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

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@DragonParadox, is there room to add Renly's character sheet from here to the Fey section of the front page?

Need more votes, y'all.
 
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So....
Have we assigned Lya's 2nd body on anything yet, now that it is ready?
 
Could we grow a Heart Tree on a small island on a shallow lake. Put three plant growths on it and grow just Merfolks Comb in the pool? Basically farm the stuff to make cheap doses of it in a Alchemical Factory?
 
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Interlude DCXIII: Silence in the Screaming Caves
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    • Silence in the Screaming Caves ​

    Fifteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Mance had been ready for the girl's spell, as ready as one could be for being drawn through the grey emptiness between here and there, the bronze barrow blade in his hand ready to smash those old bones and end whatever wickedness roosted in them. Alas that he was not quick enough, no one could have been. As soon as the monster saw them all there in the tunnels he spoke a word that twisted through the air and slicked upon the stone. Shadows rushed to him and he was gone. Would that he had taken the rest of the nightmare with him.

    "Jarl, Yrma..." He looked from the boy to the woman besides him, the Weeper's wife and his boy, he'd want blood for this. Fuck, Mance wanted blood for this. The former ranger had seen men frozen to death many a time, on the Wall and beyond it, but the look of fear and pain peering out from their frost covered faces marked harder deaths than that.

    "Where'd the damned thing go?" he growled, looking back up to meet the knight's eyes.

    "The spell was too quick, I didn't..." he began angrily, though obviously with himself, not with Mance.

    "A lesser translocation, it went hundreds of yards, not hundreds of miles," the snake-man said, twin heads speaking eerily as one. "It's still in the caves."

    The red-robed maegi meanwhile was fiddling with something in his robes, a thing of glass, gold, and diamond, like something you would find in a maester's study if the maester wanted to be robbed blind. "Our foe is warded against the Wayfinder's magic."

    "But not mine," the bright-eyed sorceress who'd come from the south said as she motioned through the air, fingers trailing ghostly fire in patterns that teased the eye and the mind with meaning until finally bringing them close and whispering something onto them. Whatever she heard or saw was not to her liking for she cursed under her breath, Mance knew enough of the eastern tongue to guess as much. "Nothing more than 'the Screaming Caves'."

    Just, Mance scoffed inwardly. Now here were folks too used to magic solving every problem. "We split up and look for it," he said firmly, not a command of course, but not soft enough to be called a request either.

    "Perilous," one snake head hissed. "Patience would serve us well," the other added.

    "More of the wild... er, Free Folk could die!" the boy knight said sounding horrified, for all the near-slip of the tongue. A better sort than Denys Mallister that was for certain.

    "Vee, Amrelath, and I can all cast a simple location spell with more strength behind it than the Wayfinder," the sorceress said after a moment. "That's three groups, if all set out in different directions we'll have the greatest chance to finding Dhroka before he can kill again."

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    Mance wasn't sure how he'd ended up with the red-robed one and the knight, even if Yara or the sorceress come to that would have probably made a better better view from the back. The thought put an extra spring in his step and a small smile on his lips. It was all very well for the likes of the Halfhand to fight for goals and noble ambitions. Mance would rather fight for the hope that he'd find his way into the furs with a lithesome lass tonight, Yara that was, not the sorceress. He'd caught something about her being the Dragon King's lover, and Mance had enough enemies without making more of those who rode dragons or were one.

    "I sense him, come, we must make haste." The words cut through Mance's thoughts like a hot knife and after running and scrambling through tunnel after tunnel, deeper and deeper into the stone beneath the cliffs it was like that knife had been jammed into his lungs.

    As they drew close the red-robbed wizard lay a glamour on them to hide them from their foe's sight, muttering something about the tunnels being too small that made no sense to Mance. After all, he was taller than either of the southerners.

    So it was that they rounded a corner into a cave with sharp rocks hanging from above and growing from below like the fangs of some forgotten beast and there Dhroka was again, but this time he couldn't see them. Lightning crackled in the still air as the knight called some magic to his sword and charged the last handful of feet to the monster.

    Just as the glamour failed and the bronze sword came down the shadows of the cave slithered like snakes around them and rose up to meet the blow, the lightning passed through them and into the stone.

    Even as Mance charged, sword arcing to strike at the thing's back before it could turn, the stone rumbled and shifted behind them. A chill ran down his spine, fearing that the cave was about to come down on them, when out of the corner of his eyes he saw a huge red beast... a Dragon crammed painfully behind him, stones breaking as he moved. Had he been a lesser man, a lesser warrior, it would have stopped his swing or made him miss his mark, but he'd fought wights, skin-changers and mad fire priests too. The barrow blade arced true to slam into the dead man's spine. That much at least was like onto a living man. Mance smiled as he felt bone cracking under his blow.

    The air tore and rippled like unseen knives passing through it as the ragged cloak tore even more, but the thing still turned its three hollow eyes, looking right at Mance: "Die screaming," the hollow voice said, and it was as though every bone in his body turned to fire and his blood started to boil. Looking past him it added, "Fools, They are coming, and you would make war upon me for the sake of those who will be naught but fodder for Their armies?"

    Through eyes filled with tears of pain Mance watched the boy knight answer the monster by cutting off his left hand, sword alight with white flame. Good for him. One more swing, one more blow... this one to the ribs dealt the King-Beyond-the-Wall before again the Dragon's wide claws tore at the thing like a storm tears at an old tree.

    Again the dead thing looked at Mance, this time with hate, and its clawed hands tore at the air to deal some dreadful curse. Then something truly strange happened, stranger perhaps than even seeing a man turn into a Dragon, the red in his cloak burned like embers against the night sky and a great wind gathered through the cavern to pick up the monster and shatter it against the stone, until it lay broken at their feet, still at last.

    OOC: Well here we are, it would probably have been more fitting to have Yara here to see Drokha die, but I just could not justify the Companions assigning two unknown people whose defenses they knew nothing about to one search party. Also Amrelath just broke a wing to help with this fight, which he would not have even been in if it had not been for concern over random people he does not give a damn about. He is going to be in a rather foul mood for the next few days.
     
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    • I wonder if the Others coming is going ot be one of the final pushes of the Void to definitely sin the Multiverse into a spiral downwards from which it can't come back.

    Otherwise, I don't see many reasons for the Void to even bother doing anything.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    "Jarl, Yrma..." He looked from the boy to the woman besides him, the Weeper's wife and his boy, he4'd want blood for this, fuck Mance wanted blod for this. The former ranger had seen men frozen to death many a time, on the Wall and beyond it, but the look of fear and pain peering out for frost covered faces marked harder deaths than that.

    "Where's the damned thing go?" he asked looking back up to meet the knight's eye.
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    There's an extra "4" in there, and "blod" instead of "blood". A little lateryou said "for" insted of "from" (right?) and "Where's" instead of "Where'd"

    DragonParadox said:
    It was all very well for the likes of the Halfhand to fight for fight goals and noble ambitions.
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    "fight" is repeated twice. I think you meant something else the second time?

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    there he was a gain
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    Extra space between the "a" and the "gain"

    DragonParadox said:
    Though eyes filled with tears of pain Mance watched the boy knight answer the monster by cutting off his left hand,s word alight with white flame.
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    Misplaced comma, "word" instead of "world".

    egoo said:
    Erm.
    What was that, again?
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    We don't know, that's the point :D
     
    egoo said:
    Erm.
    What was that, again?
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    That was some kind of magic coming form the cloak. As you guys were seeing it from Mance's PoV there is no way to tell what kind since he has no idea.

    Elorie said:
    Why a foul mood? Lyra has a heal spell, which should take care of that instantly.
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    Because he broke a wing and not only are those important it hurt, all for a bunch of mortals he will neither know nor care about.
     
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    Well, some treasure for his hoard is likely to salve all hurts. The perfect balm for irritation is the clink of coins, I'd say. :V
     
    DragonParadox said:
    That was some kind of magic coming form the cloak. As you guys were seeing it from Mance's PoV there is no way to tell what kind since he has no idea.
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    ...am I paranoid to assume that was enemy action then, @everyone?
    To ensure we don't get a captive to question?
    :/

    Those Uniilas were bad enough, but this is genuinely concerning.
     
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    Also Amrelath just broke a wing to help with this fight, which he would not have even been in if it had not been for concern over random people he does not give a damn about. He is going to be in a rather foul mood for the next few days.
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    "Stupid stupid stupid! Now see what this compassion did to you! Why would I do such a thing???"
     
    @DragonParadox, regarding the whole Linguistics problem, Viserys has been steadily learning a whole bunch of languages as he conquers and comes in contact with more and more places (for example two months ago IC it was voted he learn Yi Tish in preparation for coming in contact with them). Earlier you had Waymar get some bonus skillpoints for Sense Motive and Bluff thanks to Tyene training him. Would you be willing to give Viserys one bonus skillpoint for Linguistics by virtue of almost a dozen languages and actively studying more?
     
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    Silence in the Screaming Caves ​

    Fifteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Mance had been ready for the girl's spell. As ready as one could be for being drawn through the grey emptiness between here and there, at least. The bronze barrow blade was in his hand, ready to smash those old bones and end whatever wickedness roosted in them. Alas that he was not quick enough, no one could have been. As soon as the monster saw them all there in the tunnels, he spoke a word that twisted though the air and slicked upon the stone. Shadows rushed to him and he was gone. Would that he had taken the rest of the nightmare with him.

    "Jarl, Yrma..." He looked from the boy to the woman besides him, the Weeper's wife and his boy. He'd want blood for this. Fuck, Mance wanted blood for this! The former ranger had seen men frozen to death many a time, both on the Wall and beyond it, but the look of fear and pain peering out from the frost covered faces marked harder deaths than that.

    "Where'd the damned thing go?" he asked, looking back up to meet the knight's eye.

    "The spell was too quick, I didn't...." he began angrily, though obviously with himself not with Mance.

    "A lesser translocation. It went hundreds of yards, not hundreds of miles," the snake said, heads speaking eerily as one. "It's still in the caves."

    The red-robed maegi meanwhile was fiddling with something in his robes, a thing of glass, gold, and diamond dice, like something you would find in a maester's study, if the maester wanted to be robbed blind. "Our foe is warded against the Wayfinder's magic."

    "But not mine," the bright-eyed sorceress who'd come from the south said as she motioned through the air, fingers trailing ghostly fire in patterns that teased the eye and the mind with meaning, until finally bringing them close and whispering something onto them. Whatever she heard or saw was not to her liking, for she cursed under her breath. Mance knew enough of the eastern tongue to guess as much. "Nothing more than 'the Screaming Caves'."

    Just, Mance scoffed inwardly. Now here were folks too used to magic solving every problem. "We split up and look for it," he said firmly, not a command of course, but not soft enough to be called a request either.

    "Perilous," one snake head hissed. "Patience would serve us well," the other added.

    "More of the wild... er Free Folk could die!" the boy knight said, sounding horrified, for the near-slip of the tongue. A better sort than Denys Malister, that was for certain.

    "Vee, Amrelath, and me can all can find a simple location spell with more strength behind it than the Wayfinder," the sorceress said after a moment. "That's three groups. If we all set out in different directions, we'll have the greatest chance of finding Dhroka before he can kill again."

    ***​

    Mance wasn't sure how he'd ended up with the red-robed one and the knight, even if Yara or the sorceress, come to that, would have probably made a better better view from the back. The thought put an extra spring in his step and a small smile on his lips. It was all very well for the likes of the Halfhand to fight for goals and noble ambitions. Mance would rather fight for the hope that he'd find his way into the furs with a lithesome lass tonight, Yara that was, not the witch. He'd caught something about her being the dragon king's lover, and Mance had enough enemies without making more of those who rode dragons or were one.

    "I sense him. Come, we must make haste," the words cut though Mance's thoughts like a hot knife through butter, and after running and scrambling through tunnel after tunnel, deeper and deeper into the stone beneath the cliffs, it was like that knife had been jammed into his lungs.

    As they drew close the wizard lay a glamor on them to hide them from the foe's sight, muttering something about the tunnels being too small that made no sense to Mance. He was taller than either of the southerners, after all.

    So it was that they rounded a corner into a cave with sharp rocks hanging from above and growing from below, like the fangs of some forgotten beast, and there he was again. This time, however, he couldn't see them. Lightning crackled in the still air as the knight called some magic to his sword, then charged the last handful of feet to the monster.

    Just as the glamor failed and the bronze sword came down, the shadows of the cave slithered like snakes around them and rose up to meet the blow, and the lightning passed through them and into the stone.

    Even as Mance charged sword arcing to strike at the thing's back before it could turn, the stone rumbled and shifted behind them. A chill ran down his spine, fearing that the cave was about to come down on them, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge red beast... a dragon crammed painftight tight behind him, stones breaking as he moved. Had he been a lesser man, a lesser warrior, it would have stopped his swing or made him miss his mark, but he'd fought wights, skin-changers, and mad fire priests. The barrow blade arced true to slam into the dead man's spine. That much at least was like onto a living man. Mance smiled as he felt bone cracking under his blow.

    The air tore and rippled like unseen knives passed though it as the ragged cloak tore even more, but the thing still turned its three hollow eyes looking right at Mance: "Die screaming," the hollow voice said, and it was as though every bone in his body turned to fire and his blood started to boil. Looking past him, it added, "Fools, they are coming, yet you would make war upon me for the sake of those who will be naught but fodder for Their armies?"

    Through eyes filled with tears of pain, Mance watched the boy knight answer the monster by cutting off his left hand, sword alight with white flame. Good for him. One more swing, one more blow... this one to the ribs, dealt the king beyond the wall, before again the dragon's wind claws tore at the thing like a storm tears at an old tree.

    Again the dead thing looked at Mance, this time with hate, and its clawed hands tore at the air to deal some dreadful curse, but then something truly strange happened, stranger perhaps than even seeing a man turn into a dragon. The red in his cloak burned like embers against the night sky, and a great wind gathered through the cavern to pick up the monster and shatter it against the stone, until it lay broken at their feet, still at last.

    OOC: Well here we are, it would probably have been more fitting to have Yara here to see Drokha die, but I just could not justify the Companions assigning two unknown people whose defenses they knew nothing about to one search party. Also Amrelath just broke a wing to help with this fight, which he would not have even been in if it had not been for concern over random people he does not give a damn about. He is going to be in a rather foul mood for the next few days. Not yet edited
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    Well I can see that being a diplomatic problem for Mance, are the mother and son void dead or could Vee potentially bring them back?
     
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