed to be a grail knight. We aren't one.
Thebluemage
The Wall
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- I wish I knew
Honestly this alone makes the protagonist extremely interesting to me! I'm hyped for this quest!
You're right! Who needs magic when we have the power of determination!We can fight through it on our own! I mean, the Lady blesses, but we can deal with this. Since we aren't Slow or an Imbecile (both of which are totally traits we could have had if Voik wanted us to) that means we're just as likely to learn how to work through it in time as anyone.
Also, 9 intrigue isn't actually that bad. I mean, it's not good, but it's not 'And then I told all of the state secrets to the pretty lady and why does my drink taste funny.'
People are just too used to characters with godlike 'everything' stats that they forget that their own Intrigue might well be lower than 9 IRL.
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- Location
- West Michigan
Mousillon. Mousillon deserves this.
Also Parravon.
In the CK2 mod, becoming a Grail Knight does the following:
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customizer = no [Ruler Customizer is disabled for all traits in the mod]
health = 15 [this guarantees 200+ year natural lifespans]
martial = 5 [The quests all have major stat inflation, so this is still really good ingame]
religious = yes [Lose the trait if you convert to a different religion]
combat_rating = 3 [Base combat rating is zero. Optimized Elves and Blood Dragons can get to 14.]
ai_zeal = 100 [More likely to war against religious enemies]
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
- Location
- Getter Valhalla
Huh? The Lady doesn't directly control Grail Knights, she's just heavily blessed them.
And we rolled almost as good as possible for Martial and Piety, so we're all ready well off to eventually succeed at our Quest.
Some interpretations (mostly KnightErrants to be honest) Grail Knights are an extension of the Lady's will. They retain their individuality, but they cannot go against the Lady's law or even bend the rules of chivalry or honor.
They aren't really human anymore. Note that descriptions of grail knights when they are wounded is that at least some of them bleed *light* instead of blood.
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Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
- Location
- Murica
I will be playing this quest as if we were a significantly more competent Don Quixote.
- Location
- USA
So could we maybe have a dyslexia trait added to the character sheet to make it more evident for new players and to remind us why we have the low learning score. It would also if we ever mitigate or reduce it provide a nice trait that can be changed and referenced. Though at least we have amazing martial and piety (I assume you rolled d20s for the stats).
Inheiritance
Voikirium
SV's Estalia Guy
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- Ruritania Illinois
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"Would everyone kindly follow me, please? Thank you!"
The sounds of squealing, dying men and the smell of sizzling bacon. How do these little towns become the sight of such slaughter?
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You kick through the timber, smashing it into a hundred pieces. "Father! Father! Where are you, father?"
There's a wet, gurgling sound like meat sliding off a hook before you hear metal slam on the ground. Instantly you're running towards the sound, breaking everything that stands before you into bits.
It takes you but a moment to burst into the storeroom. Six orc carcasses lie broken and bleeding on the ground, blood poured out like wine. Instantly your eyes zoom to where black armor lies, broken and cut open from the helmet to the waist and it is with a wave of tears that you realize you can see your father's ribs. "Ma grande..."
"Father!" You run to him, feet stomping on the ground as you cradle him, this giant of a man, who you knew to be unkillable. "No, no! You've got to live, and I've got to save you!"
"Son, as much as the Lady loves an honest and virtuous soul, I do not...think, even for you, that She would come down. All men need to rest at some point."
"Please..."
You can't help it: you cry. Kneeling over your father, you fold your hands and begin to beseech the Lady in as clear a voice as you can to save him. "Please, please, the people deserve better than a dunce! They deserve him!"
"What...what have I said, about talking about yourself like that, huh?" He smiles gently up at you, grabbing your hand. "A dunce couldn't save five-hundred people while under fire." Your father coughs, hacking up blood. "I promise you, now...you can protect them, and all else will fall into place." He breathes softly, and his eyes grow wide. "Do not overburden yourself with grief, my Son. Where I go, it is beautiful." And with that he breathes his last.
By the time saintly Sir Aldric comes to you, a fortnight has passed from the battle. Aside from finding food and water, you have not moved from your spot, deep in prayer, knees folded under you, head bowed and hands crossed, begging the Lady to take his soul.
He gently places a chainmail hand over your shoulder, before guiding you up. "Your tears do you credit, Sir, but your people have need of a Duke and your father has need of a burial."
You gently scoop up his body, holding it in front of you. The walk back to the capital is a quiet one, neither you nor Saint Aldric speaking.
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The funeral is quieter still. The only sound is the soft patter of rain on the clean streets as peasants and knights from around the duchy gather to pay their respects, dressed in their finest clothes. Dressed in your finest armor, broad steel greatsword strapped to your back, you bow your head and begin to speak.
"Most Reverd Lady of the Lake,
we who are your servants did battle with evil in your name, and in that battle men fell. In that battle, my father fell. Such is the way of things. But I throw myself on the ground to you and ask only two things: that you guide my father to rest...
...and that you guide me to victory over the greenskin swine who murdered him, that his death shall not have been in vain."
"If she wishes, it shall be so." There are steps on the hard stone as a black-haired woman walks up to your stage. Immediately, you kneel in reverence, for you know this woman.
Not by name, but by duty. A blessed Damsel of the Lady. She has a sword, crusted with gold and jewels. "The Enchantress sends her warmest regards to the new Duke Folcard." At that, you catch your sister mouthing something but the moment passes. With a quick swipe of the blade to the left, its flat rests on your shoulder. "I know you took the oath of a Household knight when traveling with Sir Aldric, but there is one you need to make. Speak it with me, if you will." The two of you speak as one:
The sounds of squealing, dying men and the smell of sizzling bacon. How do these little towns become the sight of such slaughter?
---
You kick through the timber, smashing it into a hundred pieces. "Father! Father! Where are you, father?"
There's a wet, gurgling sound like meat sliding off a hook before you hear metal slam on the ground. Instantly you're running towards the sound, breaking everything that stands before you into bits.
It takes you but a moment to burst into the storeroom. Six orc carcasses lie broken and bleeding on the ground, blood poured out like wine. Instantly your eyes zoom to where black armor lies, broken and cut open from the helmet to the waist and it is with a wave of tears that you realize you can see your father's ribs. "Ma grande..."
"Father!" You run to him, feet stomping on the ground as you cradle him, this giant of a man, who you knew to be unkillable. "No, no! You've got to live, and I've got to save you!"
"Son, as much as the Lady loves an honest and virtuous soul, I do not...think, even for you, that She would come down. All men need to rest at some point."
"Please..."
You can't help it: you cry. Kneeling over your father, you fold your hands and begin to beseech the Lady in as clear a voice as you can to save him. "Please, please, the people deserve better than a dunce! They deserve him!"
"What...what have I said, about talking about yourself like that, huh?" He smiles gently up at you, grabbing your hand. "A dunce couldn't save five-hundred people while under fire." Your father coughs, hacking up blood. "I promise you, now...you can protect them, and all else will fall into place." He breathes softly, and his eyes grow wide. "Do not overburden yourself with grief, my Son. Where I go, it is beautiful." And with that he breathes his last.
By the time saintly Sir Aldric comes to you, a fortnight has passed from the battle. Aside from finding food and water, you have not moved from your spot, deep in prayer, knees folded under you, head bowed and hands crossed, begging the Lady to take his soul.
He gently places a chainmail hand over your shoulder, before guiding you up. "Your tears do you credit, Sir, but your people have need of a Duke and your father has need of a burial."
You gently scoop up his body, holding it in front of you. The walk back to the capital is a quiet one, neither you nor Saint Aldric speaking.
---
The funeral is quieter still. The only sound is the soft patter of rain on the clean streets as peasants and knights from around the duchy gather to pay their respects, dressed in their finest clothes. Dressed in your finest armor, broad steel greatsword strapped to your back, you bow your head and begin to speak.
"Most Reverd Lady of the Lake,
we who are your servants did battle with evil in your name, and in that battle men fell. In that battle, my father fell. Such is the way of things. But I throw myself on the ground to you and ask only two things: that you guide my father to rest...
...and that you guide me to victory over the greenskin swine who murdered him, that his death shall not have been in vain."
"If she wishes, it shall be so." There are steps on the hard stone as a black-haired woman walks up to your stage. Immediately, you kneel in reverence, for you know this woman.
Not by name, but by duty. A blessed Damsel of the Lady. She has a sword, crusted with gold and jewels. "The Enchantress sends her warmest regards to the new Duke Folcard." At that, you catch your sister mouthing something but the moment passes. With a quick swipe of the blade to the left, its flat rests on your shoulder. "I know you took the oath of a Household knight when traveling with Sir Aldric, but there is one you need to make. Speak it with me, if you will." The two of you speak as one:
"When the clarion call is sounded,
I will ride out and fight in the name of liege and Lady."
The blade moves to the right, and rests on your shoulder once more.
"Whilst I draw breath lands bequeathed unto me will remain untainted by evil.
Honor is all! Chivalry is all!"
I will ride out and fight in the name of liege and Lady."
The blade moves to the right, and rests on your shoulder once more.
"Whilst I draw breath lands bequeathed unto me will remain untainted by evil.
Honor is all! Chivalry is all!"
And with that, she raises the blade up sharply, holding it high over her head. " Duke Abraham is dead! All hail Philip August Folcard, Duke of the Lady, protector of the Lands, and defender of the People!" The crowd takes up the roar as you stand once more and unsheathe your own blade, which glints in the sunlight, the greatsword beautiful.
"I swear by my blood: My father will be avenged!"
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First turn will most likely be up tomorrow. Sorry, but I got homework to do.
"I swear by my blood: My father will be avenged!"
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First turn will most likely be up tomorrow. Sorry, but I got homework to do.
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Also, @Voikirium , do we have any sort of trait to represent the 'Ain't got no time to be hurt by Guns' trait that all that are as pious as us have?