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

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Crake said:
Part of my reason for not demanding an audience or immediate political representation is that I don't trust the people in power out of hand not to pursue their own goals to the active detriment to our own. Only by anchoring them to our success through mutual benefit can we really rely on them for anything very useful.

I was going to vote to pursue rumors and information on our own, from a variety of sources, since lots of people will want to do business with us.
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That was part of the reason I wanted to go to the market first. I was hoping for infogathering before anyone knew we were here.
 
Duesal said:
That was part of the reason I wanted to go to the market first. I was hoping for infogathering before anyone knew we were here.
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Yes, but being polite will likely make them view us favorably, and the rumors will likely be tinged instead with an air of a congenial dragon instead of a totally unknown factor, who the too-timid might not approach.

Because they will want to get on our good side as well if they sniff wealth to be made.
 
Crake said:
Part of my reason for not demanding an audience or immediate political representation is that I don't trust the people in power out of hand not to pursue their own goals to the active detriment to our own. Only by anchoring them to our success through mutual benefit can we really rely on them for anything very useful.

I was going to vote to pursue rumors and information on our own, from a variety of sources, since lots of people will want to do business with us.
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I dont want to meet them though? Just get the names from the handy representative here. I figure most of them arent even this City. The Plane has multiple City States afterall. That means this is just one out of many. I want the names of the ones with a bone to pick against Deep Ones for future diplomacy and Deep One junk for the sacrifice pile.
 
Abhishek M said:
I dont want to meet them though? Just get the names from the handy representative here. I figure most of them arent even this City. The Plane has multiple City States afterall. That means this is just one out of many. I want the names of the ones with a bone to pick against Deep Ones for future diplomacy and Deep One junk for the sacrifice pile.
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Vialisk is an independent city-state, not beholden or strongly linked to the other powers on the Plane of Water.

The people in power are going to be local powers, not absentee politicians. Making friends and contacts here will only make it easier to to establish relations with others on the Plane.
 
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Interlude DCX: A Dragon at Play
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    • A Dragon at Play ​

    Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Ysandrix was bored, an intolerable state of affairs to be sure and one she would usually remedy by seeking out Daenerys to talk to of all the strange happenings of this world that the dreams did not yet envelop. Alas, the young Dragon of many colored scales was busy, busy trying to twist the Dragon Queen's power against itself and much as the young Dragon had sought to avoid dreams of Her she knew such a forging was not a thing to be undertaken lightly, nor one from which distractions were safe. The young Dragon's gaze wandered to the sky. Blue as my scales' shine, not a cloud in the sky, she thought with disgust.

    Flying without a companion to speak to or the rush of a thunderstorm flickering around her would be just as boring as sitting here perched atop the Archer Golem's shoulder. The wide-eyed stares of initiates not quite sure if she was allowed to do that or who they might report a potential draconic misdeed to had long since ceased to amuse her.

    It was thus with no small amount of reluctance that the Blue Dragon Wyrmling, Ysandrix, set off in search of other company as Daenerys suggested.

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    Clink... Clink... The sound had an almost musical rhythm, but there was something more than a bit demeaning about tapping one's head against a window like a Messenger Raven. One more time and I'm off. There has to be something interesting to see at the market, maybe I'll even buy something, the Wyrmling told herself, resolutely ignoring the fact that after yesterday's rather fruitful trip she only had six Silver Realms to spend from her winnings in the Circle of Battle.

    "Oh... uh... It's you," a slightly confused but nonetheless familiar voice accompanied the opening of the window. Ysilla Royce looked at the Dragon like she had never seen her before, though it was likely just at seeing her alone and not in Daenerys' company. "What do you want?"

    "Bored," Ysandrix hissed, looking around the room in the hopes that something within might alleviate the situation even if the girl could not. There were a great many shelves about heavy with books of all sorts, from poetry to history and trade to siegecraft. Books were alright. Though the pages might be dusty and faded as if with the echo of the mortality that so swiftly caught up to any scholar, they still held knowledge worth knowing.

    "Well... I was thinking maybe we can see the new art auctioning Lady Selyse is hosting while she waits for the babies to pop out. Poor woman's a few seeds short of a full watermelon as my old nan used to say, " Ysilla replied at last.

    "Well of course she is uncomfortable, you lot do not have the sense to lay eggs," the sky-blue scaled Dragon scoffed.

    "I'll be sure to remember that bit of advice," the girl said dryly. After a moment she added: "Azema will be there, it'll be fun. I was thinking about asking her to make up a few Inquisition exercises, she's always up for something more interesting than memory exercises or tailing."

    "Azema... she's the Demon, right?" the young Dragon asked, intrigued in spite of herself. She had not spoken with a Tanar'ri at length before, though the Baatezu had certainly proven interesting. "Alright, I will come," she proclaimed, stretching regally.

    "Where are you going?" a faintly cawing voice called out from somewhere deeper in the house, likely the storm knight's raven familiar.

    "Oh, we are just going to see some paintings," Ysilla replied airily.

    This had potential, Ysandrix thought. And so did the girl, she finally admitted to herself.

    OOC: Ysilla is making all sorts of interesting friends.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    A Dragon at Play ​

    Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Ysandryx was bored, an intolerable state of affairs, to be sure, and one she would usually remedy by seeking out Daenerys to talk of all the strange happenings of this world that the dreams did not yet envelop. Alas, the young dragon of many colored scales was busy; busy trying to twist the Dragon Queen's power against itself, and much as the young dragon had sought to avoid dreams of Her, she knew such a forging was not a thing to be undertaken lightly, nor one from which distractions were safe. The young dragon's gaze wandered to the sky. Blue as my scales' shine and not a cloud in the sky, she thought with disgust.

    Flying without a companion to speak to or the rush of a thunderstorm flickering around her would be just as boring as sitting here perched atop the archer golem's shoulder. The wide-eyed stares of initiates not quite sure if she was allowed to do that, or to whom they might report a potential draconic misdeed, had long since ceased to amuse.

    It was thus, with no small amount of reluctance, that the blue dragon Ysandryx set off in search of other company, as Daenerys suggested.

    ***​

    Clink... Clink... The sound had an almost musical rhythm, but there was something more than a bit demeaning about tapping one's head against a window like a messenger raven. One more time and I'm off. There has to be something interesting to see at the market, maybe I'll even buy something, the wyrmling told herself, resolutely ignoring the fact that after yesterday's rather fruitful trip she only had six Silver Realms to spend from her winnings in the Circle of Battle.

    "Oh... uh... It's you," a slightly confused but nonetheless familiar voice accompanied the opening of the window. Ysilla Royce looked at the dragon like she had never seen her before, though it was likely just seeing her alone and not in Daenerys' company. "What do you want?"

    "Bored," Ysandryx hissed, looking around the room in the hopes that something within might alleviate the situation, even if the girl herself could not. There were a great many shelves about, heavy with books of all sorts, from poetry to history and from trade to siegecraft. Books were alright. Though the pages might be dusty and faded, as if with the echo of the mortality that so swiftly caught up to any scholar, they still held knowledge worth knowing.

    "Well, I was thinking maybe we can see the new art auction Lady Selyse is hosting while she waits for the babies to pop out. Poor woman's a few seeds short of a full watermelon as my old nan used to say, " Ysilla replied at last.

    "Well, of course she is uncomfortable. That's what when you lot do not have the sense to lay eggs," the sky-blue-scaled dragon scoffed.

    "I'll be sure to remember that bit of advice," the girl said dryly. After a moment she added, "Azema will be there, too. It'll be fun. I was thinking about asking her to make up a few inquisition exercises, since she's always up for something more interesting than memory exercises or tailing."

    "Azema... she's the demon right?" the young dragon asked, intrigued in spite of herself. She had not spoken with a tanar'ri at length before, though the baatezu had certainly proven interesting. "Alright, I will come," she proclaimed, stretching regally.

    "Where are you going?" a faintly cawing voice called out from somewhere deeper in the house, likely the storm knight's raven familiar.

    "Oh, we are just going to see some paintings," Ysilla replied airily.

    This has potential, Ysandryx thought. And so does the girl, she finally admitted to herself.

    OOC: Ysilla is making all sorts of interesting friends.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    Oh to have flumph.

    Though I imagine the vague interstellar doom they warn of they would feel very compelled to tell Viserys about.
     
    Goldfish said:
    Vialisk is an independent city-state, not beholden or strongly linked to the other powers on the Plane of Water.

    The people in power are going to be local powers, not absentee politicians. Making friends and contacts here will only make it easier to to establish relations with others on the Plane.
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    Right so they should know which domains fought right? Which is more than we do at the moment.
     
    Abhishek M said:
    Right so they should know which domains fought right? Which is more than we do at the moment.
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    Yep.

    As the economic power on the Plane, they would have also been closely involved with the war, at the very least supplying critical materials. They would have also been a prime target for Deep One attacks. I can't imagine a better place to make useful contacts on the Plane of Water than Vialisk.
     
    "Ysilla and Friends" is a MirrorVision children's program just begging to be made.
     
    [X] Crake

    Ahaha Ysilla's role as designated Human Friend is great. Also Maaann my DM just had my level 7 party fight a bunch of Hounds of Tindalos but says the bodies are too alien to be worth anything but to freak people out with. And no grafts allowed (Idk if Pathfinder has such shenanigans and he's wary about importing broken stuff from 3.5)
     
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