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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

Warlantern Fantasy Battle
32nd Nachgeheim 2512
Early afternoon


Prince Ahmose leads us towards the throne room, an escort of Tomb Guard marching in perfect time beside us. Meister Glook is taking the whole thing in his stride, though none of his men wanted to enter any of Lybaras' structures. For some reason Aranei can't seem to stop stroking the hilt of her dagger. I'm not sure what she thinks it would do; the locals don't have vulnerable points.

"Ambassador."

Before I arrived, I had wondered what the voice of someone without any obvious physical way of forming words would sound like. Would it be raspy? Whispery? Would their teeth click together as they talk? No, none of that. They don't move their mouths as they speak, and aside from a slight echo their voices are quite normal. According to Meister Glook, Prince Ahmose is speaking reasonable Reikspiel and as such is probably their official ambassador. It's all German to me, and I don't remember anything like enough of GCSE German to try conversing in it unaided myself.

"Your highness?"

"Explain the magic you are using upon your party."

The orange glow is rather obvious.

"A translation spell. Neither myself nor my colleagues speak High Nehekharan." Meister Glook does speak a couple of modern Nehekharan languages, but I doubt that the Queen would sully her lip-wrappings with them. "Will her majesty find it objectionable?"

"No. Some of Nehekhara's rulers would, but our Queen has stated that she is quite interested in your embassy. As such, I suspect that she will be more curious than offended. I will however caution you to do no more than that without her express authorisation."

"Of course. I thank you for your warning."

He leads us around a corner, turning away from the surprisingly intact guest quarters and towards the throne room. At the end of the corridor there's a thunk as the Tomb Guard protecting the doors to the throne room itself move as one from a 'rest' to a 'guard' position.

Prince Ahmose's eyes glow as he raises his right hand. "By the authority of our Queen, rest."

Their eyes glow faintly, then they step back to their rest positions. Prince Ahmose then strides up to the bronze-covered doors and knocks three times, the dull ringing sounding through the room. Another thing about the undead: they're a lot stronger than I thought they'd be. A living creature's strength comes from its muscles after all, and they don't have any. But Nehekhara's aristocrats derive their strength from the spells binding their souls to their corpses rather than any of their physical attributes; Prince Ahmose is far stronger now than he would have been in life.

A moment passes, and then the doors swing open.

Queen Khalida's throne is a.. relatively modest affair, though the wall behind it is clearly designed to draw attention to that part of the room. Designs in gold and bronze show scenes from mythology -or perhaps history- relating to the goddess Asaph and her champion. A small group of Tomb Guard stand in the corners of the room front and back, available but clearly not involved in the affairs of their betters.

Several skeletons stand near their queen as attendants. Though they're dressed they don't appear to have been granted mummification, so they were probably personal assistants, scribes and handmaidens in life. At her left hand stands the Hierophant, two lesser Liche Priests in turn standing a little back from him. In her right hand she holds her staff. Just before her throne stand her two personal guard… They aren't Tomb Guards; those are Tomb Princes. The wrappings and faintly glowing sigils on the armour and swords are a giveaway.

Towards the sides of the room the roof is supported by pillars, and between them stand large snake statues. They're patterned after the asp rather than the more common cobra design, but I've no doubt that if the queen ever came under attack that they would animate and smash the assailant to pieces just as surely. The 'animated statue' part of the Tomb King list came well after I stopped being interested in Warhammer so I'm not precisely sure how dangerous they are. Fortunately, I have no need to find out.

Prince Ahmose marches forward before coming to a halt a respectful distance from the throne. Then he falls to his knees before planting his face upon the floor.

"Rise, my herald."

Prince Ahmose lifts his torso, though he remains kneeling. "Oh High Queen Khalida, Wisdom of Asaph made flesh, the Voice of the Vengeful, the Lioness of the Hills, She Whose Legions Blot Out the Sun With Their Arrows, Guardian of Damned Lahmia, the Watchful Soul and the Serpent Queen. I bring to you the ambassador of the Reikland Empire."

I take that as my signal to bow, and Aranei and Meister Glook follow suit without prompting. It was interesting to know that most countries who have any dealings with the Empire call it that, much to the consternation of everyone outside of Reikland. Especially since 'reikland' literally just means 'empire place'. Which means that 'reikland empire' means 'empire place empire'.

"Paol, the Orange Lantern, cleanser of the Reikwald and scourge of the World's Edge Mountains."

Queen Khalida tilts her staff slightly, and Prince Ahmose takes that as his signal to rise fully. He then bows to the throne and carefully backs away and to the side.

"Ambassador. You may rise."

I straighten.

"High Queen Khalida. I bring you greetings from Emperor Karl Franz of the Reikland Empire-" Who is a surprisingly nice fellow. "-and from High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer of the Dwarfs-" Who is about what you'd expect. "-and King Louen Leoncoeur of Bretonnia-" Who is.. not the easiest person to have a civil conversation with, no matter how close a friend of his son you are. "-and Phoenix King Finubar the Seafarer of Ulthuan-" Or.. his ambassador to the Empire, anyway. "-and from Tzar Boris Bokha of Kislev." Ambassador again. Katarin isn't on the throne yet… Or.. perhaps I've already changed something? There is a Wood Elf ambassador in Altdorf, but after she ordered her bodyguard to shoot me I decided not to bother.

I take my scroll of authority out of my belt and hold it out. An attendant skeleton walks over, takes it with a bow and then takes it to the Hierophant. He inspects it for a moment -we included as near as we could to a High Nehekharan translation- and then nods.

Queen Khalida inclines her head very slightly to look at me. "I am surprised that such sovereigns would send an ambassador here, much less that they would do so together."

"Your majesty, in that part of the world… If something remains animate after its death, it is without exception due to the work of vampires or the disciples of.. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Though I know full well that such beings are your enemies as much of ours, that knowledge is not common. I came here because I wish to demonstrate the distinction to my masters, between intelligent beings such as yourselves and the monsters we have become all too accustomed to dealing with."

She doesn't move at all as she considers my answer.

"I thank your masters for their greetings and return them in kind. In particular, send my regards to the ruler of the Reikland, the heir of the man who struck down He Who Shall Not Be Named."

"It will be my pleasure to do so, your majesty."

"In your letters, you spoke of a grand alliance. Your masters have sent you to ask me to join. For what reason? There is no good route by land or by sea from Lybaras to their lands."

"Because of all of the rulers of Nehekhara, you are reputed to be the most… With the greatest respect to-."

"Because being undead has maddened me less." Something shows on my face. "The manias of my fellow kings and queens are not unknown to me."

"And while the mind of High King Settra the Imperishable is entirely whole, I felt that the chance of him treating with foreign rulers was.. minimal."

"An accurate judgement. But that does not explain why."

"There is something I want very much. And I believe that the best way of getting it is to encourage cooperation between all civilised people in the world. Nehekhara is the oldest human civilisation, and even now your learning in many fields outstrips that of other human nations. If we cannot aid one another with armies, we can aid one another with knowledge and agreements to respect one another's territory and property. I have -as a gift for you- books from the Imperial College of Engineers and from the Light Order. In addition, from me personally…"

I pull a small bag from my belt and hold it out. Another attendant walks over, takes it from me and then walks back to the throne before opening it and holding the opening out to its mistress. She turns her head slightly downwards, stares, then looks up at me.

"Vampire teeth?"

"I understand that you have a personal grievance against their kind. Their owners… I took measures which will make their future resurrections… Difficult."

With their souls bound to their bodies vampires can't be kept down permanently. However, throwing them into space certainly keeps them out of the way.

"Well judged." The attendant closes the bag and returns to her place. "Tell me, what is the goal which motivates you?"

"I want very much to kill the Gods of Chaos."
 
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Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, whichever of your enemies you used as ammunition will cease to be a problem.

Unless they enter a trajectory which will make them crash back on earth. Then you create a meteorite problem.

Man, when all those Pauls meet they will have crazy stories to swap.
 
Wonder if the 40k one will try something similar, creating an alliance of various powers.

I mean, compared to this setting everyone in that setting is insane and the only way to fix anything is to basically torch the whole thing and start over.
The 40k one died.

Nothing survives appearing in orbit of Terra.

We know this because it's happened before, and the response was planet destroying levels of firepower being leveled against it.
 
32nd Nachgeheim 2512
Early afternoon


Prince Ahmose leads us towards the throne room, an escort of Tomb Guard marching in perfect time beside us. Meister Glook is taking the whole thing in his stride, though none of his men wanted to enter any of Lybaras' structures. For some reason Aranei can't seem to stop stroking the hilt of her dagger. I'm not sure what she thinks it would do; the locals don't have vulnerable points.
It's a nervous twitch, I suspect. I'll bet there's quite a bit of Fear running through her right now, if Paul wasn't managing her.

"Ambassador."

Before I arrived, I had wondered what the voice of someone without any obvious physical way of forming words would sound like. Would it be raspy? Whispery? Would their teeth click together as they talk? No, none of that. They don't move their mouths as they speak, and aside from a slight echo their voices are quite normal. According to Meister Glook, Prince Ahmose is speaking reasonable Reikspiel and as such is probably their official ambassador. It's all German to me, and I don't remember anything like enough of GCSE German to try conversing in it unaided myself.
Assuming it had that much in common. While the Old World is western Europe through a lens of Moorcock and Heavy Metal, There's bound to be differences in local languages. God only knows how the Bretonnian tongue sounds. Badly mangled chivalric French?

"Your highness?"

"Explain the magic you are using upon your party."

The orange glow is rather obvious.
Kind of hard to hide. I'm guessing this Paul got the hang of filaments, at least?

"A translation spell. Neither myself nor my colleagues speak High Nehekharan." Meister Glook does speak a couple of modern Nehekharan languages, but I doubt that the Queen would sully her lip-wrappings with them. "Will her majesty find it objectionable?"
The fact that it also renders them near-invulnerable to non-magical weaponry is a minor bonus, really. Rerollable 2+ save on 3d6, perhaps?:D:V

"No. Some of Nehakhara's rulers would, but our Queen has stated that she is quite interested in your embassy. As such, I suspect that she will be more curious than offended. I will however caution you to do no more than that without her express authorisation."

"Of course. I thank you for your warning."
In other words, pull anything and you're dead, your friends are dead, and your family line for three generations will be dead. Nehakaran royalty doesn't do 'community service' as a punishment...

He leads us around a corner, turning away from the surprisingly intact guest quarters and towards the throne room. At the end of the corridor there's a thunk as the Tomb Guard protecting the doors to the throne room itself move as one from a 'rest' to a 'guard' position.

Prince Ahmose's eyes glow as he raises his right hand. "By the authority of our Queen, rest."
Ah the lovely automatic responses of 'mindless' undead...

Their eyes glow faintly, then they step back to their rest positions. Prince Ahmose then strides up to the bronze-covered doors and knocks three times, the dull ringing sounding through the room. Another thing about the undead: they're a lot stronger than I thought they'd be. A living creature's strength comes from its muscles after all, and they don't have any. But Nehakhara's aristocrats derive their strength from the spells binding their souls to their corpses rather than any of their physical attributes; Prince Ahmose is far stronger now than he would have been in life.
Yup. Many Tomb Kings warrior characters were strength 4. That's somewhere between 'fit person' and 'superheroic peak human'

A moment passes, and then the doors swing open.

Queen Khalida's throne is a.. relatively modest affair, though the wall behind it is clearly designed to draw attention to that part of the room. Designs in gold and bronze show scenes from mythology -or perhaps history- relating to the goddess Asaph and her champion. A small group of Tomb Guard stand in the corners of the room front and back, available but clearly not involved in the affairs of their betters.
A simple reminder that violence will not go unpunished.

Several skeletons stand near their queen as attendants. Though they're dressed they don't appear to have been granted mummification, so they were probably personal assistants, scribes and handmaidens in life. At her left hand stands the Hierophant, two lesser Liche Priests in turn standing a little back from him. In her right hand she holds her staff. Just before her throne stand her two personal guard… They aren't Tomb Guards, those are Tomb Princes. The wrappings and faintly glowing sigils on the armour and swords are a giveaway.
And a blatant show of Queen Khalida's power and dominion.

Towards the sides of the room the roof is supported by pillars, and between them stand large snake statues. They're patterned after the asp rather than the more common cobra design, but I've no doubt that if the queen ever came under attack that they would animate and smash the assailant to pieces just as surely. The 'animated statue' part of the Tomb King list came well after I stopped being interested in Warhammer so I'm not precisely sure how dangerous they are. Fortunately, I have no need to find out.
Eh, didn't miss much. Like the ridable bone serpents you just mentioned. And don't even mention the Ossiarchs of Age of Sigmar... We all know how Mr Zoat feels about that setting...

Prince Ahmose marches forward before coming to a halt a respectful distance from the throne. Then he falls to his knees before planting his face upon the floor.

"Rise, my herald."
Showing the due and proper respect to his master.

Prince Ahmose lifts his torso, though he remains kneeling. "Oh High Queen Khalida, Wisdom of Asaph made flesh, the Voice of the Vengeful, the Lioness of the Hills, She Whose Legions Blot Out the Sun With Their Arrows, Guardian of Damned Lahmia, the Watchful Soul and the Serpent Queen. I bring to you the ambassador of the Reikland Empire."
Ambassador? Paul has been busy.

I take that as my signal to bow, and Aranei and Meister Glook follow suit without prompting. It was interesting to know that most countries who have any dealings with the Empire call it that, much to the consternation of everyone outside of Reikland. Especially since 'reikland' literally just means 'empire place'. Which means that 'reikland empire' means 'empire place empire'.

"Paol, the Orange Lantern, cleanser of the Drakwald and scourge of the World's Edge Mountains."
A germanic spelling of his name, much like OL's 'Pavlos', eh? I suppose it makes it easier to announce himself. No surname? Would have thought an epithet like 'Beastslayer' would have been suitable...

Queen Khalida tilts her staff slightly, and Prince Ahmose takes that as his signal to rise fully. He then bows to the throne and carefully backs away and to the side.

"Ambassador. You may rise."

I straighten.
Get that diplomacy skill working, Paol. You're going to need a lot of high rolls...

"High Queen Khalida. I bring you greetings from Emperor Karl Franz of the Reikland Empire-" Who is a surprisingly nice fellow. "-and from High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer of the Dwarfs-" Who is about what you'd expect. "-and King Louen Leoncoeur of Bretonnia-" Who is.. not the easiest person to have a civil conversation with, no matter how close a friend of his son you are. "-and Phoenix King Finubar the Seafarer of Ulthuan-" Or.. his ambassador to the Empire, anyway. "-and from Tzar Boris Bokha of Kislev." Ambassador again. Katarin isn't on the throne yet… Or.. perhaps I've already changed something? There is a Wood Elf ambassador in Altdorf, but after she ordered her bodyguard to shoot me I decided not to bother.
Bloody hell, trying to assemble a complete set of rulers, Paol? This could be one of the biggest alliances ever...

I taking my scroll of authority out of my belt and holding it out. An attendant skeleton walks over, takes it with a bow and then takes it to the Hierophant. He inspects if for a moment -we included as near as we could to an Ancient Nehakharan translation- and then nods.

Queen Khalida inclines her head very slightly to look at me. "I am surprised that such sovereigns would send an ambassador here, much less that they would do so together."
Yes, noteworthy indeed. Something big is in the winds... Of Magic...

"Your majesty, in that part of the world… If something remains animate after its death, it is without exception due to the work of vampires or the disciples of.. He Who Shall Not Be Named. Though I know full well that such beings are your enemies as much of ours, that knowledge is not common. I came here because I wish to demonstrate the distinction to my masters; between intelligent beings such as yourselves and the monsters we have become all too accustomed to dealing with."
Not that they'd want to make summer palaces or anything in this part of the world... Too much sand, and heat, you know...

She doesn't move at all as she considers my answer.

"I thank your masters for their greetings and return them in kind. In particular, send my regards the ruler of the Reikland, the heir of the man who struck down He Who Shall Not Be Named."
Not a direct lineage, alas. But after two and a half thousand years, I'd be amazed if anyone of that line remained...

"It will be my pleasure to do so, your majesty."

"In your letters, you spoke of a grand alliance. Your masters have sent you to ask me to join. For what reason? There is no good route by land or by sea from Lybaras to their lands."
That part won't be a challenge. Power Rings Are Awesome.:V

"Because of all of the rulers of Nehakhara, you are reputed to be the most… With the greatest respect to-."

"Because being undead has maddened me less." Something shows on my face. "The manias of my fellow kings and queens is not unknown to me."
'Manias' is putting it lightly, in some cases. There are cities were the population repeat a single day in the Ruler's life, without an concern for the condition of their surroundings. Skeletal guards patrolling across fallen rubble and wading through sand flows, while merchants and servants play out haggling deals in the markets...

"And while the mind of High King Settra the Imperishable is entirely whole, I felt that the chance of him treating with foreign rulers was.. minimal."

"An accurate judgement. But that does not explain why."
Settra be a crazy dude, yo...

"There is something I want very much. And I believe that the best way of getting it is to encourage cooperation between all civilised people in the world. Nehakhara is the oldest human civilisation, and even now your learning in many fields outstrips those of other human nations. If we cannot aid one another with armies, we can aid one another with knowledge and agreements to respect one another's territory and property. I have -as a gift for you- books from the Imperial College of Engineers and from the Light Order. In addition, from me personally…"
Oh gods, Tomb Kings with Steam Tanks and Cannons? Not likely to happen but a scary idea...

I pull a small bag from my belt and hold it out. Another attendant walks over, takes it from me and then walks beck to the throne before opening it and holding the opening out to its mistress. She turns her head slightly downwards, stares, then looks up at me.

"Vampire teeth?"
I bet their former owners did not part with them willingly...

"I understand that you have a personal grievance against their kind. Their owners… I took measures which will make their future resurrections… Difficult."

With their souls bound to their bodies vampires can't be kept down permanently. However, throwing them into space certainly keeps them out of the way.
Yuuuuup. Hopefully in a reasonably stable orbit, or on a slow trip into the sun. Don't want them to become somewhere else's problem...

"Well judged." The attendant closes the bag and returns to her place. "Tell me, what is the goal which motivates you?"

"I want very much to kill the Gods of Chaos."
...Wat.

Well, Paol isn't thinking small, is he? That is... not a small task, and likely to trigger the end of the world one way or another. I can just picture Tzeentch planning to flip the table out of spite if he succeeds...
 
Well, Paol isn't thinking small, is he? That is... not a small task, and likely to trigger the end of the world one way or another. I can just picture Tzeentch planning to flip the table out of spite if he succeeds...
There's no way for him to succeed.

Even just kicking them off the world would likely result in one or more of the Gods dragging the entire planet into the Warp as a final fuck you to everyone living there.
 
There are lots of people who day in, day out, claim that any new idea they ever encounter someone having is impossible. They keep on claiming it, and quietly the innovator Moe's ahead and does it. Then they move on, while the naysayers keep claiming it's impossible until they eventually claim the next thing is impossible.
 
There are lots of people who day in, day out, claim that any new idea they ever encounter someone having is impossible. They keep on claiming it, and quietly the innovator Moe's ahead and does it. Then they move on, while the naysayers keep claiming it's impossible until they eventually claim the next thing is impossible.

Except Pau... Paol has as much chance of Shiving the Chaos gods as OL has of beating the asembled Elemental Embodiments. That is to say, a fart in the wind.
 
Inconsistent spelling (nehe/neha) and it's unclear whether High N. is Ancient N. or a different form.

He inspects if for a moment
if -> it

"The manias of my fellow kings and queens is not unknown to me."
number agreement: manias is -> mania is or manias are? unless manias is a technical Warhammer term I suppose
 
Byproduct of elf hate, if I understand things right. If any of the SV hardliners saw that this Paul reformed Druuchi... Mm! So much salt.
He didn't reform them, he branded them.

I wouldn't say he's fallen to Chaos but he could have become more ruthless to survive, like assimilating and mind controlling people
Warhammer Fantasy, ladies and gentlemen! One of the few universes where you don't have to feel the slightest twinge of guilt about violating another person's free will in the worst way imaginable, because some of them deserve that much or worse.

As a general rule, Druchii fit neatly into the "They Had It Coming" category.

And I just got thrown off SV again.
Wait, what? I thought you had been permabanned?

Of course, Ork life expectancy is a bit rubbish.
Apparently whenever an Ork dies Gork and Mork just stick him in another body, so that's less of a negative than you'd think.
 
Inconsistent spelling (nehe/neha) and it's unclear whether High N. is Ancient N. or a different form.
if -> it
number agreement: manias is -> mania is or manias are? unless manias is a technical Warhammer term I suppose
Thank you, corrected.
He didn't reform them, he branded them.
No, he reached into their heads and completely reprogrammed their desires.
Wait, what? I thought you had been permabanned?
That was a joke. Changing a princess to a prince..?
Apparently whenever an Ork dies Gork and Mork just stick him in another body, so that's less of a negative than you'd think.
That's what the orks believe, yes. You will note that no ork has ever been referred to as having past life memories.
 
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They could lose their memories of their previous life.
 
Paol has as much chance of Shiving the Chaos gods as OL has of beating the asembled Elemental Embodiments.
I'd give him significantly higher chance against the Chaos gods because they arose and sustain from specific types of mortal interactions (hope, despair, rage, depression I think) while Elemental Embodiments are from immortal interactions (material elements). Changing the general trends of everyday life is significantly easier and less dangerous than with local physics(which is how the Chaos Wastes formed).

Even with those trends changed you'd probably need to actually go into Chaos and kill them the same way you'd do so to any large scope energy being. Then the daemons struggle against each other for power, eventually(30secs, a decade, epochs?) a couple of them gain enough of an edge to persist, and we have a new set of signifcantly weaker Chaos gods.
 
Changing the general trends of everyday life is significantly easier and less dangerous than with local physics(which is how the Chaos Wastes formed).

It's not when the WHF chaos gods are multiversal and just pulling thier punches for the lols of it.
 
It's not when the WHF chaos gods are multiversal and just pulling their punches for the lols of it.
That's not exactly it. The Chaos Gods exist in the Warp, an parallel universe based on a form of psycho reactive magic. They can affect the material universe, but that mostly happens by causing the two to merge in places. And as far as we know they can only do that with the one material universe they're next to.
 

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