FfH trivia game thread

[GeeJo]

Alexis and Flauros, Lugh and Belenus.

 

[evanb]

'Belenus' wasn't Lugh's brother

 

[Maniac]

I found four whose names are mentioned:
Lars & Kobe Lort
Lugh & Seterim
Capria & Sabra
Alexis & Flauros

If that's right, my question: how did Barnaxus become alive?

 

[MagisterCultuum]

I'm pretty sure I asked that question already, and it has already been answered.

Hmm...it seems like I forgot that it was m turn for the last 2 and a half months. Lets see if we can bring this thread back.

How did Barnaxus become the first "living," thinking, self-aware golem, and for what purpose?

 

[Maniac]

Oh, in that case you may think up a new question.

 

[MagisterCultuum]

Ok, why is Kithra Kyriel a hero?

 

[evanb]

Hero Promotion?

I didn't know of Lars & Kobe or of Capria & Sabra.

 

[MagisterCultuum]

I meant the backstory, not the game mechanic; what other hero caused him to become a hero?

 

[evanb]

I know, I know, it was just a joke.

It's Hemah and his "affective dreaming" that turned Kithra into a fighter.

 

[giddion]

The adventurers that the Grigori get, what is their back story and why do the come in a specific order, is there any significance to that?

EDIT: I don't know the answer so I guess it breaks the rules but I figure someone can at least give a partial answer.

 

[Ur_Vile_Wedge]

Bow to my necrothreadcy! But reading through this was fun, so lets keep it up please?


I believe that the reason for adventurers is the eclectic and individualistic nature of Grigori society, prompting each to go forth and tackle the world, so to speak, a.k.a. adventurers.



ehh, something easy to kick off with. Which leaders have 4 traits at any one time?

 

[MagisterCultuum]

Cardith Lorda, Cassiel, Perpantach, and Hyborem. Of course, these aren't all exactly "real traits"


What controls one's surroundings in the Underworld?

 

[Ur_Vile_Wedge]

One's thoughts /will, although most spirits are too unfocused to control much of anything.


If I'm right...

Spoiler :

Whose nightmares of endless battle are sort of soothed at one point by fighting by the side of Valin Phanuel?

 

[MagisterCultuum]

You are basically correct, although I believe the proper wording would be one's emotional state.

 

[Ekolite]

Hmm IIRC your surroundings are similiar to your memories and are shaped by the kind of hings you remember all your life. Most spirits are too unfocused to notice this and though and they basically live in a dream.

 

[xienwolf]

Whose nightmares of endless battle are sort of soothed at one point by fighting by the side of Valin Phanuel?

Saverous.

Spoiler Saverous' Entries in the Pedia :

The last is the relevant one to this discussion. Not sure what this first has to do with Saverous precisely, but I do know that the name of the main character needs to be changed. Hrm... I should have asked a question dealing with this

The smoke twisted randomly, as if caught in breeze that was impossible in the small summoning chamber. Kael knelt in a ring with the other students watching the mage in the center demonstrate the experiment in conjuration.
A figured formed in the smoke, an imp a little over 2 feet tall. His chest was soot black, and he grew lighter gray and hazy along his legs and arms, until his feet and hands were nothing but thin trails of smoke. The embers from the fire danced up into his body and whipped randomly around him, settling in his eyes, which floated lazily, and seperatly, around his forehead.
He glared at the students until Bradeline, the red robed mage, shouted "Zazim!"
The imp's ears folded back against his head at the sound of his name.
"Why do you bring me here?" The imp's voice popped like greasy meat in a hot pan.
"They will try to control the conversation, lead you where they want to go. Innocent at first, but it is a trap. Speak only of what you want from the creature, you did not summon it for idle conversation."
One of the imp's eyes remained fixed on Bradeline, while the other floated around his head going from student to student, looking for weakness. Kael was easily 10 years older than the rest of the students, and couldn't tell if the imp noticed this or not. Most of the other students paled and looked away at the imp's glare. A few returned the stare, their own fear overcome by their lust for power. Kael didn't react at all, and the imp's gaze passed quickly on to the next student.
After its examination of the room the imp dropped, placing his wraithlike hands on the stone floor. The fire brightened and the smoke flared out, momentarily obscuring the imp's form. From within the circle its scratchy voice could be heard speaking unholy words.
"The daft creature is attempting to summon more of its kin." Bradeline looked almost disappointed. "Most would attempt to flee, but both attempts will be blocked by the summoning circle you constructed. Its call can not penetrate the shell of sorcery, symbols and the enchanted powder."
Bradeline took a chain from his belt and held it toward the imp. He let go of the end, letting a copper medallion inscribed with a six pointed star swing down as he shouted the imp's name again. Bradeline was as much a performer as he was a conjurer. This time Zazim ignored him.
The powder was enchanted exactly as it should be, but it was not all silver as the spell required. The imp's call was heard, and in a gust of wind the ill-prepared powder was blown all over the surrounding shocked students. Bradeline didn't have much time for surprise, the newly formed greater demon that stood over the imp reached out and grabbed his throat.
The demon stood almost to the room's concave ceiling. He had the hooves of a goat, thick twisted legs, and the chest and arms of a massive gorilla. He had two human heads, one with its mouth sewn shut, constantly screaming behind its pursed lips, and the other looked to have had its eyes recently gouged out. Blood and ichor ran down this face and dripped onto the right side of the demon's chest. On one forearm the demon had almost a dozen battered gold rings.
"Command me now, blood trader!" The demon grinned. Bradeline had summoned him many times, and forced him to perform acts degrading even to demons. The mage raised the medallion ineffectually in front of the demon's face, the one with eyes, but the demon only laughed. He would have toyed with Bradeline longer, but the students began to scream and he realized he had more fun in store than just this one killing. With a squeeze, Bradeline's neck was broken and the demon threw the mage's body against the stone wall of the chamber. Then he turned on the students.
A boy, more full of ego than sense, began to recite a spell prohibited to students this young. He shot his hands out toward the demon as he finished the incantation. But he was not ready for a spell that complex, and the fire intended for the demon raced up the boy's arms instead. He fell screaming as the flames consumed his shoulders and head.
Another student, one that had looked away when Zazim glared at him, had his screams cut short as the imp leapt to his chest and climbed into his mouth. Kael watched the students face flush at the realization that he wouldn't live long enough to be killed by the two headed demon that was tearing into the other students. The student fell, choking and grabbed hold of Kael's drab brown acolyte robes. Kael ignored him, the only unmoving piece of the hellish room.
The room's single door was enchanted, only Bradeline or one of the academy's other instructors could open it. This was to prevent any creature that was summoned here from getting loose and threatening the school. It had seemed a reasonable precaution to the students when they had learned of it, but now as they beat on the chamber door they realized the limitations of the door's protection.
--The Tale of Saverous, Act II: Chapter 1

The Doviello carry crude weapons into battle, a throwing rock bigger than a man's head or a stout branch. They use these makeshift weapons because they were temporary. The first opponent killed becomes their weapon of choice. Grabbed by the ankles, they would be swung like a meaty flail. Blood sprayed over opponents, and every swing would lose more and more of the corpse, until another was needed to replace the first. At this point in the battle, the "weapons" were always readily available. Occasionally, an opponent would be grabbed while still alive. The effect of being beaten by a bloody body that was screaming at you while it happened is traumatizing to even the most hardened warrior. Few armies were willing to face even a few hundred Doviello.
Saverous was a Doviello warrior, captured by the Burnt Priest and transported to an asylum where he could be the subject of experiments. He would have died there, or worse, gone months without death, but a war began. The Overlords searched their slaves for useful bodies, warriors were sacrificed, priests were pulled from their work to fight. Saverous was nearly 9 feet tall, his body still strong, even if his mind was broken from the experiments. They made him into a thrull.
Possessed by a demon and inscribed with runes that hardened his skin and strengthened his muscles, Saverous was loosed on the battlefield, and Arawn help any man who stood in his way.

The guardsman, Nathan, has died. It seems we will have another burial.
Valin checked Nathan and gave one more prayer before we carried him off of the road and to a small glade with soft ground. Valin and a few guards started digging while I set the blanket-wrapped body down and sat waiting for them to finish or a turn at a shovel.
The bandits, or someone, had used the glade to hang their catches. Cut ropes hung from a few spots on the tree, and the grass directly beneath the ropes was tinged a dull brown in places. There weren't any deer hanging here now, but this was a spot accustomed to death.
I was never asked to dig, and didn't offer to help, except to place the body in the shallow hole when it was complete. After the hole was covered, the men stood quiet for a second, then wandered back to the wagons to sleep, exhausted from the day. No one said anything about the boy.
I sat at the edge of the glade, silent myself. Valin said another of his prayers then turned to walk back.
"Why didn't your prayers heal him?"
Valin wiped the sweat from his forehead as he considered the question. He seemed to be effected by the boy's death, at least more than the guards, but he hadn't said anything about it either. He and I were the last ones in the glade, if you didn't count the newly buried corpse.
"I dont know why some get healed and some don't. I don't pretend to understand. I just know that people die, both good and evil, every day. I know there is a war being fought, and casualties on both sides. I wouldn't assume that either side is so much stronger that it overwhelms the other side in every battle and suffers no losses."
"So there is only so much healing to go around? Your god healed the bruise I left on your face, but wouldn't save this boys life. Did you pray for this boy to be healed?"
"I did."
Valin looked around the glade, noticing the cut ropes and the blood marks in the grass for the first time. He began smoothing out the dirt on the grave, hoping that whoever hung deer here wouldn't notice or mess with it.
"It's a war, thats all I know." Valin said.
"My experience with war tells me that they typically suit the desires of the generals and emperors that wage them, but not the people that fight and die in them."
Valin seemed ready to quip back something at me, but he bit his tongue and looked only at the cut ropes before responding.
"When I was a boy, maybe 6 or 7 years old, I couldn't hunt with my father. I was soft-hearted, unable to kill a rabbit. I would cry if I even saw one dead. My father was a very strict man, and he wanted to raise me well. I was punished for my weakness, lashed, hit. But I still couldn't get used to the sight of blood."
Valin paused, caught up in the memories in his head, before continuing.
"He had taken away my food, stating that if I was unwilling to hunt I wouldn't share in the rewards of that hunt. I began sneaking food, radishes and onions from the garden. When he caught me I was punished..." Valin spit out the word, "and then he locked me in the smokehouse for two days."
"There were fresh deer bleeding out in the smokehouse, and it was a tiny wooden shack, barely larger than an outhouse. I was starving, tired, and spent those two days terrified by the blood dripping on me, and the deer faces staring down from the darkness above me."
"It sounds horrible." I couldn't figure out any other way to respond.
"It was..." he searched for the word, "Traumatic. But afterwards I wasn't afraid of blood anymore."
"Or you were just more scared of your father." He ignored my statement. "So are you saying Junil is like your father?"
"No, I'm saying we are like children. We can hope for a perfect world, we can plead with our superiors to provide it, be they our parents, our emperors, or our gods. But our world isn't perfect, all we can do is try to strengthen the good we find and weaken the evil, and sometimes that means we will have to deal with blood. To fix a meal, or protect a caravan from lawless men."
I was unconvinced but I didn't want to push Valin any further, so I only nodded and picked myself up. I helped him finish covering up the grave and then we walked back to the caravan and I fell into more of my nightmares of battle and killing, but this time Valin was there with me.
--The Tale of Saverous, Act I: Chapter 9

Question: Which unit sports a large series of modern day, "Ghetto" embelishments in it's design (not the actual graphic, but the description given)?

 

[Ekolite]

hmm is it... the Sidar Ghost?

 

[xienwolf]

Nope Keep Guessing.

 

[jimi12]

Ratha. If im right...

who is going to be leading a parade in 12 days?

 

[xienwolf]

jimi12 is correct. From the Civlopedia entry:

Now available with underbody neon lighting, spinner rims, and a spring loaded carbon brush suspension that allows you to "bounce" each wheel individually or together. Perfect for a night of pimping or out killing those heathen Doviello. (Note: warranty does not cover fireball damage.)