The electoral states are supposed to be separate, and that's been the case since the Empire started. There's just a clearer line between the small number of electors and the other nobles.
Shouldn't this be 'Skink Priest'? Or whatever specific title they have, all I remember for sure is that 'Mage-Priest' only means Slann.
They didn't actually change anything, you know. Some dragon breeds are sapient; other breeds aren't. That was, as I recall, the only conflict.
He calls Choccy-woccy a Mage-Priest contact, not a Mage-Priest. They contact the Mage-Priests. That's my interpretation, anyway.
Thank you, corrected.
Do you have any references for intelligent dragons as of 4th edition?
Despite Tyrion's disagreements with Teclis on what goes on outside of Ulthuan, he's oft considered the more charismatic of the two though, and add on Paolo's ENORMOUS contribution to elfkind, (that would surely have earned the favor of The Everqueen and commoner elves everywhere, if the majority of Asur nobility are too proud be grateful to a human), as well as helping out his brother with his medical issues, I rather doubt he'd be entirely unpleasant to be around.
Yes. The original description of Prince Imrik noted that he could rouse the greatest dragons, and gave his mount +1 on the monster reaction table. The greatest dragon in Ulthuan was still an animal, just a slightly more loyal one
Baudros didn't even get the +1.
Oh, joy. They've been led astray already? Or is Mercury just not that good at navigating in Fairyland?
I mean, this particular one was just born today. So she has an excuse for not being very good... I guess OL got what he paid for.Certainly, the land would have evolved over time. In which case I'd have half-expected a wilderness. Perhaps a blasted heath or looming forest...
And that's really a reflection of ancient cultures. Where anything more than a couple of day's travel from home may as well have been on the moon as far as most were concerned.
I'm guessing she's working from echoes in Rob's metaphysique, the psychic scent of his ancestor.
Oh, that's not good. Some sort of earth elemental?
Man, life around here must be fraught with risk, given a Hero fighting a Monster could break out and rearrange the landscape at any time.
Ah, the style of physical features as seen in the Discworld Trolls. Since they were more like ambulatory geology as much as living beings.
Sometimes it can be hard to see the shape of things when you're dangerously close to them.
Ah. That'll be Captain Cornwall the elder.
...I hope he's tough enough to withstand what is basically a landslide.
Okay, definitely tough enough. No doubt in a mystical realm like this, Thaumovores like the Cornwalls are immensely strong.
Well, shit. Guess that confirms that this place can be affected by it, at least.
I doubt there's any sort of mind-control-breaking ones in his arsenal.
Ah, damn, regeneration via excavation.
Antaeus, for the record. A godling
Well, Hercules beat him by lifting and... Squeezing by way of bear hug. Hopefully they won't need to go that lethal here.
Heh. Will-o'-the-wisps. Naturally a spell for misdirection would take that form.
I can't imagine she's looking forwards to touching a mind infected by Anti-Life a second time today.
Clever, OL. Peeling away one hook at a time, slowly unravelling the torn bits and pushing them back into place. Letting his mind heal them on its own.
hopefully that doesn't count as 'consuming local food' for the purposes of binding him to this realm...
Don't take it personally, old man. They don't have time to play games.
Especially if it's particularly aggressive once it's out. It might well take a pseudo-physical form in here.
...I hope he knows what he's doing, because this looks rather...
Well, good to know now. Mister Marrack could have said something sooner.
So, something akin to a giant protoplasmic sheathe. Kind of like the old Malibu character, Prime. Except his shell was made of the local landscape.
Oh, this should be amusing. First time they're technically met in the flesh, so to speak, rather than in spirit.
Unless Graham knows someone suitable to command the Yellow Ring around here. That would be a good time-saver, assuming they don't get hit by otherworldly time-displacement issues.'trailing'?
'an'?
Oh, joy. They've been led astray already? Or is Mercury just not that good at navigating in Fairyland?
Time to ditch the concrete walls of Belle Reve and start borrowing from the Norwegians, building a fairyland Bastøy Prison! A prison dimension for a better, more reform focused prison system after the current social order comes crumbling down.
Thank you, corrected.
No, they're a little larger and have a number of subtle differences. And it isn't really armour so much as an more elemental body.
Yes. Weirdly, I've actually read some of those.
If Paolo is going going to introduce chocolate to the World of Warhammer, would this make him the "Candy Man" to Paul's "Cake Guy"?
I hope he doesn't underestimate the Anti-Life for long, because thinking it only affects the weak willed is just asking for an infection.
That should say 'Robert'.
Heh. Stern fellow, but aren't all Grandfathers when their descendant has apparently been up to no good? I guess the robes are more practical than a set of tights like Graham might have worn in his heroing days. And allow for some measure of armour beneath them.
Since OL is more or less the commander of this mission, after all. So it's up to him if they can discuss it...
No doubt Graham is well-read enough to know who Melinoë is. Wonder what he thinks of the fact his young lad is hob-nobbing with Olympians.
Since fearlessness tends to be something of a requirement, especially amongst the Celtish tales.
And any choice they can think of is just... No.
Heh, It took him a second to remember Rob's name, eh? Been a busy time, I guess. And working for or with Cernunnos, the Horned god? I suppose he's the closest thing to an ultimate authority in this realm
No doubt whatever gateway they're using to force their way in is going to be heavily guarded... Joy.
Feeling uncertain about your final destination, Rob?
That's a lot of folks. An average of four a century, maybe more depending on mortality rates...
Ah, OL. Blind to the gentle mocking of your teammates.
Surprised he hasn't been using it more. Trying not to rely on it, I suppose.
...Which just raises questions about how it works when he's not directly connected to his shadow, say, by flying.
That's magick for you.How civic-minded of you, OL.
I bet many of them will just look at him like he's a foolish child playing dress-up. Given the super-suit and all. Such is the prerogative of the old.
I'm guessing there's a few layers of interpretation needed, given he probably doesn't speak anything resembling modern Welsh or English.
Grandpa might be one Rob's interested in visiting. Did he even ever meet the man while alive?
Knowing your family line goes back fifteen centuries or more is one thing, but actually getting to meet all of those ancestors is quite another.
More into it than his father or grandfather, I see. We already knew that, of course.
No doubt the old man's proud of him for upholding the family duty and taking it more seriously than his predecessors.
Don't be surprised if old ties still bind some families. They might make a stopover here before moving on to the Silver City, maybe.
Admittedly, before the super-hero era, it's only be appropriate to use that title if they held that military rank, commanded a ship, or both.
The drawback of it being a waypoint. Not much in the way of long-term occupancy.
Heh. Asking the questions OL was just wondering about. Fortuitous.
I suppose there's a certain comfort in knowing what will happen to you when you pass on. Especially an afterlife that comes with the option of full-time work.
Hopefully...
Thank you, corrected.