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gardensprincess · 8 days

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I wrote a synopsis of the beginning of age of sigmar for a fren

I’m forcing you to read it now

In the beginning the world exploded

And magic brought back 8 entire flat earths each based on each kind of magic

Hysh: The realm (flat earth) of light

Ulgu: the realm of shadow

Chamon: the realm of metal

Ghur: the realm of beasts

Ghyran: the realm of life

Shyish: the realm of death

Aqshy: the realm of fire

Azyr: The realm of heaven

As well as the aetheric void and a bunch of other sub realms we can talk about later

After the world exploded a few funny friends were still kickin around somehow

One of which was Sigmar Heldenhammer, who for all intents and purposes is British Zeus. He hit his head on a rock and died kinda but woke up in azyr and thought “huh, I guess I should build a city” and so azyrheim was built, from here humans kinda appeared and started populating the other realms slowly through grueling pilgrimages called dawnbringer crusades, where they literally DRAG A FUCKING CITY ALONG A LEY LINE

In between Ulgu and Hysh, a few other gods were still hoppin about

Tyrion and Teclis, the twin gods of light

Malerion(formerly malekith), the god of shadows

And the only gods to canonically fuck: kurnoth and allarielle, the god of the hunt and the goddes of life

They were huddled around the sorta dead sorta captured body of the chaos god of excess, slaanesh, who ate all the elven souls from the world that exploded. Slaanesh didn’t do that tho that was Archaon, we’ll talk about him later. Anyway slaanesh ate all the elven souls cuz they were hungy and the elven gods didn’t like that, so they cut slaanesh open to retrieve the souls

But just before the do, malerions mortal mom, morathi, pops out of slaanesh and is immediately mad she’s not a god.

But they use her survival to help take out elven souls from the tummy of slaanesh

The first souls sucked and telcis hated them and was gonna kill them all but they fled to the depths of the seas and became the idoneth, the sea elves

After that malerion and morathi were like “you suck” and took a bunch of souls out and they become umbraneth, the dark elves

Morathi also took the opportunity to start slowly eating a bunch of souls herself to become a god, which we’ll get to in a few millennia

The other gods thought that was very rude and kept salvaging souls

Next came the kurnothi and sylvaneth, wild and wood elves (wood elves are mostly trees) which kurnoth and allarielle decided to take care of

Finally teclis and tyrion took out the last of what they could and made the lumineth, the high elves.

Back in not space there are a bunch of frogs and lizards in ships, they aren’t important yet

Meanwhile the dwarven gods get no lore except a few sentences, grungi is helping sigmar with a special project, and grimnyr fuxking exploded

During this time a bunch of cool stuff happens in the age of myth

But the good times can’t last and the gods of chaos figure out “oh hey, people are still alive???” So they break reality and start subjugating the mortal realms

Khorne, the blood god

Nurgle, the plague god

Tzeentch, the magic squid man

Slaanesh is still being help via her cock ring in ulgysh (I’m not kidding)

After a few billion years of this (not really) sigmar and grungi finish their special project and make the stormcast eternals to kill chaos, this is using souls stolen from nagash, the god of death and he’s all bad

Nagash and his most not loyal followers start fuckin with both chaos daemons and the other “good” guys and invent skeletons, ghosts, ghouls, and vampires

Meanwhile orks appear out of nowhere and there are goblins piloting majoras mask moons, there’s also rat men

Congratulations that’s the base knowledge. I’m so sorry I went too hard

#trans #transgender #trans woman #please help #wlw yearning #age of sigmar #warhammercommunity #warhammer #tabletop #lore

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boardgametoday · 7 months

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Dawnbringers: Book III – The Long Hunt continues the tale of the Twin-Tailed Crusade

Dawnbringers: Book III – The Long Hunt continues the tale of the Twin-Tailed Crusade #warhammercommunity #AoS #AgeOfSigmar #Warhammer

Dawnbringers: Book III – The Long Hunt continues the story as the Aqshian Crusade pushes into the Great Parch where they must battle the Goretide of Khorne. Old allies from the earliest days of Warhammer Age of Sigmar lore reunite for a grudge match against Khorgos Khul. In Ghyran, the Dawnbringers are beset on all sides by teeming hordes of deranged Ogor Gorgers. And a powerful new Sylvaneth…

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#age of sigmar #games workshop #warhammer: age of sigmar #warhammer: age of sigmar dawnbringers

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2xplusungood · 8 months

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"oh you're a warhammer 40k fan? Name every HAMMER" "okay"

Thunderhammers: Forgebreaker Thunderhead Dawnbringer Urdrakule Doomtremor Foehammer Malleus Noctum Maeker Hammer of Baal Veiksell Fist of Dorn Doom of Traitors Dorn's Retribution Hammer of Cadia Lyssanders Judgement Sunderhammer Undeniable Hammer of Truth Astartes Thunderhammer Lathe Pattern Thunder Hammer Stormbearer Heavy Thunder Hammer Doom of Apostasy Doom of Traitors Dread Maul of Skarbrand Undeniable Hammer of Truth Doombringer Herald's Ram Invincible Leviathan-Bane Mjalnar Rockfist Hammer Hammer of Macragge Wrath of the Abyss Darkstar Falling Glory Aeterna

Thunderhammer with Storm Shields: Armaments of Victory Arms of Tanthius Holy Arms of the Champion Honored Fury of the Veteran Malleus Terminatus Might of the Unforgiving Pride of the First Company Unnamed Thunder Hammer and Storm Shield Arms of the Titan The Shield and Thunder of Lyonis

Daemonhammer: God-Splitter Nemesis Daemonhammer Malleus Argyrum Nemesis Daemon Greathammer Twelve Daemonhammers of the Crusade

Power Hammer: Corvus Hammer Genestealer Cult Power Hammer

Ork 'Uge Hammers: GoffHammer

Hammer(Necromunda) Adeptus Mechanicus Siege Hammer Seismic Hammer Graviton Hammer Mass Hammer Concussion Hammer Exactor Kombat 'ammer Meteor Hammer

Things that are technically hammers by name or title: Sanguinius The Grey Knights Hellhammer Hammercloak Hammerfall launcher Hammerstrike launcher Skyhammer Dreadhammer Storm Speeder Hammerstrike Hammerfall Bunker Hammer of Nocturne Wrath Hammer Class Escort Talisman of Seven Hammers Allslayer Hammer Banehammer Stormhammer Cloud-Hammer Hammerhead Gunship

#warhammer 40k

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ask-rune-priest-ulfric · 1 year

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Justifications

Bodies were scattered on burning pyres fashioned into effigies that would please the dark mother. Since the birth of the twins the muses had been increasing their attacks against both the forces of the blood god and these “Dawnbringer Crusades” that the godking sigmar hopes will re-civilize the realms. This now purged outpost was merely the latest example of Sigmar’s failures. The Children were spared, Ishabella never had it in her to harm the young. They had potential that could be harnessed. with the right training these young men and women could become great artisans in war.

One of the slaangors brought the surviving general to face Ishabella and her court. The look of horror on the man's face said it all. The devastation, savagery, the... artistry. It was beautiful even if he could not see it. “This is your chance to join us general, your men fought hard and demonstrated great skill, we always desire for capable artists in our war against those who would stifle us.” The lord of pain; Alcibiadus inquired. “I would rather die than join you degenerates.” The old general defied. Silence fell over the court for a moment as they considered his statement. The foul purple skinned demon with a massive horn and braid then voiced the verdict. “Fine, we will not strip you of your right to choose your fate, so we shall allow our new followers and the never-born sculptures to make art with your body.”

Six Days past, for six days he bled and suffered as he begged for death, On the sixth day the leader of the warband confronted him, wielding a long glaive, she caressed the general with its edge. She was nearly twelve feet tall, long black hair kept back by an elaborate headpiece fell to her waist behind her, Purplish-Grey skin made her resemble these demons who cavorted around her, but she was still distinctly human, four arms each tipped with delicate looking hands with razor sharp nails played with the dangling jewelry that hanged from her clothing. She was clearly a woman going by her body but her androgenous face hinted towards her past. “Do you have any last requests before I give you a magnificent ending” She asked. Her deep amber eyes locked with the face of the dying general.

He coughed up blood, his vision beginning to fade, he simply asked “Why?”

Ishabella smiled, this was her favorite question, she began to speak her tale like the old oracles who once ruled her tribe.

“I was there when the worshippers of the blood god broke into my home and slaughtered all those who wouldn’t join them, we worshipped Sigmar like all good people did, but we were a tribe of storytellers and artists, not wanted by the Goretide. ‘Weak’ they called us as the killed my people, the few who tried to fight back did valiantly buying us time for some of us to escape. But then I saw the woman I loved whisked away in a flash of lightning When I tried to save her. I ran, what I lacked in strength I made up for in speed and cunning.”

“Eventually I found others like me, displaced by the Khorne and abandoned by Sigmar, we became each other's muses in our fight for survival, always striving to make more and better art. It’s not our fault that others don’t see our works for what they truly are. I strive to help bring others under my wing and bring out the greatest potential for all of them. Excess in the truest form in our art. The Dark Mother, Slaanesh remade me into a form that allows me to live how I want, be my truest self. Same for all those in my cavalcade. All my generals inspire each other to make art both on and off the field of battle. They are all beautiful and I love them for this. No one will be denied to chance to be excellent, not if I have to destroy all the forces that oppress and hinder us.” She sang her monologue with such passion that those who followed her cried from the sheer beauty of it. Even in his death throws the old general finally understood this queen’s reasoning. His death was Justified.

As the life slipped from the general, Ishabella caressed his cheek and gave him a small kiss on his forehead, as the body slumped lifeless. She heard the sound of thunder in the distance. Looking up She saw what most certainly a reinforcement of stormcast, she wondered if her once beloved was among its ranks. “Girls, it’s time for us to leave, while we may not be ready for them yet, we should at least leave a teaser of what lies in store for them” Ishabella commanded. And just like that The Misbegotten Muses vanished back into the desert sands of Aqshy, knowing soon that the sands shall be painted in the pigments of their oppressors.

#Slaanesh #age of sigmar #ishabella #ulfric mun #Warhammer #warhammer rp

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queen-gorgo · 2 years

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New book for Age of Sigmar: Soulbound!

This will cover the events of Broken Realms and the Era of the Beast, has new archetypes for player characters and a new species the Draconith ( the dragon fella) to play as.

Also contains info for adventuring in Ghur, the Realm of Beasts and the Continent of Thondia in particular and I think there was a mention of running your own Dawnbringer Crusade and establishing your own Free City

#warhammer #age of sigmar #tabletop rpgs #tabletop roleplaying

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delilinna · 9 months

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Dawn and Dawnbringer

(I GOT MORE. This one had art, but I took it away because it wasn't up to code (mites)

Contains: Diluc, Diluc x OC, brief mention of blood, google translate Russian (I'm so sorry), me totally being loopy while I rambled about my self insert

This is meant to happen towards the very beginning of Genshin Impact's story, so have fun with that)

The air of Mondstadt was never still. As the City of Wind, a breeze always seemed to whisper through the windmills, gales could be heard singing over the peaks of cliffs, dandelions rippled across the horizon as far as the eye could see. However, it wasn't often that the surging of a roaring flame joined the ambience. Especially in the dead of night.

In a dark alley, far from the prying ears of patrolling knights or the eyes of bystanders, a plume of smoke drifted into Mondstadt's sky in a dark pillar that was almost invisible in the night. The only thing that made it visible, even for a moment, was a flash of gold and red that was followed by a horrible, muffled scream. Diluc Ragnvindr, owner of the Angels Share tavern, stood in that alley. In his right hand he clutched a heavy claymore, caked in ash and its many dents and notches glinting in the light of his glowing vision. In his left, he pressed the face of a Hydro abyss mage into the side of a stone foundation. Or rather, the ashes of what was once an abyss mage. Diluc heaved a deep, steadying breath as the final of these nuisances for the night drifted away on a sudden gale. He often spent his nights like this, patrolling the back alleys of the city, and eradicating any threat he discovered along the way. He felt the Knights of Favonius were missing a huge blindspot especially near the northern gate, which opened straight to a nearly unguarded harbor. So he paid extra attention to it. This paid off more times than he could ever predict, he thought as he stowed his claymore with a faint glitter of light. The Abyss had been growing stronger lately, more coordinated, more tedious to deal with. Diluc didn't like this at all, he felt there was something happening behind the scenes he had not yet discovered. Diluc ran his fingers through his messy bangs to unstick them from his forehead, and with his free hand he pulled a worn pocket watch from a pocket in his long, thick coat. He exhaled as he noted the time, it would be morning soon. Diluc was used to receiving next to no sleep between his crusade against Mondstadt's enemies and his appearances in his tavern, but all the same he had more than just the Abyss to worry about now. He pondered this as he made his way through alleys towards the main gate to the city, and found himself hoping Adelinde had left out something to eat when he returned.

A few weeks ago, two travelers had appeared in the city of Mondstadt. He hadn't met both of them himself yet, but Diluc didn't have to. The entire town was abuzz with rumors, gossip, and tales of what they had both done since arriving in the city. The first of the mysterious women was called Lumine, and from what Diluc had seen from his facade on the sidelines suggested she was not to be trifled with. She had appeared overnight, and in just as little time become a local celebrity. Many sequences of strange events had lead her to lend a hand to nearly every major figure in Mondstadt, from Wagner the blacksmith to (as much as Diluc was annoyed to admit it, even to himself) the Knights of Favonius themselves. Not much was known about the strange swordswoman with golden hair, or the silver-haired fairy who followed her around wherever she went. But Diluc had a sneaking suspicion she wasn't at all the humble Traveler that she claimed to be. And if anything, Diluc had learned to trust his instincts more than anything else these last few years. The second foreigner was... Well, quite simply she was odd. Diluc had gotten a much better look at this one, as since arriving in Mondstadt she had spent most of her nights in his tavern. Almost every night, right as the sun was setting over the city horizon, she would enter the appear like clockwork. She would order the same thing, a glass of sunsettia juice, and then she would find a table far to the back of the room. This table was always open because Diluc's other patrons normally considered it bad seating, as it was further from the action and harder to socialize from. This meant that the stranger had it to herself most nights, and Diluc thought he understood why that would appeal to her. The stranger was widely distrusted by the wider community, unlike the Traveler she was often seen with. While Lumine was considered something of a local hero already, the second stranger was often met with gossip, side glances and deep suspicion. Diluc would be the first to admit he was one of these people who kept an eye on her, for the very first time she had walked into his tavern he had seen all he needed from her. On her left hip, shining like a star, was a Dendro vision. This itself was unusual in Mondstadt, as the city of freedom and song barely had any inhabitants who could be considered scholarly in any way. Not even Lisa, librarian for the Knights, had a mark of the Dendro Archon. But this was only secondary to the real reason everyone was so cautious of the newcomer, for more importantly than the lime green crystal on her hip was it's bearings. There, clear as day, rose the slanted peaks and spikes Diluc had recognized at once as a Snezhnayan vision. Diluc frowned to himself as he took a turn down a side alley, a shortcut he knew quite well.

He didn't know what it was yet, but Diluc was almost certain the second newcomer was affiliated with the Fatui somehow. This suspicion was shared with almost everyone in town, in fact. All but one, interestingly enough. A bard who had recently appeared in Mondstadt himself had approached the Snezhnayan one night, and since then they had become fast friends. Venti seemed to be completely void of all type of caution when it came to her, and through him Diluc had watched the guards of many regular patrons in his tavern start to waver, which only served to raise his guard even higher. The Fatui alone were already a nuisance, but a Fatuus who could worm her way into the good graces of the people of Mondstadt was a dangerous nuisance.

Diluc halted in his tracks, straining his ears. Something had stood out to him over the flow of breeze.

"...don't...struggle...!"

It was faint, in fact if Diluc had been walking much faster he may not have heard it at all over his own footsteps. The voice seemed to have come from somewhere behind him, towards the gate he had just left for the evening. Cursing violently under his breath, Diluc immediately made haste back in the direction he had come from. It felt like far too much time had passed before he could hear a clearer picture of what was going on, and Diluc furrowed his brow as he realized the conflict was moving at an only slightly slower pace to him. He could hear the clinking of blades, grunts of effort, wooshes of air as something cut through it, but most unusually he could hear a sound he hadn't heard before. Diluc hurried his pace even more so, trying to place where he could have ever heard the strange sound before. Well, to be more exact, it was a myriad of sounds. It was like something was rushing through the air with tiny wind chimes streaming behind it over and over again. And without fail there would be an impact, as if something has burst into lighter and smaller pieces. As Diluc hurried, he realized there was something on the ground. A whole trail of somethings, actually. Diluc didn't dare slow his pace, as he felt he was very surely gaining ground on whatever was happening, but he realized as he stepped on a few of them that the trail was made up of dozens of green leaves. As he turned his head to see how long the trail had been going on for, he realized he was watching several meters of leaves behind him glimmer and evaporate into the air. As he rounded the next corner, Diluc suddenly had an idea of what may have been going on.

He was wrong, of course. But his reasoning wasn't far off.

Diluc stopped in his tracks as he rounded the corner. A few meters in front of him, two Fatui agents stood with weapons raised to strike as something apparently went down in the passage in front of them. Diluc could hear blade striking blade, and more of that unusual sound he couldn't place. Even as he watched, the ordeal got stranger.

"Останавливаться! Не сопротивляйся!" One of the agents called in a language Diluc vaguely recognized as Snezhnayan, before he kept to the side to avoid being hit.

This time, Diluc could see what was slicing the air, and by then he did quite literally mean slice. Even as he watched, hiding the majority of his mass behind the corner of a house to avoid being seen too early, a flash of bright green light would have blinded him in the night if he were not already used to such things. As he observed, he realized what he was seeing wasn't a normal spell, but a sword. A sword that had flown over the Fatui agent's head and clinked harmlessly off of the side of the house behind him. Diluc watched as several more flashes erupted from behind the next corner, each growing fainter as the person launching them backed further into the street.

"After her!" The second Fatuus ordered, this time in the common language as he and his associate bolted down the alley.

Diluc hurried after them, this time all caution thrown to the wind. Suspicious activity aside, they were trying to assault someone else. Diluc knew that if whoever they were chasing took the wrong turns, she would end up in a dead end. Which, depending on the Fatui's intentions with her, could be very dangerous. But as he followed the fight, having to duck himself under rogue glowing swords, he was hit with a very unusual surprise. Just as he had suspected, the person they were chasing had unknowingly backed herself into a corner. But Diluc never could have predicted who he saw, back to a stone wall and spellbook shimmering in the air before her. Stood in front of Diluc, focussed on 3 fully armed and readied Fatuus between the two of them, was Snezhnayan girl he had been so suspicious of. She looked awful, honestly. Her hair was frizzing, there were cuts up and down her arms, and she had a wild, frightened look in her eye that cleared many of Diluc's reservations about her affiliations on the spot. But all the same, he hadn't been spotted yet in the dark, so he would wait until the last moment. Just until he knew what was going on.

"Давай, тебе некуда идти." The Fatuus leading the group spoke up again in the Snezhnayan language, walking forward and forcing the girl to back further into the alley. "Просто сдавайся и иди с нами."

"нет!" Coughed the girl, heaving from the long chase and the effort of maintaining her attacks. Even as Diluc watched, the vision on her hip glowed so brightly it could light most of the alley all on its own. "I'm not going back, not now, not ever!"

"You can argue all you want, miss Zimanfisa." The Fatui agent sighed, and Diluc summoned his weapon once more as his blades started to glow red with Pyro energy. "But I'm afraid you are coming with us, whether you like it or not."

Diluc didn't give any of the Snezhnayans time to react, this was his time to strike if he wanted this to end quickly. Faster than any of them could react, Diluc had slung his sword and made contact with the shoulder of the agent on his left. They stumbled and collided with the wall of the alley so hard that he was obviously dazed, which gave Diluc a moment to focus his energy on his next swing. The leader had caught on and dived, but the second agent was not so lucky. Quick as a flash Diluc had jammed the pommel of his claymore harshly into the Fatuus' stomach.

"What in the-!" The leader turned to react to the sudden attack, and the girl reacted without missing a beat.

A green, glowing barrage of swords hurled through the air and landed themselves straight into the leader's chest. Instead of cutting him to ribbons like Diluc would have assumed, each burst into a cloud of green leaves as soon as they hit their target. It still looked to him like they hurt an awful lot, but clearly their power didn't lie in their physical damage. Fine by him, Diluc could think of plenty of ways to use the application of Dendro to his advantage. He didn't have much time to consider this however, as the Fatui agent he had struck first recovered.

"Stay out of this!" He growled, raising the massive knives he held on either arm and prepared to strike, but he didn't get a chance to.

"No!" The girl frantically shouted, panicking much worse than before. "Leave him out of this!"

But the agent didn't listen, and made a dash. There was a horrible sound of metal against metal that was so loud it rung in the ears of everyone around to hear it. But sure enough, when everyone's eyes could focus again they only saw Diluc forcing his claymore to exit the body of the Fatuus as he crumpled to the ground, unmoving. The second Fatuus went in for an attack of his own while Diluc's blade was unusable, and Diluc raised his fist to conduct Pyro and repel it, but he found he didn't need to. As the Fatui agent got close enough, he suddenly fell flat out of Diluc's line of site, right on his head. When Diluc looked down, he realized strong, dark roots had sprung from the paved stones beneath his feet, and as he trailed his eyes down the path of them he saw the girl knelt to the ground with her hand outstretched in his direction, staring directly at him as though worried she hadn't reacted in time. This proved to be her critical mistake, as in her haste to protect Diluc she had left herself wide open, and the leader of the Fatui squad seized that opportunity immediately by tackling the girl. Diluc made to advance towards them, but he was stopped.

"Don't you come any closer!" The leader demanded, holding the girl close to his front with one arm and keeping a blade close to her throat with the other. "If you don't surrender immediately, the girl dies!"

Diluc frowned, having to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He already saw how this whole thing was going to end. What the agent had failed to notice in his haste this time was that he was, unfortunately for him, glowing a faint green that pulsed with the crystal on the girl's hip. The girl stared silently at Diluc, hoping against hope that he knew what she was trying to tell him. To her horror however, Diluc didn't at all react the way she had hoped. Instead of trying to subtly ignite the trail of roots the girl had left for him, Diluc charged the agent. He raised his claymore in his right hand, looking as though he was preparing to strike. The Fatui agent, in a moment of panic, immediately took the bait and lashed out at Diluc's undefended chest, but he only managed to graze an arm as Diluc suddenly twisted to grab the agent's coat with his left hand. All at once, the world became a blaze that blinded everyone in that alley. When the inferno had subsided enough for the girl to let her forearm down from her eyes, where it had been in reaction to the pyre, all evidence of all 3 agents had been burned away. And before her stood a very tired, very angry, slightly injured Diluc Ragnvindr.

The girl took a step back, away from Diluc and almost pressing herself against the wall again as she readied for an attack, but it never came. Instead, Diluc fell to one knee, and thrust the blade of his claymore into the ground as support to hold himself up. The girl held her hands up to her chest as she danced from foot to foot, looking panicked as she gave him a thorough look over from a distance. But luckily, the only real injury seemed to be a gash on Diluc's arm.

"A-are you alright?!" She gasped, nearly out of breath from the entire incident. Without thinking she stepped forward to get a better look at Diluc's injuries, only to stop at once as soon as he put a hand out to stop her.

"Keep your distance..." Diluc huffed, slowly regaining his bearings as he confirmed the agents had been dealt with. "I'm not finished with you yet..."

The girl bit her lip, and Diluc could hear the anxious shuffling of her feet even if she didn't move closer to him.

"You're... You're injured...-"

"I will deal with that later." With a deep inhalation, Diluc braced himself on his sword and lifted himself back onto his feet. Once he had regained his bearings, he fixed his fiery gaze upon the girl. "Explain yourself."

The girl's eyes widened with her anxiety. "Master R-Ragnvindr, please, you-"

"Explain. Now." Diluc growled, gaining a better footing every moment. The gash on his arm was superficial at most, and it hurt less and less every passing moment. "I have had enough runaround for one evening."

The girl flinched, and instead of holding her hands close to her chest they flew downwards to clench the deep purple ruffles of her skirt hem. She chewed her lip some more, before she looked up to meet Diluc's eyes (albeit flickering to the side every so often.) "They... They wanted to bring me home."

Diluc's frown deepened, that was both very vague and infuriating. Sensing his annoyance, the girl hurried her explanation.

"I-I ran away, alright?! My father is a very powerful man, he must have asked these agents to tail me-"

"If your father is so desperate to have you returned," Diluc grumbled, using his uninjured arm to help stretch the other. "Why has he enlisted the Fatui of all people? Your story doesn't add up at all-"

Diluc paused, realizing that even he didn't have a pain tolerance so high. He looked down at his injured arm... Only to find it wasn't injured anymore. The blood that had been pouring from him was still staining his coat and would be annoying to clean, but even as he watched what had once been a sizeable cut was shrinking, turning pink and then silver into scar tissue. By the time he had comprehended what was happening, the scar had faded, leaving only the skin of his arm behind. Albeit, with less hair where the cut had once been.

Diluc looked up, and lunged as he saw the heels of the Snezhnayan girl's boots disappear over a railing above him, but instead he had to keep himself from falling on his face. Cursing loudly, he looked down and glared at what had hindered his chase. The same roots that had tripped up his previous attacker had surged in growth exponentially and laced themselves around his boots without him noticing at all. And what's more, he realized he could still feel traces of Dendro energy in his body as the glow of the roots faded into nothing. He ripped himself free of the roots, and looked up at the balcony where the girl had disappeared. Not only had she escaped his questioning, she had healed his wounds and prevented pursuit without alerting him at all. If he had noticed the roots before the healing, he would have reacted first and asked questions later. It was smart of her to keep him talking, he had to give her that.

Diluc fumed at the encounter the entire long walk to his home at Dawn Winery, and even as he climbed into his bed after barely taking the time to remove his boots and coat. The sun had begun to stain the night sky purple and orange on the horizon before Diluc had begun to fall asleep, but he had decided one thing was of the utmost priority the next time he encountered the girl with the Dendro vision as the little sleep he would get before Adelinde woke him up again crept into his mind.

"I cannot let her escape next time."

#genshin impact #my art #diluc #diluc x oc #my writing

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farsight-the-char · 1 year

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Good Looking Dudes.

The finest officers amongst the Dawnbringer Crusades are all trained by the military academies of their respectives cities, but few have hit the books as hard as Freeguild Marshals. Each is a master tactician and a veteran combatant, and they bring these hard-won lessons to bear on the battlefield.

The Relic Envoys who accompany these commanders are hand-picked from the finest squires of the next generation of soldiers. These brave attendants risk their lives to run orders through the heat of combat, bringing their Marshal’s will directly to the front lines.

They also tend to carry some artefact or relic from their family line – particularly morbid mementos may even be blessed with death rites, allowing the mummified heads of revered relatives to whisper advice (or embarrassing anecdotes) from beyond the grave.

Also some nice Variants, inlcuding a proper Warhammer.

#dawnbringer crusades #cities of sigmar #warhammer #fighters #just some guy

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demi-lancer · 1 year

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next narrative campaign is called ‘dawnbringers’ it’s Cities focused

dope

two crusades set off, only one can survive

#age of sigmar #dawbringer crusades #news and rumours #warhammerfest #cities of sigmar

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cursed-40k-thoughts · 11 months

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if I had a nickel for every "this is bad because it's not the empire from whfb" under a model preview for a new dawnbringer crusades kit I'd have enough money to buy an army in australia at MSRP

At this point the people who are still pissy about AoS not being like WHF are the equivalent of a kid sitting in the corner of a sandpit, arms crossed, yelling about how he doesn’t want to play with anyone while the other kids ignore him

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Story: A Distant Dawn

A story that hopefully won’t get deleted. I had an idea before I went to sleep one day and felt inspired to write. So given how this desire strikes once every quarter, I gave it my undivided atte-... ohh shiny.

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Thanks to @videtur-existentiae for proofreading and inspiring quality of life changes to hopefully make the story less s*%! over all.

Enjoy.

Tall. Imposing. Grand. These were some of the words that run through the minds of the brave elves who found themselves stood before the newly proclaimed Hall of Blood as the elegant statues and weaponry decorated its entrances. Lilia Rosecloud, like a small few, found themselves chosen from willing interest, or otherwise to stand trial to join a newly formed branch of the Sin’dorei military known as the Blood Knights. Warriors of Light and sword who do not kneel to the will of the light to control its powers.

Months passed as many endured grueling trials to fill the places of the Hall. Adept Rosecloud spent many of her days enlisting the help of Knights willing to help those of her rank and skill better themselves for the trials she was soon to face. One who proved to be most helpful was the one she least expected to be of any help.

Soon after receiving news that her trials were to be held shortly, Rosecloud increased her efforts in forcing the light to her aid. Pushing herself to effective use had been difficult. The screams inside of her mind are like cut glass. The pains of the captured Naru had been stopping her from properly performing most of the spells she needed to be ready for the trials. It did not help that the Adept felt watched by the Knights present on the training field. One who seemed to be always present was one of the few who kept to themselves at a distance. Intense eyes went concealed by the mask of the Hall of Blood. The female wearing red hair tied in a tail behind their head and stood distant from from those around her. Her gaze never ending when it found Adept Rosecloud.

The knight unnerved Rosecloud, making the adept come up with insecurities of being watched whilst she trained. She would never have expected that it would be the same woman who would give her the last scrapes of help she needed to perfect the skills to survive her trials. When Rosecould returned from her trials, she returned to the training grounds to meet the Knight who helped her gain her insignia. However, the Knight was nowhere to be seen.

Rosecloud returned to her husband and two sons. She was one of those who were fortunate to be able to carry her younger son to birth through the trying year that followed the Fall. Her older son was born two years before their brother. The Rosecloud family were thankful they were alive like the rest of their people. They considered themselves the lucky ones for making out of those horrible times with their closest family still intact, unlike many others.

It was not until a week later that Rosecloud was able to express her thanks to the Knight who effectively got her through her trials. The Knight introduced herself as Dawnbringer. She herself was continuing her skills with multiple weapons, but mainly the sword and shield. Rosecloud’s background as a city guard allowed her to give good insight into more advanced methods of using these weapons. This seemed like fitting repayment as Rosecloud learned more about Dawnbringer’s past. She was a former Priestess, one who taught younger priests and aided families that were living away from the main city. It was what made Dawnbringer all the more helpful in seeing Rosecloud through the difficult aspects of forcing the light for her trials.

Weeks of trying to maintain contact with Dawnbringer proved difficult. The perfect knight in shining black armour who saved her from failure was no so perfect after all. Their distance was caused by deeply founded troubles. Dawnbringer’s injuries caused by her over-ambition to step in front of an enemy's attack to protect those behind her, even when it did not make sense to do so. Rosecloud’s efforts to aid the Knight with seemingly self destructive combat strategies appeared to be in vain. Instead, Rosecloud continued in her duties. The days passed by with her aid being offered in fewer and fewer intervals. However, the help Dawnbringer had been eventually lead to Rosecloud insisting that she visit her home.

The sun shone high over the small village Rosecloud’s house occupied. Each house was damaged in their own way, but decorative reds and golds have been added to vibrantly shine with the other restorations. The soft, golden glow of the surrounding woodland of Eversong complimented the comforting warm colours of the small village. Knight Dawnbringer seemed to take comfort in this environment, but her comfort failed to meet her eyes. What troubles hidden behind the knight were obvious for those searching them.

Pleasantries unfolded as the small family and Dawnbringer enjoyed the evening together. The small house was lit by small candles around the room once the glow of the sun had set behind the trees. The room was decorated in red elven felts and purples veils to divide the larger room into smaller sections. Rosecloud noted a shift in Dawnbringer’s mood when she bore witness to the Rodecloud family. Dawnbringer gave an apparent happiness she had never been seen to have. Despite her husband and children being welcoming, Dawnbringer’s mood seemed to go unchanged following her visit.

An impending attack on the Isle of Quel’danas was in preparations causing both Rosecloud and Dawnbringer unease in the days leading up to it. They were to be ready to liberate the island from their once great prince and other knights of their halls who were twisted into his corrupt ways.

The battles were bloody and hard. Rosecloud felt a pit of dread for every one of her kin who fell before her as they stood with the Dawnblade. Demons ravaged those unfortunate to fall prey to her attacks. Explosions of fel fire as gigantic infernals scourged the earth below them before being struck down under blasts of intense light from the Knights of her company. Many had fallen from all sides before eventually, it happened. Across the world, the warmth of the Sunwell’s reignition washed over the elves connected to it with their once lost arcane and now new powers of light.

Dawnbringer was not seen at the short celebrations following the victory they achieved, but Rosecloud could not worry about her now. The doors to her home burst open as her family flooded out to meet her on returning to their village, having helped achieve an important victory for the Sin’dorei. She reveled in the time with her children. When they slept, she enjoyed drinks with her husband. When the night crept in and their doors stood closed, they laughed and were happy for where they were. When the heat grew and their contact became of the most intimate, they shared their long night together.

It was some years later that Rosecloud was expecting another child. Her talks with Knight Dawnbringer grew briefer and less frequent as the Knight crept into deeper levels of despair before having times where she would completely disappear. Rosecloud always wondered how she spent her time. Never did she look well and never did she rest from training or running missions for the Hall of Blood. The discovering of the Pandaren lands had been keeping Rosecloud busy within the Halls.

The next that was seen of Knight Dawnbringer was shortly after the birth of Rosecloud’s newest addition to the family, a daughter. The perspective of Dawnbringer as an outsider looking in was of complete bliss and pure happiness. The reclusive Knight could not have found more joy out of a reunited family if she tried. Rosecloud thought she had helped the troubled woman, but yet again she was wrong. Dawnbringer disappeared once again for the longest period ever.

More years passed. Rosecloud’s duties remained set. She did battle where needed, returned to the loving embrace of her family, and moved on under the command of her Matriarch. It was when the Legion first started bringing hell to Azeroth that she heard whispers of Dawnbringer’s name once again. Rosecloud saw fit to search around the Hall for recent reports that would indicate where Dawnbringer is to be found. A large span of time was observed between the reports Dawnbringer had made the Hall of Blood. But in recent weeks, they had been coming in once again. Rosecloud then moved to track Dawnbringer down to see her once more. Only this time, she knew by sight that something was different about her. She approached Dawnbringer with a smile.

“Knight Dawnbringer. Or should I say Knight Sunglance now. Congratulations.”

Rosecloud noted that Sunglance seemed better than she ever had been before. Her new husband lay ill in her new home, but her general attitude and expression seemed to be of somebody much happier. Soon after, Knight Sunglance was expecting her first child. Later, she found out it was a son, news which helped lighten Rosecloud’s mood as the stress of the legions attacks caused strains within her own marriage. Her own home was crippled by worry, her husband frustrated with each time she left to fight demon incursions on their world.

Sollemar Rosecloud lived a far less dangerous lifestyle than his wife in the Hall of Blood. His role asked of him to provide protection to trade caravans moving supplies between villages as they tried to reforge routes to move supplies around after the third war. He was able to return home to safeguard his family whilst his wife remained away for days or weeks on end. The threat of losing her to the legion ever present. This ultimately lead to irrational acts of worry that spiraled into eventual tensions as the war carried on. Her sons and daughters suffered the most. That was something that neither Sollemar or Lilia could stand, only further adding fuel to the internal conflict.

The war against the Legion kept Rosecloud involved with mission after painful mission. Her husband had eventually come to terms with what she has to do, lifting that weight off of her mind. The durations of her campaigns grew longer as new lands came to be discovered, only to have more war and bloodshed ripped through them. Her interactions with Sunglance became few and far between in this time. As was her time with her family. But when the time permitted, she was able to get all the time she needed to spend with her three children whilst her husband was away performing his own functions for the Kingdom.

Her family leapt out at her when she finally returned home for good. The dreaded green moon Azeroth had acquired was gone and the wound to their world had not ended all life as they knew it. The doors of her home opened and she was welcomed by her two sons and husband holding their infant daughter in his arms.

Her next meeting with Sunglance was quite different. A smile was held as she approached but she was duty bound to walk over with strict formality in her posture now.

“Knight-Master Sunglance. Greetings.”

There was no question in Knight Rosecloud’s mind that the Knight-Master before her was no longer the cold, secluded Knight with self destructive tendencies. No longer did she carry an atmosphere of depression and dread. Now she stands strict, fair and carries herself with pride. Those who could endure her training emerged with a well rounded set of skills, training through all hours of a day to see that their form and skill set were flawless. Rosecloud had experienced this training first hand, and continued to do so. But now, from somebody who stood in a position of strength, not of sorrow.

Weeks of training slowly worn down Rosecloud’s newfound admiration for the person Knight-Master Sunglance had become. Slowly, she started to see the same distance the Knight-Master carried in the days of old. Eventually, Rosecloud found the right time and right place to express these concerns to Sunglance. The Knight received a faint smile, something she wasn’t expecting to get. Based on the concerns Rosecloud expressed and how indecent it could have been perceived, a smile was the least she expected.

“You need not worry about me Knight Rosecloud. My distance comes from the pains my role carries. I am not to be friends to the Knights under my command. I have to demand respect and set an example of authority not to be questioned. I have to train you all from the ground up into the knights you become now. Send you to battle and sometimes to your deaths. I am not allowed a moment to simply pretend there are no problems in the world because it is indecent to bury my head in the sand whilst the families of the Knights I have lost bury or burn the holes now left in their families.”

Rosecloud left the conversation with a stark reminder of how the Knight-Master could be depressingly realistic with her statements now. It appeared she took no joy in some of the words she said, but say them she did. Rosecloud returned home, enjoying the time with her family as much as she could with the threat of war looming over them all once again.

It was not long since the Legion threat was ended that Rosecloud had to march yet again. Bloody battles awaited her in defense of the lands to the south as the Alliance marched north with vengeance in their hearts for the actions of the Warchief. Battle after battle, injuries were sustained. Their ranks and forces pushed back until the walls of Undercity shook under the artillery of Alliance war machines.

Plated boots stepped through the small village Rosecloud calls home.

The red armour of the Hall of Blood once again marched through the village towards a familiar destination. The steps finally having arrived outside the door of the Rosecloud home. The door creaked open as those who lived inside stood in waiting, expecting to find Knight Rosecloud as they always did. Their eyes found a Knight stood there, but it was not Rosecloud. The husband looked on as the joy washed from his face as Knight-Master Sunglance stood before him, tabard of the Blood Knights was held under her arm with a joyless formal look on her face.

“Master Rosecloud. It is with deepest sorrow I come to visit you personally to inform you of the death of your beloved wife…”

The words fade into a muffled blur as Irelia speaks to the family. Her body was crippled internally with guilt as she slowly destroyed the family before her. The husband lost the will to stand as he lowered himself to hold his two sons who cried loud enough for the whole village to hear. Her friend was lost and the family she left behind was rendered torn as a mother of three is taken from them. The commotion only saw to wake the sleeping daughter within the house, her cries joining the symphony of despair.

Irelia gave her final condolences before she left. The pleasant sight of the woods, its warm glows were left hollow and empty with weight of the loss handing in the Knight-Master’s mind. The family that was full of joy and delivered Irelia hope all those years ago, were all gone. Irelia left, a small village changed forever by her actions as the herald of bad news.

It was a long night that followed. The loss especially painful from Irelia’s closer relationship with Rosecloud and her family that now suffers it. But Irelia tried to force sleep the same way she always does. Lilia Rosecloud was not the first and she will not be the last. Irelia’s eyes drift close. Mind wrecked with fear of her own family suffering the same.

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