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

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she is currently helping with researching the fey pacts effects on the Reach so maybe if something happens there, probebly not tho
 
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Adhoc vote count started by Crake on May 18, 2020 at 4:55 PM, finished with 30 posts and 13 votes.
  • [X] Consult Rhaella (the one with you) about what would make a proper gift given the circumstances. You will err on the side of generous regardless, which will be your flair to the presentation--the pomp and grandeur. If nothing else a dragon knows when to show off their immense wealth, and you are unique among dragons in some respects in doling it out. A farsighted person could imagine it is because you do not see it as ever having left your hoard in the first place.
    -[X] To be absolutely clear, you do not consider or concern yourself with the idea that Rowan is legitimate master of the land until you have come to some sort of agreement in regards to her fealty being tied toward you directly. The land she claims rests in the Kingdom of the Reach, which you claim by right of blood and more pertinently conquest. If she contests it, you are welcome to discussing it in a civilized manner, but it remains in contest until such matters are settled and you will happily disregard, undermine or overthrow any binding compact arranged outside of your sight and out of your control as you consider it to be nothing more or less than a hostile act with degree of guilt and punishment varying depending on intent and difficulty to circumvent.
    --[X] To you, she is a respectable Fey with legitimate concerns you will not dismiss out of hand. But to end-run a Targaryen is to invite reprisal in one form or another. Anyone not willing to at least entertain the idea of working with you to come to a mutually beneficial arrangement can burn, literally or metaphorically.
    ---[X] You will of course be diplomatic about it, and accommodating to a degree on what form that arrangement takes, but the sheer threat is implicit given who you are and what you can do.
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I thought about it and unfortuently I think we'll have to make this a two update day guys/ It's getting close to midnight and trying to write an ancient fey at this hour would probably not come off well
 
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Part MMMDVIII: Guard of Flesh and Parried Words
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    • Guard of Flesh and Parried Words ​

    Sixteenth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    You pass under the shadow of the woods, moving swiftly from trade road to forest path to game trail only beasts know of, ever following in Soft Strider's wake. The deeper you go the stranger the creeks of the trees and from the corner of your eye you start to see a flicker of too-bright movement.

    Sprites are in these woods and not just them. Under arches of living wood echo the pipes of satyrs and curtains of moss move without any hand touching them. At least they move to ease your way and not to hinder it. When the trees shift around you it is almost always to draw back and when you see a skylark flashing in the dying light it is to guide you onward, deeper into woods not quite of any mortal realm.

    "Bloody mummer's games," Ser Richard grumbles loud enough that sharp-eared fey could have heard him at five hundred paces, not that he would mind the fact.

    Soft not-quite childish laughter echoes all around you like a dream of spring. They had heard alright, and do not seem inclined to stop the games anytime soon.

    Yet even the deathless mischief-makers who wear a thousand masks to ward off the weight of ages can't play along forever. A satyr with horns of polished silver and a pelt so black it almost shines blue steps from beneath a hickory tree smiling perhaps a touch too brightly. "Halt, who goes there, smelling of neither beast nor man, but wizardry and brimstone?"

    "We come bearing gifts of rare seeds for the Queen of the Court. We come seeking to converse in peace as guests of the one who rules in these woods," you reply, balancing fey courtesy against the need not to acknowledge any dominion. You have enough trouble of that sort with the Court of Stars.

    "Strange company for a peaceful traveler to keep," the horned fey motioned at Leto and her two companions, his expression uncommonly grave, not a trace of mirth remaining.

    "Prudent company," you note. "They are bound by oaths of fealty to me and by common cause besides." Though you cannot read the faces of the furies, seemingly cast from steel through an age of playing the games of Baator, you feel the air grow just a touch brighter. They had appreciated that you had not stopped at oaths.

    The leaves rustle again with the faintest hint of unseen watchers, this time it would not be sprites should the discussion prove less than fruitful,, but you have faith it would not come to that.

    "And that instrument of tortured flesh and hollow soul?" The fey stared pointedly at the Seeker.

    "That is my guardian," Rhaella said. "You would not deny a dryad far from the solace of her heart and the home of her soul the protection of a stout shield, would you?" She is not lying of course, the Seeker would defend her to the death just as it would any of you, but the implication that it is primarily her guard causes the fey, who finally introduces himself as the Seneschal of the Greenwood Keep, to step back quite literally, though not without one last question: "What do you seek here, Child of Wind and Sky?"

    What do you reply?

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    OOC: So this happened. I was thinking about the next part for tomorrow and it occurred to me that someone should challenge you before you got to the queen given your unusual traveling companions and that this would be quite a short update. One thing lead to another and here we are, a third update if a short one.
     
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    • We continue to give zero fucks about how squeamish everybody is and walk into the domains of a spirit of nature accompanied by several former denizens of hell and a soul-less husk of an automaton made from unborn fetuses.

    And we still manage to not get shot by simply being a scary dragon.
     
    Tomcost said:
    We continue to give zero fucks about how squeamish everybody is and walk into the domains of a spirit of nature accompanied by several former denizens of hell and a soul-less husk of an automaton made from unborn fetuses.

    And we still manage to not get shot by simply being a scary dragon.
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    Better to be upfront about our tools rather than have the revelation sour everything in the middle of negotiations.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Guard of Flesh and Parried Words ​

    Sixteenth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    You pass under the shadow of the woods moving swiftly from trade road to forest path to game trails only beasts know of, ever following in Soft Strider's wake. The deeper you go, the stranger echo the creaks of the trees and from the corner of your eye you start to see a flicker of too-bright movement.

    Sprites are in these woods and not just them. Under arches of living wood echo the pipes of satyrs and curtains of moss move without any hand touching them. At least they move to ease your way and not to hinder it. When the trees shift around you, it is almost always to draw back, and when you see a skylark flashing in the dying light, it is to guide you onward, deeper into woods not quite of any mortal realm.

    "Bloody mummer's games," Ser Richard grumbles, loud enough that sharp-eared fey could have heard him at five hundred paces, not that he would mind the fact.

    Soft not-quite childish laughter echoes all around you like a dream of spring. They had heard alright, and do not seem inclined to stop the games anytime soon.

    Yet not even the deathless mischief-makers who wear a thousand masks to ward off the weight of ages can play along forever. A satyr with horns of polished silver and a pelt so black it almost shines blue steps from beneath a hickory tree, smiling perhaps a touch too brightly. "Halt, who goes there, smelling of neither beast nor man, but wizardry and brimstone?"

    "We come bearing gifts of rare seeds for the Queen of the Court. We come seeking to converse in peace as guests of the one who rules in these woods," you reply, balancing fey courtesy against the need not to acknowledge any dominion. You have enough trouble of that sort with the Court of Stars.

    "Strange company for a peaceful traveler to keep," the horned fey motioned at Leto and her two companions, his expression uncommonly grave, not a trace of mirth remaining.

    "Prudent company," you note. "They are bound by oaths of fealty to me and by common cause besides." Though you cannot read the faces of the furies seemingly cast from steel through an age of playing the games of Baator, you feel the air grow just a touch brighter. They had appreciated that you had not stopped at oaths.

    The leaves rustle again with the faintest hint of unseen watchers, this time it would not be sprites should the discussion prove less than fruitful, but you have faith it would not come to that.

    "And that instrument of tortured flesh and hollow soul?" The fey stared pointedly at the Seeker.

    "That is my guardian," Rhaella said. "You would not deny a dryad far from the solace of her heart and the home of her soul the protection of a stout shield, would you?" She is not lying, of course, the Seeker would defend her to the death just as it would any of you, but the implication that it is primarily her guard causes the fey, who finally introduces himself as the Seneschal of the Greenwood Keep, to step back quite literally, though not without one last question, "What do you seek here, Child of Wind and Sky?"

    What do you reply

    [] Write in

    OOC: So this happened. I was thinking about the next part for tomorrow and it occurred to me that someone should challenge you before you got to the queen given your unusual traveling companions and that this would be quite a short update. One thing lead to another and here we are, a third update if a short one. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    So we want to meet the Dryad Queen and establish friendly relations with her Court. I think that's all we really need to say in reply to Silverhorn's question. The meat of the encounter is still covered in @Crake's last vote.
     
    Goldfish said:
    So we want to meet the Dryad Queen and establish friendly relations with her Court. I think that's all we really need to say in reply to Silverhorn's question. The meat of the encounter is still covered in @Crake's last vote.
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    Yeah, there's not much to say here. It's basically a repeat of the previous vote. No real need for us to get detailed.

    [X] We wish to meet the queen of this court and establish friendly relations with her.
     
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