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

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Duesal said:
I think we should be fine. It was an action for an action. We provoke the Others in Thenn Valley, the Others responded in that Valley and mostly used up their free response.

The organ industry should be blossoming these days. Flesh Forges are amazing.
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Just wait until Anu eventually begins selling Construct Prosthetics developed as far of his studies into Warforged upgrades. There will be competition between bio-magitech and cyber-magitech augmentation providers. Innovation will ensue!
 
DragonParadox said:
And so it is that day as sounds of feasting, singing, drinking and merriment fill the streets once more.
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Life must defeat death. On a lighter note. Party!

Crake said:
@DragonParadox It really seems like heroes crop up in Viserys' service quite organically. One could say that he gives people the opportunity to become the best version of themselves, just like he himself is ironically the best version of himself, considering canon.
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I always viewed that as the goal. Viserys isnt interested in being doing good for goodness sake. Create the opportunities and let the chips fall where people decide to put them.

To a certain extent anyway.

Azel said:
radical isn't quite able to express it.
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Fingers crossed.
 
He never struck me as the priestly type. Even the false priestly type.

But maybe thats Viserys disdain for godly things leaking through.
 
Goldfish said:
Just wait until Anu eventually begins selling Construct Prosthetics developed as far of his studies into Warforged upgrades. There will be competition between bio-magitech and cyber-magitech augmentation providers. Innovation will ensue!
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Regarding the construct arm, I'd like to make an Imperial Steel version. Punch those Void Ghosts in the face!
 
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Canon Omake: Haemonculus Amongus
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    • Haemonculus Amongus
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    Ninth Day of the First Month 294 AC
    <<<Previous

    "It's a failure."

    Denys gazed down upon the motionless body, looking so peaceful in silent repose, glassy red eyes and white hair a strange mirror of sorts into his own locks of ashen blond and sea-green eyes. The fact that it bears his own features in a way startlingly close to the flesh-wrought spirits Lady Lya had created was not lost on the room's other occupant, yet so clearly inadequate as to be laughable in comparison, at least in his mind.

    "It's not... a failure," the aforementioned Lady Lya replied carefully, pursing her lip. "Rather, it's not as though you were attempting to mimic my craft intentionally. I'm sorry to say, but the binding matrices that went into this body are just too unstable to last longer than half a day." A more polite way to say that he was not great enough in his understanding of magic to make it a lasting vessel for an animated intelligence, much less craft an ensouled body, Denys thought. She shook her head after staring down at the cadaver for several moments, a man that had never truly been a man thus could not be counted a corpse.

    "I don't understand what I'm looking at here... how did you even do this? Shouldn't a proper simulacrum be ash or snow? 'Fantasm and fairy dust', as the low mages might say. This has more in common with fleshcraft..." She startled, turning to look at him wide-eyed. "This is you just 'dabbling' in fleshcraft?" There wasn't quite disbelief in her voice.

    "No... I, I mean, not really," Denys began evasively, before sighing. "When I heard about the spell, I knew I had to try to recreate it, but chemical balances and imbalances, minerals and mutagens, measures and doses. That's the only way I can really break down a spell before putting it back together again, however, with that said, this is one of the most complicated I've ever attempted. It held together far better than if the vessel was more... real, for lack of a better term. This body has less in common with mine for all outward appearances, mind you, but similar capabilities. I had this idea, you see, stacked cognition, my brain-based mutagen initiating networked and distributed thought processes."

    "That's..." Lya stared at the man, dumbstruck, and he thought for a moment 'madness' was on the tip of her tongue, before she continued in an effusive tone, "Ingenious. But without soul tethers, it shouldn't be possible."

    Denys slid off piles of research notes, half of which tumbled into a bin sticking out from underneath his workbench. A clatter of crystal decanters caused Lya to wince. She hadn't been that absentminded since she split her thought processes, somehow the man managed to look overworked even with another eight hours in the day to pour over research notes while on the island and under the Old Gods' blessings.

    "Take a look at this." He sketched out a few examples speedily and with the practiced hand of a scribe, which is what he had been for near a decade in-between frequent tourneys the man he hated was given to host during his tenure as King upon the Iron Throne. Such thoughts were further and further away when given over to the company of sages and sorcerers. "Mind links can stand in for soul-deep bonds, though it will be expensive. True collective memory, seamless transfer of concepts, enhanced cognition. You could..."

    "Become a one man research team," Lya finished, thoughtfully, reserving judgement for the moment. She could do something similar, of course, though limited and through a vastly more arcane and complicated process. It was great for inching out more of her capabilities, to create more works of artifice, have more time to research and probe the mysteries of the world, or just to spend time with friends. This could be scaled up massively in comparison, albeit only for those prepared to sink a fortune into the endeavor.

    If she was being completely honest, Lya couldn't tell if the man was insane or brilliant, when she saw what he intended, but she was more than willing to give the benefit of the doubt--and more importantly, funding.

    "You'll certainly have my patronage."
     
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    Great bit of world building @Crake.

    Poor Denys is doing himself a bit of a disservice there comparing himself to Lya. She got her start raiding the secrets of Valyria and the notes of rakshasa, the kind of things that are not in the general scholarum section of the library.
     
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    Haemonculus Amongus
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    Ninth Day of the First Month 294 AC
    <<<Previous

    "It's a failure."

    Denys gazed down upon the motionless body, looking so peaceful in silent repose, glassy red eyes and white hair a strange mirror of sorts into his own locks of ashen blond and sea-green eyes. The fact that it bears his own features in a way startlingly close to the flesh-wrought spirits Lady Lya had created was not lost on the room's other occupant, yet so clearly inadequate as to be laughable in comparison, at least in his mind.

    "It's not... a failure," the aforementioned Lady Lya replied carefully, pursing her lip. "Rather, it's not as though you were attempting to mimic my craft intentionally. I'm sorry to say, but the binding matrices that went into this body are just too unstable to last longer than half a day." A more polite way to say that he was not great enough in his understanding of magic to make it a lasting vessel for an animated intelligence, much less craft an ensouled body, Denys thought. She shook her head after staring down at the cadaver for several moments, a man that had never truly been a man thus could not be counted a corpse.

    "I don't understand what I'm looking at here... how did you even do this? Shouldn't a proper simulacrum be ash or snow? 'Fantasm and fairy dust', as the low mages might say. This has more in common with fleshcraft..." She startled, turning to look at him wide-eyed. "This is you just 'dabbling' in fleshcraft?" There wasn't quite disbelief in her voice.

    "No... I, I mean, not really," Denys began evasively, before sighing. "When I heard about the spell, I knew I had to try to recreate it, but chemical balances and imbalances, minerals and mutagens, measures and doses. That's the only way I can really break down a spell before putting it back together again, however, with that said, this is one of the most complicated I've ever attempted. It held together far better than if the vessel was more... real, for lack of a better term. This body has less in common with mine for all outward appearances, mind you, but similar capabilities. I had this idea, you see, stacked cognition, my brain-based mutagen initiating networked and distributed thought processes."

    "That's..." Lya stared at the man, dumbstruck, and he thought for a moment 'madness' was on the tip of her tongue, before she continued in an effusive tone, "Ingenious. But without soul tethers, it shouldn't be possible."

    Denys slid off piles of research notes, half of which tumbled into a bin sticking out from underneath his workbench. A clatter of crystal decanters caused Lya to wince. She hadn't been that absentminded since she split her thought processes, somehow the man managed to look overworked even with another eight hours in the day to pour over research notes while on the island and under the Old Gods' blessings.

    "Take a look at this." He sketched out a few examples speedily and with the practiced hand of a scribe, which is what he had been for near a decade in-between frequent tourneys the man he hated was given to host during his tenure as King upon the Iron Throne. Such thoughts were further and further away when given over to the company of sages and sorcerers. "Mind links can stand in for soul-deep bonds, though it will be expensive. True collective memory, seamless transfer of concepts, enhanced cognition. You could..."

    "Become a one man research team," Lya finished, thoughtfully, reserving judgement for the moment. She could do something similar, of course, though limited and through a vastly more arcane and complicated process. It was great for inching out more of her capabilities, to create more works of artifice, have more time to research and probe the mysteries of the world, or just to spend time with friends. This could be scaled up massively in comparison, albeit only for those prepared to sink a fortune into the endeavor.

    If she was being completely honest, Lya couldn't tell if the man was insane or brilliant, when she saw what he intended, but she was more than willing to give the benefit of the doubt--and more importantly, funding.

    "You'll certainly have my patronage."
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    Neat IC way to introduce Denys' new Lesser Alchemical Simulacrum discovery.

    Is Denys going to learn the Doppelganger Simulacrum discovery next level or just wait for the Greater Alchemical Simulacrum discovery at level 14.
     
    "Mind links can stand in for soul-deep bonds, though it will be expensive. True collective memory, seamless transfer of concepts, enhanced cognition. You could..."
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    With his current setup he's going to be stuck at Simulacra with a telepathic connection at best though.

    He'll need another way to get real successes in that direction. Not sure which options an Alchemist has there though.
     
    To be honest if I was writing his Mythic Path, one of the custom abilities would be allow any of his telepathically linked Simulacrum to use his Skill Ranks in place of their own while Cognatogen is active.
     
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    Part MMMCDLXXXIII: Of Eldest Reckoning
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    Tenth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    "There's the hill ahead, I knew we could make it by evening." Waymar motions towards the steep rocky hill ahead of you rising like a first in truth over the dark green of the Haunted Forest. He had been the one to argue the most for just riding north past the Wall instead of forging blood passage to the nearest Godswood.


    Truth be told you could see his point. Any Free Folk left out here wouldn't have any wards to protect them like in Thenn, only whatever protection summer itself would give them. Given the escape of the Thenns and Winter's defeat first in the ruined fortress and then in the sky it would hardly surprise you for Them to mark whichever tree you made use of in your passage and strike at both it and whatever clans tended to its grove.

    Vee had pointed out that you had no real way to defend either all the Godswoods or all the lingering bands in the Far North, whether the Enemy decides to start its trail of ruin in your wake or not it would come out the same in the end. They might even lose more than they gain if they act for spite, but for all that you noticed she had not argued very hard against getting on the shadow steed. Inevitable or not no one had wanted to risk drawing a veil of death after you. After all, even some of the stragglers might decide to come south before Winter comes in full.

    "This place is old," Rina's voice is soft, her gaze briefly distant like one trying to recall a half-forgotten melody. "Not alive, like the wards of Thenn... or the Wall." She does not try to hide a shiver.

    Passing through the Wall had been hard for her, its bindings and enchantments had recognized her as being untainted by the darkness at the heart of the deepest north, but she had been able to feel the presence of the enchantments, 'like an avalanche hanging over my head' she had called it. On the way back you would traveling around Eastwatch, even if it does add three hours to the journey, you decide. It had been worth it to try once just to see how the ancient spells would take to Rina in case she needs to be present in its defense at some later time, but there is no sense in having her go through that twice again today.

    Hopefully it would be today, or in a few days at the latest. The giants had been arguing whether to go south or not for months, long enough that Mance Rayder had decided to take his own band to Hardhome alone rather than wait for the giants to make up their minds.

    "I'm not seeing any magic on the walls," Lya muses, eyes fixed on the jagged crown of grey stone atop the hill. "At least not from here. If the runes are decayed I might be able to..."

    "You won't find any runes there, this place is older," Rina replies to your surprise. "The Fist of the First Men they call it, but it would be like calling the Mountains of the Moon 'the Andal Peaks'. This has been a gathering place long before men came over the water. The Children sang here and the giants spilled oath-blood over the stones and older still deathless spirits bright and dark." She stops abruptly, as though waking from a daze. After a moment she adds apologetically. "That is all I can recall."

    "Bright and dark..." you repeat thoughtfully. "I think this may have been a place where Winter and Summer once met in peace."

    "Just as long as we aren't calling the bastards to parley now," Ser Richard grumbles.

    Rina gives a small giggle at the words, seeming to surprise herself. "I don't think that would work very well no, let's just keep the the giants."

    "What sort of offering should be bring to their gathering?" Xor asks, faint notes hanging in the air around him, as though his unseen cohort of petty servitors were humming along with some unspoken thought. "Song and tale, gold and silver or more practical gifts?"

    "Definitely the latter," Tyene interjects. "I spoke to Mance Rayder and once he stopped laughing at the notion he said the giants were as likely as the mammoths they rode to appreciate fine silks and gems. Some of that is his own biases talking, they definitely did trade for more than bare necessities in the old days. Even the Night's Watch had records of it, but it's clear these giants have been living very stark and poor lives over the last centuries. Last of their kind and fighting with their wildling neighbors far more often than trading. Still, if you are going to include something that does not have an immediate practical application it should probably be perfume. They use smell not sight as their primary sense."

    What gifts do you bring to the giants' moot and how to you greet them?

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    OOC: And we are finally here. Some great knowledge rolls from Rina too.
     
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