In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

I walk through the gates of the Silver Tower’s inner courtyard. The only place untouched during the last siege. Now that I am quite free, I can see the place in its entirety. Archways lined up around the gardens and the walls, while tall, are thin, topped with a high angled triangular roof painted wheat yellow. The rows of soulstones on the wall’s roof are intact and inhabited. The view must be more beautiful during the day. Engraved with symbols which I am sure represent the elven gods though I don’t know which is who. Most symbols are engraved on the walls while some are engraved on the slabs on the garden surrounding the tower. Magical wards are present on the walls though weirdly different from the outer wall, there’s no place to position defenders on top of the wall. This tower might have once been a place of worship too. I might ask Marissith about it later.

Entering the tower, the magical wards within the tower are still active and more potent than the walls. Anything short of a Greater Daemon will have a hard time breaking through with brute force. Passing through the corridor, I entered the throne room. Where Marissith along with five other people already present. My eyes open wide seeing the recognizable tall helmet. Immediately I turn around and flee. But the huge door slams shut and the wards of the tower become more active. The sound of the butt of the staff slammed to the floor sounded and I winced. Fuck! How do I get out of this? Okay, let’s act innocent. I turn around slowly.

“Uncle, I can explain.” I start slowly

“UNCLE!?” Shouted the elf beside him immediately after. I saw Teclis’ expression falter a bit, the grip on his staff tightening. The other three are obviously Balthazar Gelt, a wizard that I don’t know of, and a witch hunter. What’s this!? Ubersreik Five!? I felt my chance of survival hinges on my next words. In my current state I am confident I can take on Teclis but not if Gelt gets involved and not trapped in a warded place like this.

“You be quiet.” Teclis points at the elf. “Where is she?” Teclis turns to me with a grim tone.

“She’s safe.” Then I felt a gathering of magic. “She is with Morr. I cannot think of anywhere safer.” The magical pressure lessened somewhat.

“Where?” Teclis asks again.

“Stirland. In Morr’s temple, though I don’t know where.” I answer honestly. I can track her exact location but I forget which city was ruled by that Count that found the effigy.

“If I may, the daemon has kept her words so far.” Marissith adds just in time. A sigh sounded as Teclis withdrew his magic.

“And you would know about daemon keeping its word, would you?” Very nice Teclis. Very diplomatic of you. If Marissith took offense at Teclis' words, she doesn’t show it. Showcasing her experience in ruling. Both hold their stare on each other while the rest wait in silence. Then Teclis looks away and moves to one of the seats.

“Now come. This will be a long discussion.” Marissith gestures towards the long marble table and marble seats already prepared for the five on one side and a massive pile of furs for me on the other side. Taking control of the room as an intermediary. Only then I realize that my back is on the door, the other elf had his hand on the hilt of his magical sword, the witch hunter with his guns, while the other wizard and Gelt show no sign of hostility though the subtle gathering of magic proves otherwise.

—

Eldarion cannot believe his ear. A niece of Teclis, a daughter of Tyrion, a sister or maybe half-sister to the Everchild Aliathra. Turned into a Greater Daemon. Or is it a Daemon Prince? Doesn’t matter. Eldarion wracks his brain as much as possible. What matters is that Teclis knows. Does his lord Eltharion know? Judging from Lord Eltharion’s relation with the Fated Twin, he supposes his lord knows. But how? Tyrion is always faithful to the Everqueen. Not taking any concubines and casual flings the other elves usually does. It never happens. If he even does it once, the entire elven court will know in a blink as it would be one of the most coveted secrets by the elven maidens. Which means the birth of this Valariel is one of the most well hidden and planned schemes. This was supposed to be a field trip for him. A vacation from the constant threats in Yvresse and politics of the elven court. Weeks of visits to human brothels with all their promiscuous smell and vulgar huge tits. But now it seems like he has landed in the most dangerous intrigue in the elven kingdoms if this spreads out. He shouldn’t even be entrusted with things like this. This is a punishment. His lord Eltharion finally found a way to properly punish him other than the usual scouting duty in thick mist and double night watch.

The discussion on the table continues as Eldarion laments his fate. Something-something how the elven refugees from Laurelorn safely arrive in Cothique. The forest of Laurelorn is properly protected under the Greater Daemon. Then finally something catches the attention of his ear.

“The Forestborn did what?” Eldarion blurted out into the discussion without much thought. He didn’t mind that the table’s attention turned to him.

“Following the agreement, the beastmen… mated with female elves.” Marissith repeats the Daemon and is clearly still uncomfortable with using the word breed which was used by the daemon.

“Yes, and after that?” Eldarion continues to ask the most important part.

“I have also heard that some of the men also start… mating with beastmen does.” Marissith answers his question. 

Eldarion began to think again, at first it seems like the Eonir are coerced into this situation. But after hearing that the men voluntarily joined in, the situation might not be as it seems. Is this chaos corruption at play? But then his enchanted necklace would’ve reacted and protected him ever since Lord Teclis teleported all of them to Tor Lithanel using the old waystones. He has heard of some promiscuous stories the wood elven kin do with animals in the forest and if it is true and there’s no corruption at play, then it means that some wood elves are more adventurous than he. This needs to be corrected. He saw the sharp glint from Lord Teclis' eyes, warning him and the visible disgust from the humans. He realized he must be grinning. Already he made plans. He needs to know the living conditions of his fellow elves. Yes, for research purposes.

—

Faris felt sick in his stomach hearing how the Eonirs live under the golden beastmen. How did they not leave along with the rest of the refugees and allow themselves to be used by the beastmen? Surely there’s something more valuable than just a forest. Then again his experience with elves is very limited. Not like his colleagues that are stationed in Altdorf or Marienburg where elven quarters are present. All he knows about them is one of the few classes he attended when his father wanted him to become a priest and enrolled him in Middenheim's College of Theologies. Before Fraulein went missing for years only to return as something else entirely.

In that class, he is told that elves were an ancient race, civilized when men were still barbarians before Sigmar. They were sailors, explorers, and wizards without equal, with the pride that matched it. Some scholars claimed that there are two types of elves. One sworn to light and another sworn to darkness, and that it was the latter that enslaved mankind. Other scholars claimed that this was simply a convenient fiction that allowed elven traders to disclaim responsibility for their cruel corsair kindred. But then again, most are second hand knowledge and will be biased. Not to mention the propaganda that inevitably follows. Back then, he took the propaganda as just what those who never met an elf would say and as Middenlander, most will never see an elf. He was still an optimistic youth back then. But seeing Eldarion antics, he wonders how much of the elves were cruel and degenerate and given over entirely to pleasure is the truth, then how much of the elves deserves being replaced by the humans because of it is correct.

Then again, Faris doesn’t know what to expect anymore. He passed a month-long distance in almost a day from Middenheim to Altdorf. Only to pass another month-long distance from Altdorf to Laurelorn in a blink. This must be what Fraulein said about the faster travel method. Part of him wondered why such magic is not more widespread then he remembers his occupation and this kind of magic must be only viable to transport few peoples and not an entire army. He was glad if so because if not then an army can attack a city without as much as a mustering call and marching will only leave the other cities open to attack. His mission to deliver the message is not progressing as expected too. He knows he will need some support for the message to have some credibility for it to be heeded by the Emperor and Lord Gregor has volunteered to be his guarantor. So does Lord Teclis but only if he follows him. He never really expected to ascertain the credibility of the message himself, checking if the Golden Daemon did in fact rebelling along with her herd of golden beastmen. He wonders if such things are even possible. Part of him was glad that Bertrand did not tag along with him. If he can hold Bertrand back from attacking Fraulein, he is not sure he can hold Bertrand back from lashing out at the daemon as soon as it enters the throne room.

Regardless, the discussion went along as much as he expected. As it is night, there will be nothing substantial discussed or agreed upon. Only a back and forth of facts ascertained. Establishing some common ground and so far, there is no flaw in the daemons conduct and words. He looked around the table. Lord Teclis and Lord Gregor have their frown deepened. Faris suppose it will be so much easier if there’s a flaw on the daemon. The more reason to just get rid of it. Times are indeed dire that they just didn’t do so. That an ally is a must sought after in a very unlikely place. Then again, if this is true, there’s a chance the Empire will no longer be harrowed by beastmen. But only if. And there’s also what the daemon said. That the human Gods are returning. Faris knows Taal and Rhya have returned and entrusted the message to him. Then the daemon also said that Ulric and Manaan have also returned through their messenger, a divine white wolf and an albatross that speak Manaan’s word. And that Morr, the God of the Dead is guarding the elven soul of Valariel. If this is also true, why then did the Gods not speak through their faith? What made the daemon so special that the Gods gave their attention to it. Faris suppose this is the reason why the others in the room even listen to it. Still, he can’t help but acknowledge the jealousy that appears in him. He was almost a priest of Ulric once. What made him and the rest of the priesthood unworthy for their God’s attention. These were dangerous thoughts, he acknowledged. But then again, he consoles himself. He is a messenger and that there is some part for him to act upon.

—

The meeting concluded without much of a problem. My integrity and reliability are firm. The five leave the throne room, led by the elven maids that are recalled for this occasion. The door closes behind them, leaving me and Marissith in the room. Then I look around, checking if there’s any magic lingering to spy on me. After double checking, I slumped to the table and let out a long sigh. 

“I felt like I was going to die.” I groan. I only remember inviting Gelt. Did he also bring the other four along? Then again, he is a cautious person. I already expect he will bring company but not Teclis.

“I thought that is not really a problem for your kind.” Marissith comments as she sips some wine in a crystal goblet.

“Well yes. Doesn’t make it less uncomfortable though.” I can resurrect like what I did after dying in Hoeth. But the sacrifice will be magnitude greater now that I am a Greater Daemon.

“Uncomfortable. Of course.” Marissith sasses me back with confidence.

“Are you drunk? Or is this your way to get back at me?” She clearly can warn me who the guests were and consciously decided not to. I know my agreement with her after saving Tor Lithanel is a take it or leave it but still it is fair. Somewhat. To my question, she just smirked and continued drinking. Oh, I see. She has acclimatized to the current situation. Well, better this way I guess. Besides, this is exactly what I want her to do, being our diplomatic face and intermediate for me. So as long as she doesn’t do something egregious I won’t mind. The most important part begins tomorrow. There will be much to showcase and I have something in mind for both Gelt and Teclis.