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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover

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What happened in today's episode is very meh, compared to pinging the senses of mages across Planetos with growing a tree as large as Teldrassil. Very cathartic and badass, true. But still very meh.

Speaking of Planetosi mages... where is Quaithe and why hasn't she contacted us yet? Scared?
 
Takesis said:
What happened in today's episode is very meh, compared to pinging the senses of mages across Planetos with growing a tree as large as Teldrassil. Very cathartic and badass, true. But still very meh.

Speaking of Planetosi mages... where is Quaithe and why hasn't she contacted us yet? Scared?
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What's her relevance in canon? Is she even active on the current time period?
 
Takesis said:
What happened in today's episode is very meh, compared to pinging the senses of mages across Planetos with growing a tree as large as Teldrassil. Very cathartic and badass, true. But still very meh.

Speaking of Planetosi mages... where is Quaithe and why hasn't she contacted us yet? Scared?
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Well, Quaith's reaction to meeting Harry Dresden roided out on that Winter Knight juice was to pee herself a little bit, so I doubt she's planning on getting within continental range of Viserys Targaryen.


ryuan said:
What's her relevance in canon? Is she even active on the current time period?
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Her relevance is about on par with Jorah Mormont, a character we've known for five books and eight seasons.

Telling Dany to go somewhere or do something, and getting ignored harder than an elephant at a tea party.

She just had the courtesy to not be a recurrent character. Or to creep on a teenage girl... well, not romantically anyway.
 
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Interlude CDLIII: Dragon's Laws and Raven's Shadows
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    • Dragon's Laws and Raven's Shadows ​

    Ninth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC

    Daeron Deft Fingers, newly-made investigator of the Inquisition, looked over the blood-stained meeting room of what had recently been the safe-house of the Black Teeth with a mixture of satisfaction for a job well-done and regret that it had come to this. You should have taken the deal, Hern, he silently admonished the corpse of the scarred one-eyed man still clutching a double-headed axe with the gruesome strength of death. They had been almost friends once... allies certainly, but Hern had been unable to let go of his resentment of Daeron for 'turning watchman'.

    If that had been all he would have been left for the Lawmen to handle, but the hints that he had started dealing in high price Ghiscari goods, particularly magic, could not be left unchecked, so he had gotten one last chance to choose the interests of the city and the realm over its enemies, and when he had refused that he had gotten hardened steel blades in the gut. Most of the gang would probably scatter after this, their contacts lost to the growing underbelly of the city that still thrived in the shadow cast by the Archon's peace, now the Dragon's peace he supposed, but it came down to the same thing. Neither angels nor sorcerer-lords could really keep folk from trying to get ahead in life by back-ways and trickery. The best anyone could really hope for was to set watchers on those paths to make sure nothing worse slipped in.

    The good thing about Mantarys was that most people remembered what worse really looked like, they remembered the times when Demons flew beneath ill-omened clouds, masters of all they surveyed, tearing apart flesh and souls as they pleased, and the Inquisition's recruitment took ruthlessness advantage of that fact. The bookkeepers and organizers sent from Sorcerer's Deep, Myr, and Lys could barely keep up with the flood of new agents offering to join, many of them with informal pledges for informants in hand.

    Establish Inquisition Base in Mantarys Progress 53/52 (Complete)

    Truth be told Daeron felt a bit redundant in the vast mechanism that was taking shape around him. Maybe it was just failing to turn so many of his old crew around, maybe it was just the annoyance of having to write out so many damn reports that was getting to him.

    ***​

    Fifteenth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC

    When the demon-kin showed up at Daeron's door with a sealed letter supposedly with the Dragon King's own writ, an 'uncommon opportunity' for those wishing to work outside the direct strictures of the Inquisition, he had met it first with the hefty skepticism it deserved, but a few messages by brazier had assured him that whatever else this 'Azema' was indeed a trusted Inquisitor and it wasn't like he had not worked with those with fiend blood before, if never one with quite so much of it.

    He broke the seal on the message expecting some kind of hidden watch group maybe, something to watch the rest of the Inquisition to make sure the power didn't go to their heads. What he found was a lot stranger.

    Sleep under the Weirwood Heart Tree, heed the Raven's words...

    ***​

    Twenty First Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC

    Being a spy for the Old Gods of the West-Men was a lot different than he would have imagined it, if he could ever have imagined such a things before the Three-Eyed Raven had made his offer. There was no asking folks about what they believed in or which powers they worshiped and a lot more going around the countryside poking his head in thickets, sometimes looking for villages off the beaten path with an uncommon number of folk showing signs of sorcery whom he would usually just send along to get trained in the new Scholarum once it was done, but just as often playing emissary to the local Fey-powers to get the lay of the land and assurances that they would at least not work with powers moving out of the wastes, if not yet outright alliances.

    Establish Scholarum in Mantarys Progress: 10+6 = 16/20

    Sometimes, however, his jobs got truly bizarre, like making sure some local shepherd would move off to a different village, or pouring Night Tea into the drinks of particular women at exact times. When Daeron would ask the Raven about those he would just call it: 'Stamping out the sparks so no one would have to come along to put it out with a bucket of blood later.'

    Thank all the fates he's on our side,     Daeron thought as he woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

    OOC: Bloodraven does not often use his foresight to get rid of distant threats like this since there are so many other powers muddying the waters and making long term foresight unreliable, but since he is still new out east he is making the most of his window of opportunity.
     
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    Dragon's Laws and Raven's Shadows ​

    Ninth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC

    Daeon Deft Fingers, newly-made investigator of the inquisition looked over the blood stained meeting room of what had recently been the safe-house of the Black Teeth with a mixture of satisfaction for a job well-done and regret that it had come to this. You should have taken the deal Hern, he silently admonished the corpse of the scarred one-eyed man still clutching a double-headed axe with the gruesome strength of death. They had been almost friends once...allies certainly, but Hern had been unable to let go of his resentment of Daeron for 'turning watchman'.

    If that had been all he would have been left for the lawmen to handle, but the hints that he had started dealing in highprice Ghiscari goods, particularly magic could not be left unchecked, so he had gotten one last chance to choose the interests of the city and the realm over its enemies and when he had refused that, he had gotten hardened steel blades in the gut. Most of the gang would probably scatter after this, their contacts lost to the growing underbelly of the city that still thrived in the shadow cast by the Archon's Peace, now the Dragon's Beace he supposed, but it came down to the same thing. Neither angels, nor sorcerer-lords could really keep folk from trying to get ahead in life by back-ways and trickery. The best anyone could really hope for was to set watchers on those paths for make sure nothing worse slipped in

    The good thing about Mantarys was that most people remembered what worse really looked like, they remembered the times when demons flew beneath ill-omened clouds, masters of all they surveyed, tearing flesh and souls as they pleased and the inquisition's recruitment took ruthlessness advantage of that fact. The bookkeepers and organizers sent from Sorcerer's Deep from Myr and from Lys could barely keep up with the flood of new agents offering to join, many of them with informal pledges for informants in hand.

    Establish Inquisition Base in Mantarys Progress 53/52 (Complete)

    Truth to told Daeon felt a bit redundant in the vast mechanism that was taking shape around him, maybe it was just failing to turn to many of his old crew around, maybe it was just the annoyance of having to write out so many damn reports that was getting to him.

    ***​

    Fifteenth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC

    When the demon-kin showed up at Daeron's door with a sealed letter supposedly with the dragon king's own writ a 'uncommon opportunity' for those wishing to work outside the direct strictures of the inquisition he had met it first with the hefty skepticism it deserved but a few messages by brazier had assured him that whatever else this 'Azema' was he was indeed a trusted inquisitor and it wasn't like he had not worked with those with fiend blood before, if never one with quite so much of it.

    He broke the seal on the message expecting some kind of hidden watch group maybe, something to watch the rest of the inquisition to make sure the power didn't go to their heads. What he found was a lot stranger.

    Sleep under the Weirwood Tree, heed the raven's words...

    ***​

    Twenty First Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC

    Being a spy for the Old Gods was of the West-Men was a lot different than he would have imagined it, if he could even have imagined such a things before the Three-Eyed Raven had made his offer. There was no asking folks about what they believed in or which powers they worshiped and a lot more going around thew countryside poking his head in thickets, sometimes looking for villages off the beaten rack with an uncommon numbers of folk showing signs of sorcery whom he would usually just send along to get trained in the new Scholarum once it was done, but just as often playing emissary to the local fey-powers to get the lay of the land and assurances that they would at least not work with powers moving out of the wastes, if not yet outright alliances.

    Establish Scholarum in Mantarys Progress: 10+6 = 16/20

    Sometimes however his jobs got truly bizarre, like making sure some local shepherd would move off to a different village or pouring Night Tea into the drinks of particular women at exact time. When Daeron would ask the Raven about those he would just call it: 'Stamping out the sparks so no one would have to come along to put the fire out with a bucket of blood later.'

    Thank all the fates he's on our side,     Daeron thought as he woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

    OOC: Bloodraven does not often does not often use his foresight to get rid of distant threats like this since there are so many other powers muddying the waters and making long term foresight unreliable, but since he is still new out east he is making the most of his window of opportunity.
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    We've had good luck drawing on folks who were once criminals. Daeron seems competent and Bloodraven appears to trust his ability to get shit done.

    BTW, @DragonParadox, with the Night Tea, did Daeron just prevent future Planetos!Hitler from being born?
     
    Goldfish said:
    We've had good luck drawing on folks who were once criminals. Daeron seems competent and Bloodraven appears to trust his ability to get shit done.

    BTW, @DragonParadox, with the Night Tea, did Daeron just prevent future Planetos!Hitler from being born?
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    1. You actually got him at once removed from Yrael's service. You guys saw him once before in an interlude when he delivered a book to SD.
    2. Nothing quite so grand, mostly sweeping up long term plans for Abraxas and Ymeri while he can still see them clearly.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    1. You actually got him at once removed from Yrael's service. You guys saw him once before in an interlude when he delivered a book to SD.
    2. Nothing quite so grand, mostly sweeping up long term plans for Abraxas and Ymeri while he can still see them clearly.
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    Oh yeah, I remember him now. That interlude was great. :)
     
    [X] Plan Putting On The Dywen Hat
    -[X] "Ah, fortuitous is sadly not what I would call them. I have traveled most of the realm in recent years, from the Iron Isles to the Crownlands and from the North to the Reach, Dorne and the Stormlands the only places I've yet to set foot. There were many hardships to be endured, many dark moments I bore witness too and far too little hope and brightness in between. But is it not said that it's hardships are the Smiths hammer to forge a mans character?"
    -[X] "Then again, for each and every monster and demon whose vile acts I came across, far too often it was not their dark touch that brought the greatest ruin to the people. It was fear, pure and simple. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the different. Fear that sprung from honest hearts in their confusion, but also fear that was poured like poison by those hungering for power over the hopeless."
    -[X] "I have no grand goal when I wish to speak at the conclave, no agenda to argue for and no sermons to preach. All I want is to fight that fear. To have the people remember that it es not the power of a septons frock to make it's bearer a saint, and neither that all that is not like ourselves is the work of fiends and damnation."
    -[X] "If I had to name one thing that I learned in my travels then it is this. By the blade and in the poisoned heart, no virtue can grow, and in these strange days, the judgement will be terrible if we forget these lessons."
     
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