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

Azel said:

@DragonParadox, @Goldfish, proposal for pricing rebalancing of the powered armor.

Valyrian Steel

Mythral

Adamantine

Imperial Steel

Enchanting

Total

pounds

IM

pounds

IM

pounds

IM

pounds

IM

IM

pounds

IM

Warden Armor

old

50​

5000​

20​

2000​

10​

800​

0​

0​

8000​

80​

15800​

new

0​

0​

20​

2000​

10​

800​

50​

10000​

4000​

80​

16800​

difference

-50​

-5000​

0​

0​

0​

0​

50​

10000​

-4000​

0​

1000​

Warden Shield

old

28​

2800​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

1800​

28​

4600​

new

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

28​

5600​

1000​

28​

6600​

difference

-28​

-2800​

0​

0​

0​

0​

28​

5600​

-800​

0​

2000​

Warlord Armor

old

65​

6500​

26​

2600​

12​

960​

0​

0​

13000​

103​

23060​

new

0​

0​

30​

3000​

20​

1600​

80​

16000​

6000​

130​

26600​

difference

-65​

-6500​

4​

400​

8​

640​

80​

16000​

-7000​

27​

3540​

Warlord Shield

old

28​

2800​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

2500​

28​

5300​

new

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

28​

5600​

1700​

28​

7300​

difference

-28​

-2800​

0​

0​

0​

0​

28​

5600​

-800​

0​

2000​

Titan Armor

old

75​

7500​

30​

3000​

14​

1120​

0​

0​

20000​

119​

31620​

new

0​

0​

45​

4500​

25​

2000​

100​

20000​

10000​

170​

36500​

difference

-75​

-7500​

15​

1500​

11​

880​

100​

20000​

-10000​

51​

4880​

Titan Shield

old

28​

2800​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

3300​

28​

6100​

new

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

0​

28​

5600​

2500​

28​

8100​

difference

-28​

-2800​

0​

0​

0​

0​

28​

5600​

-800​

0​

2000​

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DragonParadox said:

Looks good on my end @Azel

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egoo said:

Is Chapter-Master Sandor gonna be "totes OP" after we Praetorize and gear him out?

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Azel said:

@DragonParadox, will Sandor cross the threashold from Medium to Large due to his Praetori conversion and will he get the benefits of the size increase?

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egoo said:

Is Chapter-Master Sandor gonna be "totes OP" after we Praetorize and gear him out?

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DragonParadox said:

Daughter of Sand and Flame ​

Fifth Day of the Third Month

Rhaenys Targaryen, once princess of the Seven Kingdoms, knew in a vague sort of way that she was not like other girls. It was way the shadows played in the evenings when the wind blew from the east, it was the way she could see magic edged balefire her mother did not see, it the whisper of dreams at the back of her mind promising answers great and small. But she trusted her aunt Dany that those answers could wait for a bit while she grew bigger, mommy and uncle Oberyn, and her Lord Grandfather and Grandmother Rhaella, and uncle Viserys could handle all the messy grown up stuff, but sometimes she was curious to see just a peek behind the curtain.

They would be writing whole books about this moment she was pretty sure. And then what would she say when her own daughters asked about it? Sorry, mommy was still playing with dollies then and doesn't know anything? Rhaenys didn't want to say that, didn't want her still vague grown up sort of self to look silly, so she asked just a few questions. Alright maybe a bit more than a few, mommy had that little uneven smile that was proud and a little worried, but uncle Viserys was taking her seriously, so there.

"To answer your questions in the order you asked them, niece, I am going to Westeros in secret to do work in the light of day. If people catch Viserys Targaryen running around the realm playing japes on his enemies, the Crown will be taken less seriously, which on the whole usually isn't a good thing, because the Crown represents so much all at once. It has to do the work of many people, and so when I need to play a trick out in the open, even I have to act as someone else, as an Inquisitor often might. Because the Inquisitor is also representing--acting in place of--the Crown, in his own way, so he or she too, when acting with their own face, must be taken just as seriously."

"So kings can't afford to be silly?" Rhaenys asked, a little horrified. She was suddenly glad that her father had never been king so she wouldn't have to be queen. She felt a little guilty about it, since she knew Grandmother Rhaella missed her son, but it's not like Rhaenys was going to tell her, so it was alright.

"Inquisitors and Kings have that much in common. We can't make mistakes," her uncle agreed solemnly. Then with a smile that came up like the sun behind clouds, he added, "But Buttercup the bard can."

"That is a silly name," Rhaenys proclaimed with certainty. Turning to her grandmother, she asked, "Don't you think that is a silly name?"

"A bit," a smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. "I rather imagine that is the point."

"As to Dorne," her silver haired uncle continued, "you should always treat words given in oath and pledge in the spirit in which they were exchanged. So act as though they are afforded the due protection and consideration as you would one who raises your banners in truth, because you will expect them to act in your interest even while dissembling--faking--their allegiance, their loyalty, to others."

"What's so special about their oaths?" the girl asked, confused. "It's not like they are fey or spirits bound to their word. Us mortals have the power to change our minds much quicker, don't we?"

Mother laughed. "She has you there, your Grace." To Rhaenys she added. "We Martells are special because we have always been more scrupulous about treating a word in the spirit rather than the latter it was meant, and less shy to show it. If you learn more history you'll find out how too."

Urgh.. history. Learning from books was a lot slower than learning from dreams. Still, Rhaenys nodded like she was expected to. This wasn't the place to get into the unfairness of books.

"A lie isn't inherently wrong, but the context and reasoning behind that lie should always be taken into account before you speak an untruth. Often, speaking truth from a certain point of view is always better, as it keeps you from falling into bad habits, like getting chocolate all over your clothes!" Her uncle continued with a laugh that went around the room.

"So it's good to act like a fey... no, not good, useful," the little princess smiles slyly.

"Now you've done it," her mommy sighed dramatically, but she didn't really mean it. Mommy went quiet when she was angry, not showy like she was pretending to be Uncle Oberyn "She'll be telling not-really-lies for practice next."

Real uncle Oberyn was laughing.

"Always consider who you are speaking to," Uncle Viserys hastened to add, though there was a gleam of laughter in her eye too. "I would not lie to Lord Brune or Lord Velaryon, even if I had to share uncomfortable truths with either man, because I respect them too much. But I might omit--avoid speaking--certain truths to protect both of them, and I would share my reasoning with them if asked. This is because we trust one another."

"What about if you didn't trust or distrust someone, like children at court I don't really know?" Rhaenys asked. She had been meaning to ask mommy about it, but she had a feeling she would fall on the side of making more friends since she really wanted Rhaenys to do that.

"For someone in the middle, I would simply avoid placing the! in the position to ever learn what I do not wish to speak, and an avowed foe I would not hesitate to lie to in the least, though I might refrain from it as I spoke earlier, to avoid being placed in a precarious--a dangerous--position in the future." After a moment, he added, "You shouldn't really let people just hang in the middle like that. They could be your future friends..."

"Or enemies," she finished, feeling herself go cold. She knew about enemies, even if she didn't like to remember.

"Remember we are all here to protect you from enemies, you don't have to worry about them yet," her uncle said putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing lightly. She was glad her uncle always knew what the right amount of touching was right. She might have done something silly like freeze up if he tried to hug her, but this was nice.

OOC: The reason Rhaegar is 'father' and Elia is 'mommy' is that Rhaegar was always a distant figure in her life whereas Elia was always there. Buttercup coming up right after this. I think we'll ave three updates today. Not yet edited.

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Acolyte said:

No lie, I would totally add buttercup to every one of my games if I could rhyme worth a damn. God i love being less serious than viseryis, he so straighlaced.

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DragonParadox said:

Of Smoke and Rain ​

Fifth Day of the Third Month

Although it is yet four hours to sundown, it might as well be evening in Raintown. As you approach the gate to the faint clop of borrowed horses, it lies under clouds heavy enough to justify the name twice over, rivulets of water spilling out over weathered stone, though the bulk of it seems content to hang above it like a curtain of lead threatening to drop. The smell of charred wood hits you before you even reach the gate and the scowls of the gate guards are not much more welcoming to your rather colorful cavalcade.

Between your own bright yellow doublet, Xor's hat pinned with the azure tail feather of a Summer island bird, and Dany choosing to glamor her hair the same shade as Melisandre's, the three of you admittedly look like you had fallen off the stage in some lighthearted festival play. Alas, Raintown is in no state to host festivals, but the glint of silver still draws the eye and you are waved through with only a few suspicious looks.

"So what's the plan, just head into the middle of town and start playing?" Dany asks, her words a soft hiss of draconic. "I think the locals might find it a little startling when the burned timbers start righting themselves and scattered stone gathering in flocks. They are already jumpy about strange wizards, and strange wizards singing mocking songs about Tywin Lannister... well, it won't be hard to guess where we're coming from."

"It's not supposed to be," you point out. "The blow against the Lannister propaganda will land all the heavier if it is overt, and it's not as though lord Wylde will object with his daughter in the Scholarum, even if she is officially dead."

"It's not them calling for Buttercup's head I'm concerned about. You've threaded tighter needles" your sister giggles. "But you are going to have to explain where you got the magic harp from and why you're doing this or someone might take it into their heads to start an invasion."

"In the Stormlands? This is hardly Crakclaw Point," you counter dubiously as you ride into the half-deserted market square, already considering the charred ruins and walls half-rebuilt. Maybe you can do a bit about widening the roads while you are here... A few days will not turn this place into Sorcerer's Deep, but you can at least give them roads down which they can drive three donkeys abreast.

"There were bandits not twenty leagues from here in the woods claiming to be loyalists," your sister counters. "Granted, they were mostly in it for the plunder, but if you start working miracles in the name of 'The Dragon Over the Water', I wouldn't be shocked if someone took into his head to spark a rebellion or at least a riot."

"There is a lot of anger hanging in the air here," Xor agrees sadly.

How do you start your reconstruction efforts?

[] As a mysterious bard from the east who would like a drink at the local inn, alas it has burned down so he lends a hand to fix it

[] A friendly fellow who calls the rod his home pays a visit to the septon who calmed the crowds as they had been about to attack a Silver Serpent ship and asks where he might start fixing the town by magic

[] Write in

OOC: A bit short, but I thought I would give you guys the chance to shape the entrance here. Not yet edited.

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