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Gramps' quest for a stable family (HP / Overlord/Homm crossover quest)

Winter 1984
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[X]Primary Skill: Life Magic.
[X]Secondary skill: Magic resistance (Combat)
[X]Let her choose. Will open her SL.
[X]Great Library: +10 To learning related rolls.
[X] Agatha broke in the safe. Nobody knows how, or why, but the golden coffer that was found years ago was stolen. While she may not be up to anything dangerous, this was still Agatha, supervision was necessary. (100)

[/SPOILER]



Winter 1984



December 10th 1984

[X] Find sources of building materials. Your contacts went out of business not that long ago, and you need good sources if you don't want to keep paying so much for them. Guaranteed access to Wood and Stone production facilities. Chance of getting access to Gems, Crystal, Sulfur, or Mercury production facilities.
Cost: 40 000 Galleons

It took him quite a bit of maneuvering, what with the more and more alarming reports he was receiving, but in the end, it seemed his offers found some sellers. While he had focused on wood and stone producers, it just so happened that he managed to suborn a diamond mine and an alchemist.

Assorted producer business: +8 Wood, + 8 Stone, + 2 Gems, +2 Sulfur / Turn



[X] Develop the land (Free action):
-[X]Gold mine:
Cost: 5000 Galleons. Reward: 1 000 G/Turn, 1d6-3 Native Gold / turn afterwards.

The construction of the mine went very well. In fact, it went so well that it started producing gold immediately.

+1000 Galleons, +1 Native Gold.



January 2nd 1985


[X] Civilian infrastructure. (Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built: One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
-[X]Tavern: Cost: 25 000G.
Increases morale for standing army, Information on other players

Perhaps it was Dace's newfound interest architecture or good weather, however, the tavern was up and running rather quickly. As Dace was inspecting the building incognito while the workers were relaxing there, he heard something interesting.

[Rumor has it that house elves were behaving strangely as of late.]

His eyes narrowed as he drank some firewhiskey. It seemed the Overlord was shoring up his strength. Why, however, was a worrying question. The answer was even more worrying. The Overlord attacking the Ministry would offer Riddle the opening he needed to attack him instead.

[X] Send word to Rufus. [Since you're allied, Dace's sense of Justice compels him to do it]
[] Don't, he's busy enough already.

More intel on Riddle's strategy, increased SL with Rufus Scrimgeour, increased chance of Order faction survival.



February 14th 1985


Learning: Actions: 2 (1+Learning over 25)
[X] The old tales are sometimes true. Brush up on your knowledge, after all each time something supernatural happened, a wizard was behind it. Variable results, autopass, may be taken multiple times.
Rolled 4 + 10 (great Library) = 14 Failure due to related critical.

[X]Survey the land. You'll never know what you can find by running around, but at the very least, you'll know the land's map.
70 / 40 / 30 chances of success. May be taken multiple times.
Rolled: 1+ 10(great library) = 11. Critical failure (mitigated)

It started well enough, the survey had revealed several pieces of useful information, even if Dace couldn't make head of tails of it because his research got interrupted by Hassan, who was whining, a giant brush in his jaw.

Having a dog was hard work, especially if he was pony sized.

Still, he was spending his time leisurely brushing his dog, who was on his back, eyes closed and tongue lolling around, when somebody knocked at his new study's door.

"Enter." He began rubbing the beast's belly, causing it to chuff in delight, tail hitting the ground repeatedly with a dull thumping sound.

Martha came in, the slight creases on her dress indicating she ran here.

"My l- Mister Gwallawg." She smoothed her dress, before curtseying slightly. "We have unannounced guests. Albus Dumbledore and a retinue have arrived. They have been led to one of the waiting rooms."

Dace held back a groan and got up, making the canine at his feet jump up to his four and follow him as he got out his living room. The hallways here tall and arched with an organic design of paper thin ivies behind which small, glowing inclusions were shining a green light in a hallway, giving the impression that this hallway was made of leaves under the sun, instead of within a stone castle.

As he was entering the waiting room, he took a moment to take stock of the situation.

Albus Dumbledore was wearing a hot pink robe charmed to have yellow birds flying on it and currently sat in a chair under the sun, his good hand poking at a branch that was spontaneously sprouting through the cracks between the stones while his prosthetic one was twitching, clearly itching to take his wand and try to make heads or tails of what he was seeing. Dace supposed that as a transfiguration specialist and an alchemist, the Rampart would stoke the fires of his intellectual curiosity.

To his right was a young auror, Kingsley Shacklebot. Tall, dark skinned and eyes unusually focused on his surroundings.

He cleared his throat, causing both the auror and the old man to turn towards him. Martha took a step behind him in warning as Shacklebot's eyes were fixed on Dace, something lurking behind those dark irises. He was beginning to feel annoyed. If Dumbledore invited himself over here, could he at least not bring a spy with him?!

"Normally, I would try and observe the basic courtesies as a host, however I happen to feel disinclined towards offering them to uninvited guests, considering what exactly happened last time I had some of those." He crossed his arms, looking at Dumbledore emotionlessly as the man coughed and apologized, ignoring Shacklebot who might as well have been a statue, himself ignoring Dumbledore's glances. Hm, to confront or not confront, that is the question... Oh, please, when did he ever miss a chance to ruin Dumbledore's day?

"Indeed. I apologize for coming in unannounced, however, there are a few matters that have come to my attention that I thought you may wish to look into personally."

Dace just looked at him, before sitting down on the chair Martha produced, crossing his legs and waving for him to continue.

" As you've probably heard of, Riddle-"

"Has been steadily depopulating the Orkney Isles and is currently emptying villages left and right in Cornwall; is raising an army of undead to attack me; and has infiltrated your organization ..." He paused for a moment, raising his hand and snapping his fingers, causing Martha to appear behind the dark skinned auror and pin him to the ground. His index fell towards Shacklebot's prone form and he finished, "Right there." With no little amount of smugness as Dumbledore jumped to his feet, wand trained on the maid and the downed auror in warning.

"This was part of what I was about to talk to you about." He admitted, while Martha was looking around.

"The other one isn't here."

And indeed, Arthur Weasley still hadn't come back from the loo. And when they arrived there to check on his status, they saw the fresh corpse of one of his butlers. Dace closed his eyes, his annoyance rising. Couldn't he have an hour or two for himself where the rest of the world didn't go to hell without him?!

If he was going to infiltrate the enemy's base, where would he go to do maximal damage... Stupid question. With one last warning glance, he began running towards his study, Martha keeping up with him easily, her gauntlets visible to all with crimson blotches on them looking suspiciously like blood. At this point, he didn't even have the heart to reprimand her for doing what he wanted to do himself. The run was long, and when they arrived, it was to a strange spectacle.

His office was turned upside down, some documents outright destroyed, paper was flying everywhere and the wayward Weasley was head in the floo, a cluster of sheets in his fist. Before anyone could react, Martha ran to him, caught the back of his ratty robes, sent him flying over her over her shoulder and almost crushed him against the wall. Scratch that, not 'almost'. The Weasley patriarch began shrieking in a distinctly inhuman way when Martha's gauntlet clad hand accidentally – at least Dace hoped it was accidental- crushed the man's head like a grape over his lower lip in her hand. She jumped back in surprise when the man's form began bubbling and the normally pallid flesh turned grey, muscles bulging and strangled gurgles coming from the undead's mutilated head, his lower jaw and exposed tongue lolling uselessly.

This was when Dumbledore arrived, took stock of the situation and paled. Looks like he didn't know about Weasley. Oh well.

"Martha, please be a dear and finish that off." Dace rolled his eyes, waving his wand to replace the furniture neatly, all the paper folding itself and landing neatly into a pile that was slightly taller than he was.

"Yes, Master." She raised her fists, gauntlets humming with a golden white energy and almost pounced on the shambling undead. The creature, feeling her intent, tried to scramble away but she was too fast and her glowing fist made contact with its torso. The energy crackled, before her fist turned and sunk into the undead's chest, its ribs giving out due to the strength of the blow. Then, the undead that was Arthur Weasley exploded, his gory remnants burning into dust in midair.

Martha then dismissed her weapons, dusted her dress and turned around.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked inquisitively, while Dace just sat in his chair.

"So that's what she meant by training... No, that won't be necessary."

Dumbledore just looked in silence, utterly flabbergasted at what happened, before he focused on Martha.

"Forgive me if this old man is wrong, but was that Life magic you just used?"

Martha looked at Dace, who waved his hand in a 'do whatever you want ' motion and she nodded, offering nothing more on the subject. Dumbledore, seeing that, sighed, his form sagging a bit.

"It seems every time we meet, events conspire against us. Very well, I shall take Kingsley with me and try to break him out of that enchantment that was weaved upon him. As for Arthur..." He waved his wand and the ashes gathered in an urn that just appeared, regret evident on his face. " I will make sure Molly knows what happened. My inattention is what allowed this to happen, after all."

"It is a fault of yours to keep your eyes on the prize and forget everything around you." Dace agreed easily, beginning to separate the folders into piles and producing a quill to sign it, as Dumbledore flinched.

"... Indeed." Blue eyes scanned the room, encountering photographs of Dace, his wife and their granddaughter. "So this is Little Scathach. It gladdens me to see you caring for her. At least one of us learned from their past mistakes."

The quill in Dace's hand broke, Martha dropped the papers she was holding in disbelief and the people in the photographs all turned to glare at the elderly wizard. Dace put his hands on the table, counted to ten, then to twenty when this wasn't enough. He then opened his eyes, formerly blue eyes glaring into older, yet similar ones.

"Contrarily to me, Aife never wanted to have a father." His voice was trembling with barely restrained rage as energy began arcing around his arms, the castle picking on the mood of its owner and shuddering lightly. "Do not assume, for a single instant, that our situations are even remotely similar. Contrarily to you, I never avoided my responsibilities."

Dumbledore grimaced and raised his hands in a placating gesture but Dace was having none of it.

"Don't presume to talk to me about duty and family, Albus Dumbledore, when all of your life you have been running away from it." His voice was even, and his face calm, even as he was slowly rising from the table. "Get out. I've had enough of you for the day."

"I've apologized time and time again, Dace, with the encroaching darkness rising, isn't it time to put our differences aside?" Dumbledore tried to reason, intent on deescalating the situation.

"Apologies won't bring aunt Ariana back. They won't bring back uncle Albeforth, and they certainly won't bring back my mother's life or restore her honor, father. This is your last warning, remove yourself or I will."

Martha looked at the men hesitantly, before steeling herself and summoning her gauntlets back, eyes fixed on the elder wizard, who had closed his eyes, as if he was suffering physical pain.

"I will. If you are so intent on your current course."

As he came back to his office, he thought about another young man, also full of negativity. He knew Dace's eyes were originally blue, but with the Nature turning them green, the resemblance was striking.

Back in his own office, Dace groaned and put his arm over his face, his chair turning into something more comfortable for him to lie on. It was far too early in the day, and he was much too sober to deal with all of it. He heard noises of something padding the room and cracked open an eye as he felt a weight on his chest.

Hassan was looking at him with puppy eyes and whining.

"It's not my fault. He's the one running around with a bunch of incompetents and poking his overly crooked nose where it doesn't belong." He justified himself, feeling the migraine coming.

The dog whined harder.

"Fine. I'll bring Eli and Scathach to deal with him."

"Wuuuuuuuuu~."

Dace groaned harder. Was that what having a conscience felt like? Because if it was, being normal was overrated.




-10 to all Rampart related rolls until the situation is resolved (aka, the paperwork is organized again). Riddle gains awareness of your base's layout. Riddle gains awareness of the zone map. Riddle gains a +10 roll against your faction.




At least now you're getting an idea why Dace is acting like he is :V ! Feel free to ask any question you may have about that~
 
Spring 1985
Spring 1985



March 1st 1985

Martial:
[X] Hire more security staff. -10 to enemy infiltration rolls. 2000G
Cost: 1 000 Galleons. 60 / 40 / 20 % Chances of success.
Rolled 36 –10 (Nat1) = 26: Failure!

Dace had hopes last winter's bad luck didn't carry over, however, that was wishful thinking. With all the mess in his office however, some of the applications disappeared, and Dace was left with subpar candidates at best, and barely concealed spies at worst, which was annoying, considering those investigations didn't come free. However, he'd deal. At least all of his staff on site was as loyal as ever.



March 19th 1985


Intrigue: Actions: 2 (1+ Intrigue over 25)
[X] Plots are good for your health! Plot against: (Will receive intel on their moves, plus additional actions if the opportunity arises.)
40 / 30 / 20/ Chances of success.
-[X] Investigate Aife's plot (this turn only)
Rolled 70 + 30 (PS)-10 (Nat1) = 90. Pass.

At least, His ex-heiress's chicken crawl was noticeable enough that it was easy to distinguish from that mess in his office. The fact they were mixed between old books procured from the Hogwarts library, if what he read was right, probably helped too.

The first common point of the books was that they were comparisons between historical records and myths. Historia regum Britannicae, Le Morte d'Arthur, and many, many more books.

It was amusing, and concerning, considering that if her research was correct, king Arthur was still alive, only asleep. Though, what about him is truth, what about him is myth, Dace didn't know.

Still, the most concerning by far was that she was roaming both lower England and Cornwall; which was where both the Overlord and Riddle were based. While he was reasonably sure Riddle had other things to do right now (such as plotting his demise), he was also equally certain that the Overlord was planning an attack.

There were also all sorts of annotated maps, indicating supposed places frequented by Arthur in the legend, such as the entrance of the Underworld, the Lake, Camlann and even three supposed places for Camelot itself. Suspiciously absent were the cave in which Merlin is supposedly trapped, and Avalon, where Morgana has taken Arthur to rest until Britain's hour of need.

Dace sat at his desk, the ever-growing paperwork piles threatening to eat him alive and contemplated what to do.

[] Sabotage her efforts (will take an Intrigue Action slot next turn). You do not trust her at all with old magic and myths that were forgotten for a reason.
80 / 50 / 10 Chances of success.
[] Let it go... For now. You have other fish to fry right now.

Aife has gone on a quest to revive King Arthur! Why? Probably because she's getting desperate. How? Good question. What for? Probably to attack Riddle and the Overlord. And you.



April 2nd 1985


[X] Plotting is an excellent bonding activity!
-[X] Plot with Scáthach (the younger): +2 RP with Scáthach, Scáthach gains 1d2 Intrigue to base score. She's still a bit young, but better get started early!

"Grandfather?" The little girl raised her head, looking at Dace who was doing that damnable paperwork. "Why do people not tell what they think all the time?"

"Because some people are incredibly thin skinned, and they would lash out or be hurt should they be told what other people thought of them." He answered, not raising his nose from the parchment, readjusting his square, brass rimmed glasses.

"Oh." She said nothing more. The silence stretched in the room and after writing at the end of his document and put it down, turning his head towards the little girl, who was looking at a picture book about a fox, a bear and an alligator. Without looking at it, he could get what it was about. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck, before speaking up again.

"Sometimes, people also want to deceive the people they are talking to in order to obtain something. That's why you should be cautious of the people who are approaching you.

"Hm." She hummed, brow furrowed and a frown on her juvenile face. Like it or not, it was better for her to learn that lesson early on. Less heartache for her that way.

+2 RP with Scáthach, Scáthach gains 1 Intrigue to base score. Base intrigue score reached 10 ! Intrigue base cap reached.



April 23rd 1985


[X] Dwellings (Free action) (Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built: One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
-[X] Wolf den: Produces 10 Wolves / turn. Costs 10 Wood, 2000 G

Hassan was padding next to Dace as the man led him and his tribe towards a stone structure in a small area where the treants installed themselves, creating the beginnings of a forest. It looked like a wolf's head, its mouth being the opening with stalactites and stalagmites forming a vicious looking set of teeth.

The animal approached the building, sniffed at it and looked around, before entering cautiously. He howled and the rest of his tribe entered quickly, the puppies bouncing everywhere.

Hassan then walked back to the Fort, presumably towards Dace's bed to take a nap.

Wolf den built. +10 wolves / turn. Hassan still won't leave your bed, though.



May 9th 1985

[X] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
-[X] Lucius Malfoy
[X] Screw you Tolkien. Agatha tried and tried again. This time, she agreed that if the two of you work on it, if it fails again, she will give up and you'll be free to recruit other creatures in their stead. If it's a success, well, you'll have supernatural snipers.
40 / 30 / 10% Chances of success
Rolled: 78 + 20 (PS) + 30 (Agatha)- 10 (Nat 1) = 118. success.

Agatha had an insane smile on her face as both her and an exhausted looking Dace were looking down on a table. On that table was the body of a deceased house elf. Or, more accurately, the body of a deceased house elf that regressed to minion.

After a heavy session of dissecting, Dace finally managed to get through her skull that no, house elves were not degraded 'Tolkien elves' and no, there was no evolution mechanics to the whole species. After that, it was trivial to convince her that other venues would be easier to investigate. Which led them to the other table, where a nondescript, featureless homunculus was laying, empty eyes soullessly staring at the ceiling.

Agatha then lifted her wand as Dace fed the vial to the body and began chanting. There was a vibration in the air and through the window, they could see the remnants of a broken spell being woven into the Rampart's own. That made Dace frown.

It seemed the Overlord was ahead of schedule.

The homunculus began to convulse as Agatha continued chanting, its flesh bubbling and its proportions shifting. Once the changes settled, they fell bonelessly back onto the table. The creature looked human enough, albeit with some deviations. Their eyes were slightly bigger than a human's with cat-like irises, pronounced chins and cheekbones, pointed ears, long fingers and limbs, and their shoulders were more developed than their hips. They looked slightly alien, and a bit unsettling.

Then, the creature, tentatively dubbed elf, regained consciousness, blinking rapidly as they tried to take in their surroundings, then their body.

"It... Worked..." they croaked, wonder visible on their face.

"So it seems." Dace answered noncommittally. " Do you feel any compulsion? Destructive impulses? Need to clean up?" The creature shook their head.

"Dobby... I... Don't. I... Am free." The words were spoken as if they were water given to somebody lost in the desert.

From behind the one-way glass on another side of the room, Lucius Malfoy looked at the remaining corpse of the house elf turned minion, his wife's face chalk white as she gripped his arm in almost panic with a worrying gleam in her eyes.

"Lucius..." She whispered, half question and half warning.

"I know." Was his only answer, as he was planning to find a stock of clothes to give, a new manor to buy, and new alliances to build.

Anti-elf Nat 1 purged. House elf to elf conversion possible. Elves available for recruitment once homestead built. Elves gain abilities Double Shot and Chaos Ward. Lucius Malfoy abandons the Death Eaters, muggleborn prejudice diminishes again. +2 RP with Lucius Malfoy. (SL reaches 3 , gain Goldfinger: +10 to Stewardship action rolls



May 28th 1985


Personal: Actions: 6 (1 + Stewardship Advisor + Diplomacy Advisor + Mysticism advisor + 2 Martial advisors)
[X] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
-[X] Therapy Spend time with Lily: +3 RP, +1/? to recovery

After he managed to convince Lily to drink the new recovery draught he brewed, he could see some clarity coming back to her.

"One blink for yes." He blinked. " Two for no. "He blinked twice as an example. "Do you understand me?"

Lily blinked once.

"Good. " It could still be a fluke, so he decided on another question. " Do you think you can break out of those chains?"

She looked at them unblinkingly, then blinked twice.

"Hm, so you're lucid enough for simple questions. Good. Can I count on you to behave if I untie you?"

Lily stared at him, then, after an uneasy paused, slowly nodded. Dace lifted his wand, causing her bindings to fall onto the ground, the noise making her jump up a little. Then, on the seat on the man's right, a small furry head peeked out of a cloth sack. The puppy got out, yipping slightly, before its eyes locked onto Lily, who stared back at it as it clumsily made its way towards her.

The woman became completely immobile as the small animal jumped on her knees, tail whipping the air as it began to try and get her to pet it.

Meanwhile, Dace was recording the data, ignoring his former apprentice's looks for help.

+5 RP with Lily, +1 to Recovery score. Lily is now coherent enough to understand when she is talked to. Still has poor control of her strength and cannot read.



June 1st 1985


[X] Train. You hate doing it, and it hates you back, but if it makes Madeye shut up, you'll do it.

Once again, he got beaten by his ancestress, though, this time, he did learn some more concrete things about fighting.

+1 Attack, +1 Defense, +2 Martial



June 12th 1985


[X] Agatha broke in the safe. Nobody knows how, or why, but the golden coffer that was found years ago was stolen. While she may not be up to anything dangerous, this was still Agatha, supervision was necessary. (100)

Dace's eyebrow twitched as he heard the news, Martha pouting him tea. Of course, the girl wouldn't stay put for long now that the Elf project didn't take up all of her attention. Still, her breaking into the safe was concerning, so he got up and stalked out of his study, the maid shadowing him silently. Wasn't she following a bit too closely though? He asked himself, turning towards the woman who immediately stopped, her face emotionless and blue eyes fixed on him, unblinkingly. After ten seconds, he decided that a staring contest was a stupid idea and went back to his original plans, namely, find the girl before she blew up the castle. She wasn't particularly hard to find, what with her demented cackling, and he found her soon at the very top of the mountain, her back to them and crouching, the golden coffer open laying at her feet and the blue gem shining brightly as she was hitting it with gusto against the stone.

Each hit made it glow brighter, small ripples of energy coming out from it, until one particularly vicious hit made it sink into the stone, that particular spot becoming the same color as the gem before a massive amount of water emerged from it, seemingly endlessly. The waters of the fountain were winding down, creating a river that headed towards the sea.

The effects were obvious. (Provided they drank from the fountain at least once a year)

[X] The creatures and people approached and a few were even brave enough to drink from it, and they realized soon it strengthened their life energy.
+50% Population Growth. Nature faction heroes' aging process stopped past 20 years of age.

[X] If the Population was strengthened, the land was too, and the river carried with it riches coming from the earth itself, the water taking a sparkly, almost jeweled appearance.
+25 000 G/Turn.

[X] The Fort and the land vibrated lightly, green glyphs lighting up brightly before dimming. Nobody really knew what it did, but life seemed to become... Easier.
+2 Luck to all Nature faction heroes. Nature's bounty now also ignores pollution and nefarious radiation (Including Nuclear fallout. Not that you need to worry about that. No siree. Maybe a little bit.)

Nat 100 Bonus: Choose 1:

[] The land already rejects change, but now, it could even take actions against the unnatural.
- -10 To Undead and Technological (Muggle) related rolls and damage in all territories.

[] While life was all about healing, and protecting, Nature was about Growth, and as you shower Nature with the wonders of Magic, so does it, with its own.
- [Ignores base stat caps] Each turn, one chosen hero will get a permanent boost of +1 to all of their statistics (both in Planning (Diplomacy, Stewardship, Martial, Intrigue, Learning, Mysticism) and Adventure (Attack, Defense, Ranged attack, Ranged defense, Speed, Movement) type).

[] The waters of the fountain were winding down, creating a river that headed towards the sea, and yet, at the foot of the mountains, greenery immediately took root, shrubs leaving place to sturdy trees, the sparse vegetation becoming thicker and livelier, and animals appeared from seemingly nowhere. The sky became a touch darker, its blue gaining the slightest of emerald hints and Nature saturated Mana.
-[Nature's Bounty] and Influence bonuses activated. [Nature's Bounty] and Influence bonuses will automatically activate in any owned territory, regardless of the time spent, as long as you take one action to spike the water supplies with water from the fountain of youth. That action can only be done by the one the Nature Anchor recognizes as Nature Leader.

Grail building obtained: The Fountain of Youth.


Behold! The power of repeated stupidly high rolls!

Yep. The Nat 100 was rolled after it was decided that it would be your Grail/ToA action. I used the H3 Totem, rebalanced the money so it's not that trivial anymore and made a few flavor changes, including the reference to H1-4 Nature type Hero, Gem. Cause, you know, if you're going to have to fight everyone to keep it, I kinda need to make you guys want to keep it in the first place.

As a precision: Regular human's base stat caps for Diplo and all is limited to 10. Special cases and hybrids, like Oliver, Arthur, Merlin are capped higher.

As a freebie. Fumbledore once again deserves his name. If a mod ever likes this quest, I want Fumbledore as a freaking Tag.
 
June 21st 1985
June 21st 1985



[X] Diplomatic meetings. Most of the leaders of the new world that seems to be coming have been identified. Do you dare to try and contact them?
-[X]Dumbledore : Neutral, friendly.
Rolled 43 : Failure

[Rosy cheeks] activated.
Rolled 66 + 20 (aFoaTS) = 86. Pass.


This time, Dace thought, glaring at the office door, his granddaughter holding his hand and looking around the corridor inquisitively, this time, he was prepared and came with his grandchild figure, who was superior in any and all ways to the Longbottom child.

"Do you remember what you have to do?" He spoke up gravely, making her nod seriously, strawberry blond princess curls bouncing as her head bobbed.

"Uh huh. I need to be cute and distracting!"

"Good girl" Dace praised her, causing her to almost glow.

See how he liked being ignored !

He liked it a lot, apparently.

Dumbledore opened the door, meeting briefly with Dace's death stare, before the little girl gave her grandfather's hand a tug that made both men snap out of their staring contest and focus on her instead. The oldest one here took all of one second to understand who the girl was and immediately invited them in.

Then began the oddest meeting Dace ever partook in.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your presence here?" Dumbledore sat back behind his desk, looking at the pair from behind his half moon glasses.

"Grandpa said I'm here because he can't speak to you without wanting to strangle you!" Little Scáthach announced cheerfully, raising her arm in the air as if she was in a classroom. Which was strange, because she'd never been n one. Dace just chalked it up to something either Oliver or Lizzie did, nodding in agreement and staring at the man's phoenix, who stared back.

Hogwarts' director's composure broke a little, before he finally managed to speak up.

"While I do appreciate you bringing my great-granddaughter to visit, and your trying to open communication, I am not quite sure bringing a five year old, as developped as she may be, to this kind of meeting."

The little girl just stared at him, beofre putting her index to her mouth, pouting pensively. Dace just snorted.

"He thinks I'm ruining your childhood by forcing you to attend grown up meetings."

She frowned and glared at Dumbledore.

"I'm grandpa's heiress!" She jumped up on her feet from the seat she was in and pointed her finger at Dumbledore, who blinked in surprise, before nodding slowly.

"Therefore, I'm gonna be here one day. So it's better that I'm here now, because I'll have less to learn later." She crossed her arms and puffed her chest proudly, causing Dumbledore to look at Dace helplessly. Dace just waved his hand, never looking away from the Fawkes' beady eyes.

"Pointing fingers is rude." She deflated immediately.

"Still, There's time-" Albus tried again, only to be outright interrupted.

"Vampires tried to kidnap me last summer. "Her tone began to waver, her lips wobbling and fat tears beginning to appear in her periwinkle eyes who somehow seemed to double in size, making her appear the very picture of misery. "I-I don't want to be eaten..." She began to sniffle, making Dumbledore panic, completely forgetting his reasoning in favor of pacifying the girl. On his side, Dace smirked while Fawkes stared at him disapprovingly.

Delegation was a mark of good leadership, and so was proper motivation. Especially since Lizzie seems to have taught her student her killing move: not letting the opponent say even one word.

And because the two men didn't directly interact with eachother, that peace treaty and alliance was finally ratified, with some knowledge being exchanged. Once they were back home, Scáthach was feeling very proud of herself as she was led through the floo towards one of her Grandma's summer homes in California ! It was even better, because her grandfather had the maids bring that giant cake she saw on TV last time she went to Grandma Lizzie's house.

It had three layers of cate, with whipped cream on the edges and was covered in chocolate shavings. Then, as the maid cut it, she was that the cake itself was also made in chocolate, with whipped cream between the layers with cherries in it. Next to her, some cold milk was poured in her favorite glass ( the one with kitties!) as auntie Ess entered the room.

Seriously, if all she needed to do to get her sweets was getting people to say yes to anything she said, Grandpa should have told her earlier!

Scáthach the elder just leaned back against the wall, dusting herself discreetely as she pressed a gem on the bracer on her right arm.

Alliance with Life faction.



Meanwhile, back in Wales, Dace looked up at the clock on the wall. All of the hands save for the ones representing the two Scáthach's, indicated 'mortal peril'.

Well then, it seemed Riddle's patience finally ran out.

Still, planning was half of the strategy and he needed to decide what to do of his troops., but more importantly, of his people.


Strategic Data:


Scáthach the Younger was sent in a safe house in America.

Does Dace borrow her necklace? (+2 Morale and Luck if worn by a female)

[] No
[] Yes

If yes, who does he give it to?

[] Write-in (must be female!)

Scáthach the Elder accompanied her as a bodyguard.

Dace will stay here to organize the Defence. However, does he take to the field?
[] Yes:Certain death, all units on ground gain +2 morale
[] No: Medium chance of death. Dace will just use spells from afar.

Martha
[X] Refused to be sent with Scáthach the younger. Will act as she wishes.

[]Elizabeth
-[] Stays here to organize the troops : First wave of creatures gain an extra attack turn. (High chances of death)
-[] To America! (Will be safe).

[]Oliver
-[] Stays here and leads the Dragons: Dragons gain double attack ability ( Very high chance of injury, high chance of death.)
-[] To America! (Will be safe).

[]Agatha
-[] Stays here and organizes the defense: Defences will hold twice as long. ( Very high chance of injury, high chance of death.)
-[] To America! (Will be safe).

[]Moody & Jason
-[] Stay here and fight : Army gains 1 morale due to their inventive use of curses, both verbal and magical (Very high chances of injury, high chances of death)
-[] To America! (Will be safe).

[]Lily
-[] Stays here. She's lucid and strong enough to fight : Gain temporary Hero unit ( high chances of sanity slipping, low chances of injury)
-[] To America! (Will be safe).

Current army :

4 green dragons: Powerful flying units, magic resistant.
1 gold dragon: Powerful flying unit, magic immune.
429 wolves: Swift ground unit. Double attack ability.
100 fairies: Swift flying unit. No retaliation from enemy upon attack
15 Treants: Slow ground units. Can root enemies nearby to the ground. Can pass themselves off as trees.
20 Moon does: Swift ground unit. Movement cannot be impaired.
15 elves: Swift ranged unit. Chaos ward. Double attack.
10 druids: Ranged spellcasters. Can buff troops' strength, defence and luck of impair enemy movement.
Martha (can take the field): CLose ranged fighter, will act as she sees fit.
Dace: Can devastate the enemy army, but only twice.


Thankfully, the fact the expedition in Dyfed was a resounding success meant that at least, Riddle wouldn't get to attack from many directions and would only come from the South, where Dace could trap them in a bottleneck between the mountains. However, Riddle also probably had ranged and flying units at his disposal...


Choose your layout. Save for Martha and Dace, all unit types must be assigned a spot:

[] Frontline : At the bottleneck, between the battlefield proper and the enemy lines.
[] Middle : on the battlefield.
[] Backline: Behind the walls.

[] Frontline : Treants
[] Frontline : Wolves
[] Middle : Moon does
[] Middle : Fairies
[] Middle : Dragons
[] Backline: Elves
[] Backline: Druids


Army total morale: 4

+1 All army of Nature type
+1 Martha's Basic Leadership
+2 Tavern Defensive boost.
+1 Eye of the dragon

Army total luck: 4

+2 Fountain of youth
+1 Dace's Luck skill
+1 Martha's Basic Leadership
+1 Eye of the dragon

For those of you who don't read the informational sections, here's why Luck and Morale are important:
Luck : A stat that effects causality. For each point of luck, you get 10% of having a luck proc. Luck has multiple effects :


-On the offensive, it doubles raw damage of an attack or a fes compatible spells, before resistances are counted in.
-On the defensive, it halves the damage taken pre reduction.
-On story mode, it adds +20 to all rolls it applies to.


Morale: A stat that effects one's bravery. For each point of morale, you get 10% of having a morale proc. Morale, if it procs, has two major effects :


- Causes the character or army unit to attack twice on the same turn.
- Causes the unit to attack first regardless of the respective speed of the fighters.



#Revivequickteams

Behold! the power of 22 Diplomacy and 18 Intrigue in the hands of a 5 years old who got promised cake. On another note, LifeQuest's spirit and pride just got crushed. And now, let's not forget the most important choice of them all!

Interlude choice!(yaaaaay~)

Choose one:

[] Order Quest : AGG, without the good rolls.
[] Life Quest : Where getting a pass is cause for celebration
[] Chaos Quest : Chewing the scenery is nice, human flesh is better.
[] Death Quest : Psyching up, throwing down.
[] Aife Quest : Cultist simulator, now with extra insane muttering.
[] Joker Quest : Stuff is figured out, people start screaming.




Edit: after further consideration (aka flipping a coin), I decided to allow for Dace's equipment bonuses to translate to the army even if he isn't in the field. Be grateful!
 
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DeathQuest Negaverse: Battle for Yr Wyddfa
DeathQuest Negaverse: Battle for Yr Wyddfa (1)




Alright, ladies, gentlemen, necrophiliacs, We are gathered here because some people decided it was a good idea to launch an assault before the combat tutorial happened, so I'm going to throw you into the fire! Enjoy.

Tom looked ahead of him, his army shambling ahead of him, while Anastasia, his strongest Death knight, was riding ahead.

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( I had to create the map and the grid all on my own. The first to diss my stuff will get punished. One way or another. Looking at you, SoulWeave! Of course, as per HoMM , I only put some creatures, but it's your much more numerous army. Trying to keep the cluttering to a minimum here.)

However, once he arrived, he soon noticed several things were amiss. While the grass was a bit more lush than it should be, the truly odd things were that there was a river that wasn't supposed to exist and, on the other bank of said river, there was a forest made of sturdy trees. This was strange, because he had it on good authority that the Nature faction was only truly installed there since last year, this was much too early for such important terraforming.

Still, Nature was present. He could feel eyes on him everywhere, the wind was harsher, carrying undercurrends of fire, the trees were agitated, there were groans and breathing noises and something was moving in that forest, the ground was muddy, causing the undead to walk slower.

Clearly, Dace was prepared, he'd expected nothing less from his fated enemy.

With a mental command, his army stilled as he made his plan, then, with a single nudge, the army...

[] Separated : The skeletons, liches and wights, all of them creatures that could be destroyed instantly by Dace's accursed winds would stay behind, waiting for Dace to have wasted his spells on sturdier creatures and only then would they come, so that they could not be stopped.

[] Continued its advance, the terrain constraints meant sending reinforcements would be complicated, especially if, as the texts suggest, Nature aligned spells were centered about terrain manipulation.

A few minutes later, Tom looked at the river. It was shallow enough to pass, however, when the came down of his mount and dipped a finger in it, he felt a tingle bordering on burning, and drew back his hand. Frowning, he extended his magical senses to try and parse the water's secrets.
Mysticism check : 20. Got 26. Passed.
Learning check: 15 (reduced from 25 from previous Learning actions). Got 22. Passed.

His eyes suddenly opened, slight teal sparks coming from them.

The Grail.

It was here.

Anticipation began to rise within him as his lips curled into a smirk. No wonder he couldn't find it, someone already got to it first. He got up, raised his hand, although it was more for his benefit than real need, and lowered it, commanding that...

The Vampires:
[] (Aggressive): They fly over the trees, heading towards the enemy backline and murder their fragile units.
[] (Polyvalent): They fly over the trees, scouting the field and picking off weak targets
[] (Cautious): They fly around stealthily, retreating at the first sign of danger.

The Zombies:
[] (Aggressive): They rush towards the castle, through the woods.
[] (Polyvalent): They shamble cautiously, taking advantage of the cover from the trees.
[] (Cautious): They stay on place, waiting for the signal to attack.

Anastasia:
[] (Aggressive): She bombards the field with spells.
[] (Polyvalent): She focuses on crowd control.
[] (Cautious): She waits for now, until the troops reached the castle itself.


IF Continue was chosen :

The Skeletons :
[] (Aggressive): They rush towards the castle, through the woods.
[] (Polyvalent): They shamble cautiously, taking advantage of the cover from the trees.
[] (Cautious): They stay on place, waiting for the signal to attack.

The Wraiths:
[] (Aggressive): They fly over the trees, heading towards the enemy backline and murder their fragile units.
[] (Polyvalent): They fly over the trees, scouting the field and picking off weak targets.
[] (Cautious): They fly around stealthily, retreating at the first sign of danger.

The Liches:
[] (Aggressive): They bombard the defenses to try and somke the defenders out.
[] (Polyvalent): They bombard the field with spells.
[] (Cautious): They start trying to wrestle control of the terrain.

As his arm fell, the undead rushed, their speed faster than before, and Anastasia's undead steed neighed, its hooves hitting the ground almost impatiently.

As for Tom himself, he decided to...

[] Lead the troops:
-Highest risk to self.
-Highest chance to Find Dace's heiress (Blessed One)
-Highest chance to find Dace
-Highest chance to find Grail
-Low chance to learn of Aife's whereabouts

[] Lead from the center:
-Middling risk to self.
-Middling chance to Find Dace's heiress (Blessed One)
-Middling chance to find Dace
-Middling chance to find Grail

[] Lead from the rear:
-Low risk to self.
-Low chance to Find Dace's heiress (Blessed One)
-Low chance to find Dace
-Low chance to find Grail

Current troops :

Anastasia: Level 12 Shadow Mage.
Tom Riddle (Horcrux) : Level 16 Lich.
Vampires x 30
Zombies x 300
Skeleton Warriors x 200
Wraiths x 40
Liches x 8


Raven said:
Leading from the front is a no-brainer. Voting for whoever puts it in their plan.
SoulWeave said:
Damn, druid guy be a beast. Either he got the Grail before the game started, or he got it under 3 turns. Also, I would never do that to you Panda, they're.. Really cute pentagons.
LadyPanda said:
The latter. And those are hexagons. Enjoy your -10.
Porky said:
So, I think we should be cautious here, because Tom said he is dangerous.
Edit: Stop needling the QM, Weave for the love of Angry Mainyu!
SoulWeave said:
[X] Plan Apocalypse now.
[X] Separated.
This one, I think, because I don't want to lose all our aerial units like last time where he somehow pulled another spell when he couldn't before. They would be free exp otherwise.

The Vampires:
[X] (Polyvalent)
They can regenerate, and they'll scout out the situation for us.

The Zombies:
[X] (Aggressive)
They're our footsoldiers, but they're slow, so they need to go as fast as possible to do damage.

Anastasia:
[X] (Aggressive)
She'll basically be our cover here, in case they've got too many ranged units, since those damned trees cut our field of vision.

[X] Lead the troops:
Because we can't afford to let them live at this point, they're too dangerous for our goals, so we have to go all in or they'll be able to restart somewhere lese. Aife is a bonus, really.
MegaMinion said:
Curse you Soul, for making your usual insanity sound so reasonable
[X] Plan Apocalypse now.
.
Blondie24 said:
You should keep in mind though, They've got an alliance with the Life faction, so there is a not nonexistant chance they've got somebody with holy spells in here.
MegaMinion said:
Miyosan said:
Considering how Dumbledore's going after our sabotaging his faction, we'd know if they had someone flinging holy spells around.
Blondie24 said:
Would you? Dace has a much better intrigue than you guys. Even with the Nat 1, if sufficiently motivated, he can run circles around you.
MegaMinion said:
Well, whatever, the die is cast and I can't find another plan that makes sense right now.
Miyosan said:
It'll be Okay, we're the master of Death, he's just a (stupidly sexy) nobleman.
[X] Plan Apocalypse now.
MegaMinion said:
He's the one who wiped out our army back home !
SoulWeave said:
You're repeating yourself, Mega
LadyPanda said:
Well, as a freebie, I'll tell you this: Besides his spells, he's fairly harmless, as he is a Heroes 3 type hero.
Porky said:
Not a reason to drop our guard.
SoulWeave said:
Wait. Heroes 3 as in : can only use spells and can't attack directly? I'm torn between being relieved because he's severely nerfed compared to us and alarmed because he's done that much damage while being so nerfed.
LadyPanda said:
MegaMinion said:
By the way, Panda, You've never really told us what being the MoD entailed.
LadyPanda said:
The stars are not yet aligned.
MegaMinion said:
In other words, there'll be a quest down the line that may or may not result in us dying horribly.
Porky said:
We're already dead though.
MegaMinion said:
Anyways, strategy, anoyone got better than Soul?
Raven said:
Nope.
[X] Plan Apocalypse now.
Always up to murder shitty inserts!
Blondie24 said:
You'll have some work to do soon, then.
Raven said:
LadyPanda said:
Well, I did start this quest thinking of the most horrible things I've ever read in HP. I'm sparing you the trashy slash and M-Preg because I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but other than that, if it exists, there's a chance I drop it around..
MegaMinion said:
Well, in the fandom, there's evil, and then there's PKH.
LadyPanda said:
Funny you should speak about that...
MegaMinion said:
Wait, no, Panda, I was joking, please please don't do it, I don't want glowing mushrooms on Pluto or whatever!
Edit: Oh Ahriman, she's rated this funny.
SoulWeave said:
Raven said:
Mind explaining what that was about?
Blondie24 said:
Something that should never have existed in the first place. If you're fragile of heart, don't even google search it. If you're not, be ready for days of hell.



In which, we learn overestimating one's enemy is just as dangerous as underestimating them. Then, fandom happened and Raven had a suspicious feeling more stakes were going to need to be prepared :V

Before you ask, yes, Apocalypse now was chosen.
 
Turn 4 : June 21st 1985 : The battle for Yr Wyddfa (1)
Turn 4 : June 21st 1985 : The battle for Yr Wyddfa (1)




Dace looked at his council, hesitating for a moment, before he felt an odd weight setting itself on the castle itself. He recognized that spell, it was one of the Terrorist's favorites, after all. Trying to use the floo or apparition would only have deadly consequences now, though, inanimate items should still be fine, he noted, as he began to set his usual contingencies in place.
Contingencies: Intrigue + Stewardship check : 44. Rank 4 Success.
Lily freed, explosive charges planted, dead man triggers set up, portkey on the Anchor and the Treasury installed, greek fire potions in his office (if he got out of this alive, he might set those off just for the pleasure of seeing the papers burn.) and all manners of little tricks to make Riddle's life miserable if he won. Oh, also, he mused as he put on a bracer, not to forget the explosives to destroy his body. Worst case scenario would be Riddle raising him, after all.

People around him were nervous, although your security chiefs, Oliver and Martha less so. Not at all, in Martha's case. Dace took them in, before speaking up.

"I'll spare you the motivational speech, the situation is that bad, yes. The opponent we're facing casually depopulates entire villages and desacrates their corpses to grow his army of undead. Their very presence pollutes the world around them. Already, I've been receiving reports that the land in Cornwall was becoming weaker, animals are dying, crops no longer grow, and diseases are emerging at an alarming rate. The opponent we're facing has the numbers, the preparations and the experience.

However, we cannot allow ourselves to fall here, if only to spite him. He already has taken control of the former Order faction territory in Scotland. If he gains control of here too, he may grow too strong to be stopped anymore, especially since he is in cahoots with the Overlord." Lily's face lifted and she stared at him, growling to express her discontent.

"Therefore, we will fight here, most likely die here too, if we're going to be honest, but we will do so while making sure the necrophiliac over there does not get what he wants. Elizabeth." He adressed his wife trying to find her something to do other than wringing her hands. " You'll be in charge of the unit rotation and organization. Oliver, you'll take care of coordinating the dragons and regular army. Agatha, you'll reinforce the defenses. Feel free to use anything that catches your eye. Moody, Jason, I want you commanding the troops. Engage at your own discretion. Lily..." He grimaced, but Lily already knew what he wanted.

"Uh. Uh huh uh." She grunted, heading towards the door, crimson claws glistening in the evening light. His eyes followed her for a moment, before he turned to Martha, only to see that she had disappeared.

Looks like she'd be doing her own thing.

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(Unit placement went wonky, so no grids here siree! saving that for next turn when there's an actual battle.)

A foul stench was carried by the wind and he could see shapes on the horizon. He noticed that Martha had taken the liberty to already set up his troops as she went out, allowing him to take control over the southern pass, where the waters of the Grail created a river. The Treants were already imitating trees, wolves and does were moving carefully on the roots to avoid any traps, The dragons were growing agitated. In the middle of the fields, the fairies were flying, forming colorful clouds while at the feet of the fortress, the elves and druids were scanning the horizon, preparing their staves and bows.

Still, his units were on place now, the problem was what they would do when the two armies enter in contact.

Make your choices: Choices ranged from Aggressive-Offensive to Cautious-Defensive.

[Frontline] The treants ( light green trees North of the river) x15 Currently Camouflaged, will inflict Rooting regardless of the stance.
[] (Aggressive): Attack the enemy as they pass, inflicting damage to them. Will drop Camouflage.
[] (Polyvalent): Remain Camouflaged, until the occasion presents itself.
[] (Cautious): Remain Camouflaged, only inflict Rooting.


[Frontline] The wolves (doggos north of the river)x 429 Unfettered (Nature), can Double Attack.
[] (Aggressive): Charge [Move to river]
[] (Polyvalent): Attacks of opportunity.
[] (Cautious): Use hit and run tactics, using the trees and vegetation to hide themselves.


[Frontline] The moon does (Inside the pseudo-forest) x 20 Unfettered, Magic dampening aura.
[] (Aggressive): Charge [Move to river]
[] (Polyvalent): Hit and run tactics.
[] (Cautious): Stay under the cover of vegetation.

[Frontline] The dragons (The Really Ugly orange thing Behind the forest) x 5 Magic resistance/immunity, Breath attack.
[] (Aggressive): 'Bombardment' tactics (Burn everything to the ground) [Move to river]
[] (Polyvalent): Hit and run. They will act in the way allowing them to maximize their moves.
[] (Cautious): Interception : they will focus on destroying any enemy breaking through the line.

[Middle] Fairies (pink blots in the 'field') x 100 No retaliation (magical), Swift.
[] (Aggressive): Charge ! [Move to frontline]
[] (Polyvalent): Hit and run tactics to pick off the enemy that break through.
[] (Cautious): Patrol the skies in case comebody sneaks off.

[Backline] Druids (People in the robes. Yes, they're supposed to be monks, I know) Spellcaster (half-trained), Meditation (Basic).
[] (Aggressive): Set up a Necromancy ward : Prevents the enemy from raising or animating the dead for the duration of the combat.
[] (Polyvalent): Modify the terrain to slow enemy advance.
[] (Cautious): Enhance the troops (will last for the entirety of the battle)
-[]Luck
-[]Defence
--[]Write in Buff target

[Backline] Elves (people in green near the town) Double shot, Chaos ward.
[] (Aggressive): Shoot all that moves
[] (Polyvalent): Shoot to kill
[] (Cautious): Aim for priority targets
-[] Write-in to set specific target

Lily: (still in Rampart)
[] (Aggressive): Run to the frontline [Moves to frontline, takes 2 turns]
[] (Polyvalent): Run to the middle [Moves to Middle]
[] (Cautious): Stay behind as last line of defence [Moves to backline]

Dace: (still in Rampart)
[] (Aggressive): Try to wipe them out right now (will use the most damagind spells he knows as soon as the opportunity appears.
[] (Polyvalent): Use spells if needed.
[] (Cautious): Keep his strength for now, one can never know what Riddle's strategy is.


Council bonuses:

-First wave of creatures gain an extra attack turn.
-Dragons gain double attack ability
-Defences will hold twice as long.
-Army gains 1 morale due to their inventive use of curses, both verbal and magical
-Gain temporary Hero unit

Battle stats:

Type of Battle:
Mountain Defence :
Attack : +10 % to wolves, treants, Martha + 30 % to Elves and druids

Martha's Tactics Skill :

+1 Speed
+1 Movement
+10% Melee Attack
+10% Ranged Attack

Martha's Warden class:

+10% Melee Defence
+10% Ranged Defence

Quiet eye of the Dragon:
+5% Melee attack
+5% Melee defence


Army total morale: 7

+1 All army of Nature type
+1 Martha's Basic Leadership
+2 Tavern Defensive boost.
+1 Eye of the Dragon
+2 Mysterious necklace
+1 Moody&Jason
- 1 Nat1

Army total luck: 6

+2 Fountain of youth
+1 Dace's Luck skill
+1 Martha's Basic Leadership
+1 Eye of the Dragon
+2 Mysterious necklace
- 1 Nat1

River crossing penalty (Will apply as long as the Frontline holds):

Attack :

Skeletons : -10%
Zombies : -15%
Vampires : Malus Negated by Flying.
Wraiths : Malus Negated by Flying.
Liches : -10%
Anastasia : -15%
Riddle : -10%

Defence :

Skeletons : -10%
Zombies : -15%
Vampires : Malus Negated by Flying.
Wraiths : Malus Negated by Flying.
Liches : -5%
Anastasia : -15%
Riddle : -5%

Special abilities:

Camouflage: Treants and Sylvanians become immobile, passing themselves off as trees. Considering that they are trees, that disguise is particularly efficient, until they start moving.

Rooting: Treants/Sylvanians plant their roots in the ground, immobilizing everyone in a hex radius for one turn, every 3 turns. They cannot displace themselves if using Rooting without freeing the enemies.

Strategic Note: Camouflage requires total immobilization, attacking or changing positions will break the disguise and Camouflage will be unavailable until the end of the fight. Rooting, on the other hand, only requires the unit to stay at the same position. They can attack as they wish.

Unfettered(Nature) : Do not suffer any terrain penalty in Nature home terrain ( forest, mountains, grasslands), including of magical nature (such as the quicksand spell).

Double attack/Double shot : attacks twice in a short time instead of once.

Strategic Note: Unfettered (Nature) will not work in modified terrain, such as towns, unfamiliar terrain, such as the sea/desert, or terrain suffering from a particular large scale ailment/catastrophe, like Land of the Dead, or a volcanic eruption. It won't apply underground either. Double attack/Double shot will not incur a double retaliation.

Unfettered : Do not suffer any terrain penalty.
Magic dampening aura : Units nearby only suffer from 25% of the effects of negative spells.
Strategic note: That combo makes for a very mobile unit.

Magic resistance/immunity: Unaffected by spells up to level 4 / all spells, positive and/or negative.
Breath attack : allows to attack from a distance without risking close quarter retaliation.
Strategic note: Magic resistance/immunity disappears upon death and reactivates upon resurrection.

No retaliation (magical): Usually, any unit attacked in close quarters will retaliate, save for against those possessing that trait. Attack type set to magical.

Swift: May move again after attacking.

Strategic note: Swift only gives the ability to move gain after attacking. It doesn't double movement.

Spellcaster (Half trained): Gives access to 2 level 1, 2 level 2 and 1 level 3 Nature spell.

Meditation (basic) : Acts as a replacement to the Basic Meditation skill, sets creature level to 6.



Half-trained druids' spellbook:
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Stoneskin - 2 mana
Combat - Blessing
Stoneskin increases the target's Melee and Ranged Defense by 25%.
Then the druid put two pebbles in his mouth. Was he mad? I soon found out why as his skin hardened, turning instead the same color and texture as granite.
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Fortune - 3 mana
Combat - Blessing
Fortune grants the target maximum luck.
If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's never gamble with an elf. I don't know how they do it, but if you put your gold down, it's as good as gone.
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Quicksand - 3 mana
Combat - Indirect Curse
Creates a patch of quicksand, the size of which is based on the caster's level. All targets require a full turn to move through 2 feet of quicksand.
I refuse to fight an enemy who has the ground itself at their command! War is about gaining strategic ground, but what do you do when the enemy changes the rules of Nature?
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Necromancy Ward - 5 mana
Combat - Blessing
Necromancy Ward prevents any Raise or Animate Dead spell from working for the duration of the combat. It affects all targets on the Combat Map, including dead ones.
Our graves and tombs must be safe from the disgusting grasp of the necromancers!


Infodumps! Number crunching! I crunch those numbers twice more because I actually calculate the hp and defence equations. It's very painful, but I'm sparing you guys from that, unless you really want to know how the health of your 500+ creatures is calculated each time an attack is made?

Now the QM salty minute is done, I won't reveal all the undead abilities and it's mostly common sense, but here's some tips, because even if you didn't spy on Riddle to get a feel on his units, I'm not completely heartless:

Arrows can't hit if there's no flesh.
You can't punch a ghost.
Liches are dead mages.
Vampires aren't sun/fire-proof, they just heal quickly.
Any humanoid bitten by a zombie is going to have a Bad Time.

That's all.

:3
 
Turn 4 : June 21st 1985 : The battle for Yr Wyddfa (2)
Sooo, I posted it by accident on SV, so I'm doing it here too. It's unbetaed, just so you know.
Also, I'm gonna put a violence warning right here, because of pissed Martha. It gets a bit graphic.


Turn 4 : June 21st 1985 : The battle for Yr Wyddfa (2)



Battle turn 1:

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From his position on the walls of the castle, Dace could see the armies move. He felt a bit perplexed as he saw it separate on two lines, but after taking a spyglass, he noticed what was left behind : Dementors and skeletons. Creatures he could destroy easily in one shot, that stayed behind, just out of his range. Not for the first time, Dace cursed the lack of time that kept him from training his talent for the arts of wind, deciding to keep his spells in reserve, for now, at least.

[X] (Cautious): Keep his strength for now, one can never know what Riddle's strategy is.

The grey skinned vampires changed forms and flew up, avoiding both the river and the small barrier created by the concealed treants. He raised his hand and the elves at the bottom of the citadel armed their bows, before releasing their arrows as his hand fell.

[X] (Polyvalent): Shoot to kill 526 Damage to vampires. 7 Vampires dead, 23 remaining.

They flew and struck true, thinning about a fifth of their ranks, the ones falling catched by their brethren. It seemed they intended to have their necromancer master raise them. This wouldn't do.

"Madeye, are they ready?" He called out to the man currently arguing with his colleague, who turned around and grinned, causing his scarred face to twist and lines to appear where they really shouldn't.

"That they are. Greenhorns got real focused when they learned what Riddle'd do to them if they messed up."
Oh, if only he knew of the depths of that man's depravity...
As if on cue, a spiral of green energy rose from the plains, where the druids were gathered in a circle, to the cloudy skies, splashing against it as would a water drop on the ground, except it spread, again and again, until all of the sky was green. Dace felt some of the pressure in his head lessen, however, the the fact they needed the spell in itself was ominous. Lily raised her head, looking up in alarm, but settled down once she noticed this wasn't the result of an enemy acttion.

[X] (Cautious): Stay behind as last line of defence [Moves to backline]
[X] (Aggressive): Set up a Necromancy ward : Prevents the enemy from raising or animating the dead for the duration of the combat. (15/20 Mana remaining)


Back on the frontline it seemed the grey skinned inferi began to pass the river. a closer look revealed their blackened gums and blackish red teeth oozing a black liquid that fell from their chins, causing the vegetation on the ground under them to twist and wilt, thei itinerary like a black scar across the land. He tried not to look too long at the bodies of the former humans, taking comfort in the fact that their soul long departed from their bodies.
That's a lie, and you know it. Look at that little girl holding her teddy by the hand. Do you hear them? screaming, begging for help? Your legilimency must be hurting your head right now.
Meanwhile, the does were looking at the scene, impassive, only moving each time the creatures tried to attack them. Still, the way they tapped the ground and fidgeted indicated their nervousness at being around those creatures to begin with.

[X] (Cautious): Stay under the cover of vegetation.

Nervousness that was warranted, because due to Oliver and Elisabeth's efforts, the dragons had free heign over the battlefield, and with the inferi forming a neat little pile, crawling on top the the rest to go past the river, well, they had a target they couldn't miss and they bould burn in a way that wouldn't hinder the elves' efforts.

[X] (Polyvalent): Hit and run. They will act in the way allowing them to maximize their moves.
Dragons use breath attack! 575 Damage to zombies. 23 Zombies killed, 277 remaining, 23 leftover damage.


As they passed the river, however, they got ambushed, the wolves, swift and agile under the trees darted in and out of cover as they bit, clawed and tore down everything they could. However, that ferocious assault wasn't without losses, as, since the wolves were alive, the inferi threw themselves at them, devouring all they could to try and soothe their hunger.

[X] (Polyvalent): Attacks of opportunity.
Wolves attack! 2243 Damage to zombies. 93 zombies killed, 184 remaining.
Zombies retaliate ! 2225 Damage to wolves.185 wolves killed, 244 remaining.
Double attack activated! Wolves attack = 1262 Damage to zombies. 52 zombies killed, 132 remaining.


A loud buzzing filled the air as the fairies were arriving, darting between the vampires to come, however, this attracted the attention of the injured creatures...

[X] (Aggressive): Charge ! [Move to frontline]

... And of the enemy spellcasters. A vaguely feminine figure, riding on a white horse raised their staff, conjuring a wide blade of frost, causing the running martha to drop to the ground, while the glacial wave sailed in the air, bisecting some of the flying creatures.

Ana uses ice bolt! 24 + 4x12 = 72 damage to fairies (27/30 Mana remaining) 10 fairies dead, 90 remaining, 2 leftover damage.

Causing the dragons nearby to roar in indignation and double down on attacking the undead wave of inferi.

Oliver rides the gold dragon, double attack (temporary) activated: Dragons use breath attack = 296 Damage to zombies. 12 Zombies killed, 122 remaining, 8 leftover damage.
Due to Elizabeth's organization, dragons gain an extra attack!Dragons use breath attack= 292 Damage to zombies. 12 Zombies killed, 110 remaining, 4 leftover damage.


However, as the rest of the zombie group pushed through the woods and bodies, they found that they wouldn't move, roots holding them in place despite their best efforts...

The treants use Root! Zombies immobilized for Turn 2!

Turn 2.


It seemed, however, that the surprise finally wore off, and the enemy launched their counterattacks. In the sky, the vampires herded the fairies, culling their numbers and feasting on their blood, flesh and magic, using their foul magic to transfer that precious energy to the cadavers of their fallen friends, causing undeath to once more dwell inside of them.

Vampires attack fairies = 324 Damage to fairies46 fairies killed, 44 remaining, 2 leftover damage.
Vampiric touch activated! Vampires gain 162 hp. 2 Vampires resurrected, leftover damage nulled.
24 Vampires remaining.


Next to the immobile dementors and wraiths, the crowned skeletons raised their staves, their fleshless jaws moving as if to pronouned incantations. Finally, sick teal light illuminante the staves' extremity and the undeads brandished them towards the frontline, where most of the fight was happening, making light orbs launch in htat direction, exploding upon contact with the ground releasing clouds of deathly energy, making the living creatures on the ground screaming in pain.

However, among all of those noises, a lighter one could be heard, and white light bathed the battlefied, the moon does trampling the ground with their hooves as silver crescents appeared on their chests, dissipating the magic.

Liches bombard the 'forest' using Death Cloud. Every living ground unit in the frontline gets damaged for 11 HP this turn (Wolves, treants, fairies, does)
Moon doe's intervention ! - 25% damage taken. Every living ground unit in in the frontline takes 3 Damage this turn. (Wolves, treants, fairies, does)


Seeing that, the opposition decided to change tactics. Scanning the horizon, Riddle's second in command raised their own staff the light sailing too fast for anyone to move an hitting the elf contingent, causing them to tremble in terror.

Anastasia uses Cowardice on the elves :Cowardice makes the target unable to attack an enemy with more total hit points for 3 turns.

The leader of the troops, who managed to free himself from the forest, began his incantation, words that fouled the very air used to convey them spewed from his mouth, as a chould of miasma was emittend from him, surrounding him with a black sphere, that darkened more and more until only a black sphere remained. Then, it exploded outwards, accompanied with the shrill noise of nails raking a blackboard, engulfing all of the battlefield.

Even the moon does' light wasn't enough, this time.

Riddle uses Plague! - 15 / 50 Mana
Damage mitigated by the moon does for frontline units. Frontline units (save dragons who are immune) take (16 + 16 x 1,5) x 0,25 = 12. All frontline wolves and sprites die!
16 + 16 x 1,5 = 48.
Roll 100 : 51. Martha resists the spell.
Lily resists 10 damage!
All other units take 48 damage!
All elves and Druids die!


The green sky darkened as the living died, their skin flackening, their blood watering the ground. For others, more resistant, like death, they felt intense abdominal pains, fever and chills, nausea and extreme weakness. As Dace forced himself back up from the ground he had fallen onto, he saw the skin on his own hand blackening and he felt chills run down his spine.

Riddle could even control the Black Death.
Meanwhile, as the inferi were busy freeing themselves from the sickly trees' trapping, a brown shape was galloping next to the river, weaving through the vegetation. Anastasia's hood fell as she brutally ordered her mount to back away, but it was too late for that, as Martha jumped from her horse's back and grabbed the undead animal's reigns, using them as a fulcrum to kick its rider off its back with both legs.

As Anastasia rolled away, Martha approached her, her stride steady and face impassive. Her eyes, however, held promises of painful murder as her fists began to glow. The undead woman began chanting a spell, however the human dashed towards her, her face on the other's chest's level and she punched.

The armor shattered as if it was made from glass, melting where it entered in contact with Martha's fist, offering no protection as the magically reinforced still began to sink in the redhead's sternum, undead flesh sizzling and blackening. Then, the fist within opened and contracted again as it got out, bringing with it the severed oesophagus.

Anastasia opened her mouth but no sound opened, which made the human smile joylessly.

"Seems like you still need air for your little tricks, bitch. "

Avoiding a hit from her opponent's staff, she caught her face with her other gauntlet clad hand and lifted her soon ot be victim. The undead activity stilled as Riddle noticed something was amiss and Martha threw him a glance, her lips stretching even more into what could be called a 'slasher smile'. Then, her hand shone and the undead's woman head and upper body exploded in a shower of gore as the rest fell limply to the ground.

Martha's hand hovered in the air for a few seconds, before almost gracefully falling horizontal to the ground, her palm facing the sky, and two fingers wagging from Riddle's enraged expression, to herself.

"Your turn." Were the words she uttered with a confidence that made it seem like her loss was inconceivable. Of course, against such provocation, there was only one reaction possible.

Martha reaches Anastasia and attacks!
Morale Roll 49 (proc)
Luck : 63 / 76 double proc :
Holy word : -4 Mana. (6/10)
Damage: 49 + 4 dmg/level = 49+ 20 = 69 Damagex4 = 276
220-276 = -56. Ded.
D5 : 4. 5+4 = 9 9Years time out.
Bonus roll : 100. Nat 1 malus nulled for Martha! Tom Riddle is thoroughly taunted.



As Martha and Riddle were spoiling for a fight, Dace recuperated enough to make take stock of the situation.

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Death :

Skeleton warriors: x 200 (uninjured) (out of range)
Wraiths: x 40 (uninjured) (out of range)
Liches: x 8 (uninjured) (out of range)
Vampires x 25 (uninjured)
Zombies x 110
Tom Riddle: (uninjured) ( 35/50 Mana)
Anastasia : Dead. Again.

Nature :
Dragons x 1 x 4 : Uninjured.
Fairies: Dead
Wolves: Dead
Elves: Dead
Druids: Dead
Treants x 15 : 43/55
Moon does x 20 : 108/120
Oliver: 108/120
Agatha: 52 / 100
Elizabeth: 52 / 100
Moody & Jason: 52 / 100
Lily:162/200
Dace : 102/150, 20/20 Mana
Martha: Uninjured, 6/10 Mana

What to do now?

[Frontline] The treants
Cannot root for 2 more turns!
[] (Aggressive): Attack the enemy as they pass, inflicting damage to them. Will drop Camouflage.
[] (Polyvalent): Remain Camouflaged, until the occasion presents itself.
[] (Cautious): Remain Camouflaged, only inflict Rooting.

[Frontline] The moon does ( x 20 Unfettered, Magic dampening aura.
[] (Aggressive): Charge [Move to river]
[] (Polyvalent): Hit and run tactics.
[] (Cautious): Stay under the cover of vegetation.

[Frontline] The dragons
[] (Aggressive): 'Bombardment' tactics (Burn everything to the ground)
[] (Polyvalent): Hit and run. They will act in the way allowing them to maximize their moves.
[] (Cautious): Interception : they will focus on destroying any enemy breaking through the line.

Lily: (In backline)
[] (Aggressive): Run to the frontline [Moves to frontline, takes 2 turns]
[] (Polyvalent): Run to the middle [Moves to Middle]
[] (Cautious): Stay behind as last line of defence

Dace: (still in Rampart)
[] (Aggressive): Try to wipe them out right now (will use the most damagind spells he knows as soon as the opportunity appears.
[] (Polyvalent): Use spells if needed.
[] (Cautious): Keep his strength for now, one can never know what Riddle's strategy is.


Sooooo... This happened. Moon doe ability be broken tho.
Moon doe... Mundo? Huh. Explains a few things.
Kinda thinking of renaming Martha's steel gauntlets into the 'gauntlets of BEGONE THOT'.
 
Turn 4 : June 21st 1985 : The battle for Yr Wyddfa (3)
Death:

Skeleton warriors: x 200 (uninjured) (out of range)
Wraiths: x 40 (uninjured) (out of range)
Liches: x 8 (uninjured) (out of range)
Vampires x 25 (uninjured)
Zombies x 110
Tom Riddle: (uninjured) (35/50 Mana)
Anastasia: Dead. Again.

Nature :
Dragons x 1 x 4 : Uninjured.
Fairies: Dead
Wolves: Dead
Elves: Dead
Druids: Dead
Treants x 15 : 43/55
Moon does x 20 : 108/120
Oliver: 108/120
Agatha: 52 / 100
Elizabeth: 52 / 100
Moody & Jason: 52 / 100
Lily:162/200
Dace : 102/150, 20/20 Mana
Martha: Uninjured, 6/10 Mana



Turn 4 : June 21st 1985 : The battle for Yr Wyddfa (3)



Turn 2



The situation was tense, however, it did reveal an interesting tidbit of information. Trying to ignore the blackened patches of skin spreading over his skin, Dace decided on his next plan.

Which was very simple.

On his signal, the dragon switched targets, focusing their fire on Riddle instead. The only sign that he noticed what was happening was him donning a silvery cloak over his person.

[X] (Aggressive): 'Bombardment' tactics (Burn Tom to the ground)
Total damage: 577.

I shall not touch you... Cloak of Invisibility, effect activated
The roaring flames headed towards the man, who calmly, almost politely crossed his arms, before cascading onto his form, blackening the stone and scorching the earth. However, as the dragons pulled back, they saw him standing in the same spot, looking as if nothing was wrong, completely injured. The smirk spreading on his pallid face as he raised a strange, knotted wand expressed quite clearly his smugness over the situation and a dark gleam in his eyes was reflected over the dark stone ornamenting his fingers.

Riddle retaliates! 35 Damage done to green dragons
Curse roll: 85 (must beat 75).
Curse of aging inflicted to green dragons! (attack -25%, defense -20%, speed and movement -50%)


A simple ray of light was emitted from his wand, gray particles coming off the edges. One could think it would splash off harmlessly against the emerald scales, however the green dragons seemed to grow by the second and then shrivel. The green scales looked mossier, some of them shining like jewels, their speed diminished, and they looked a lot older and weaker than what they used to be. This was worrying, however at this rate, he had no more choice.

"Lily" He snapped the order and the redhead began sprinting towards the battlefield.
[X] (Aggressive): Run to the frontline [Moves to frontline, takes 2 turns]

Meanwhile, as the zombies were finally freeing themselves, both the treants and moon does were observing the situation.
[X] (Polyvalent): Remain Camouflaged, until the occasion presents itself.
[X] (Cautious): Stay under the cover of vegetation.


Dace sighed, coughing a bit, before concentrating. The winds around the castle stilled, then converged in his direction as the book in his hand heated up. Not for the first time, as he released his grasp ono the spell, he thanked his lucky stars for the find, for if he somehow lost that book, he would lose a lot of firepower.

Dace uses Destroy Undead. (12/24)
All undead in range take 30 damage.
All zombies die
All vampires take 30 damage (45/75)
Riddle takes 30 damage (230/260)


It was the undead forces' turn to scream, as Martha used the distraction to break into a sprint and beeline in Riddle's direction.


Turn 3:


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Riddle shouted, causing the army of the dead to move towards Martha, who was still currently outside of Dace's range. While the skeletons were too slow to catch up to her, the demetors were not. However, as they closed on her, roots surged from the grounds as the treants began their move.

Treants' attack: Wraiths take 237 Damage 16 Wraiths die, 3 leftover damage, 27 wraiths left.

The wraiths, their path obstructed, had no other choice than to try and open a path through the wooden creatures.

Treants take 64 Damage, 1 treant die, 21 leftover damage, 14 treants left

The action was futile though, for even if they manage to fell one of them, the rest still stood strong after having culled a third of their numbers.

In the backline, the liches prepared themselves, once again, to unleash their spells on the frontline.

Liches bombard the 'forest' using Death Cloud. Every living unit in a hex radius around the target gets damaged for 11 HP this turn (treants, does, Martha)
Moon doe's intervention! - 25% damage taken. Every living unit in a hex radius around the target takes 3 Damage this turn. (treants, does, Martha)
Rolled 67. Martha resists the damage


Meanwhile the vampires flew through the battlefield, this time attacking the does directly, feasting on them to further strengthen themselves.

Moon does take 141 damage, 1 moon doe dies, 19 moon does left, 36 leftover damage.

However, the animals were expecting them, and they did their best to evade their attacks. In the end, the vampires simply didn't get enough blood to call back their brethren.

In the middle of the chaos, Riddle stood, watching the proceedings, his eyes scanning the melee to find his target, that was coming into view. His lip curled in disdain as he looked at Martha, pointing his wand towards her.

"Even if you somehow manage to survive this, you'll already have lost everything, little girl. Such is the fate of those who oppose the one even Death kneels for."

Riddle uses plague! -15 Mana, rolled 77: luck crit
Spell rank upgraded to 4 (Elder's wand)
16 + 1,5x lv + 10 (elder wand) x 2 luck crit = 100 damage
Every living unit takes 100 damage!
Elizabeth takes 100 damage
Agatha takes 100 damage
Lily takes 90 damage
Moody & Jason take 100 damage
Dace takes 100 damage
Moon doe intervention: every frontline unit takes 25 Damage
Moon does take 25 damage
Green dragons take 25 damage
Treants take 25 damage
Oliver takes 25 damage
Martha resists the spell.


Black filled his vision as Dace fell to the ground, unable to move anymore, as he felt, deep in his bones, that worse had yet to come.
His last thought as his consciousness slipped out were...

Choose one:
[] He needed to send the anchor to safety
[]He needed to send orders
-[] Everyone attack... Write in
-[] Everyone flee
-[] Everyone, brace for contact!

The keen noise of a bell began tolling, as neture screamed again, yet another wave of foul energy being unleashed...



Final roster:

Death:

Skeleton warriors: x 200 (uninjured)
Wraiths: x 27
Liches: x 8 (uninjured)
Vampires x 25 (uninjured)
Zombies: Dead
Tom Riddle: (230/260) (20/50 Mana)
Anastasia: Dead. Again.

Nature :
Gold dragon x 1 : Uninjured
Green dragons x 4 : 155/ 180
Fairies: Dead
Wolves: Dead
Elves: Dead
Druids: Dead
Treants x 14 : 15/55
Moon does x 19 : 80/120
Oliver: 83/120
Agatha: 0 / 100 Dead
Elizabeth: 0/ 100 Dead
Moody & Jason: 0 / 100 Dead
Lily: 72/200
Dace : 2/150, 12/24 Mana
Martha: Uninjured, 6/10 Mana



Well, that escalated quickly :V
I maintain that if prople looked more for invisitext, much panicking would have been done earlier.
 
Time out
Winning option :
X] Flee, Olliver assist me, Dragons grab council, take moon doe



Time out



He only had time to send those thoughts, when he felt his body seize up, and, choking, he tried to remain conscious. However, past a certain point, the agony was too vivid and blessed unconsciousness came to him, taking him away from the pain. He didn't know how much time passed, but he felt something snap within him, as if a link was broken, and clarity came back to him as he felt himself sink into the darkness.

So, this is how I die. How embarrassing.
As if he knew the meaning of shame. He's been an automaton for most of his life.
It was pitch black.
Oh, shut up you. And finally, the man of the hour wakes up.
Dace got up, all pain having disappeared, and sat. Or at least he thought he sat. There was nothing here, except the void.
The void is more than enough. He wouldn't like the other places, emotionally stunted as he is.
He tried breathing, but he found he couldn't.
No winds can carry him away now.
He tried talking, but he found he couldn't.
No words can save him from judgement now.
Annoyed, he got on his feet and began to walk.
He doesn't even have legs to carry him away, foolish little meatbag.
He didn't know for how long, he felt neither tiredness, nor thirst, nor hunger, and so he was left alone with his thoughts.
Most people would have gone mad from this, you know?
It was infuriating, seeing his actions in retrospect, though, some of the fault wasn't on him, the events did conspire against him. However, this didn't excuse his incompetence.
Enigma-boy certainly did. The two of them are very similar, the same stench of unrepentant murder.
He didn't try to better himself, relying on Luck instead of the ability to trump Magic, when he was fighting an obviously magical opponent.
Yep, he messed up big time, now though, he'd probably be better served by doing something about it.
He didn't try to play on his strengths, lying in the shadows, accumulating information until an opportunity to strike presented itself at him, and instead acted like a common, run down the mill meathead and sought direct confrontation, while chasing after his erstwhile daughter who was a tertiary interest at best.
Not that I would know anything about that, mind you. That one though, she snapped the threads and turned them into a mess of knots. The Fates were in a right tizzy.
He didn't try to protect his secrecy, opening himself and his sanctum to factions he knew were riddled with spies. Then, he had the gall not to expect that those spies would move against him.
Of course, you would be upset about that. Well, I wasn't expecting much from you, your type tends to only focus on the obvious, reactive instead of proactive.
He didn't protect his followers, following an elusive promise of victory instead of making the logical choice and keeping noncombatants outside of the fight.
And yet they followed him. You didn't deserve them, yet again, they do deserve him. Interesting, that.
Still, no time for moping, he supposed. That wasn't him. What could he do though? That was an interesting question, and he was fairly sure coma didn't work like that-
I know you're looking at me right now. You're listening, right?
He thought he felt something behind him.
Oh, nonono, you don't get to make me look like the bad guy here.
A chill was running down his spine.
Do you know where they are now? Do you want to know what they're doing?
Will you look behind you?
They fall and fall, they rot and weep, yet again, you don't even care, do you?
[]Yes Turn around and face me, face what you have done! Turn around and see for yourself the consequences of your actions!
[]No ... Master? Can you hear me? Master, please wake up... You have to come back!

Divine intervention roll : 43 + 30 (Kufufu) + 10 (Mathematicae) = 83 Needed 80 : Deus ex machina!

Okay, okay everybody shut the hell up right now!

There was a massive gong noise ant the void turned into brass. Cogs were turning and suddenly, Dace found himself sitting at a table, two other people sitting in front of him. A slight smell tickled his nose and he looked down seeing a cup of tea in front of him, his two hands on each side of the cup. He tried to grab it, but his limbs didn't obey him.

"This much is normal, after all, the soul forgets quickly, once the thread of life has been snapped." The cowled woman sitting directly in front of him. " Yet again, the reason you haven't been destroyed yet is because part of your it has been claimed by Nature, as unfortunate as it is."

"Too meta, Cherry, he won't understand." Admonished a little girl sitting on her right, who was toying with the rim of the cup, her glowing, golden irises fixed on him in an evaluating manner.

"My name, is Ceridwen." The woman sniffed, putting the teacup to her lips in what was an obvious stalling tactic. Then, she paused, before putting it back on the table and sighing.

"This is going to become tiring rather quickly. In any case, you are currently dead. No doubt that this will be a very temporary state, what with the three of them trying to claim you." She pointed offhandedly at three statues, all reaching for him. " But the worst case scenario has hopefully been avoided already."

"Hmmm. Not quite." The little girl pointed out, having shifted so that her legs went over her seat's armrest while her back leaned against the other, giving Dace a view of her mechanical limbs as she raised her hands, her eyes now focusing on a golden weave. " But that's irrelevant. The best possible future is already out of reach, and the worst possible one is still within an arm's reach. I'm not really expecting anything at this point, but keeping that leaf from rotting inside out would still be appreciated."

Ceridwen flinched at the light admonishment, before her lips pursed and she drank, once again.

Control came back to Dace, and he flexed his hands a bit, before opening his mouth experimentally.


You can choose to talk to Ceridwen, the Lady of Life and Death, or you could choose the mysterious girl instead.

You can ask 3 questions. Make them count.



Andraste walked away in disgust (aka, rolled too low). But no worry, you've got an Outsider Entity and a Goddess of Death in your corner! Well... At least they don't want you dead right now?
 
Time out (2)
Well, the funny thing about ties, is that I get to roll on which questions are chosen! Corrected them to be more in line with what Dace would know.



Time out (2)



"If you're going to ask questions about your allies' state or future events, don't bother"

The little girl immediately interrupted, walking on the floor as if on a tightrope, spinning the full cup around her finger without spilling a drop. Then, with an artistic twirl, she threw it at the wall, just above Dace's shoulder, making him flinch, where it exploded in a shower of porcelain, the liquid pooling on the ground showing several images. Martha standing over the pulped remains of Riddle, the corpses of Agatha and Elizabeth, paler than death, twitching on the ground, and a river of blood flowing in Diagon Alley, bodies, both human and not, lining the otherwise empty streets.

"As you can see, they've been taken care of already." She continued lightly, the porcelain shards reforming, the liquid coming back into the cup, and the cup returning to its owner's hand. She looked at it for a second, before shrugging and sending it flying over her shoulder, to fall into the starless void. "Hm." She looked at him for a second, before continuing.

"Call me Themis. I'm as close as the real deal as you'll find in those parts, anyways. Ask your questions, I'm fairly sure Cherry would looove to answer them." The way she drawled the word while waving her hands on each side was not reassuring, her golden braid slithering behind her back like a tail.

Dace took a second to gather his though.

The deceptively young girl in a blue dress and four mechanical limbs called herself Themis, as in, the Titaness of divine law and Order. That part was especially important. She also presumably had the ability to foresee the future without fail. However, that she introduced herself as a Titaness and not a Goddess was most likely important, too. In the end, he gave up on that and asked her the question relevant to her domain.

[X] How do I restore the Order Anchor?

Themis tilted her head, chin length bangs moving slightly, before her eyes narrowed.

"The Anchor your follower sacrificed in order to give herself a power boost?" The girl shook her head " I'm sorry, however, it cannot be recovered. You would be better served to create another one from scratch, and with all the chaos running rampant, my influence here is tenuous at best, so even that would be difficult. If you truly want to obtain another one of those, I'll need you to ensure that Order and Civilization can survive the coming ordeals, as I have no illusions the current Order representatives can do it." She sniffed a little in discain, seemingly having an even worse opinion of the Aurors that Dace did.

" And even if that were the case, and you managed to create another one, you would need an appropriate leader. One who is both Lawful, and doesn't let emotions cloud their judgement."

She sighed.

"I was intending for you to become its owner instead of miss Evans, however that person sunk her diseased claws into you first, so unless you reject her, this is out of my hands. Still, if you really want a second Order faction under your control to be created, I can give you a series of tasks to execute in order to do it." Her serious expression and golden eyes looked almost out of place on her youthful, freckled face. "However, they will not be easy."

Do you want Themis to give you quests?

[] Yes
-Will open the [Light of Civilization] Questline.
-Themis is nicely surprised
-Ceridwen is furious with you.

[] No
-Ceridwen is pleased
-Themis will give up on you.

Ceridwen clapped her hand, interrupting Themis, her face darkened in anger.

"Do not presume to insult my Lady in my presence." Themis' only reaction was to snort and go back to the table to pour herself some more tea, ignoring the woman.

"Ask her your other question. She'll answer adequately enough, I'll pipe in when she starts lying." The girl sat, crossing her legs and drinking. The smell indicated milk chocolate. Ceridwen glared at her, scowling, hefore schooling her expression and smoothing the creases of her pearl gray velvet robes, the diamonds on her black girdle shining like stars. Shen she smiled, eyes closeds at Dace, a few strands of silver framing her alabaster face.

"Please do not let her babble cloud your thinking and please ask. I'll endeavor to answer it to my utmost capacity."

Dace was beginning to wonder if he'd intruded in the middle of some argument, but in the end decided to ask the one of the questions that plagued him ever since the incident with the golden dragon happened. He pondered a bit on how to formulate it, but in the end, he tried to get the most information possible.

[X] What are the different faction that currently are into play in Britain? Both divine and Mortal.

She hid her mouth behing her hand and giggled.

"Isn't this something you should already be aware of, though?" Dace had to keep his annoyance from showing until her hilarity disapeared in favor of a sweet smile. "Very well, let me explain~"

"You're probably aware of the elemental allegiances? Life for Albus Dumbledore, Death for Tom Riddle, Order for Rufus Scrimgeour, Nature for you, and Chaos for-" She opened and closed her mouth but no sound came out and she frowned. "For the one calling himself the Overlord. Those are the biggest mortal factions as of right now, muggles not included." She lifted her fingers, lifting them as she enunciated the names. " There are also Arthur's and Mordred's, though both of them are out of commission right now, Merlin, though he is sealed off somewhere, Voldemort is still seeking a body, horcrux number 3 is rampaging in middle East, and then, there are the Potter twins, so very interesting~"

Well, wasn't that foreboding.

"As for Gods and goddesses involved, you have Freyja acting as Aife's patron, Ahriman as Riddle's, Andraste is more interested in keeping things under control, but she once had her eye on you, Ares is following Lily Evans. As for the rest, I won't say who exactly got what, but Athena, Loki, Kali, Dionysus, Eros, Thor, Odin, Nephtys and Epona have espressed interest. Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Ra used to be members too, but their chosen got offed rather quickly. Other than that, there's nothing of inte-" a cup of chocolate milk crashed against her head and Themis waved lazily, spinning on a newly appeared gaming chair.

"Don't forget about that little alliance~ You've got to fill your underworld somehow." She chimed in, letting out a little whee as the chair began rolling across the room while spinning.

Ceridwen snarled and the space warped, yet, with a flicker of bronze fingers, the it righted itself immediately and the silver haired woman huffed.

"He doesn't need to know about that."

Themis looked at her with disdain.

"Glad to know that your word is as cheap as your thighs."

He gave an 8 out of 10 for that one.

"How dare you-"

"In any case." Themis interrupted. "Ceridwen had an alliance with Ahriman, or Angra Mainyu, whichever you prefer, Kali and Odin, because they were all gods of Death. Freyja, Thor and Loki do too, however it'll disintegrate soon enough. Athena, Epona, Eros and Dionysus mostly do their thing, but agreed to look out for eachother here. Andraste is the outlier here, since she's somehow managed to declare war to everyone, including Epona. " She shrugged in disbelief." She's the nicest, most peaceful, slowest to anger woman ever, right behind Hestia."

It did sound like quite the achievement.

"Right? Anyways, besides those, there's that person from another dimension that inserted itself within a child and is biding their time, think your daughter, except he's kind of a horny Hitler youth with minor reality warping abilities." She waved as if it was unimportant.

[X] Why is Riddle after my Grandaughter?

Ceridwen righted herself, before answering.

"That would be because of her mother. Aife is blessed by Freyja, however, as a goddess of fertility, she forgot the fact that her blessings would be hereditary, which is why your granddaughter has rather inhuman aspects."
"He's also trying to become a god by absorbing those blessings. Him attacking you was a massive setback since it cost him Aphrodite's chosen. Drawback is, Aphrodite can now come back into the 'game'." Themis made ellipses with her fingers.

"Which leads us, to the present situation." Ceridwen spoke over the blonde, crossing her arms under her sleeves. " We would like you to swear fealty ot one of us-" "Speak for yourself!""- and act as our hands in the mortal plane. Of course, you would be appropriately rewarded as our champion."


Does Dace join hands with one of the Goddesses?

[] No. This was way over his paycheck. Which he knows very well, because he's the one paying his own check.
[] Yes:

[]Ceridwen: Goddess of Life and Death.

-All Life spells available, as long as you build the conservatory of Life. (spells found will depend on the level of the Mages' guild)
-Nature's bounty activates automatically each time a holding is set up
-Death element is no longer antagonistic ( no more morale penalty with Death type units in the army, can build the conservatory of Death building to learn some Death spells.)
-Your units cannot be raised as undead by enemies. (Gain permanent Necromancy ward)
-No penalty with Life faction as Ceridwen is also a Goddess of Life.
-???

[]'Themis': Titaness of Order, Law and Foresight.

-Order element is no longer antagonistic ( no more morale penalty with Order type units in the army, can build the conservatory of Order building to learn some Order spells, no penalty when casting Order type spells in Nature territory.)
-You will receive visions each time another player gets either a Nat100 or Nat1
-Penalty when entering contact with with Chaos faction
-???



Guess what is needed if your players are at a loss because too much information? More information :V
 
Time out (3)
Time out (3)




'Themis' shook her head, looking disappointed but unsurprised as Ceridwen's smile became quite a bit wider and clapped her hands together in delight, before she signalled the other to go with a wave of her hand. The girl just raised an eyebrow before grimacing at her in disgust.

"Disappointing, but understandable, I haven't been that forthcoming either, after all. Oh well, I've got others to visit." The little girl snapped her fingers and a golden doorway appeared as the space they were all in began to break down, cracks appearing like in glass. Then, the world disappeared and Dace and Ceridwen were alone in some strange building. The stone was dark and the air musty, providing the place with a gloomy atmosphere. On the walls, he could see torches flickering, and in some alcoves dug into the stone, there were embalmed bodies, brownish skin stretched on their bones.

The woman was fluttering around the room, then, with a hand on her him, she pointed at a wall, that bursted open. She turned towards Dace and smiled apologetically.

" I"m sorry, I don't have many guests and despite everything, that crazy bitch from hell from back there is the one who visits the most." The sheer hatred coming from her voice belied her happy expression."But don't let that stop you, come out, come out, let me show you around~" she began walking towards the exit, a long, dark corridor with light at the end of the tunnel.

Once out, he looked around and saw that he got out of some sort of megalithic structure and into stairs that led to some sort of swamp.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are we doing here?" Dace felt prudent to ask as the woman almost skipped towards the end of the stairs. She stopped and then her head turned, without the rest of her body, ther hood falling and revealing the white bone of her cranium.

"Do not worry overly much about it, just follow me, this is a sur~prise~" She sing-sang, her head and neck coming back into place with a crack.

This wasn't reassuring at all and Dace looked around carefully, trying not to slip on the slimy roots of the tree. Then, a stone cold hand dragged him into a trunk and after a moment of trying to fight back, he saw something. Lizard like creatures, wyverns, and further away, a hydra, who looked bigger and fiercer than any he ever saw.

"Those are my gift to you~Since, you know, all your creatures died and your dragons abandoned you ~ And I can't have you running around without any army to back you up~"

His eye twitched. That was news to him.

"And also~"She continued in her sickly sweet tone that almost smelled like rotting meat. " I'm sorry, buy you're too old to become my champion, divine energy must be inserted in the womb or it will destroy the host because it can't adapt. Don't worry though." Her tone switched to teasing and less fake. " Your next child will definitely be blessed." She finished with a knowing smile.

Dace didn't understand, after all, Elizabeth was past the age where she could have children. And wasn't Lily-

"In any case, I'll send you missions from time to time, don't worry about it." She interrupted before he could ask." You'll remember when time comes."

Wait, wha- Don't worry about it I said! Everything will be just fine.

He blinked.

He was in the darkness, and had the feeling he forgot something important. Then, he felt icy agony clawing at his back and shrieking, ordering that he turned back, but he refused. He then heard something amidst the howls and felt something warm catch his hand.

He opened his eyes and sat up, before heaving and rolling around to vomit. he felt a warm hand on his back rubbing circles and heard someone speaking to him. His vision was swimming as he was gasping for breath but after a while and several refreshing charms, he felt bood enough to look up. Martha was next to him, in her civilian clothing, a silver cloak around her shoulders, with a hand on his back and a bucket under his face. The expression of pure relief on her face was palpable.

"I'm so glad... When I brought the others back, they came instantly..." She muttered in a quiet voice, not moving an inch.

Dace took one last deep breath and fell down on his back, exhausted.

"What's the situation?"

Martha let go and sat back, a bit further away from him.

"Riddle and his servants have been dealt with, however, there have been catastrophic losses on our side. Our entire roster has been wiped out and the dragons have gone away. Oliver fell from Sigurd and broke his arm after failing to pacify the dragon. As for our human losses..." She bit her lip." I have... It seems I somehow have obtained the power to bring back a portion of the dead to life. I managed to bring back Agatha and Lady Elizabeth, however, Mr. Moody and Swallows remain lost. As for the castle itself..." She looked through the window of his lavish bedroom and he saw the extent of the damage: blackened grass, dead vegetation, the water was a murky green and even the castle itself seemed to have suffered. In any case, extensive rebuilding would have to be made, even with the surprising surge of Nature in the area.



When his granddaughter came back, she was devastated by the death of the dogs she summoned and locked herself in Oliver's room with Hassan after finding the corpse of her favourite puppy, Hassan the fourth, who was curled up under her bed, disobeying him for the first time in her life. A few days passed, and, surprisingly enough, no new wolf appeared.

However, the biggest change and surprise was, on the third evening after the battle, when he was coming back, exhausted, in his room.

As he threw his cloak aside, sighing, he heard his wife, coughing delicately on his side. He was unbuttonning his shirt as he opened an eye to glare ar her when he was met with martha, her face scarlet and looking like a deer in front of a fiendfyre. He promptly rebuttonned his shirt. Then, he glared harder at Elizabeth, who was smiling in a brittle way. That was unusual coming from the woman who'd rather throw herself to the ground and throw a tantrum than express her true emotions.

"I want a divorce."

His thoughts screeched to a pause.

"Excuse me?"

"You're forgiven." She nodded regally, before getting up from his bed. "I'm not as young as I used to be Dace. I can't accompany you in your ventures anymore."

He frowned a bit, but acknowledged her point.

"And I realized, after that close call, that I can's stay with someone who won't mourn me when I'll be gone." She smiled sadly at him. "I know I promised to not let your disability get in the way, but I think that even if neither of us can feel romantic love, I always hoped we could at least become friends down the line."

It seemed her mind was made up anyways.

"Why is Martha here then?" He asked, a bad feeling rising in his gut.

At that, Elizabeth brightened up like a lamp.

"Oh, her? She's my replacement. As your wife."

"... What?"

Martha's already scarlet face fell into her hands, her ears reddening.

"Shes practically perfect!" Elizabeth continued, her salt and pepper hair swaying around." She's young, has a great body." She emphasized her words by making movements around her hips, then in front of her chest "Seriously, you never peeked at the servants' quarters, but I certainly have and I'm fairly sure her mammaries could choke a man" She fake whispered, getting a surprised squeak from the woman, whose arms instinctively covered her front. " She's also strong enough to twist metal bars barehanded, and most of all, she's so in love with you she doesn't even mind you!" She pointed at Martha in an overly dramatic way." If Dace were to ask you to marry him and have his child, would you refuse?"

Martha looked about ready to faint, glaring at Elizabeth and definitely not looking in Dace's direction, before fidgeting and shaking her head shyly as her eyes became slightly glazed.

Dace felt a headache rising.

Wat do ?

[]Refuse. Elizabeth leaving him was one thing. Him marrying Martha, however, was unthinkable.
[] Accept. He'll have words with Martha, to ensure she wasn't coerced in any way. However, if she wasn't, Dace wasn't opposed to it.



Nature's bounty activated
All creatures wiped out.
New roster of creatures available for recruiting.
Due to trauma, Scáthach sealed away her ability to summon wolves.
No matter what happens, Elizabeth will push for a divorce, but will still remain your Diplomacy advisor.



That car salesman meme influenced me too much. I regret nothing.
RIP Hassan the Fourth. You will be missed. Lily liked you so much.
Last part before the massive scheduling session of Turn 5, wheeee.
This turn was gettin way too long.
And it's so hot here I'm gonna die.
 
Turn 5 : Summer 1985
Turn 5 : Summer 1985



Dace couldn't call this a victory by any means, but still, nothing too important was lost. Save for Moody, who would be annoying to replace for sure. However, he was mildly surprised upon learning that not every druid that went on the battlefield died.

"How is he going?" He asked, reading a letter Lucius sent to him.

"He is stable, however, it seems what we initially called a bout of madness was in fact his default personality." Martha answered, wearing a plain blue dress now that she had given her resignation as a maid, the diamond on her finger shining to the light.

Dace hummed noncommittally.

It was pretty ironic that the only suicidal druid of the roster was the one to survive in the end.

Gained Heroic Unit : Urie Blake


Gains:

-Animal (mundane and magical) Ranches: +45,000 Galleon (after salaries and charges), 1d6 Epic animal components/ Turn
-- 1000 Employees, payed 544 G/t on average.
Greenfire (Floo powder producers since 1930): + 10 000 Galleons/ Turn
--200 Employees payed 500 G/t on average
Potion shops 'Montmorency' in England: + 60, 000 Galleons/ Turn
--500 Employees payed 550 G/t on average
Medjica (Healing salves and potions): + 30 000 Galleons/turn
--150 Employees paid 770 G/t on average
'George's Inferno': +6 Sulfur /turn, +6 Mercury /turn
Gold mine : 1 000 G/Turn, 1d6-3 Native Gold / turn afterwards.
Assorted producer business: +8 Wood, + 8 Stone, + 2 Gems, +2 Sulfur / Turn


Spendings:

Gwallawg Academy of Superior Learning: -40,000 Galleon / turn, 1d6 Chance of producing a Druid, 1d100-80 chance of Loyal Hero Unit. (Muggleborn population: 95%)

Manor employee salaries: (50 of them, 380G/t on average)

Salaries: Agatha (1 000)

=
85000 Galleons / Turn + 8500 (Nature's bounty)
GASL Rolls:
D100 : 56 :Nope
D6: 1 : +1 Druid
Elizabeth roll :
D100: 95 : Gained [Mysterious Amber].
Animal ranches:
D6 : 3
D100: 67 : Gained 6x Dragon Heartstrings.
Gold mine:
D6 : 3 : Gained 3x Native Gold.

172 100 Galleons
30 Mercury
32 Sulfur
4 Crystal
10 Gems
8 Stone
8 Wood

Skylight: A sapphire that seems to shine with an inner light. +10 to results if used to create items with [Life/Order] Attribute.
Nature Anchor: Allows to soak up a zone with Nature energy, necessary to build a Rampart. [Set in Yr Wyddfa]
Book of Air:
Dragon Rearing book
Dragon nest plans


Ingredients:
10x Unicorn hairs
6x Dragon Heartstrings
3x Native Gold.

Hydra venom
Chimera heartstrings

Jobberknoll feathers x4 (Truth and mind potion ingredients)
Unicorn horn
Mysterious Amber

Inventory:
Cloak of Crystal: Gain 1 Crystal / turn (Value: 5000 G)
Still Eye of the dragon +1 Troops Morale, +1 Troops Luck (Value: 2000 G)
Quiet eye of the dragon +5 Troops attack damage, +5 Troops attack defense (Value: 2000 G)
Pendant of free will: Immune to mind magic and hypnosis. (Value 8000 G)
Wolves x 15
Druids x 1
Martha
Urie




Rumor mill:

Regulus Black extended an invitation to all of the country's prominent personalities to celebrate the birth of his son and heir, Leonis Sirius Black. Dace received word that, among others, the Malfoys, the Parkinsons, the Diggorys and the Potters were guaranteed to attend. (63)
[]This may be a golden opportunity for networking.

Dace has received some reports about a suspicious robed figure visiting Dumbledore frequently. Each time, they visited, the man ended up looking exhausted and yet, he refused to tell anyone who that person was. (15)
[]Dace may want to look into that matter.

Martha approached dace with a pile of papers covering available locations to rent, items to buy, people to hire and so on. She seems very pumped up by it and her gentle veneer is off more than on those days. Still, there were a few very interesting things he found, that really shouldn't be where they were... (100)
[]Never let it be said a wedding couldn't be an opportunity.



Actions:

Diplomacy:Advisor – Elizabeth Gwallawg: Actions: 2​

[] Meet up with people. Going here and there, talking with people and interacting with them may yield interesting results, after all, when you go out, you never quite know who you will meet later in the day. Managing to make lasting ties in one encounter though... Is quite a bit harder.
50 / 30 / 10 % Chances to meet influent and/or important people. Opens new SLs.

[] Networking at the Ministry. With the new minister, comes a new balance of power. You never really bothered with it before, but with the current state of things, getting a few people to report to you and allowing you to influence the decisions would be rather advantageous.
60 / 20 % Chances to forge ties with ministry workers. Gain access to Ministry confidential information. Chance to get access to Ministry resources.

[]Slander Reveal dark secrets of: Sometimes, people do things they are not very proud of and try to keep buried. Along the years, you have collected and hoarded those secrets, to unleash them at your convenience.
-[] Write-in
Chances vary depending on who is targeted.

[]Bolster reputation: Having well placed friends is a boon in and of itself. And if they owe you favors, well, even better.
-[]Yourself
-[]Write in (Must be a SL)
Cost: 10 000 Galleons. 70 / 50 / 20 % Chances of success.

[] Attend Academy graduation. You are, after all, the owner, founder and the one who funds the Gwallawg Academy of Superior Learning, located in Cardiff. This will increase your chance of people with exceptional potential stepping up, such as Oliver and Agatha. Miss Evans is currently indisposed and cannot give a speech, sorry.
+ 10 % chances to recruit heroic unit next turn.

[] Meet with your people (write in option). Just because they're already working for you doesn't mean that you have to neglect them.
50 / 30 / 10 % Chances to establish a SL with the designated subordinate.

[] Pureblood Meetings. After the incident in Diagon Alley, people are worried about what's happening. Go there to gauge the temperature.
60 / 20 % Chances to reassure the purebloods about your intentions.

[]Organize the Wedding: Invitations and advertising.

Stewardship Advisor – Oliver Lapierre: Actions: 2​

[] Trade for resources ( free action )
Buy:

1 Wood for 2000 galleons
1 Stone for 2000 galleons
1 Crystal for 5000 galleons
1 Gem for 5000 galleons
1 Mercury for 5000 galleons
1 Sulfur for 5000 galleons

Sell:

1 Wood for 250 galleons
1 Stone for 250 galleons
1 Crystal for 500 galleons
1 Gem for 500 galleons
1 Mercury for 500 galleons
1 Sulfur for 500 galleons

[] Develop the land (Free action):
-[]Stone quarry:
Cost: 20 000 Galleons. Reward : 16 ore / turn, 1d6-3 Flawless Marble afterwards.
-[]Crystal mine:
Cost: 40 000 Galleons. Reward : 8 Crystal / turn, 1d6-3 Flawless crystal afterwards.
-[]Gem mine:
Cost: 40 000 Galleons. Reward: 8 Gems/turn afterwards.

[] Find sources of building materials. Your contacts went out of business not that long ago, and you need good sources if you don't want to keep paying so much for them. Guaranteed access to Wood and Stone production facilities. Chance of getting access to Gem, Crystal, Sulfur, or Mercury production facilities.
Cost: 40 000 Galleons

[] Develop your budding empire, you need to spend gold to earn more gold, after all.
Costs 10 000 Galleons. 50 / 20 / 10 % Chances of success Gains variable.

[] Civilian infrastructure. (Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built : One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
-[]Market:
Trade resources at better prices ( the more markets you have, the better the prices)
-[]Resource silo : Cost:
+ 5 Crystal / turn
-[]Blacksmith :
Builds siege weapons
-[]Workshop:
Opens up crafting options
-[]Druid hall level 1:Cost: 5 Wood, 5 Stone, 20 000G
Five level 1 spells become available for heroes to learn. Heroes are able to purchase a spell book from the guild for 500 G.

[] Real estate hunt : Riddle already two places directly under his control now. See if you can't even the numbers. Though, first, you'd have to find suitable spots...
Cost : 0 Galleons. 40 / 20 / 10% Chances of success.

[] Restore the land: Yr Wyddfa has suffered a lot due to the presence of Death and Nature energies warring over the territory. It will take time and effort for it to go back to its former health.
Cost : 10 000 Galleons, 10 Stone.

[] Time for a new business venture: From haute couture to cooking, to entertainment to book producing, as long as you put enough money in, you can do anything!
-[] Write-in

[]Organize the Wedding: Location, catering, spending money.
Cost : Write-in (5 000 min - 500 000 max Galleons)

Martial: Actions : 1​

[] Hire more security staff. -10 to enemy infiltration rolls. 2000G
Cost : 1 000 Galleons. 60 / 40 / 20 % Chances of success.

[] Combat drills. You have units, but they don't know how to fight as an army.
Cost : 0 Galleons.
-[]Wolves : 0 / 100
-[]Druids : 155 / 200

[] Military expedition:

Send a Heroic unit and your army do stuff.

-[]Orkney Islands: After the fall ot the Order faction, the undead are rampaging throught tie Isles. Both muggle and wizarding wonder what kind of deranged serial killer is to be found there, and there are talks about involving the army.
Cost : 5000 Galleons. 20 / 10 / 5 % Chances of success.

-[]Lundy Island: The Necromancer's base. No life can be found there, only cursed bodies and damned souls.
Cost : 5000 Galleons. 10 / 5 / 1% Chances of success.

-[] Exploration: see in the nearby territories if they can notice anything.
Cost 5000 Galleons/ 80 / 60 / 10% Chances of success.

-[] Land patrol : You never know what you can find lurking in the dark.
Cost : 1 000 Galleons. 70 / 40 / 20% Chances of success.

-[] Special mission : Write-in

[] Dwellings (Free action)(Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built : One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
-[] Druid's circle: Produces 2 Druids / turn. Costs 5 Wood, 5 Stones, 10 Gems, 6000G

[] FIll up your roster: After the unpleasantness of this summer, you find your roster of units severely emptied. Do something about that.
Cost : 50 000 Galleons.

[] Find yourself a Security Chief (Martial adviser). You need all the help.
Cost : 5000G

[] But will that security chief be the best ? No. Try to poach an auror or two! Considering what they're doing with them, they won't be missed. Costly though.
Cost : 7500G


[]Organize the Wedding: Security.


Intrigue: Actions : 2​


[] Leverage your relationships : Use your SLs to cause reactions in a specified person.
-[]Select SL ( may take several, but no more than once)
--[]Select target.

[] Plots are good for your health! Plot against: (Will receive intel on their moves, plus additional actions if the opportunity arises.)
40 / 30 / 20/ Chances of success.
-[] The Ministry of Magic
-[]The muggles
-[] Dumbledore's little club of vigilantes.
-[] Voldemort's band of hooligans. Well, what remains of it, anyways.
-[] The Overlord of Chaos faction
-[] Death Faction.
-[] Aife. Better keep tabs on her.

[] Plots are good for your purse! With all those people being arrested left and right...
60 / 30 / 10% Chances of success
-[] Plot to take over shops in Diagon Alley (England, London).
-[] Plot to take over shops in the Green Alley (Wales, Cardiff)

[] Compulsive plotting is also good for the morale!
50 / 30 / 10% Chances of success
-[] Go on a matchmaking spree. Chance to increase Diplomacy, RP with some people, reputation.
-[] Go on a trolling rampage an adventure! Chance to increase Intrigue, cripple enemies, RP with some people.

[]Organize the Wedding: Make sure nobody will act up.

Learning: Actions: 2 (1+Learning over 25)
[] The old tales are sometimes true. Brush up on your knowledge, after all each time something supernatural happened, a wizard was behind it. Variable results, autopass

[]Survey the land. You'll never know what you can fins by running around, but at the very least, you'll know the land's map.
70 / 40 / 30 chances of success.

Mysticism: Advisor: Agatha: Actions: 2 (+10 to rolls)​

[] Y Ddraig Aur. He emerges once every thousand years and was until recently chewing on a few cows in what remains of your backyard, but this time, it was early. Why?​

[] Funeral rites : Salvation : ???

[] Funeral rites : Punishment : !!!


Personal: Actions: 4 (1 + Stewardship Advisor + Diplomacy Advisor + Mysticism advisor )

[] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
-[] Therapy Spend time with Lily: +3 RP, +1/? to recovery​
-[] Catch up with Oliver: ??? SL revealed ( take 2 ! )
-[]Write-in (must be SL)

[] Personal supervision. Supervise an action from the other sections. Gain +10 to rolls if Martial, Stewardship or Diplomacy action, +20 if Leaning or Mysticism action, +30 if Intrigue action. (May be used multiple times, but not on the same actions.)

[] Extra action. Use your own free time to do stuff. (May only be taken once, may be used as substitute for AP)

[]Organize the Wedding: What it says on the tin.



Ever played the sims? Cause the wedding will have a gauge on it, with prizes depending on how high it is.

Also as you are now a servant of Ceridwen, You must take at least one Funeral Rites actions.

Note : the other person did indeed take interest in Lily, just saying...

Will update info section tomorrow. I'm burnt out from the fgo summer event farming session, and I only just finished act 3.
 
Turn 5 : Autumn 1985
Sorry for the delay, had to test run a thing or two. Because if I didn't do it now, well, things would be worse, I guess, and since you're still playing on the tutotial character, I still feel like I have to hold back~

Warning: Unbeta-ed because it would erase all of my pretty formatting and it was a pain in the butt to get it that way. And short because interrupt. Not really satisfied, but at this point, I down't want to see any numbers anymore.​

September 10th 1985

[X] Restore the land: Yr Wyddfa has suffered a lot due to the presence of Death and Nature energies warring over the territory. It will take time and effort for it to go back to its former health.
Cost : 10 000 Galleons, 10 Stone.

The place was a complete and utter mess. Wilted vegetation, murkish green water, and corpses everywhere. At least Rufus was understanding enough.

"Whatever. We'll just tell the Prophet that a dark mage is running around." The lion-like man slouched on the plush chair of Dace's office, dark circles under his eyes.

"Speaking of dark mages..."Dace drawled, putting an encyclopedy against The Pile to keep it from falling onto the floor, again. " A little birdie sang a very interesting song about an auror, a minion, and the Golden Barrel's reserve of Firewhiskey."

The Head Auror glared at him.

"I will find your spies and I will have their hide, you hear me?"

Dace waved his threatening growl off. Let him run around like a headless chicken looking for theings that didn't exist. Now that he thought about it however, infiltrating the Ministry did seem like a good idea, if only to see the Scrimgeour's face when Dace starts telling him confidential information...

He shelved the thought for now, as he had more important things to do than reveling in the other man's exasperation. First, he needed to make it so it looked like the battle never happened, which wouldn't be cheap. Still, he had a contract with a few people specializing in body disposal, no questions asked to yours truly.

With the territory cleaned of impurities, the fountain regained its powers and Nature took back control over the land.

Nature's bounty: Active

Nature runs strong and wild, as it used to and should. The land remembers its rightful shape and will reject abnomalies.
- The magical ground protects owned land from both Chaos wave and Land of the dead effects. Will spread around owned territory up to one county away.
- + 10% Resources gain.
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Who do you use the Fountain's powers on?
[]Write in


October 6th 1985


[X] Trade for resources ( free action )
-[X] 7 Stone for 14 000 galleons
[X] Develop the land (Free action):
-[X] Stone quarry:
Cost: 20 000 Galleons. Reward : 16 ore / turn, 1d6-3 Flawless Marble afterwards.
[X] Civilian infrastructure. (Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built : One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
-[X]Market: 25 000G

Once the clearing was done, he could appreciate the damage that was done. They had to remove at least one meter of corrupted earth from the ground, and dig another bed for the river that had overflowed for some strange reason.
Hey hey~Don't you knoooow? Swamp is the best defensive terrain ever!
The water still hadn't been evacuated and Dace was struck with a strange thought. Letting that place become a natural swamp could be a great Idea, if the preliminary reports from his hunter teams were correct, there were about half a dozen creatures native from that kind of terrain that had shown to be compatible with the Nature energy from this place...
A N D! The Life-Death circle is muuuch more prominent than in your regular, silly plains and mountains~
Still, for that, he had to make sure he could access proper resources. He couldn't keep relying on importations, considering ihe wasn't certain those industries would still exist in a decade...

Also, those prices were outrageous, so he may need to do something about that too. In the end, he chose to do both, using the ages old method of throwing money at one's problems until they go away. He eyed his paperwork pile in consideration....

What does Dace do?
[] Change terrain to swamp. Good boy~Good boy~
[] Keep terrain as it is. Oh my~Perhaps you didn't understand me? I said, G E T T H E S W A M P


November 20th 1985


[X] Dwellings (Free action)(Requires Rampart step 1 to be complete to be built : One building of the kind may be built per turn.)
-[X] Druid's circle: Produces 2 Druids / turn. Costs 5 Wood, 5 Stones, 10 Gems, 6 000G

Still, despite Dace's best efforts, the information spread, probably from the mole in the Ministry, and soon, everybody knew that he'd been attacked at his hime by a dark wizard leading an army of inferi.
At the very least, that had the positive effect to make it so some people volunteered to train and becore druids without having to launch recruitment drives, which was just fine by him. They'd have to fill a form in case of death though, because sending letters to the families was a chore.
I suppose they could have some uses, for squishy humans anyways. Though, in the long term, I expect something is done about them.


December 5th 1985


[X] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
-[X] Catch up with Oliver: ??? SL revealed ( take 2 ! )
Rolled 6 + 5 - 10 Nat1 = 1 Needed 60 (he's pretty annoyed) : Near negative Failure~
Oliver, when Dace decided to find him, was in his quarters, folding clothes in what seemed to be a camping bag. He was wearing heavy combat boots and had traded his cowboy attire for an almost miltaristic one. Maps on Dace's right attracted his attention and he looked for a bit. It seemed the younger man had found something worth investigating.

A hand clad in brown leather fingerless gloves grabbed the maps and he piled them up in the bag too, eliciting a mildly surprised reaction from Dace. Oliver finally stopped cramming items in his bag and turned towards his employer, arms crossed over his chest revealing new, blackened scars, remains of the curses that he suffered from.

"You wanted something?" He asked, his expression revealing nothing and his eyes fixed on Dace's face.

...He may not understand people, but even he could understand that the man in front of him was not in the best of moods. The reason, though...
Empathy check :5 Required 50. Failure.
...Evaded him completely.

Still, there was no reason for him not to listen to his employees' grievances, right?

Oliver's foot was tapping the floor impatiently and he spoke as Dace was still thinking about what to say.

"I'll be taking a few months' vacation. Got something I need to check and the earlier the better, so if you don't have anything to say..." He looked emphatetically at the door, while strapping the bag on his back and visibly preparing himself to go out.

What does Dace do?
[]Talk to Oliver Dear me, your employee is so undisciplined, such a waste of good genetics ~
[] Don't


December 23rd 1985


[X] Never let it be said a wedding couldn't be an opportunity.

The maps and lists Martha had gathered were interesting enough, but when coupled with the knowledge from the archives, it revealed a whole new quantity of information, that Dace could turn to his advantage.

For example, the fact that one of the base elements required for the creation of a next anchor was under the Green Alley and ripe for the picking. Of course, he'd have to be an idiot to keep that laying around the place, especially since he didn't know if the other factions could use it too, which is why he went with Martha, to one of his potions shops, only to find it ablaze, minions rampaging in the streets

Wat do ? Well~ This is troubling, those energies... That whore!
[]Write in. 'That you Ceridwen? I knew I recognized that stench from somewhere! Still slobbering on your mistress' feet like the good little bitch you are?
I'll get you back for this Andraste ,even if I have to strangle you myself!
Heh. With the bozos you allied yourself to, I'd be surprised if you would fight your way out of a paperbag.

If you havent noticed it yet, that was a [Martial interrupt] !
Why am I even... Andraste, please keep her occupied for a sec. I have a plan.
You're the arbiter! You're not supposed to take sides!
I told you didn't I? Not anymore. Since people refused to behave, neither shall I. I will now cleave a Path to Victory for my chosen one, and not sorry, darling, but you're in my way.



Do you feel it ? that leash loosening?
Good news, things didn't catch fire in Summer!
Bad news, they just did now :V
Aaaand someone got the Andraste patronage. She can be a massive bitch huh

Also, to address a rather disturbing trend I have noticed here : I would like to remind people here that this is a quest. If there are no votes, there's not much point about me posting things here to begin with.
 
Turn 5 : Winter 1985
[X] Plan: Muddy relationships.
[X] Change terrain to swamp.
[X] Fountain's powers on Martha
[X] Don't

[X] If I can't have it, you can't have it.
-[X] Wipe out the area with the targets with the most effective spells.
--[X] unleash the beast (wife again)
---[X] cover Martha with spell fire, both normal and druidic as the situation calls for it.



September 23rd, 1985


The terrain had completely changed by now, and so did the vegetation, becoming more adapted to the abundance of water and the very atmosphere of the land had become more...Reptilian. Almost predatory.

The air became damp, the soil was filled with water, which made the wolves whine pitifully in disapproval of the change, unused as they were to swampy terrains, preferring plains and forests and the smell assailing their sensitive noses despite the air freshening spells.

He'd have to see if he couldn't find them another place to live in, as right now relocation of creatures or creation of a new Rampart, both were inaccessible to him.

Terrain set to Swamp!
Now, that's taken care of, now to do that~



December 5th, 1985


The younger man just stared at him, small embers dancing in his eyes, traces of his veela heritage betraying his inner turmoil. Still, he said nothing. Dace stepped back out of the room, freeing the door for the younger man to get out of, which he did, without sparing a glance at him.


Social link Reversed!



December 23rd, 1985


Well, seeing as the place was on fire and overrun with chaotic vermin, the solution was quite simple.

"Martha, if you would?" Dace asked, thumbing his spell book to try and find something useful.

Such a shame Destroy Undead didn't work on those creatures.

The woman nodded, using the Elder wand to change her attire into something a little more convenient for fighting; before jumping into the fray, grabbing a minion that was trying to bite off an old man's throat, snapping its neck and flinging it towards the rest of the group, who turned in her direction and howled in indignation, sharp yellow teeth gleaming in contrast to their black gums.

Ever since she got bathed in those waters, she seemed to be brimming with energy. A health benefit, perhaps?

Meanwhile, Dace was scratching his head to find an area of effect spell.

On her side, Martha jumped into the fray and soon, squeals of pain could be heard, when Dace finally found an appropriate spell. However, the problem was that it was costly and didn't cover that much ground. He'd have to keep it for targets of interest. Such as the strange creatures peppering the aurors with arrows.

There were three of them, their lower bodies looking like a bolden brown snake, slithering around the decorations of the roofs. At the bottom of the building laid broken pieces of statues looking extremely lifelike.

He didn't need to see under their hoods to understand what they were. Gorgons. And Queen type, at that.

Electricity crackled at his fingers and he aimed at the creatures, energy arching from him and with a deafening crack, struck the creatures, jumping from one to another, then veering off and hitting something outside of his line of sight. However, as powerful as that spell was, it was extremely draining and he had to sit down to catch his breath as Martha went wild among the enemy.

Which was probably why he was caught off-guard when he felt an ice-cold hand grabbed the back of his neck and threw him into a dark alleyway. In the gloom, he couldn't see much, however, it was clear that the figure was feminine, and that her skin was not looking healthy. Or alive.

Drat. That would be a problem. Then, arms of solid ice caught him from behind and he lost the ability to even struggle, something draining him. Well, someone.

"Oh my, oh me, oh my~ Who do we have here alone, sister?" was the voice coming from next to his ear. It was pleasant enough, and sounded playful, however, considering who it belonged to, it didn't reassure him in the slightest. " Oh, don't worry Darling, hubby told us you were his to kill, and he would be oh so upset if we did you in before he even got the chance to do it himself~"

A finger poked at his cheek, trying to get a reaction out of him, which he wouldn't give out.

"Aimée, enough." The first person, a handsome woman with red hair dressed in a sharp black suit called out curtly, causing the other woman holding him to release him, causing his exhausted body to fall to the ground. "Did you have to drain him? We both saw him use Chain Lightning, he was out of energy."

The second woman appeared in his field of vision, her long brown hair curling around her hips gathered in a high ponytail, clad in a frilly turquoise dress with a light brown vest, prancing towards the other woman. She then proceeded to catch the taller woman's arm and whine.

"Aww, you know I had to~ Wouldn't want him to call for miss Terminator, you know? And I had to make sure your message reaaaaally sunk~" She raised her hand, a golden item he recognized very clearly dangling from its chain that was stuck between two of her fingers. It was his pendant of free will. " I mean, he doesn't look all that smart, but if hubby wanted to make him one of us, he had to have some measure of competency somewhere, right? Riiiight?" She chirped, before letting go of the other woman's arm and instead took place near the wall opposite to her colleague. "You're too nice Shirley, that's why people keep escaping from you." Her green eyes narrowed and her smile turned into a smirk as she leaned against the wall, head tilted like a bird and her voice taking a taunting edge." Ah, but, that's probably you struggling against the programming huh? You are the youngest out of all of us~"
Her expression immediately snapped back to a friendlier one as she clapped her hands together.

"Oh, but what am I talking about, this is your show little sis', now...Show me what you've got."

The woman named Shirley scowled, before looking at Dace in an almost apologetic way.

"I'm sorry." The remorse in her voice couldn't be faked as her hand was covered in the energies of Order and reaching for his face in what was most likely a hypnosis spell.

Then, a loud explosion noise could be heard and the ground began to shake. The beaten ground trembled and moved, rising up and up, until black spines emerged, attached to a long reptilian neck, attached itself to a four legged, winged, scaly body that was bigger than the building nearby. On its back, a figure, likely a man, clad in a black cloak was staring ahead at the destruction in the Alley. Their hands emerged from the cloak, covered in black armored gauntlets and grabbed two spines from the dragon's back, causing it to growl before taking to the air, the gusts of wind sending bins and trash flying, some of them landing on the paralyzed body of Dace and cutting his field of vision.

Then, he heard a growl and the distinctive noise of a dragon utilizing its breath attack. Heat almost scalded him, despite his cover and the fact the dragon didn't aim at him, and he heard an outraged squeal from the undead answering to the name of Aimée.

"Why you walking handbag, let me show you what happens to those who irritate me!" There was a snapping noise, and a massive body fell to the ground.

"Oh my, it seems Black dragons aren't immune to Death's grasp~ Now, mister Overlord, why don't you explain-"
"Teleport!" The other woman cut her out, and both voices disappeared as more sounds of dragons firing were heard.

Steps became closer and closer to him and his cover was torn off, leaving him face to hood with the man. The figure then raised the very same crystal he came for, before waving him under his nose before putting it back in the pouch at his waist, making Dace blink in incomprehension as the man's figure retreated away.

Was he... Was the Overlord taunting him?!

Everything became silent again, save for the metallic sounds of the Overlord's boots on the ground, walking away slowly, leaving the paralyzed Dace alone in the dark alley, to be found a few minutes later by a near hysterical Martha, who had found his pendant in front of the alley after realizing he had disappeared.

Sometimes, no matter how much information one stood to gain, he sighed in his office, treating himself to a glass of Firewhiskey, one should not get out of bed.

Dace and Martha both gain 500 experience.




January 10th 1986

[X] Funeral rites: Salvation : ???
[X] Funeral rites: Punishment : !!!
Nothing of note happened.
Nothing of note happened.
Good boy.
Success.
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February 6th, 1986


[X] Personal supervision. Supervise an action from the other sections. Gain +10 to rolls if Martial, Stewardship or Diplomacy action, +20 if Leaning or Mysticism action, +30 if Intrigue action. (May be used multiple times, but not on the same actions.)
-[X] Plot against Death
67 + 75 +30 - 10 = 162 : Tier 2 success!

Of course, between the Overlord taunting him, and the undead ladies assailing him in a dark alley, Dace had a relative abundance of prospective victims to sabotage. While he couldn't have inside men into the Death faction for rather obvious reasons, that didn't stop him from acting around them, instead of within, and considering how the current climate was, people were more than eager to talk about what they'd seen.

In the end, with some tactical advice from Martha, Dace was fairly certain he'd understood their moves:

Try to speed up the putrefaction of Cornwall, this he already knew.
Harvest and isolate the Orkney isles, that he knew too.
Them infecting people in Africa with the zombie plague and store them for later usage was a surprise though.
So was the fact that they chanced upon Nicolas Flamel's philosopher's stone.
And of course, what he should have expected: Emmeline Potter, James Potter's young wife, was one of the people under their thrall, and she was the one to provide Riddle with both the Death Cloak, and one infant Harry Potter.

He searched, his contacts roaming through the land, however, no trace of the child.

The plan here was obviously consolidating their position and entrenching themselves into the territory. Martha mentioned they were stalling. Considering what he'd seen so far, it was quite clear they were waiting for Riddle to come back. How, however, was the question.

Still, which one of those facts should he act on first?

[]Write in.

New Intrigue and Military options available next turn!



February 16th, 1986


[X] Personal supervision. Supervise an action from the other sections. Gain +10 to rolls if Martial, Stewardship or Diplomacy action, +20 if Leaning or Mysticism action, +30 if Intrigue action. (May be used multiple times, but not on the same actions.)
-[X] Plot against Chaos
95 + 75 + 30 - 10 = 190. Tier 2 success!

Of course, considering the Overlord burnt down some of his businesses, this could not be left unpunished either. Therefore, her applied the same methodology, with a bit of a twist. Lucius was quite helpful in that regard, finally having a face to blame for his wife's miscarriage, and browbeat several families into submission, who then used their own contacts.

Separating truth and rumors was a bit of work, however, with Martha's help, he managed to gain some insight into the Overlord's plans.

Pillaging the Alleys for resources was obvious, considering they were most likely underground and had limited space.
Locating the hives was also a staple.
Them having located the brown hives too, considering how house elves were starting to misbehave.
That Salazar's spell broke was clear. He'd seen him himself, which meant that the goblins and house elves were bound to devolve into brown type minions soon. Most pessimistic estimates were that it would happen in two years.
Of course, his frequent skirmishes with the Aurors were only a game of smoke and mirrors. Nobody could be that incompetent and attack a bar first, the question was: what did he hit during that distraction?
The answer was: The Ministry itself. The archives in the Department for the regulation and control of magical creatures were set aflame, and with it, several controlling spells were broken. The obvious consequence would be an upsurge of violence coming from some of those creatures.
Him using the goodwill to recruit them would be a piece of cake and Dace decided to assume that the Overlord not only had a complete roster of creatures, but now he had the production facilities for all of them.

At least, he knew where the man's base was, if he ever wanted to commit legal arson.

Now though, the question remained, which one he would try to address first.

[]Write in

New Stewardship, Intrigue and Military options available next turn.


It was pretty fascinating to see the FusterCluck caused by no less than 4 actors all acting on the same thing at the same time. Rolls were hilarious too.

In any case, here's an approximation of what the new people are like~

'Aimée'?
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'Shirley'?
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'Overlord'?

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* In monotone voice* Kya. That dark hood is so gallant looking; my maidenly kokoro is going all doki doki.
 
Turn 5 : Spring 1986.
So many people, much wow.

[] House elves
[] Cornwall putrefication

In the end, after reading all of those reports, Dace decided something had to be done about the House Elf problem and the putrefaction of Cornwall. Still, nothing could be done for now, but he'd keep an eye open, just in case.



Turn 5 : Spring 1986.





March 22nd 1986



[X] Spend time with one of your SLs: +2 RP
-[X] Therapy Spend time with Lily: +3 RP, +1/? to recovery
80 + 40 (Leadership) - 10 (Nat1) = 110 : Tier 2 success.

For some strange reason, Lily bounced back much quicker this time, and Dace knew for a fact that he wasn't the cause, which lead to him forming the hypothesis that she mest be somehow acclimatizing to her condition.

However, as he walked out, a shadow ran along the walls, and he instinctively concealed himself, feeling both anger and anticipation coursing through his veins. Was the castle already compromised?!

Then, with a rather loud noise, a small figure came into view.

It was his granddaughter who tripped over the carpet, her unusual dark clothing looking out of place. She immediately got back to her feet, looking left and right with an expression of concentration, before she very obviously tiptoed towards the door Lily was locked in.

Dace finally understood. She was trying to be stealthy.

And failing miserably.

Then, her hand reached for the door and it unlocked. Without any key. And without her touching it.

The older man just watched silently as she walked into the room, the lack of crazed shouting from Lily indicating it was a common occurence, closing and locking the door behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

It seems somebody has been keeping secrets. He wasn't sure he liked that.

+5 RP Lily, +1 Diplomacy. +1/??? Recovery score.



March 23rd 1986


[X] The old tales are sometimes true. Brush up on your knowledge, after all each time something supernatural happened, a wizard was behind it. Variable results, autopass

Today, he decided to take a book at random in his library and checked the cover. It seems like it was a book about old celtic gods and cults. It contained quite a lot of trivia, like the fact it was custom to release white hares before battles to attract Andraste's favor. However more alarming was that the cult of C-
Would you look at that! Your paperwork is about to escape!
-that his paperwork had been left unattended for too long!

Failure due to external intervention.



March 29th 1986



[X] Survey the land. You'll never know what you can fins by running around, but at the very least, you'll know the land's map.
41 + 60 (Acquisition) - 10 (Nat1)= 91. Success.

After an intensive session of signing and threatening with fire, his seemingly futile actions finally bore fruit.

The Pile was shrinking.

One more turn until Nat1 Negation.



April 1st, 1986


[X]But will that security chief be the best ? No. Try to poach an auror or two! Considering what they're doing with them, they won't be missed. Costly though.
Cost : 7 500G
22 + 20 (perception : people) = 42 : Failure

It seemed that, in fact, they would be missed.

In another note, Dace received a very polite letter from his good friend Rufus asking him to kindly back off.

Failure. Rufus is now alert.


April 10th.



[X] This may be a golden opportunity for networking.
[X] Pureblood Meetings. After the incident in Diagon Alley, people are worried about what's happening. Go there to gauge the temperature.
60 / 20 % Chances to reassure the purebloods about your intentions.
63 + 40 ( Presence) = 103 : Success!

Dace looked around him at the function, the crop of the pureblooded cream was attending. He could see the Parkinsons and the Diggory on the far off side, arguing once again about some thing or another. Still, more of them were staring, not at him, but at the woman attached to his arm.

Martha stood straight, her dark golden robe making her skin, and the amber necklace on her throat, stand out. She looked all around her with an expression nearing disdain, and only her vice-like grip betrayed her nervousness. Still, Dace didn't think those gazes were particularly hostile, the anti-muggleborn sentiment being something of a taboo those years, due to the one who ineptly defended it.

He let go of his bethrothed and walked towards Regulus, the new head of the Black looking at him nervously while his wife, a mousy little thing, was holding their young son. Dace looked at the child, who didn't look like much, before congratulating the young parents. For some reason, they looked even more scared. He looked behind him and Martha just smiled back politely at him, while Regulus was visibly paling.

The silence in the room was deafening, then, the doors opened once again, creaking, revealing Lucius, his blond hair groomed to perfection, accompanied by his wife. The man's gaze sweeped through the room, before focusing on dace and the one accompanying him. He raised an eyebrow, before swanning towards him, his wife walking behind him, a hand on her mouth as if she was trying to keep herself from giggling.

"I heard you were robbing cradles Gwallawg, however, I didn't think you'd bring her here." He ribbed the man, his smirk and lack of insults making it clear he was jesting. Dace decided not to let the younger man's effort go to waste and played along, sighing dramatically.

"When you get as old as me, you will realize having someone young to take care of you becomes necessary. For example, she is very useful in nonmagical situations." Dace looked at her, trying to communicate the need for Martha to show off, that she somehow interpreted into her needing to grab the nearby silver candlestick and easily turning it into a metallic pretzel, ignoring the burning wax running over her hands and people's winces upon hearing the metal shriek as it was twisted into an unnatural shape. Martha then put it neatly on the table, where it stood on its foot.

Few people dared to approach afterwards.

Purebloods properly cowed into submission. No backlash to marrying Martha.


April 20th


[X] Networking at the Ministry. With the new minister, comes a new balance of power. You never really bothered with it before, but with the current state of things, getting a few people to report to you and allowing you to influence the decisions would be rather advantageous.
60 / 20 % Chances to forge ties with ministry workers. Gain access to Ministry confidential information. Chance to get access to Ministry resources.
72 + 40 (Presence) = 112 : Tier 2 success.

After the unpleasantness with Rufus, Dace decided he wasn't one to be one upped so easily. If he couldn't enter throught the aurors, he'd do it through the rest. Which meant more contact with people.

Still, as socially inept as he was, even he could waltz in and chat with random people. And it seemed he struck gold on his first try too.

Dolores Umbridge was a squat woman with a large mouth and greenish skin complexion, signs of a mermish ancestry, but she seemed determined to keep that part under silence by being the most bigoted woman of the entire place. However, she had contacts, and it took only the slightest bit of flattery to get her to spill everything.

As the secretary of Cornelius Fudge, she had his ear, and his confidence. And it seemed the man was not confident enough in himself to keep a blind eye regarding Rufus' actions ad Head of the Aurors, deciding to plot to try and sack the man to rid his Ministry from insidious influences.

Now, wasn't that interesting...

Entered contact with Dolores Umbridge. Learned of Cornelius Fudge's plot against Rufus Scrimgeour. Dace now has a backdoor to the Minister's cabinet.



Welp. That part wasn't that interesting after the rather emotionnally charged other ones, buuuut. Well, you know the drill, it's the end fo the turn, so you get the....

Interlude choice!

[]Chaos : Money Money Money~
[]Order : Why is everything on fire?!
[]Life : Why is nothing on fire?!
[]Death : Just the two of us~
[]Joker : I'm fairly sure a human spine is not supposed to bend that way...
[]Wildcard : Meanwhile, in America : Mo-kun and Hood-chan's lovey-dovey date!



Due to chargen decisions, Chibi has a negative stealth score. Yeah.
Also, thank Lucius guys, he saved your butt out there by disarming the riot before it could take place :V
 
JokerQuest : I'm fairly sure a human spine is not supposed to bend that way...
JokerQuest : I'm fairly sure a human spine is not supposed to bend that way...



You were sitting in the familiar living room, nonchalantly looking around and taking in the walls darkened by magic. Well well well, it seemed little Reggie didn't know how to get rid of the taint either. Not that anyone alive knew, you amended, but still.

At least the chairs were comfortable.

After a while, the urge to transfigure one of those pillows into a white, long haired cat almost overpowered you and the owner of the place opened the toor as you were looming over your defenseless victim. He stared at you, you stared at him, his gaze slid towards your wand and he sighed.

"This better not be you trying to turn one of my pillows into a hedgehog again or I swear to the Lord I will take you to the magical menagerie to neuter you."

Those words led you to think about what that would mean. All the ladies, gone. You openly whined and tried to puppy eye him, only to get a splash of water to the face as the younger man strode through the room, waving his wand and making a few parchment rolls fly towards you.

"I don't suppose you got out of your tomb for a simple social call, so I took the liberty to compile the data I managed to scrounge up about your situation. From what I understand, Riddle broke his teeth on Gwallawg's little fortress, so you have about 5 years before they come for you, maybe less, if Shirley succumbs fully to the compulsion."

Your lips twisted downwards. Shirley... You shook your head. You couldn't save her if you didn't use your head, stupid mutt. And for that, you need a plan. And to make a plan, you need information.

"Thanks, Regulus." You said earnestly as your eyes scanned the paper, your brain that had been misused most of your life struggling to gather the information.

"You're welcome." Regulus sat down on his chair, looking at you in silence for a while. Then, he spoke up again.

"I saw Gwallawg today." He said, causing you to look up from the paper. Gwallawg... Oh, Aife's father. The one mother always raved about in a seriously creepy way and who supposedly is the root of all evil on earth. "He had a new bethrothed. A muggleborn, that he brought at the meeting."

You blinked. The man must have had balls of steel not only to announce he's going to become a 'blood traitor' but also to rub it in everyone's faces. You took note to raise his position in your mind, but Regulus interrupted you before you began thinking of new nicknames for the man.

"Martha Drake. A Hufflepuff your age." Yes, yes, and quadruple holder of the title of most bountiful bosom of Hogwarts. Hmmm, oh, wait.

"The one who attacked you and your friend death eaters when you tried to corner her after breaking her wand and who beat you up so bad they had to use Skele-gro on you?" You ask, hitting your fist into your open hand in realization as Regulus winced.

"Anyways." He obviously changed subjects " He has an aura." He stressed the word, causing all your previous good humor to disappear. Okay, depending on how it went, it could be very good or very-

"And it stunk of putrefaction, of Life Decaying into Death." Regulus waved his wand, causing a crystalline bottle and two glasses to fly from a nearby cupboard. You couldn't get drunk anymore, undeath sucked that way, but still, you appreciated he thought to propose and you relished in the burn spreading through your throat. Meanwhile, Regulus downed his glass, before slamming it against the table.

"As if it wasn't enough that he convinced Fudge and the Death Eaters that more violent means to achieve their ends were acceptable, he somehow got his hands on the maps of where all the oldest and more famous wizrds ans witches of Britain are buried. Do you even know what kind of damage he could do with those?!" He got up and began circling the room, occasionnally pausing to fill and down another glass of firewhiskey, as Sirius was beginning to feel worried for his liver. " But nooo, as if it wasn't enough, the Oracle didn't just reveal he entered a simple contract, he swore fealty to Ceridwen! Not even Thanatos or Kali! Ceridwen, the crazy psycho bitch who gains power from human sacrifice!" He began to shout and windmill his arms in a fashion that would be hilarious if his eyes werent looking so wild. "The last thing Britain needs right now is another edition of the freaking Shadow Court! But nooo, the Bastard of Wales has to ruin everyone's day!"

You're not sure it's quite that bad, but it still looks pretty bad. Still, it leaves you in quite the conundrum...

When in doubt, you asked yourself the very same question you've asked yourself ever since the end of your fifth hear at Hogwarts.

What would James do?

Probably try to make contact with Gwallawg and see what happens.

What would you do?

[] Investigate.
[X] Don't.
Yeah, like, no. Like, you don't want to be ,like, anywhere near that crazy bitch...
And as you did ever since your fifth year, you promptly decide to do the exact opposite and stay the hell away from that guy.
Phew. That's one bomb disarmed. Now to make sure Fudge doesn't blow up Scotland by accident... Why am I the one doing this, there's so many cute guys out there and I can't touch them, it's like, going to an all you can eat buffet when you're dieting!
Seriously, you'd seen dementors cuddlier than the guy.
Still, a drunk Regulus was always a riot. He's already started posing. With a hand on his face and bending back while screaming gibberish. Either he was inhumanely flexible, or he's learned how to animagus behind his back, because he was fairly sure a spine doesn't bend like that.
We appreciate your sacrifice 'Dite
*Much whining was done*




Muhehe said:
Wait. 'Shadow Court', as in...
LadyPanda said:
Muhehe said:
That crossover's not in the list.
LadyPanda said:
Just setting up the sequel.
SoulWeave said:
I don't know what you're talking about, but it looks interesting. Anyways, YES FINALLY the apocalypse is in the works~ Even Dog-man won't manage to stop it !
MegaMinion said:
Blondie24 said:
Well, the good side of it is that since you're dead already, you're pretty much guaranteed to survive.
MegaMinion said:
Until they decide to do what they usually do with petri dishes, in any case.
Miyosan said:
Poor Regulus, we should get him a pamphlet about the dangers of alcoholism.
MegaMinion said:
No, seriously, why aren't you freaking out guys, we just got told we have to stop the Apocalypse, and save our undead girlfriend from the NTR end!
Miyosan said:
NTR is a trash fetish but you know our situatioon isn't that bad, nobody knows we exist at this point.
MegaMinion said:
Yeah, I'm sure at GwallawgQuest they thought so too, look where it got them!
SoulWeave said:
So, Panda from 1 to 10, on the Apocalypse-o-meter, where are we right now?
LadyPanda said:
Eh. I'll give it a three. There's another Nature faction in the works right now, since, you know, some people aren't going to take Ceridwen rampaging and do nothing about it. Still, Middle east and Africa's pretty screwed, as is Russia.
Porky said:
Russia? What's up with Russia?
SoulWeave said:
LadyPanda said:
TheGrammarian said:
But wasn't that supposed to happen in... Oh. Oh no.
LadyPanda said:
MegaMinion said:
You know what? I won't even ask.
Porky said:
But that was the Warhammer thing! You said no Warhammer thing!
MegaMinion said:
What Warhammer thing?
Raven said:
Panda said taking the Ragnarök thing in chargen would lead to Aphrodite getting ganked by Slaanesh who accidentallied his way to this multiverse through a hiccup in the Warp. But Aphrodite's still here, so that's probably vanilla Ragnarok she's talking about.
LadyPanda said:
Something like that.
MegaMinion said:
Oh, we'll just have to deal with world burning fire giants, world eating wolves, and all the gods dying. You know what? Just for the last point, I'm gonna call it a win.
LadyPanda said:
Heh. Because you've been so lucky so far.
MegaMinion said:
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SoulWeave said:
Raven said:
At least those inserts will die?
Blondie24 said:
Raven said:


You pushed Regulus into doing drunken JoJo posing, you monsters, I hope you're happy.

On another note, note that the wording ot the type of pact you'd enter in was actually pretty important, who'd have thought?

Also, yes, I named that faction just for the pun. Because that's what the guy himself would do.
 
The End.
I know the SFW side of QQ is severely depopulated, but it seems that I underestimated just how much it was.

I mean, almost one week without any kind of reply? Harsh.

Not even a tiny bit of feedback about why people don't bother anymore.

As I started, I was pretty much of the mind of continuing the quest if even just one person bothered to reply regularly, but sadly this wasn't the case.

I guess here is just not the good place to do those kinds of things.

Modifying the sections and keeping track of the information each side knows to prevent a spill over takes time, and since it seems people don't bother with the quest anymore, neither will I.

It's a bit disappointing, but hey, it happens.

Well, that's it, I guess. Quest over.
 
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