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

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The reason it hasn't bothered casting is the four Archmages standing around prepared to counterspell them...
 
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Adhoc vote count started by Goldfish on Aug 8, 2020 at 4:57 PM, finished with 53 posts and 15 votes.
  • [X] Maximum Richard
    -[X] Viserys uses Wild Arcana to cast a Mass Heal spell on Richard as a Swift Action, then Blood Wishes a Shield Other spell on him.
    -[X] Lya uses Wild Arcana to cast Legendary Proportions on Richard (increasing his overall attack bonus by +2, his damage bonus by +4, his HP by +34, and his AC by +6). If necessary, she uses Alter Fortune to help Dany's spell affect Anu-Simung.
    -[X] Tyene targets Anu-Simung with a Quickened Chains of Light (DC 24 Reflex save negates, ignores SR). If that fails, she tries again.
    -[X] Vee moves to Viserys' location and prepares to cast Heal on him if needed, but otherwise prepares to Counterspell anything Anu-Simung attempts to cast. If necessary, she uses Alter Fortune to help Dany's spell affect him.
    -[X] Dany targets Anu-Simung with a Chains of Light (DC 25 Reflex save negates, ignores SR). Shee uses her Ring of Spell-Battle and Battlemagic Perception spell as necessary.
    -[X] Amrelath uses Blood Wind again to continue attacking Anu-Simung from outside melee range.
    -[X] Oathkeeper casts False Life (+1d10+10 Temp HP) on Richard.
    -[X] Richard activates his belt as part of his next Full Round attack, adding a +3d6 damage bonus to his first attack (+45/+45/+40/+35/+30, 7d6 + 34; 17-20/x2). Once the opportunity presents itself, he will use one Mythic power to activate his Sudden Block ability (increasing AC by +2 against Anu-Simung's next attack and allowing Richard to make another attack with a full attack bonus).
    [X] Maximum Richard
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Adhoc vote count started by Goldfish on Aug 8, 2020 at 4:57 PM, finished with 53 posts and 15 votes.
  • [X] Maximum Richard
    -[X] Viserys uses Wild Arcana to cast a Mass Heal spell on Richard as a Swift Action, then Blood Wishes a Shield Other spell on him.
    -[X] Lya uses Wild Arcana to cast Legendary Proportions on Richard (increasing his overall attack bonus by +2, his damage bonus by +4, his HP by +34, and his AC by +6). If necessary, she uses Alter Fortune to help Dany's spell affect Anu-Simung.
    -[X] Tyene targets Anu-Simung with a Quickened Chains of Light (DC 24 Reflex save negates, ignores SR). If that fails, she tries again.
    -[X] Vee moves to Viserys' location and prepares to cast Heal on him if needed, but otherwise prepares to Counterspell anything Anu-Simung attempts to cast. If necessary, she uses Alter Fortune to help Dany's spell affect him.
    -[X] Dany targets Anu-Simung with a Chains of Light (DC 25 Reflex save negates, ignores SR). Shee uses her Ring of Spell-Battle and Battlemagic Perception spell as necessary.
    -[X] Amrelath uses Blood Wind again to continue attacking Anu-Simung from outside melee range.
    -[X] Oathkeeper casts False Life (+1d10+10 Temp HP) on Richard.
    -[X] Richard activates his belt as part of his next Full Round attack, adding a +3d6 damage bonus to his first attack (+45/+45/+40/+35/+30, 7d6 + 34; 17-20/x2). Once the opportunity presents itself, he will use one Mythic power to activate his Sudden Block ability (increasing AC by +2 against Anu-Simung's next attack and allowing Richard to make another attack with a full attack bonus).
    [X] Maximum Richard
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Interlude DCCCLX: Battle of Smith's Sorrows, Part Eleven
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    • Battle of Smith's Sorrows, Part Eleven​

    Twenty-Third of the Second Month 294 AC

    Mereth drew her sword from the withered husk of an unliving sorcerer with more force than was strictly necessary, sending a plume of corpse dust into the air, almost enough to mask the scent of blood though not the screams. The war cries she could appreciate, but the ones screaming for their mothers always set her teeth on edge from the sheer irrationality. What did they imagine their mothers would be able to do here and now? Perhaps they should train legionaries to scream for a healer rather than waste their breath. She sliced off another grasping arm, putting her frustration into the blow.

    "The god thing has shown itself," the voice reaching out to her was soft but urgent.

    God, the fury scoffed. Mortals would pray to anything that stood still long enough to give obeisance, and at times even to things that didn't. They prayed to rocks and streams, to the clouds for rain and the land for bounty that depended upon their own work...

    The thought upon the general fecklessness of mortals broke off abruptly as the image that came with the young dragon's thought permeated her thoughts. Ser Richard Lonmouth holding off a accursed idol surrounded by circling dragons and sorcerers, their hands bright with power. She watched in her mind's eye as the knight's shield shattered under the blow of a storm-touched hammer.

    In a moment she was elsewhere, the thought following her upon paths of brimstone and shadow. If the King was keeping his distance there was a good reason for it, likely the same reason his Sworn Sword was dueling the thing.

    ***​

    Though Mereth could have chosen to manifest near at hand and add her own blows to the battle from the start she chose instead to manifest high above the battle for caution's sake, but also for respect of the one now facing the foe. There were few things more distracting in a duel than unexpected, unsolicited aid from one who could easily become the foe's next target.

    Bow strung in one hand and arrow in the other she watched as the knight grew under the power of the young archmage until he could look his foe in the cranked ruin of a face, and she watched as the Dragon King wove threads of blood red light between himself and his Sworn Sword, warding one life with another. Tactically sound, but Ser Richard would hate it, she knew.

    Spells of light and binding whipped harmlessly around the idol as it moved with a swiftness that belied its heavy form. In one impossible leap the thing was flying in truth, the air more its domain than earth could ever be. In flight sword and hammer traded blows, each in own own way masterful, for the idol the chance to turn its weakness of flying off into a strength and landing a glancing blow upon the knights' helm, and for Ser Richard the chance to strike again at the leg he was already carving through.

    Viserys takes 20 Damage

    Ser Richard loses 20 Temporary HP

    As the battle rose into the air it was clear the dead thing was more agile, the very wind seeming to twist and turn to its whims, deflecting blows that should have landed true, but the wings made in a dragons' image did grant the knight an advantage in simple speed. Stone was cracked and bone was shattered, arcane metal under the weapons of lost divinity screamed.

    Any mortal Mereth had known in all her long life would have long since broken under the onslaught. Just as he seemed poised to finally chop the leg off the a dreadful will gathered railed against the end. "No," said the once-god, its voice like thunder that consumed sound, as it delivered a second than a third blow strong enough to snap ribs under armor like dry twigs.

    Viserys and Ser Richard take 58 Damage Each

    Mereth shot, four arrows becoming eight, of them two arcing perfectly to lodge in the hollows of the things eyes, but in the last moment a gust of cursed wind batted them away to fall into the mass of dead below.

    "Fuck you!" Richard spat, catching the haft of the hammer on his sword and pushing it aside. What the rejoinder lacked in refinement it more than made up for in sheer skill at arms as he carved one last time into the stone of his foe's leg, taking it off before continuing to carve upward until it had cleaved off a chunk of what should have been its pelvis. Only when the body of his foe broke and fell around him did Ser Richard stop.

    Mereth's hell-blessed sight could almost see the air shimmer with growing potential, not magic but something deeper. It was no ordinary man who could spit defiance in the face of such a foe and rarer still the one who could match it, steel in hand and though she had learned long ago that the turning of the Spheres was not fair still all that was would acknowledge that potential.

    Ser Richard Gains a Mythic Rank

    What next?

    [] Hunt down the enemy mages and remaining bloody bones in the center to keep the hard hit First and Ninth Legions from taking more damage

    [] Focus on collapsing the flanks, the faster you encircle what remains of the enemy elites the sooner the battle will be done

    [] Write in

    OOC: Well, Ser Richard definitely got enough XP to level and a good bit of progress to his next mythic rank.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    "Fuck you!" Richard spat catching the haft of the hammer on his sword and pushing it aside . What the rejoinder lacked in refinement it more than made up for in sheer skill at arms as he carved one last time into the stone of his foe's leg, taking it off before continuing to carve upward until it had cleaved off a chunk of what should have been its pelvis. Only when the body of his foe broke and fell around him did Ser Richard stop.
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    And thus Ser Richard earned the title Godslayer! :D
    Tomcost said:
    *Disappointed magpie*
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    It's a shame, but this campaign as a whole means every Companion involved has made a ton of progress to the next Mythic Rank. I'm expecting the next big fight to be a breakthrough for nearly everyone.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Battle of Smith's Sorrows, Part Eleven​

    Twenty-Third of the Second Month 294 AC

    Mereth drew her sword from the withered husk of an unliving sorcerer with more force than was strictly necessary, sending a plume of corpse dust into the air. It was almost enough to mask the scent of blood, though not the screams. The war cries she could appreciate, but the ones screaming for their mothers always set her teeth on edge from the sheer irrationality. What did they imagine their mothers would have able to help here and now? Perhaps they should train legionaries to scream for a healer rather than waste their breath. She sliced off another grasping arm putting her frustration into the blow.

    "The god thing has shown itself," the voice reaching out to her was soft but urgent.

    God, the fury scoffed, mortals would pray to anything that stood still long enough to give obeisance and at times even to things that didn't. They prayed to rocks and streams, to the clouds for rain and the land for bounty that depended upon their own work...

    The thought upon the general fecklessness of mortals broke off abruptly as the image that came with the young dragon's message permeated her thoughts. Ser Richard Loudmouth holding off an accursed idol, surrounded by circling dragons and sorcerers, their hands bright with power. She watched in her mind's eye as the knight's shield shattered under the blow of a storm-touched hammer.

    In a moment she was elsewhere, the thought following her upon paths of brimstone and shadow, If he king was keeping his distance there was a good reason for it. Likely the same reason his Sworn Sword was dueling the thing.

    ***​

    Although Mereth could have chosen to manifest near at hand and add her own blows to the battle from the start, she chose instead to manifest high above the battle for caution's sake, but also for respect of the one now facing the foe. There were few things more distracting in a duel than unexpected, unsolicited aid from one who could easily become the foe's next target.

    Bow strung in one hand and arrow in the other, she watched as the knight grew under the power of the young archmage until he could look his foe in the cracked ruin of a face. She watched as the dragon king wove threads of blood red light between himself and his Sworn Sword, warding one life with another. Tactically sound, but Richard would hate it, she knew.

    Spells of light and binding whipped harmlessly around the idol as it moved with a swiftness that belied its heavy form. In one impossible leap the thing was flying in truth, the air more its domain than earth could ever be. In flight, sword and hammer traded blows, each in their own way masterful. For the idol it was the chance to turn its weakness on flying off into strength to land a glancing blow upon the knights' helm, and for Ser Richard the chance to strike again at the leg he was already carving though.

    Viserys takes 20 Damage

    Ser Richard loses 20 Temporary HP

    As the battle rose into the air it was clear the dead thing was more agile, the very wind seeming to twist and turn to its whims, deflecting blows that should have landed true, but the wings made in dragons' image did grant the knight an advantage in simple speed. Stone was cracked and bone was shattered, arcane metal under the weapons of lost divinity screamed.

    Any mortal Mereth had known in all her long life would have long since broken under the onslaught. Just as he seemed poised to finally chop the leg off the idol, a dreadful will gathered railed against the end. "No," said the once-god, its voice like thunder that consumed sound, and delivered a second then a third blow strong enough to snap ribs under armor like dry twigs.

    Viserys and Ser Richard take 58 Damage Each

    Mereth shot, four arrows becoming eight, with two of them arcing perfectly to lodge in the hollows of the things eyes. In the last moment, however, a gust of cursed wind batted them away to fall into the mass of dead below.

    "Fuck you!" Richard spat catching the haft of the hammer on his sword and pushing it aside. What the rejoinder lacked in refinement, it more than made up for in sheer skill at arms as he carved one last time into the stone of his foe's leg, taking it off entirely before continuing to carve upward, until he had cleaved off a chunk of what should have been its pelvis. Only when the body of his foe broke and fell around him did Ser Richard stop.

    What next?

    [] Hunt down the enemy mages and remaining bloody bones in the center to keep the hard hit First and Ninth Legions from taking more damage

    [] Focus on collapsing the flanks, the faster you encircle what remains of the enemy elites the sooner the battle will be done

    [] Write in

    OOC: Well Ser Richard definitely got enough XP to level and a good bit of progress to his next mythic rank. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Though Mereth could have chosen to manifest near at hand and add her own blows to the battle from the start she chose instead to manifest high above the battle for caution's sake, but also for respect of the one now facing the foe. There were few things more distracting in a duel than unexpected, unsolicited aid from one who could easily become the foe's next target.
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    "He can handle it himself"

    DragonParadox said:
    Viserys and Ser Richard take 58 Damage Each

    Mereth shot, four arrows becoming eight, of them two arcing perfectly to lodge in the hollows of the things eyes, but int he last moment a just of cursed wind batted them away to fall into the mass of dead below.
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    "It's not like I was trying to help you, b-baka!"
     
    I feel this is an appropriate song to commemorate Richard's triumph.

    The Power of Thy Sword
    Lord of battle I pray on bended knee conquest by the rising sun
    I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand
    glory and a broken sword.
    I'm the master of the world I have no fear of man or beast
    Born inside the soul of the world
    Riding hard breaking bone with steel and stone
    Eternal might I was born to wield.
    Let us drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
    Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
    Great heroes charge into the fight
    From the north to the south in the black of night
    The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
    Gods of war feel the power of my sword
    Drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
    Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
    Great heroes charge into the fight
    From the north to the south in the black of night
    Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
    I laugh at my fate
    Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
    You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !
    The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
    Gods of war feel the power of my sword
    The clash of honor calls
    I will stand when others fall
    Open magic doors
    The will know the power of my sword
    There is blood in my hands there is blood in my eyes
    With blood in my voice I scream as you die
    Thirsting for vengeance and mounds of the slain
    Shaking the forest onto the plain
    Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
    I laugh at my fate
    Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
    You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !
    The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
    Gods of war feel the power of my sword
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    [X] Hunt down the enemy mages and remaining bloody bones in the center to keep the hard hit First and Ninth Legions from taking more damage
     
    That was a very satisfying Mereth interlude, @DragonParadox.

    A lot of her Infernal nature shows through in her inner monologue, but then she gets the message about Richard fighting Anu-Simung and she's off to get a front row seat. 😈
     
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