- Location
- Germany
So, now that one plan has been decided on, anyone up to calculating any success chance and starting to think about assigning omake boni?
Who Needs Harmony?: An MLP Empire Quest
- Thread starter Questor
- Start date
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
Runic Fortifications-Hardbeak Line (Autosuccess)
Abolitionist Army (Autosuccess)
Talking to Scholars (78% chance of success; base 60% + 18% Garrick's Diplomacy)
Appeal to the Praetorians (Autosuccess; Miniturn)
International Relief Effort (Autosuccess, due to Appeal to the Praetorians being undertaken at the same time)
Aggressive Agricultural Expansion (Autosuccess)
Crystal Agriculture (Autosuccess)
Sound the War Horns! (Autosuccess)
Portable Explosives (Autosuccess)
Trust but Verify (73% chance of success; base 60% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Assisted Abolitionist Raids - House Storm (73% chance of success; base 60% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Scaling the Ivory Towers (63% chance of success; base 50% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Generous Pirates (88% chance of success; base 75% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Ancient Empire Excavations (Autosuccess)
Abolitionist Army (Autosuccess)
Talking to Scholars (78% chance of success; base 60% + 18% Garrick's Diplomacy)
Appeal to the Praetorians (Autosuccess; Miniturn)
International Relief Effort (Autosuccess, due to Appeal to the Praetorians being undertaken at the same time)
Aggressive Agricultural Expansion (Autosuccess)
Crystal Agriculture (Autosuccess)
Sound the War Horns! (Autosuccess)
Portable Explosives (Autosuccess)
Trust but Verify (73% chance of success; base 60% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Assisted Abolitionist Raids - House Storm (73% chance of success; base 60% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Scaling the Ivory Towers (63% chance of success; base 50% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Generous Pirates (88% chance of success; base 75% + 13% Garrick's Intrigue)
Ancient Empire Excavations (Autosuccess)
- Location
- Germany
Wasn´t "International Relief Effort" only an auto-sucess if the mini-turn cause by "Appeal to the Preatorians" suceeds?
Otherwise thank you-
- Location
- USA
We have plenty of omakes in the vault to add to anything
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
I was under the impression that, as long as both "International Relief Effort" and "Appeal to the Preatorians" were taken on the same turn, "International Relief Effort" would become an autosuccess, but it might not be a bad idea to ask the QM about this...
In case it is like you say, then International Relief Effort should be 78% chance of success (60% base + 18% Garrick's Diplomacy).
- Location
- USA
My understanding is that it will only auto succeed if the praetorian action succeeds
Can I just say that when I started to make Total War Disharmony omakes, I didn't expect there to be a flood of people taking the concept and starting to lock my options by posting things first with the same naming scheme, thus messing up the different omake continuities into one?
As is, I'm now completely bamboozeld and unable to write some of my ideas because of this.
As is, I'm now completely bamboozeld and unable to write some of my ideas because of this.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Just label your own omakes as "unmodded" or "No DLC".
Or what if the people that jumped in and took over changed their naming schemes instead of copying mine?
- Location
- USA
Another way to look at it is that your idea was just that damn good that others wanted to do the same, but you should still do your own i would very much like to see them regardless.Or what if the people that jumped in and took over changed their naming schemes instead of copying mine?
I changed the title a bit to differentiate it and emphasis the more vague nature a bit, sorry for the trouble...
edit: I admit, it is a little fun to theorycraft total warish nations, even with my more general omake, mostly going off of general notes from the quests for such an idea.
edit: I admit, it is a little fun to theorycraft total warish nations, even with my more general omake, mostly going off of general notes from the quests for such an idea.
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- Location
- Hell, or at least the closest place to it
I will place my plus 10 on talking to the Scholars action.
Thank you.I changed the title a bit to differentiate it and emphasis the more vague nature a bit, sorry for the trouble...
if you don't signal the GM about these decisions, they are likely not noticed...
- Location
- USA
- Location
- Hell, or at least the closest place to it
..... I knew I forgot something. Eternal shame is mine. Sorry and thank you.
Ancient Scholar
Amateur Editor/Beta
- Location
- United States
Are you still writing a part 2?
- Location
- NJ
Or the rest of our family like our wife and her extended family, and our Dragon daughter.
Yes, but the inspiration keeps escaping me. Everything I write seems to come out forced, which obviously won't do.
Ancient Scholar
Amateur Editor/Beta
- Location
- United States
Maybe this can be inspiration? Or maybe check out some lets plats and see if anything works?
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- Location
- USA
that is true to @Questor is there any plans for family stuff like that or even just our son talking to his friends and "girlfriend"
Ancient Scholar
Amateur Editor/Beta
- Location
- United States
Equestria seems to be onba different contentint from us or something. Has been said if the Griffons living near them from canon are their own group seperate from us, maybe dropped there during the time of Discord, or not existing since they will be our future descendents?
- Location
- Somewhere
Questor answered this a long time ago. I don't want to look for it, so you can doubt me.
This quest takes place in an AU, because the players chose the DIscord Era, everything from around the two seconds before Discord is removed from control of the planet, the universe, your grandmother's sock, and his bathtub.
Discord Era being chosen is the reason that Questor then placed the locations of pretty much every location in the "MLP:FiM" canon not according to the MLP canon, as technically the players did not start in MLP canon.
The Griffons living near Equestria in canon are the Griffon descendents of our Griffon nation, which will not likely happen in this quest.
Grogar Summons a Demon (Non-Canon April Fools Omake)
- Location
- Maryland
Grogar, Dread King of Tambalon and Supreme Arch-Necromancer, stared out across the ancient, subterranean amphitheater. Gathered before and beneath the raised platform from which he stood were hundreds of sentients of every race, age and nationality, their robed forms chanting in unison as, behind him, his most skilled and learned subordinates finished carving the arcane symbols necessary for the beginning of the ritual.
And it was indeed, THE ritual, for after this, there would be no need for any other. The ancient caprine had spent decades scouring the globe for scraps of knowledge and forbidden lore before finally stumbling upon the unholy grail of dark magic: a means to bridge the gap between the material and immaterial realms. A ritual to summon a servant of the eldritch beings that originated from and resided within that realm of swirling power.
A ritual to summon a Daemon.
And so for years, Grogar had toiled, gathering followers and occult artifacts to aid in his preparations. As time had passed, as he became more and more focused upon his desire to commit the ultimate pinnacle of dark magic, he swore he could feel the demon itself guiding him along the path to its summoning. It spoke to him in a hushed voice that only he could hear, whispering promises. Promises of immortality.
Grogar's necromantic skills had allowed him to cheat death for over a century beyond what nature would have otherwise allowed...but it was far from a pleasant existence. His dead flesh could not feel, could not taste, could not heal from even the slightest wound. And so the prospect of true immortality drove him forward on his quest with renewed fervor.
It had taken years, and his endless attempts to acquire reagents and arcane artifacts had brought him into conflict with both Equestria and the Empire of Gryphus...but as he stood upon the dias, at the precipice of ultimate victory over the reaper itself, he felt nothing but a sense of triumph as he turned to regard his captives.
The ritual was a complex thing, the most complicated piece of thaumotology he'd ever witnessed in his many decades of unlife. The Daemon was a being of great power after all, and to drag such a being from one realm and into another would require an even greater amount of energy. Hence the location of the ritual. An ancient amphitheater, positioned along a prominent leyline, constructed many centuries before the rise of Discord by a cult that had sought to do something quite similar to what he sought to do now. The cracked stone beneath his dark hooves was virtually overflowing with a millennium's worth of built up arcane power...but even that wouldn't be enough.
That was where the sacrifices came in.
Grogar turned and beheld his captives. Three princesses, kidnapped by his followers from a diplomatic summit which had ironically been called in an attempt to coordinate a response to his increasingly frequent raids against their respective kingdoms. The twin alicorns were chained to a pair of matching black obelisks, bound and gagged with restraints if pure Orichalcum, the only thing on this earth that could hope to contain their divine wrath. The Lunar diarch violently struggled against her bonds, her muffled curses and obscenities just barely audible over the chanting of the Arch-Necromancers followers. Her elder sister, by contrast, seemed content to bore a hole in him with her eyes, as if hoping that she could make him burst into flames through sheer force of will and concentration. Capturing the two had been a great stroke of luck. Two of his greatest foes, perhaps the only beings on the planet that could have rivaled him in sheer magical might, now at his mercy.
Compared to them, the third may very well have been dismissed as a mere filling of the quota, but Grogar knew better. Gleaming Pearl, the Princess of the Crystal Ponies, had meddled in his schemes many times in the past. The damnable Crystalmancer and her family had set his plans back by years with their raids on his hideouts and arrests of some of his most influential followers. But now, here he was, his ultimate victory at hoof, and with the young maiden at his mercy, spread eagle upon the altar as she awaited her inevitable demise and the consumption of her very soul.
Grogar allowed himself a smile as the chanting reached a crescendo, the faint glow in the etchings upon the walls announcing that everything was finally in place, and the otherworldly voice returned for what he knew would be the final time, urging him to go forth and spill the blood of the royals to summon him into existence.
Grogar approached the prone form of the Crystal Princess, who stared defiantly back up at him as he readied the ceremonial dagger to plunge into her heart. As the chants of his followers echoed off the cavernous walls of the temple, as Luna's vain attempts at escape reached a fever pitch, as the temperature of the chamber rose an entire degree in response to Celestia's seething, impotent rage, he spoke the forbidden words he had found within the ancient tome so very long ago.
egassem sdrawkcab egassem sdrawkcab
hsenaals, elgrun, hcteezt, enrohk
llac ym raeh
syob gnippord ew erehw
As he spoke the ancient words of power, the infernal runes around him glowed brighter, the very air seeming to vibrate with barely contained arcane energy. Grogar stared out upon the hundreds of beings gathered below, each and every one of them waiting with baited breath for him to plunge the blade onto the Imperial Princess and being the ritual that would see their "new master" come forth.
The fools. The moment the Daemon materialized in the mortal realm, each and every one of their souls would be consumed by the being. Immortality didn't come cheap after all. Still, Grogar had always been a sucker for grandstanding, and if this wasn't a captive audience he didn't know what was.
"The incantation is complete brothers! All that remains is to cast these sacrificial lambs-"
"Ponies."
Grogar gave the restrained Imperial Princess a death glare. She merely raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like he could threaten her after all, he was already about to kill her and feed her soul to a daemon. He was regretting his decision not to gag her as he had the alicorns behind him. He'd hoped she'd face her death screaming and pleading for mercy like a good little damsel in distress but no, that just wasn't good enough for her it seemed.
He took a breath and continued.
"-these sacrificial lambs to the great devourer, to bring him forth into the mortal realm and smite our enemies."
The caprine stared down at the chained Crystal Princess, a wicked smile upon his face.
"Does the sacrifice have any last words before their soul is ripped from their mortal frame and cast into the void for the unspeakable one?"
He had expected a plea for mercy, or a quite whimper, or even a defiant statement that he would never win. But Gleaming Pearl seemed to take great pleasure in defying his expectations.
"I have a question, actually."
He blinked...then chuckled.
"You want to know why, don't you? Why you're about to die and have your soul fed to appease a being behind your comprehension?"
Pearl shook her head.
"Oh no, I think the why is fairly self evident. It's just..."
Grogar grunted impatiently, the wavy dagger clutched in his magic positioning itself over her.
"Just what?"
The adoptive daughter of the First Emperor stared up at him, a strange glimmer in her eye.
"The daemon you're trying to summon...do you know it's name?"
Grogar stared. Something was wrong.
"What?"
The Crystal Pony smirked at him. Behind him, the lunar princess's thrashings halted as Celestia's death glare changed to a look of confusion.
"That old book you found with all the details of this little ritual...well, we found one of its pages...the page with it's true name, written for all the world to see."
The voice that only he could hear, the dark presence within his mind that had promised him immortality, the being whose whispers never faded, had gone suddenly, deathly silent.
Gleaming Pearl shifted her head, looking out over the crowd of robed acolytes, staring up in confusion at this strange princess.
"Hey! Did you guys know that the demon you're trying to summon is named Kevin?"
There was a terrible, utterly still silence.
Briefly, Grogar swore he could hear the twisted voice of the creature from beyond the veil mutter something that sounded an awful lot like "oh for f#ck's sake". Whatever his otherworldly benefactor was saying was promptly drowned out however, as the amphitheater exploded into pandemonium.
"Kevin? Did she say Kevin?"
"What kind of a name is Kevin for a greater daemon?""
"Was Zorn the Unspeakable too busy or something?"
"Not even K'eh'vhinn or something? Just Kevin?"
Grogar shook, literally vibrating with rage. Princess Pearl just smiled infuriatingly up at him. Behind him, he could barely make out what he momentarily thought were choking noises emanating from behind the gags of Celestia and Luna...
No. Not choking. Laughing.
Laughing at him.
That was it.
"SHUT UP!"
His voice, boosted by his own magic and aided by the underground chamber's natural acoustics, echoed off the walls, silencing the horde beneath him.
"Shut up and serve your purpose you miserable cretins! How dare you question me!"
Spittle flew from his mouth, his heart rate skyrocketing as a rage he'd never felt before gripped him, the dagger clattering onto the dias, forgotten.
"My glory is at hoof and you dare to pester me with insipid questions?! I came here to be reborn immortal! I came here to claim my ascension! Not to face your third degree! This isn't a damned cross examination!"
Grogar, Dread King of Tambalon and Supreme Arch-Necromancer, screamed in rage.
"For the Dark God's sakes! I didn't expect a Griffon Inquisition!"
The ceiling exploded, chunks of stone and masonry falling down upon the clustered acolytes below, crushing dozens beneath their multi-ton weight as a thousand Imperial Knights descended upon them through the hole they'd blasted.
And at their very head, eyes red with rage, his father's flaming rune-sword clutched in both talons as he dove straight towards the Dark Lord, was the Emperor Gawain Golden-Feather.
The last noise a panicked Grogar ever heard was not the chants of his mindless followers, nor the whispers of a being beyond mortal comprehension, but a thunderous war cry that tore from a thousand and one throats as his withered body was skewered and incinerated in a singular instant.
"NOBODY EXPECTS THE GRIFFON INQUISITION!"
And it was indeed, THE ritual, for after this, there would be no need for any other. The ancient caprine had spent decades scouring the globe for scraps of knowledge and forbidden lore before finally stumbling upon the unholy grail of dark magic: a means to bridge the gap between the material and immaterial realms. A ritual to summon a servant of the eldritch beings that originated from and resided within that realm of swirling power.
A ritual to summon a Daemon.
And so for years, Grogar had toiled, gathering followers and occult artifacts to aid in his preparations. As time had passed, as he became more and more focused upon his desire to commit the ultimate pinnacle of dark magic, he swore he could feel the demon itself guiding him along the path to its summoning. It spoke to him in a hushed voice that only he could hear, whispering promises. Promises of immortality.
Grogar's necromantic skills had allowed him to cheat death for over a century beyond what nature would have otherwise allowed...but it was far from a pleasant existence. His dead flesh could not feel, could not taste, could not heal from even the slightest wound. And so the prospect of true immortality drove him forward on his quest with renewed fervor.
It had taken years, and his endless attempts to acquire reagents and arcane artifacts had brought him into conflict with both Equestria and the Empire of Gryphus...but as he stood upon the dias, at the precipice of ultimate victory over the reaper itself, he felt nothing but a sense of triumph as he turned to regard his captives.
The ritual was a complex thing, the most complicated piece of thaumotology he'd ever witnessed in his many decades of unlife. The Daemon was a being of great power after all, and to drag such a being from one realm and into another would require an even greater amount of energy. Hence the location of the ritual. An ancient amphitheater, positioned along a prominent leyline, constructed many centuries before the rise of Discord by a cult that had sought to do something quite similar to what he sought to do now. The cracked stone beneath his dark hooves was virtually overflowing with a millennium's worth of built up arcane power...but even that wouldn't be enough.
That was where the sacrifices came in.
Grogar turned and beheld his captives. Three princesses, kidnapped by his followers from a diplomatic summit which had ironically been called in an attempt to coordinate a response to his increasingly frequent raids against their respective kingdoms. The twin alicorns were chained to a pair of matching black obelisks, bound and gagged with restraints if pure Orichalcum, the only thing on this earth that could hope to contain their divine wrath. The Lunar diarch violently struggled against her bonds, her muffled curses and obscenities just barely audible over the chanting of the Arch-Necromancers followers. Her elder sister, by contrast, seemed content to bore a hole in him with her eyes, as if hoping that she could make him burst into flames through sheer force of will and concentration. Capturing the two had been a great stroke of luck. Two of his greatest foes, perhaps the only beings on the planet that could have rivaled him in sheer magical might, now at his mercy.
Compared to them, the third may very well have been dismissed as a mere filling of the quota, but Grogar knew better. Gleaming Pearl, the Princess of the Crystal Ponies, had meddled in his schemes many times in the past. The damnable Crystalmancer and her family had set his plans back by years with their raids on his hideouts and arrests of some of his most influential followers. But now, here he was, his ultimate victory at hoof, and with the young maiden at his mercy, spread eagle upon the altar as she awaited her inevitable demise and the consumption of her very soul.
Grogar allowed himself a smile as the chanting reached a crescendo, the faint glow in the etchings upon the walls announcing that everything was finally in place, and the otherworldly voice returned for what he knew would be the final time, urging him to go forth and spill the blood of the royals to summon him into existence.
Grogar approached the prone form of the Crystal Princess, who stared defiantly back up at him as he readied the ceremonial dagger to plunge into her heart. As the chants of his followers echoed off the cavernous walls of the temple, as Luna's vain attempts at escape reached a fever pitch, as the temperature of the chamber rose an entire degree in response to Celestia's seething, impotent rage, he spoke the forbidden words he had found within the ancient tome so very long ago.
egassem sdrawkcab egassem sdrawkcab
hsenaals, elgrun, hcteezt, enrohk
llac ym raeh
syob gnippord ew erehw
As he spoke the ancient words of power, the infernal runes around him glowed brighter, the very air seeming to vibrate with barely contained arcane energy. Grogar stared out upon the hundreds of beings gathered below, each and every one of them waiting with baited breath for him to plunge the blade onto the Imperial Princess and being the ritual that would see their "new master" come forth.
The fools. The moment the Daemon materialized in the mortal realm, each and every one of their souls would be consumed by the being. Immortality didn't come cheap after all. Still, Grogar had always been a sucker for grandstanding, and if this wasn't a captive audience he didn't know what was.
"The incantation is complete brothers! All that remains is to cast these sacrificial lambs-"
"Ponies."
Grogar gave the restrained Imperial Princess a death glare. She merely raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like he could threaten her after all, he was already about to kill her and feed her soul to a daemon. He was regretting his decision not to gag her as he had the alicorns behind him. He'd hoped she'd face her death screaming and pleading for mercy like a good little damsel in distress but no, that just wasn't good enough for her it seemed.
He took a breath and continued.
"-these sacrificial lambs to the great devourer, to bring him forth into the mortal realm and smite our enemies."
The caprine stared down at the chained Crystal Princess, a wicked smile upon his face.
"Does the sacrifice have any last words before their soul is ripped from their mortal frame and cast into the void for the unspeakable one?"
He had expected a plea for mercy, or a quite whimper, or even a defiant statement that he would never win. But Gleaming Pearl seemed to take great pleasure in defying his expectations.
"I have a question, actually."
He blinked...then chuckled.
"You want to know why, don't you? Why you're about to die and have your soul fed to appease a being behind your comprehension?"
Pearl shook her head.
"Oh no, I think the why is fairly self evident. It's just..."
Grogar grunted impatiently, the wavy dagger clutched in his magic positioning itself over her.
"Just what?"
The adoptive daughter of the First Emperor stared up at him, a strange glimmer in her eye.
"The daemon you're trying to summon...do you know it's name?"
Grogar stared. Something was wrong.
"What?"
The Crystal Pony smirked at him. Behind him, the lunar princess's thrashings halted as Celestia's death glare changed to a look of confusion.
"That old book you found with all the details of this little ritual...well, we found one of its pages...the page with it's true name, written for all the world to see."
The voice that only he could hear, the dark presence within his mind that had promised him immortality, the being whose whispers never faded, had gone suddenly, deathly silent.
Gleaming Pearl shifted her head, looking out over the crowd of robed acolytes, staring up in confusion at this strange princess.
"Hey! Did you guys know that the demon you're trying to summon is named Kevin?"
There was a terrible, utterly still silence.
Briefly, Grogar swore he could hear the twisted voice of the creature from beyond the veil mutter something that sounded an awful lot like "oh for f#ck's sake". Whatever his otherworldly benefactor was saying was promptly drowned out however, as the amphitheater exploded into pandemonium.
"Kevin? Did she say Kevin?"
"What kind of a name is Kevin for a greater daemon?""
"Was Zorn the Unspeakable too busy or something?"
"Not even K'eh'vhinn or something? Just Kevin?"
Grogar shook, literally vibrating with rage. Princess Pearl just smiled infuriatingly up at him. Behind him, he could barely make out what he momentarily thought were choking noises emanating from behind the gags of Celestia and Luna...
No. Not choking. Laughing.
Laughing at him.
That was it.
"SHUT UP!"
His voice, boosted by his own magic and aided by the underground chamber's natural acoustics, echoed off the walls, silencing the horde beneath him.
"Shut up and serve your purpose you miserable cretins! How dare you question me!"
Spittle flew from his mouth, his heart rate skyrocketing as a rage he'd never felt before gripped him, the dagger clattering onto the dias, forgotten.
"My glory is at hoof and you dare to pester me with insipid questions?! I came here to be reborn immortal! I came here to claim my ascension! Not to face your third degree! This isn't a damned cross examination!"
Grogar, Dread King of Tambalon and Supreme Arch-Necromancer, screamed in rage.
"For the Dark God's sakes! I didn't expect a Griffon Inquisition!"
The ceiling exploded, chunks of stone and masonry falling down upon the clustered acolytes below, crushing dozens beneath their multi-ton weight as a thousand Imperial Knights descended upon them through the hole they'd blasted.
And at their very head, eyes red with rage, his father's flaming rune-sword clutched in both talons as he dove straight towards the Dark Lord, was the Emperor Gawain Golden-Feather.
The last noise a panicked Grogar ever heard was not the chants of his mindless followers, nor the whispers of a being beyond mortal comprehension, but a thunderous war cry that tore from a thousand and one throats as his withered body was skewered and incinerated in a singular instant.
"NOBODY EXPECTS THE GRIFFON INQUISITION!"
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