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

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Tarly: "Your Grace, as pleased as I am to see you, I do not understand this elaborate mummery. What point is there in making mockery of fools that would otherwise fall below your notice?"

Viserys: "Good Ser, surely you are aware that roasting impertinent noblemen is a long-standing tradition of House Targaryen!"

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Crake said:
[X] Speak with Lord Tarly, hoping he didn't take the spot of amusement ill. You very rarely get to enjoy yourself when the stakes are low, and whatever else you might say of this tourney no grand intrigues you have planned.
-[X] Invite him to come speak with Lord Ashford with us, subtly signaling we both would enjoy playing for him at the Keep later, and much more quietly a private conversation in his solar, in hopes of unruffling any feathers and ensuring beforehand that young Wenyld's safety and honor remains intact despite the slight indiscretion.

[X] Move on to the Joust, where Buttercup will act as Ser Geralt's "squire" fetching him lances and playing a Sour Apple Aparté during an intermission.
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Crake: Unruffle some feathers.
Also Crake: Divert all energy to the Mockery Engine!

[X] Crake

May the gods have mercy on them, for we have none.
Tomcost said:
Did he just go Mordhau on the Fey?
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It's a pretty normal move from medieval swordmanship aimed towards doing damage through heavy armor.
Interregnum said:
Tarlly: "Your Grace, as pleases as I am to see you, I do not understand this elaborate mummery. What point is there in making mockery of fools that would otherwise fall below your notice?"

Viserys: "Good Ser, surely you are aware that roasting impertinent noblemen is a long-standing tradition of House Targaryen!"

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It seems your humor is a quite sooty shade of black.
 
DragonParadox said:
A Triumph of Steel ​

Twenty Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

Witnessing Ser Richard fight in the midst of the melee is certainly impressive enough to warrant the narrating as he fights. You had seen him face horrors from beyond the world, do battle in the depths of the sea, the ruins of an elder plane, under the fiery skies of Valyria and in scores of other places that would break other men, but at those times you had been rather busy with the monster in front of you to fully appreciate how the knight fought. There was not a hairsbreadth of wasted motion, not a step too far taken and not a single moment's hesitation in battle. In a word it is unfair.

As he fights his way towards the Lord of Horn Hill with yourself only a step behind you find yourself barely being able to keep up with naming the vanquished falling left and right, but then stag-horned Dregaire makes himself known with a charge that that pushes the knight a step back for the first time since the battle had begun. "I am not one to count upon magics and subtle feints good Ser, and I can see neither are you," he proclaims, silvered blade sparking against Oathkeeper's glamour shrouded edge. "Come, let us see by what prowess you have faced the Court of Night Eternal."

Meeting the challenge with a small nod, Ser Richard unleashes blow after blow until with impossible swiftness, until it almost seems as though he is welding half a dozen swords not one, but the fey lord, for surely no lesser spirit could fight thus, catches three blows on his shield and twists aside from three others such that his armor takes the brunt of it, bending but not breaking. That is when you discover that his horns are not just for show, but weapons in their own right to match the sword he bears, forcing Ser Richard on the back foot such that the silvered sword can just slice into his leg though the gap just above the knee.

Alas for him that Ser Richard is quite used to opponents who use horns in battle. Moving in a more deliberate stance than the one he had taken a moment before he catches the fey's horns on the next attempted strike and pulls his head painfully down before kicking out to send him tumbling. If this had been true battle to the death, the fey would have likely lost his head to Oathkeeper's next swing, but the strictures of the melee mean the fey knight has the chance to twist just fast enough to bring his shield smashing into the knight from below, seeking to toss him to the ground instead.

Ser Richard does not lose his footing and instead reverses Oathkeeper to smash the pommel into his surprised opponent's face. Blood brighter crimson than that of any mortal stains the grass, but the fey seems to find it all great fun, his laughter ringing over all the sounds of battle. "You carry your tale in you as few mortal men do, Ser. I would feel no shame losing to such as you... but I would still rather win."

That is when you notice that Randyl Tarly, having dispatched his last opponent decided that 'Ser Geralt' is the more dangerous foe and tries to strike him from the side, obvious enough not to be accused of being dishonorable, cunning enough to show the experience of the battlefield more than the tourney ground.

It is not quite cunning enough. Ser Richard manages to strike lord and fey both with a single sweeping attack. Tarly's armor is you suspect magical. It is not magical enough, as Oathkeeper cuts through it with a screech of tearing steel. As his opponents try to time their blows to get though his guard, your sworn sword feints and parries the fey lord's strike just so as to land upon the shoulder of the Lord of Horn Hill. He could have probably avoided Tarly's own blade if he had tried something less elaborate, but you appreciate the showmanship to sing songs of. He certainly seems to be enjoying himself.

Out of the corner of your eye you spy a pair of lesser knights moving to try an actual strike from behind on Ser Richard and promptly disarm one while Lord Ashford starts smashing the other as a particularly irate blacksmith would do to poor iron.

You return your gaze to Ser Richard just in time to see him smash Randyl Tarly's sword arm hard enough to force the sword from his hand as the fey lord bruised, but still cheerful, yields.

From there Ser Richard's victory is assured with Lord Owen Ashford himself being the last to fall after you had yielded with an elaborate bow.

As you are partaking of celebratory wine at the edge of the field while fey healers work their magic, Oathkeeper whispers unexpected news from Ser Richard in your thoughts: "Tarly suspects who we are."

What do you do?

[] Speak to Lord Ashford as planed

[] Speak to Lord Tarlly
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[] Write in

OOC: Old Randyl did see Ser Richard on the training field a few times when he was in Sorcerer's Deep. Not yet edited.
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More edits, @DragonParadox.
 
[X] Crake

Tarly: "Your Grace should know by now that I do not understand such concepts as "humor" and "fun"."
 
Viserys: "Well, that's simple my Lord!"

"F is for Friends who do stuff together.

U is for 'you' and me!

N is for anywhere and anytime at all!

Here in the glorious and green Reach!"
 
[X] Crake

You know, this whole thing could be seen as ourselves flexing our interpersonal and combat skills on the Westerosi lords, to intimidate and coerce them into following our side.

I mean, if we ever have to explain this in a more rational way than for shits and giggles.
 
[X] Crake
Interregnum said:
Tarlly: "Your Grace, as pleases as I am to see you, I do not understand this elaborate mummery. What point is there in making mockery of fools that would otherwise fall below your notice?"

Viserys: "Good Ser, surely you are aware that roasting impertinent noblemen is a long-standing tradition of House Targaryen!"

:V
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:lol::rofl::lol::rofl::lol::rofl:

That's so spot on it burns!
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Mar 28, 2020 at 5:20 PM, finished with 25 posts and 13 votes.
  • [X] Speak with Lord Tarly, hoping he didn't take the spot of amusement ill. You very rarely get to enjoy yourself when the stakes are low, and whatever else you might say of this tourney no grand intrigues you have planned.
    -[X] Invite him to come speak with Lord Ashford with us, subtly signaling we both would enjoy playing for him at the Keep later, and much more quietly a private conversation in his solar, in hopes of unruffling any feathers and ensuring beforehand that young Wenyld's safety and honor remains intact despite the slight indiscretion.
    [X] Move on to the Joust, where Buttercup will act as Ser Geralt's "squire" fetching him lances and playing a Sour Apple Aparté during an intermission.
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Tomcost said:
[X] Crake

You know, this whole thing could be seen as ourselves flexing our interpersonal and combat skills on the Westerosi lords, to intimidate and coerce them into following our side.

I mean, if we ever have to explain this in a more rational way than for shits and giggles.
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Nah. Tell them it was for shits and giggles, then savor the existential dread in their eyes.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Mar 28, 2020 at 5:20 PM, finished with 25 posts and 13 votes.
  • [X] Speak with Lord Tarly, hoping he didn't take the spot of amusement ill. You very rarely get to enjoy yourself when the stakes are low, and whatever else you might say of this tourney no grand intrigues you have planned.
    -[X] Invite him to come speak with Lord Ashford with us, subtly signaling we both would enjoy playing for him at the Keep later, and much more quietly a private conversation in his solar, in hopes of unruffling any feathers and ensuring beforehand that young Wenyld's safety and honor remains intact despite the slight indiscretion.
    [X] Move on to the Joust, where Buttercup will act as Ser Geralt's "squire" fetching him lances and playing a Sour Apple Aparté during an intermission.
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Part MMMCDXIX: Archer's Accounting
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    • Archer's Accounting ​

    Twenty Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    Whatever his sins Randyll Tarly is a man who takes his responsibilities seriously, a lord who had sworn himself to you and given his elder son into your fostering. It is thus perhaps unsurprising that he does not at first believe that you are behind the mask of Buttercup the bard and does not much appreciate it when you do reveal yourself in the relative privacy of his tent, made more secure by spellcraft.

    "What... what is the meaning of this?" he does not sound quite angry, by the bemusement in his words could all too easily curdle into it.

    "Less meaning than you might assume, my lord," Dany interjects dropping her own guise. "This tourney holds no great perils or heavy stakes. We are all here to enjoy a moment's levity and if that should come at the expense of someone like Ser Alfryd, deserving of his fellows' scorn..." she shrugs, wearing a smile that would not look out of place on Glyra's face. "Well that seems fair enough to me."

    "Not that we are here for entertainment and festivities alone," you assure him. "As you yourself proved during the Usurper's War this is an important fief, well worth securing the fealty of its lord."

    The reminder of his victory, the only one of its kind anyone had won over Robert Baratheon in the war that gained him the Iron Throne, mollifies the Lord of Horn Hill somewhat. He looks from you to Dany then finally to Ser Richard and Rina, whom you suspect he does not recognize. "Sometimes I forget how young you all are."

    With rueful shake of his head, which you suspect is as close to showing amusement at your antics as he is likely to get, he adds. "Still, it's not a bad thought to secure Ashford for your cause, Your Grace. That's why I'm here at any rate, though I'd not say no to crossing swords and I hope lances with worthy opponents."

    "I'll be joining the joust, yes, though I make no claim to being as skilled ahorse as on foot," Ser Richard replies plainly.

    "I should hope not or there wouldn't be much point for the rest of us competing," Lord Tarly snorts, the compliment clear despite the gruff words.

    "How have you found Lord Ashford, my lord?" you ask, curious as to how someone as blunt as Randyll Tarly conducts surreptitious diplomacy.

    "In bed with the fey, not literally thank the Crone's wisdom, but near enough," he replies. "He would probably find the business with the... bard charming, though Fossoway was a freind of his until he made an ass of himself." He pauses a moment before asking. "Was there really magic to the girl winning?"

    Dany replies before you can, having obviously reached the same conclusion about the feasibility of lying given Wenlyd's extraordinary performance. "Yes, he deserved it for striking and trying to humiliate the girl in public."

    It's clear Lord Tarly does not agree with your sister's assessment and just as clear he isn't going to argue with her over it. "Hope she has the good sense to put that gold into something lasting, not useless fripperies," is all he says.

    As you leave the tent your thoughts turn to the joust Ser Richard will ride in soon and how much magic, whether bound enchantment or spell blessing, Ser Richard should wear for it.

    How will Ser Richard ride in the joust?

    [] Write in

    OOC: A bit it of a short update, but I do need to know this before I roll the joust up.
     
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    • [X] Ser Richard will perform on a Warhorse trained in the Royal Stables to take well to his commands, in masterwork hardened armor to reduce the chances of injury, and he will have his usual talismans at hand to both heal himself or anyone else who gets hurt grievously by accident or otherwise as he will be closer to such an event than the fey healers will be--but he won't use any overt magic otherwise. If someone tries to accuse him of cheating it will be clear to see that he is likely even less well armed, using normal tourney lances, than some of the knights taking the field. This is a more important event and none shall say he won by trickery... well, no more trickery than the guise he bears.
    -[X] You on the other hand will be ready for anything, and hopefully delivering a masterful performance as his "squire" and as a bard.
     
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