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

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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Oct 27, 2019 at 5:39 AM, finished with 63 posts and 12 votes.
  • [X] Speak with a Priest and mutually share history, mostly in regards as it pertains to the Faith in Braavos and elsewhere and that of the Endless Waters, as some background of the whole of the Garden might be necessary to help them see things as the people living there view them, not just what ancient tomes speak.
    -[X] Carefully broach the idea of reuniting the two Faiths, not just to exchange lore but perhaps intermix acolytes to better deepen that bond. You have a Grand Temple of their Goddess in your own capital, and should the trade links between it and Vialesk deepen it would be a simple thing on that day if not before to walk the paths back and forth for even the least of Clerics.
    -[X] Present a gift to the Temple in the form of a generous donation (20,000 IM in local currency exchanged from bullion with the bursary). Given the proclivity toward charity of the local sects on our Plane, gifting them opulent objects would likely just frustrate them as they carefully avoid giving insult rather than earn their favor, so they are free of course to direct it in whatever ways they wish.
    [X] Try to facilitate reuniting the long sundered branches of the faith
    -[X] Speak with a Priest and mutually share history, mostly in regards as it pertains to the Faith in Braavos and elsewhere and that of the Endless Waters, as some background of the whole of the Garden might be necessary to help them see things as the people living there view them, not just what ancient tomes speak.
    -[X] Offer to arrange a meeting with a priest from Braavos, perhaps in the Temple in Sorcerer's Deep.
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Part MMMCXXXIX: Mirrored Truths
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    • Mirrored Truths ​

    Fourteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Were it not for the crescent tiara upon his brow you would not know the high priest of the goddess from any other of the white robed figures mingling with the guests, yet looking more closely at the smooth face framed by snow-white hair, not old nor young but ageless you suspect, there might be more to his position than the usual machinations of gaining and keeping power. The fact that you cannot see a single thread of magic clinging to him only confirms the notion. "Well met, Holy One, we have come far yet see one who is known to us..." you begin your account.

    At no point does the high priest, Uldros by name, seem inclined to take the conversation to a less public place. He listens to your account of the Garden and how it had been sundered, of the moon set among the firmament that has long guided sailors through the trackless waters and when Lya begins to speak of the Goddess of the Silver Moon to whom praise is given in song and silent contemplation both he nods thoughtfully.

    "And so you have come to believe that She who watched over your childhood is Our Lady?" he asks, not doubtfully, but obviously weighing each word with utmost care.

    "I could not say for certain for my home was poor in magic then and rare were the times when the gods could act upon it," Lya replies. "Yet many of the symbols..." she traces a crescent that might be the waning moon or just as easily a ripple in deep water, "and the tenets are akin."

    "Many things can be akin without being mirrored," Uldros answers, then his expression unexpectedly shifts into a smile. "Yet even if it is not Our Lady whom you know there is virtue to be found in the teachings you spoke of and much use in knowing them more deeply. Bright Hearts see allies in those like themselves even as darkness seethes in jealousy at imitation. I would send envoys to this Braavos aboard your ship if you would allow it."

    "Of course," you nod, unsurprising that he had known about the Moonchaser. She is unusual enough in both form and banner to have drawn any inquisitive eye, and cautious as he may be it is clear the high priest does not lack for curiosity. "I would also make a donation to your cause, Holy One. All worlds could do with more guides in the dark places," you add as your cloak shifts slightly around you to reveal a plain chest filled with pearlsteel crowns.

    Lost 20,000 IM

    "Generosity from those who find good fortune is always welcome," the priest replies, leading you to suspect that he might know something of the trades Relath made also.

    "What are your thoughts in regard to the Moonsingers if you and they should indeed call upon the same power?" your mother asks as acolytes move to take away the chest. She hides her worry well, but you suspect she is concerned about religious upheaval in Braavos, as strange spirits come and claim to speak for the goddess who of all the powers welcome in the Secret City is closest to its heart.

    "Light fills many currents," the priest is quick to reply. "Should they feel content apart from us then so it shall be and each will learn about another face of the Lady from the other."

    As pleasant a message as one could hope for in the meeting of two creeds long sundered. From what you know of the Moonsingers it shall more likely than not be reciprocated, but there is one other matter you would speak of not to the priest, but to the goddess herself. The time to face Tiamat and the ill-fortuned Blackfyre heir approaches.

    What do you do next?

    [] Try to ask for the goddess' aid against Tiamat
    -[] Write in how

    [] Leave be for now
    -[] Write in what to do next

    OOC: This feels really short, but I can't really think of any way to continue without a vote and trying to insert other information I forgot like the Livestone does not work.
     
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    • @DragonParadox, are we sure enough this is Goddess of Silver Moon that is being worshipped here, IC?
    Because with the way you worded things in this chapter... I am getting less inclined to ask for help, as just an off chance she isn't, and we'd reveal the ploy to someone not-perfectly-trustworthy. :confused:

    @everyone, can we Message cross the Planes (or something alike) and ask the Mirror Mephit we met if these guys are the right guys?
     
    egoo said:
    @DragonParadox, are we sure enough this is Goddess of Silver Moon that is being worshipped here, IC?
    Because with the way you worded things in this chapter... I am getting less inclined to ask for help, as just an off chance she isn't, and we'd reveal the ploy to someone not-perfectly-trustworthy. :confused:

    @everyone, can we Message cross the Planes (or something alike) and ask the Mirror Mephit we met if these guys are the right guys?
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    Viserys is quite certain, the priest is not, having never seen the prime material realm and not wanting to make sweeping theological statements on the basis of a second hand account.
     
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    Amazing Chapter, DP.

    Also...

    Guys, I just got 2nd Place on a National English Storytelling Competition in Malang, East Java!!!

    NATIONAL!!!

    WHOOOHOOO!!!!!

     
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    [] Ask the Goddess of Silver Moon to empower the Well of Souls.
    -[] We gathered a lot of Favor over time, use it up

    Now, could someone please phrase it better?
    Thanks.

    *is off for a bit*
     
    I'm not sure what we are supposed to say to convince her to help us against Tiamat?

    The better question would be why not?
    Either she wants to help us, for what we've done for her or simply because she doesn't like Tiamat, or she doesn't want to intervene.

    This is not something that really concerns her, so unless we intend to make specific promises in return for her help, just ask and see what she says.

    [X] Ask the Goddess of Silver Moon to empower the Well of Souls for its use against Tiamat
    -[X] Best case we'll free a soul bound in slavery (Aegon).
    -[X] Aside from that, weaking her will make is less likely that her followers tear down the Moonsinger temples in our Empire, or sacrifice her followers in Jogos Nhai.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Mirrored Truths ​

    Fourteenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Were it not for the crescent tiara upon his brow, you would not know the high priest of the goddess from any other of the white robed figures mingling with the guests, yet looking more closely at the smooth face framed by snow-white hair, not old, not young, but ageless. You suspect there might be more to his position than the usual machinations of gaining and keeping power. The fact that you cannot see a single thread of magic clinging to him only confirms the notion. "Well met, Holy One. We have come far, yet see one who is known to us..." you begin your account.

    At no point does the high priest, Uldros by name, seem inclined to take the conversation to a less public place. He listens to your account of the Garden and how it had been sundered, of the moon set above the firmament that has long guided sailors through the trackless waters, and when Lya begins to speak of the Godess of the Silver Moon, to whom praise is given in song and and silent contemplation both, he nods thoughtfully.

    "And so you have come to believe that She who watched over your childhood is Our Lady?" he asks, not doubtfully, but obviously weighing each word with utmost care.

    "I could not say for certain, for my home was poor in magic then, and rare were the times when the gods could act upon it," Lya replies. "Yet many of the symbols..." she traces a crescent that might be the waning moon or just as easily a ripple in deep water. "and the tenets are akin."

    "Many things can be akin without being mirrored," Uldros answers, then his expression unexpectedly shifts into a smile. "Yet even if it is not Our Lady whom you know, there is virtue to be found in the teachings you spoke of and much use in knowing them more deeply. Bright hearts see allies in those like themselves, even as darkness seeths in jealousy at imitation. I would send envoys to this Braavos aboard your ship, if you would allow it."

    "Of course," you nod, unsurprised that he had known about the Moonchaser. She is unusual enough in both form and banner to have drawn any inquisitive eye, and cautious as he may be, it is clear the High Priest does not lack for curiosity. "I would also make a donation to your cause, Holy One. All worlds could do with more guides in the dark places," you add as your cloak shifts slightly around you to reveal a plain chest filled with pearlsteel crowns.

    Lost 20,000 IM

    "Generosity from those who find good fortune is always welcome," the priest replies, leading you to suspect that he might know something of the trades Relath made also.

    "What are your thoughts with regard to the Moonsingers, if you and they should indeed call upon the same power?" your mother asks as acolytes move to take away the chest. She hides her worry well, but you suspect she is concerned about religious upheaval in Braavos, as strange spirits come and claim to speak for the goddess who, of all the powers welcome in the Secret City, is closest to its heart.

    "Light fills many currents," the priest is quick to reply. "Should they feel content apart from us, then so it shall be, and each will learn about another face of the Lady from the other."

    As pleasant a message as one could hope for in the meeting of two creeds long sundered. From what you know of the Moonsingers, it shall more likely than not be reciprocated, but there is one other matter you would speak of not to the priest, but the goddess herself. The time to face Tiamat and the ill-fortuned Blackfyre heir approaches.

    What do you do next?

    [] Try to ask for the goddess' aid against Tiamat
    -[] Write in how

    [] Leave be for now
    -[] Write in what to do next

    OOC: This feels really short, but I can't really think of any way to continue without a vote and trying to insert other information I forgot like the livestone does not work. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

    [X] Artemis1992
     
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    I think we're forgetting that the Golden Company has been actively hunting the Jogos Nhai tribes -- who worship the Moonsinger Goddess -- to rob them of their artifacts so they can sacrifice them to Tiamat, probably to make their current Red Dragon grow stronger.

    The Moonsinger Goddess has plenty of reasons to want them all dead.
     
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    I think we're forgetting that the Golden Company has been actively hunting the Jogos Nhai tribes -- who worship the Moonsinger Goddess -- to rob them of their artifacts so they can sacrifice them to Tiamat, probably to make their current Red Dragon grow stronger.

    The Moonsinger Goddess has plenty of reasons to want them all dead.
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    Good point. If they have successfully sacrificed any legit Moonsinger-empowered artifacts, there is no way she isn't aware of it, and deities don't like that shit.
     
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    They've murdered a bunch of her worshippers and maybe even some clerics as well. If they've killed enough she's probably angry about that, too.
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    I can't remember exactly how Divine attention works with worshipers, whether they're automatically aware of those kinds of losses, or if they have to focus some portion of their attention on them. The chances that she isn't aware have to be pretty low, though, if the Golden Company has actually been successful in their attempts.

    I can't remember where we learned they were hunting her worshipers.
     
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    • [X] Ask the Goddess of Silver Moon to empower the Well of Souls for its use against Tiamat
      -[X] Best case we'll free a soul bound in slavery (Aegon).
      -[X] Aside from that, weaking her will make is less likely that her followers tear down the Moonsinger temples in our Empire, or sacrifice her followers in Jogos Nhai.
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    Goldfish said:
    I can't remember exactly how Divine attention works with worshipers, whether they're automatically aware of those kinds of losses, or if they have to focus some portion of their attention on them. The chances that she isn't aware have to be pretty low, though, if the Golden Company has actually been successful in their attempts.

    I can't remember where we learned they were hunting her worshipers.
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    The Jogos Nhai were worshippers of the Moonsinger Goddess long, long before the Braavosi even existed. As such they'd likely have more and more powerful clerics, clerics who would no doubt be poking at their goddess for aid against the Tiamat cultists who keep hunting them. I don't expect her to know what's going on because thousands of worshippers died, but I do expect the clerics among the Jogos Nhai to have pled for aid by this point.
     
    Duesal said:
    I think we're forgetting that the Golden Company has been actively hunting the Jogos Nhai tribes -- who worship the Moonsinger Goddess -- to rob them of their artifacts so they can sacrifice them to Tiamat, probably to make their current Red Dragon grow stronger.

    The Moonsinger Goddess has plenty of reasons to want them all dead.
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    I did mention her people in Jogos Nhai, didn't I?
     
    Don't forget to vote, y'all. If you have an issue with the current plan, it's better to say something rather than remain silent.
     
    Interlude DCXXI: Malfeasance and Mummery
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    Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    The docks of Meereen once heavy with the sound of clinking chains as thousands upon thousands of newly broken slaves were consigned to pitch black holds now sounded more often with the creak of boards under the tread of idle longshoremen, freemen by ancient custom going back to the days of old Ghis, and the squeak of rats who might just be counted the freest living things in the Red City, they surely seemed to have the run of the place. Kira's hands itched for a quill and parchment to lay down the feeling into notes. Alas that she was on lookout duty and could not take her eyes from the alleyway opening before the mouth of their current hiding place.

    Glyra had called it the 'Sunken Palace' in a fit of Fey wit and the name had stuck, but it had most likely been a bathhouse that slowly slipped into the clinging sandy earth until at last it was simply built over, more or less intact. The Tolosi spies had stumbled over it last month and used some of the plentiful gold they had been given to buy the shop whose basement was the only easy access to the place. Since then they had all been working like moles to build new escape routes and hidden tunnels, with even Wisdom Malarys and Yrael setting their arts to help when they were not pouring over reports or out looking for answers themselves.

    Usually that came down to having a gremlin on watch, but all of them were busy with some errand or another leaving Kira watching for enemies and trying not to wince when the Unsullied 'trainer' marched his charges by, cracking his whip and spewing profanity. No... not spewing, that would imply he did not know what he was doing, but the detestable little man most certainly did. Every insult, every humiliating task was meant to impress upon the boys that they were nothing, that they were not to think unless their master bade them, and never were they to feel.

    So it was with some relief that the incarnate noticed the assassin swagger around a corner giving, the 'all clear' sign while feigning a yawn. He and his bother were still best at that, of course, but they had started to teach the inquisitors, Kira suspected, out of sheer boredom as much as their proclaimed frustration over 'mortals that need to yammer like parrots'.

    Looking past Morwyn she spotted a girl walking in his shadow, at first mistaking her for a gremlin, but quickly recognizing her small measured steps as those of one used to wearing a tokar, though she now wore a patched cloak likely stolen from a clothesline. What had the cat dragged in? she wondered.

    ***​

    "Wisdom, Excellence..." The Drow's tongue lingered on the second word as though he found it particularly funny to call Yrael by that name. "May I present Miss Jezhene Pahl. She did not enjoy the company she found herself in so I took it upon myself to divest her of it."

    The Lord Justice gave a small sigh, never taking his eyes off the girl. "We have not even been here a week, we barely know more of the players than can be gleaned on the streets, and you decide bringing her here is a sensible notion." Then seemingly more to pay back the assassin for his brashness he performed what looked like every divination spell in his repertoire to ensure that she was clean, though finding nothing... or so at least Kira thought before she felt a surreptitious spell open her mind to the mage: "The child is possessed by a Devil, one skillful enough to as to have almost escaped my sight. It is rather carefully not doing anything right now lest I take action."

    "I shall meditate upon an exorcism,"     Yrael's reply came swiftly, as though he were afraid the Lord Justice would not have patience for it, but that fear proved unfounded. "Kira, keep it busy, pretend to try to put the girl at ease."

    So did she play her part, the incarnate of song and story, with skillful smiles and deft words, for both kindness to children and the entrapment of fiends came naturally to her, until at last Yrael finished his discreet prayer. The Archon willed himself into the center of the room in a flash of silver fire, his words like a hammer upon the soul's shackles, the memory of sundered Heavens made manifest if only for an instant.

    Jezhene fell to her knees, her mouth forming into a wordless scream, but the Fiend within could not deny the call. She vomited up what looked like a tide of clear glass, unseen but for the spells that sharpened their eyes. Even as the amorphous mass congealed into a snarling infernal visage Wisdom Malarys reached out to seal it in a lantern adorned with coiling dragons.

    "Good job," the Lord Justice said, raising his eyes to Morwyn.

    "No need to pour salt in the wound," the Drow snapped, staring daggers at the mage.

    "I'm not, you did your job well in securing the girl, I did mine in removing the Devil," came the perfectly level reply. "If you could do both I would be elsewhere, for there are more tasks than hands to do them. The censure I delivered earlier was as much a deception as the one Lady Kira perpetrated."

    The assassin nodded slowly, as though he did not fully believe the answer, but he could not quite disbelieve it either.

    OOC: The Glass Devil was a Fiend of Possession, the combination of being ethereal and naturally invisible made it so even Malarys had to roll to spot it.
     
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