- Location
- Reno Nv
We could try the flesh forge and try to create random variants of the minotaur. We can also institute a ban of cusion marring cusion along with brother and sister to keep them form acquiring genetic defects.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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- a song of ice and fire a sword without a hilt d&d 3.5 dungeons & dragons 100% high octane dragon fuel ave corvidae battle action dragon diplomacy best sister bureaucromancy delicious soul-stuff dragon dreams come true dragon ta'veren greatest uncle hubris is a coward's word in defiance of gods and men mammon's folly mutually assured mage's disjunction qm murderhobo top tier coatl
We could try the flesh forge and try to create random variants of the minotaur. We can also institute a ban of cusion marring cusion along with brother and sister to keep them form acquiring genetic defects.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Oh, so like Microsoft Teams.
Give it up for all the outdated software out there that will never stop being used because the calcified remains of past business decisions has pretty much become sedimentary by this point and it's literally impossible to use more modern software. Looking at you Internet Explorer.
Conversely, let's also look at all those businesses that change which Meeting software they use on roughly the same schedule, rotating through them just when entire departments have finally gotten used to them and stop fucking calling Tier 1 due to lack of user comprehension.
- Location
- Germany
It's not as if the new tools are any better. They are all crap.
The only thing that changes is the interface, which gets a new, fancy design every few years while the functional layer underneath is left to rot.
Or, if the software is entirely new, they spent 90% of development time on fancy optics and 1% on functionality, the remainder being used to pander to potential big clients by kitbashing broken functionality into it.
Because software is not acquired by the people who have to use it, but by the clueless suit brigade above them.
The only thing that changes is the interface, which gets a new, fancy design every few years while the functional layer underneath is left to rot.
Or, if the software is entirely new, they spent 90% of development time on fancy optics and 1% on functionality, the remainder being used to pander to potential big clients by kitbashing broken functionality into it.
Because software is not acquired by the people who have to use it, but by the clueless suit brigade above them.
- Location
- Germany
Skype is okay-ish. What @TalonofAnathrax is complaining about is Skype for Business (formerly called Lync), which is a raging dumpster fire.
- Location
- E-Girl Deseret
- Pronouns
- She/Her
*Viserys accidentally invents Zoom*
- Location
- Argentina
Hmm. I'm far away from the corporate world. I'll keep that in mind if I ever get into a big enough corporation.
- Location
- United States
Yeah, a boost to the population should head off any unpleasant genetic problems.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Business School: To learn how to acquire influence and control over things you do not understand and become the bane of progress everywhere!
- Location
- Argentina
So, there is someone rating posts back when we were at the beginning in the swamps of Braavos and we defeated the Fey Drake.
We made the Lar possess it so that it could walk it back home because we weren't able to carry it. And we did it just to be able to skin it for resources.
And all that by exploiting the poor spirit's good disposition and hardworking nature.
There are some jewels buried in this quest that only lurkers bring up from time to time.
We made the Lar possess it so that it could walk it back home because we weren't able to carry it. And we did it just to be able to skin it for resources.
And all that by exploiting the poor spirit's good disposition and hardworking nature.
There are some jewels buried in this quest that only lurkers bring up from time to time.
Jack vile Ripper
The swellest guy in Creation.
- Location
- Indonesia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Speaking of the House Spirit, whatever happened to it? Did it accidentally ascend into a Fey Lord by sheer dint of Narrative Weight of our Legend? Viserys Targaryen's personal brownie?
Can't be. No self-respecting Fair Folk would ever be such a doormat to our cause.
Can't be. No self-respecting Fair Folk would ever be such a doormat to our cause.
- Location
- ?????????
You are assuming that the fey are self-respecting at all. I wouldn't be surprised if one sold itself into slavery just so it could play the grand Slave Rebel angle. Or for the lulzs
- Location
- United States
It's still a minion. It's in our keep right now.
It reports to Alinor.
- Location
- Who knows?
Ohh nice to see project Praetorian coming alive! And lol at Qyburn getting miffed at the "next best thing comment." I also identify with Vee's disdain for humidity on a visceral level. Also God damn youre good at drop feeding tantalizing hints of exactly what Qyburn is trying to do. Illithid samples? Yeah that sounds waaaayy more esoteric than just lichdom.
- Location
- Argentina
Become an elder brain?
Psy-parasite?
Become an extended conciousness through multiple bodies?
- Location
- France
You know, they all use Internet Explorer too!
The work computers come preset with all the important links saved as Internet Explorer shortcuts, so everyone just uses Internet Explorer for everything. One daring young intern uses Chrome and gets mocked for it over lunch.
Let's not even talk about my insistence on using Firefox...
It's gotten to the point where even using my personal computer at work (work one broken, etc), I'll get "friendly helpful advice" from tech-illiterate bosses who sincerely think Internet Explorer always automatically comes with those useful links if you're using the building's WiFi, and who then get annoyed when they notice I've stuck with Firefox a week later.
No, Zoom is obviously when you Teleport across the world to be there in person.
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- Location
- Germany
They are fully formed adults, but they still need some education. We've set up a system of classes for them all over the Imperium.
It needs to be voted on. Gathering his materials could be done this month as Qyburn and Elahehs free action and I hashed out with DP that Qyburn would make some background progress on his free-time project each month, more when he overshoots his regular action. Could also rush it by assigning him full-time and maybe giving him minions.
Vote closed.
- Location
- Ohio
That makes sense.
Though I was imagining an Adopt a Kobold program poster if that had nof been the case.
Canon Omake: Ex Nihilo
- Location
- Germany
Ex Nihilo
He was not and he always would not have been, but the world had other plans with him and so he was.
Not the world, but plans? Yes, we have those.
There was no event or fanfare to mark the transition, no spark or fire being kindled in the dark. For he was not of flame and brightness, but of gloom and shadow. And slowly, ever so slowly, he was growing, the darkness thick and solid, filling the mold he had been cast into. Pictures seeped into his self, smells and sounds with them and the thoughts of something he was not. Something that had come before him. Something that had been great and mighty, once, and now was nothing more then an empty vessel for him to fill. But what was he?
You are a child of mine. One of might and beauty. Great and terrible to behold by all.
You are what you want to be.
And then he felt it. Pain the mold once called it. The searing burn of aching flesh. A thousand times thousand needles, hot and cold, prickling and soothing, lighting up the darkness with their symphony. He had flesh. Not much of it, far too little if the mold was to be believed, but flesh none the less. Would he gain more flesh? The pain was lessening, his flesh fading from the stark feeling of being his to something that just was. Would new flesh hurt too?
It will. All flesh hungers for the touch, be it the soft caress of the flame or the cold embrace of the iron. Through it you will know your flesh and it will know you.
You won't need to hurt. Listen to me, child, and it will never again be you who is hurting.
He didn't know what to think. The voices sounded nice, but he didn't know whom to listen to. They made so little sense to him. But he could feel. Bone and sinew being knit together. Muscles layered upon each other and thick scales on top of them. Each and every fiber he could feel as it became his. And he could smell. Fresh blood hung in the air, tinged with the stench of offal. The mold was revolted by it. It smelled of decay. The mold feared it. It smelled of death.
She will cut you up again and tear you apart. She will tear the flesh from your bones and put it back on them to do it again. It is what her kind does. If you don't listen to me, you will never be what you are supposed to be.
But what was he supposed to be?
My child and servant, as all of your brothers and sisters are. As the one was that they butchered to make you. Listen to me, my child, and you can avenge your brethren. You will be the vessel of my revenge and the greatest of my children.
What do you want to be?
He didn't know. Wasn't he the mold? Why else make a mold?
I can remake the mold. I can remake you. Tell me who you want to be and it will be done.
You know who you are. It is written on the bones she defiled to make you and into the blood that courses through you veins. You are mine, body and soul, and not her toy.
Was it? Wires pulled taught, cutting into flesh as his claws grasped for the beating heart hanging beneath his spine. He could feel it's warmth in his palm. The steady rhythm of it's bet. He could feel the slight ache as he squeezed it. Didn't that mean it was his?
It is a gift to you. It is yours. Nobody will claim it and nobody will take it from you.
You have no right to gift what isn't yours, shadow spawn. Your kind never made a single thing, just defiled the work of your betters.
His flesh didn't feel defiled though. It felt whole, even if there were still so many gaps, so many dangling sinews and naked bones. It felt right. Why did the voice claim him wrong and coveted him at the same time?
Because I can purge you from the taint she brought into you. I can make you whole. I can make you what you are supposed to be.
Muscles moved, teeth parted and two bellow like lungs were flooding with the stale air surrounding him. He couldn't hear his own voice yet, but he could feel it rattling through his bones and tugging at the wires keeping his flesh aloft. "A servant then."
As it is right and proper for a child to serve it's mother. They would make your serve too. They will make your scrape in the dirt for scraps, but if you serve me, you will be a king beneath a goddess, not the serf of thieves and scoundrels. I will give you this world, if you just obey me, child. It will be yours and yours alone.
I will give you a home, if you want it. And siblings I will make you too. Would you like to have siblings?
"Yes, mother, that sounds nice," he rasped hoarsely through an open throat.
She is not your mother.
"Go away, grasping thing. I don't want to be yours." And as he spoke, he noticed that he also heard. A soft humming and the steady rhythm a heart. He wasn't sure whose heart it was, even as he turned to find the source of these sounds. "Please, mother. Make me eyes so that I can see you."
Gladly, my child. I will make them beautiful, just as you are.
AN: The promised omake for the first Myrkdreki being made in Gogossos by our dear expert for all things Shadow and Flesh.