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Eh, it looks like there are some inherent, conceptual weight to Soulgaze. I don't think anything faked, through as it might be, would stand up to inspection.
Yup, I was thinking along the same lines.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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- Wordcats
Lots, as you've suggested. But as an immortal, which he is, they don't apply. They're the Mortal Laws of Magic for a reason, after all.
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- Germany
He is immortal?
I mean, we certainly don't expect to die of old age, but we haven't taken any steps to ensure our survival beyond 2500 years yet either.
We are no mortal in common speech, but we definitly are by any technical definition.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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His soul is also a construct that has no ties to the setting that are intrinsic. He's more strongly bound to the Dragon Dream, for example, which also lies outside time as we know it. Viserys probably has the Metaphysical equivalent of backdoor admin privileges locally; more access, less legitimacy. No one is eager to take his word at face value. Luckily, Viserys knows how to make the bitter taste sweet.
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- being near locations is my passion.
For me, true immortality is unachievable in any positive fashion (the only ones I know of are Others, which are dead gods, I think, and they have a pretty shitty exisitance), and that we should go for longevity instead. So, by my count, we will stay mortal, in the technical sense.
Which is the best kind of sense
Unless we get min. divine rank sonepoint. Then we're quasi-mortal or sonething
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I mean, this whole thing was your show from the beginning, everyone was just waiting for you to wrap it up. I personally have reservations about this - it's just too much too fast - but Lord Grafton looks to be remarkably receptive towards this sort of thing. I was intitially under the assumption that we'd be officially making the break from the Seven when he discovers what Lyn's been up to, and we'd be implying that the Faith knew what a depraved piece of shit he was. We do have social skills up the wazoo however, so this'll might work now.Did you just close the vote the minute I've actually made a plan?
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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His draconic lifespan is sufficient to bypass. There's also the perhaps simpler fact that the White Council oversees human practitioners, not more. The easy way for Viserys to prove those rules don't apply is to invite them out somewhere quiet and then just shift forms. The Laws of Magic exist primarily to prevent mortal wizards from becoming dark ones, as black magic in the DF universe is a corruptive influence acting along metaphysical vectors that requires a minor artefact to bypass.
In D&D, it isn't. On the simplest levels, that just means that Viserys will be capable of hurling around lethal magic without needing to worry about getting damaged by it - and anyone who cares to look will be able to see that his soul remains stable. But what that makes him is an inhuman practitioner, if the lack of him breaking technology didn't give it away (he is going to fall in love with smartphones). The Laws of Magic don't apply to them.
More importantly perhaps, they're human laws. And human laws can be changed.
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Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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It is a pretty stark contrast. The Seven did X atrocity. They didn't answer my prayers. And those strictures I was taught to follow as laid down by Andal tradition have been made a mockery, with an Usurping murderer who killed my father demanding supplication and offering naught but tainted coin, the men around me dancing to the tune of fiends, and the Seven STILL won't answer me.
But this man's Gods may have. Do I believe they are a kindly power? I have only a servant of theirs before me to judge, and he seems kind.
I think he'll take the help for what it is worth, but I think we'll need more to convince him to do anything than fixing his shoulder.
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- Germany
And im not expecting any more then that. This is just a first push. Show him that others doubted the Steven and found their answers elsewhere.
Take note that I'm not trying to spew theology at him. He asked for Dywens story and he got it.
i think there is a certain point in the mythic tiers that flat out stops whoever reaches it from aging if they don't feel like it, so we are definitely getting it, it'll just take a really long time IRL.For me, true immortality is unachievable in any positive fashion (the only ones I know of are Others, which are dead gods, I think, and they have a pretty shitty exisitance), and that we should go for longevity instead. So, by my count, we will stay mortal, in the technical sense.
Which is the best kind of sense
Unless we get min. divine rank sonepoint. Then we're quasi-mortal or sonething
tier 9 lets people pop right back to life on their own after 24 hours regardless of the condition of the body or the manner of their death, can't be stopped by non-mythic stuff, tier 10 specifically says they have to get murdered by a coup-de-grace or a critical hit from an artifact to actually stay down. still, technically not divinity.
granted, it's not like regular death is much of a problem for important people even now, and our foes would definitely try for a fate worse than death if they get the chance but that just confirms it. (shrugs all around)
Part MMCCCLIII: The Measure of Mercy
The Measure of Mercy
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
With a careful hand you spin truth and falsehood together, speaking of a small peasant girl who happened to make a pact with the hill folk for love of kith and kin. You speak of treading through the mountains and hidden vales where beast and bandit roam until you found the camp of one clan. "I found them starving, or near enough. They were fearful but spoke to me, and though I had little coin or food of my own to spare I agreed to help them buy food instead of raiding for their supper..."
"Aye, and then they left the smallfolk be to pick on choosier fare, rich merchants and taxmen with pouches full of silver," Lord Grafton snorts darkly. "I've enough knowledge of people to see you didn't mean any harm by it, but all you are doing is handing out bones to mad dogs. They'll as soon rip out your throat for a bent copper as soon as they look at you."
You sigh, the sentiment more genuine than you would like. It's like arguing with a bloody wall. "Is it so grave a crime to care about their freedom, their way of life, too much to come down out of the mountains?" Rather than letting the lord answer you continue: "Stubborn as goats they may be, but not without cause. I've met many men to wear the brown robes of a begging brother, and aye even septons in their gilded robes. How many would think to take the hand of friendship rather than cut it off?"
"If a wildling's reaching out it means he's got a dagger in his sleeve,"Lord Grafton retorts, though you can see a glimmer of uncertainty in his gaze, buried deep beyond a lifetime's contempt. The dreams had set him looking for answers, and perhaps even here he might look for them.
Thus you decide to take another path, another step along the difficult road that might with a bit of luck bring the lord of Gulltown to where you mean to. "I have seen many a dark and twisted thing out in the mountains, and worse evils by far in the hearts of men. There I despaired, but in my darkest hour I was not alone."
"The Seven answered your prayers?" comes the hushed question, almost as though the words had become some hidden confession. "I have heard of such things but never seen them."
"Alas, that I did not," you answer, looking out upon some distant vista. "Others claimed to have heard them speak, claimed that they demanded all men knelt before them in supplication, offering only the Stranger's mercy to those who refused. It seemed to me as though the day of the Andal conquest had come again with fire and sword."
Like an arrow from a longbow the words strike true, the lingering memory of the dream clear upon his features, at least for you to see. "Yet you say something answered..." he trails off as though dreading the answer you would give.
"By now you must have guessed I lost faith in the Gods Hugor brought over the water, yet the Old Gods answered, and they gave me more than words of comfort in the stillness of my heart. They gifted me with power, not to mar or to destroy but to heal. I would heal your shoulder, my lord." Seeing his torn expression you add, "This I offer freely asking for no recompense, though if you choose not to accept I will not blame you." You shake a head with a weak laugh. "Who better than me to recall what septons say of sorcery..."
"I've borne worse wounds of battle. Wildlings took my daughter and they sold her back to me. She was never the same after that, and then she vanished," the lord of Gulltown replies, his left hand clenching into a fist perhaps without his knowing, and for a moment you fear that you had lost him. Yet when he speaks again it is not the words you might have feared. "If you want to show me that your way is the right way, if you would see me treat with wildlings as something other than brigands in the hills, then this I ask of you and whatever powers you may have: find her alive or dead and let me know her fate."
What do you reply?
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OOC: By now lord Grafton is convinced that you are a messenger of the Old Gods come to buy his loyalty, and so he decided to test what he can get out of the bargain. Not quite the ideal outcome for you guys but certainly a net positive.
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Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Sounds easy enough. Chances are he's kept something of her's lying around. Get a hairbrush, some hair, maybe what, five or six minutes of spell work, boom location.
One teleportation, or if we haven't the ability to do so, one relaxing flight, and we've got her, or her bones, whichever.
I suppose if we want to go above and beyond we could also bring her back from the dead, just to give him a living daughter rather than a corpse, but I'm perfectly fine either way. After all he didn't specifically ask for it.
One teleportation, or if we haven't the ability to do so, one relaxing flight, and we've got her, or her bones, whichever.
I suppose if we want to go above and beyond we could also bring her back from the dead, just to give him a living daughter rather than a corpse, but I'm perfectly fine either way. After all he didn't specifically ask for it.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
I just had a thought of how we might make a sacrifice spear actually useful, old god enhancement boons tend to be limited to when you are near a Weirwood as they are the center of the old gods power, but the spear will be a holy relic of the old gods, so if you ask for enhancement boons for the sacrifices you kill with it, holding the spear should count as being near a Weirwood and so the enhancements should be active, and that's if we can't spend the boons from using the spear, on improving the spear, if we can do that, then we can turn the sacrifice spear into an evolving weapon, that grows when it kills things.
And we can always have the first boon be, that the spear bestow mastery in wielding spears upon it's wielder, that way we don't have to look for a skilled spear user, whoever holds it will have the skill.
And we can always have the first boon be, that the spear bestow mastery in wielding spears upon it's wielder, that way we don't have to look for a skilled spear user, whoever holds it will have the skill.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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- USA
This would be that easy... if it wouldn't be interfering with Brynden's Motherfucking Grand Master Plan!
Algalon
Herald of the Titans
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- Celestial Planetarium
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She's running around doing errands for Bloodraven with that Skald/Scagossi Bard of his. Maybe Edmure is also still around.
There is no fight to be had, they're our allies.
Maybe we can ask her to come visit him for a talk. He asked to only know her fate after all.
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It's more than a little awkward. She's shacked up with Bloodraven's bard, and she had his bastard child.
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That's... quite a leap of logic...
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- Germany
Alright. Two options:
[] Plan Roll With It
-[] Ask him for a good mirror and something that belonged to her. A favourite dress or better yet, a hairbrush. You can try to use your gifts to find her.
-[] Discreetly cast Ancestral Awakening to get Augury and Scry. Cast the Augury to check if scrying on her is a good idea. If not, intentionally botch the scrying by targeting Dany and tell him that your powers are insufficient to pierce this warding, but it's existence means she is alive at least. Tell him you can make some inquiries with associates to learn more.
[] Plan I Have No Idea How Powerful You Think I Am
-[] Play a bit shocked and flustered at his assumption that this would be easy for you.
-[] Ask him why he seems so convinced you could do so and remark that he is a lot more open then you had feared.
-[] Regardless, you can inquire with some people who might be able to find her.
First Kings Landing and now this. We keep accidentally looking like divine messengers.
[] Plan Roll With It
-[] Ask him for a good mirror and something that belonged to her. A favourite dress or better yet, a hairbrush. You can try to use your gifts to find her.
-[] Discreetly cast Ancestral Awakening to get Augury and Scry. Cast the Augury to check if scrying on her is a good idea. If not, intentionally botch the scrying by targeting Dany and tell him that your powers are insufficient to pierce this warding, but it's existence means she is alive at least. Tell him you can make some inquiries with associates to learn more.
[] Plan I Have No Idea How Powerful You Think I Am
-[] Play a bit shocked and flustered at his assumption that this would be easy for you.
-[] Ask him why he seems so convinced you could do so and remark that he is a lot more open then you had feared.
-[] Regardless, you can inquire with some people who might be able to find her.
First Kings Landing and now this. We keep accidentally looking like divine messengers.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Oh goddammit.
Why can't shit ever be simple?
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
I wonder if the old gods would accept conversion of lines like the Grafton, that would be an even graver insult to the Seven, than tearing them down after all, having the Andal noble lines of the Vale turn to the old gods, would be a big blow to the Sevens pride.
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- France
It absolutely is the kind of plan we would do if we cared about his loyalty (and weren't sworn to fuck him over).
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- United States
Eh. The ultimate goal of our plan to have him turn on Corbray and sacrifice him to a Heart Tree should be more than enough to appease the Old Gods. I think they're probably going to be bewildered and genuinely speechless when we actually manage to do it.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Accidentally? We literally walked in here looking like Gandalf aka the guy who was a literal angel that somehow also pulled a Jesus.
And all this was after the forced dream vision we personally crafted to fuck with his head.
I'd actually be insulted if he didn't think we had a direct line with whatever god or gods we claimed to serve.
- Location
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"These 'Black Sabbath' fellows are rather good."
AccidentallyNo dice, Scry is out of AA's range. Gotta to Bloodwish that.