In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

It was in the late afternoon that I along with Kal, Druig, and my guests arrived on my Herdstone in Drakwald. Suffice to say the place has been properly walled with towers and other fortifications. Eldarion also finally joins in after enjoying himself all night long with female beastmen. Still looking sharp and clean though his countenance shows his exhaustion. As for the others, everyone else is deeply frowning. The wizards already notice the overabundance of magic and the unnaturality of the deep forest coated in gold.

“Before we enter, may I ask all of you to… behave?” I ask them after all of them looking tense. “Especially you, uncle. I loathe to kill you and more so on notifying my counterpart of your death.” I add and a slight smirk appears on Teclis’ mouth before it is gone and replaced with a cold glare. Seems like I have poked his pride.

“Feeling confident are we?”

“Here? Absolutely.” I declared with confidence, the entire domain is mine and the vortex of magic from my Herdstone naturally follows my will. “And besides, I have other guests inside.” I then add.

“And what is your assurance that you won’t kill us as soon as we enter that accursed place!?” Roared the shaman of the group. I think last time he introduced himself as the leader of the Amber Wizards. He has been agitated ever since the presentation of my guns over and even more so after entering my golden domain.

“Because, believe it or not, you have been in my domain as soon as you pass the last natural trees before my golden domain. Besides, I have given Taal and Rhya my word and they have given me theirs. That all of us are to not fight against each other.”

“Keep my God's name, out of your accursed mouth.” Gregor seethes in anger at the mention of their name. Magic started flaring and I considered crushing him with the very magic he is channeling right now. No, don’t do that. Just incapacitating him is enough. But before any of us could do anything, Balthazar Gelt’s hand gripped Gregor’s arm. The Supreme Patriarch wrestled the magic Gregor had channeled and dispersed it away.

“I never doubted your visions. Which is why you are here. But now is not the time.” Gelt’s deep voice sounded behind his mask and calmed Gregor. Somewhat. What’s this about visions and all of that?

“Any other complaints?” I ask as things settle down. Silence is my answer.

“Very well then.” I nod at the gate guard who blows a horn, letting out a loud deep droning sound and the gates, made with one huge piece of marble each, open slowly as they are pulled by chaos mammoths. Entering inside, most of the beastmen dwellings still consist of huge leather tents though some like the makeshift forges have shifted to be a proper forge made with stones. Additionally, there is one thing very out of place which is a Cathayan quarter currently still in building on one side of the settlement. Once it is finished, it will be the quarters and offices used by their caravans on trading with the Empire. As soon as I am able to smooth things over. At the center of the Settlement is my Herdstone, still spewing vortex of pure magic. Thankfully, it is not the day Stru’Kas is allowed to check the gate.

“You made this?” Teclis said in disbelief as he gazed at my Herdstone Gate.

“Well yes, thank you for asking. Now-

“Shut it down.” Teclis interrupts

“What did you say?”

“Shut it down now!” He repeats again with much more hostility.

“Uncle. Calm yourself.” My tone is warning. “I know your experience regarding gates is not exactly good.”

“You knew? You knew and still you make this gate!?”

“I don’t know everything. I only know as much as everyone else knows that you along with Gotrek and Felix went to Old One’s gate and nothing else after.” I tried to calm him as I really don’t want to fight him as the success of my herd being accepted by the Empire hinges on his recommendation. Else I will need to take the hard route of beating them until it is not feasible but then it will weaken the Empire in the coming conflict against Chaos.

“Besides, it doesn’t connect to Old One’s path. Instead it is only connected to the other gate at the border of Cathay.” To this, Teclis finally simmers down as it looks like I won’t be repeating Old One’s folly. Yet. Though his frown is yet to disappear from his face. Wonder what he saw there to make him this hostile.

Then I gesture with my hand to my beastmen to lower their weapons. Plenty of them gathered and Kal and Druig were ready to kill my guests at any moment's notice.

“Anyway, this is what I additionally offered. An express gateway directly to Cathay. This should expedite trade and troop movement should the Empire manage to formalize an alliance with Cathay.” I continued as if there’s nothing wrong.

“Tell me, you do know where magic originates from, yes?” Teclis, still frowning, asks slowly. Well, of course I know. It comes from… the warp. The realm of chaos. Just like the chaos gods and all their daemons. The gate that is currently spewing pure magic and I claim only connects to its sister gate. Immediately I stomped to the gate. Fuck, how did I forget about this. It is as if a veil is covering my thoughts. Is it because of my nature as daemons that I miss this fact?  It was made to be a wellspring of magic, yes. But if magic can pass through, then so do daemons. I can stop the magic flowing but not entirely and fortunately, the gate is currently too small to allow Greater Daemons to pass through. Alright. Think, there must be something I can do. I was complacent. I think previously I decided to let it be to solicit souls and attribute points benefits from the Chaos Gods. I sought to use them and instead they have been using me. I felt a chill on my realization. The fact that they haven’t supported me anymore and I almost unintentionally let this fatal flaw pass through simply because I did not think about it is terrifying. Currently the gate is still under my control, but with the current abundance of magic, they can spew out lesser daemons surrounding the gate while they can try to erode my control of the gate from the warp. If that happens I have handed a third crude warp gate that can still be upgraded directly into the Four’s hands. I assume they will try to do that once the conflict escalates and there will be less of my beastmen defending the gates. My hand touches the coarse surface of the gate. There must be something I can still do. Then a notification appears.

Fortify the Gate

Drastically decrease the magic generated by the gate. But in return, will significantly ward against Chaos Gods power and effectiveness in their attempts to seize the Gate from the Warp. Effectiveness decreases when the Gate is upgraded due to the Gate’s increasing presence in the Warp. Can be upgraded again after the Gate is upgraded. Does not affect attempts made from the material world. This decision will completely antagonize the Chaos Gods.

Cost: 4000 souls

I read the prompt. And reread it again. It would seem I can make something similar to the God Emperor’s wall in the Warp. As for why its effectiveness decreases when the gate is upgraded, it would seem like my Gate is like a faucet tapping directly to the warp to generate magic and upgrading it means enlarging the pipes in the warp and therefore stretches the wards thin while simultaneously widening the structure so that it can be attacked in more places. It is still not completely foolproof. Which means I will need to divide more of my herd to defend the Gate itself. Not to mention the absurd cost in souls. I have a reserve of liquified elven souls back in the captured black ark but fortifying the gate will surely consume most of it. As for upgrading the Gate, do I even want to? As of right now, if I fortify my gate without upgrading, it would be a very small but constant annoyance to the Chaos Gods. One they cannot effectively do anything about. Immediately another notification appears.

Gate Upgrade 1

Drastically increase the magic generated by the Gate. Can be closed instead of constant generation. Will create a subspace in between gates. Size depends on the amount of Gates constructed and the level of the Main Gate. Subspace can be set to be a habitable zone. Can be directly connected to Sanctuary. Subspace borders will require maintenance after attacks from the Warp.

Cost: 800 souls

My eyes balk seeing the upgrade. A webway project. I can make a beastmen webway. Then my excitement went as swiftly as it appeared. In front of me is a third option. No need to side with Chaos or everyone else. But this would require significant effort and sacrifice. It would take all the souls in my possession for the first upgrade and first fortification on the Gate. I will have plenty of opportunities to gather souls in the upcoming wars. But what is important is that if I upgrade the Gate, Chaos can directly attack and try occupying my subspace. I can definitely not fortify the Gate, but then I can assume that daemons can almost freely enter my subspace. Something I am not really comfortable with and against everything I have done so far. Not to mention my promise to Valariel. It must be achievable to completely isolate the webway from the threat of Chaos but it will require completing the Gate. Which means it will be a race against time and Chaos as soon as I decide to commit to this path. I think I can understand 40K God Emperor's rush to finish his webway project. With that in mind, I pull my hand away and turn back to Teclis.

“I see that you have realized your folly. Now-

“I can do it.” I interrupted his lecture. “I can isolate my gate from the Realm of Chaos. But I will need assurance. Doing so is a point of no return and I will need assurance that my alliance with the Empire and at least a non-aggression with the elves are secured.”

“Are you mad? What you want to attempt is to repeat the folly of the Old Ones.” Teclis’ tone steadily rising

“And what do you suggest? Different from you, I have no separate continent to return to and lament the glory of days gone by.” Very good. How very diplomatic of me.

“And you suggest risking the entire world for an impossibility.” He started shouting. My jab hits home.

“Please. Don’t start mentioning the world. We both know the Asur in general and especially my father does not care about anything else outside of Ulthuan.”

“Do you even have the means to do what you are about to do?”

“I have. All I need is for the Empire and the Elves to not get in my way.”

“Now you sound just like your father.”

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Eldarion regrets ever coming here. He even regrets stop fucking the very gentle beastmen doe he is fucking the entire night. Now he must stand here and suffer hearing Lord Teclis and the daemon bicker at each other. At the very least, he is not suffering alone, the humans also standing awkwardly, not knowing how to intervene. He remembers hearing that this is how human families argue with each other. Very emotional and very different from the way Asur does. Usually it involves treating the others as if they don’t exist, disownment, and lastly banishment. But through this, in a sense, he can see how the daemon and Lord Teclis are related to each other. The daemon has Prince Tyrion’s supreme confidence or arrogance in everything he does. While Lord Teclis has his pride in the matter of magic with power and experience to back it. Then Eldarion realizes he almost regards the daemon as a fellow elf and he frowns. These are blasphemous thoughts.

“Enough of this!” The daemon finally snaps. “I have shown enough goodwill on my end. It is time all of you showed yours.” The daemon addresses us and the humans.

“For the Empire, I am willing to offer the manufacturing method for my guns and the access to the gate to trade with Cathay in exchange for an alliance. As for the elves, give me a non-aggression pact at the very least. In exchange, I offer my help in repairing the Waystones of Yvresse.” The last part draws Eldarion’s attention. If, just if Yvresse’s Waystones are properly repaired, it will relieve much of the burden of his people. Though he is not sure if Prince Eltharion will welcome help from a daemon. With that, the elves and the humans are escorted to the Cathayan Quarters.