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

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DragonParadox said:
I think it was swapped out because it's situational and you can get it with ancestral awakening when you do need it.
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No, we exchanged it as a SLA for a different SLA which was even more situational.
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Spell-Like Abilities (Sp): At Will: Pyrotechnics, 1/Day: (Detect Secret Doors or Protection from Chaos), (Calm Emotions or Detect Thoughts), (Clairaudience/Clairvoyance or Magic Circle against Chaos)
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Oct 15, 2020 at 10:28 AM, finished with 42 posts and 22 votes.
  • [X] Plan [SPOONIENESS INTENSIFIES]
    -[X] Play the songs about Ser Geralt and the tourney in the Reach, including the Ser Fossoway song. Your adoring fans deserve to hear their favorites.
    -[X] Finish with a jaunty and slightly lewd song fit for a feast and have Dany secretly dreamcast a Control Weather to get rid of the clouds.
    -[X] After the last song is played, thank the kind people for sharing their story and wish them the good days ahead, then proclaim you will now use a grand magic trick that you learned from a great sorcerer to vanish.
    --[X] Play a few very serious and powerful notes on your magic lute:
    --[X] Use a Silent Stilled Bloodwish to create a cloud of smoke after miming to throw a smokebomb on the ground, then just leg it and make sure you are "accidentally" spotted.
    -[X] Wait a few days and then :turian: accidentally :turian: stumble :turian: over the Lads in the Riverlands.
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@Azel We should make it a running joke to always play the Ser Fossoway song at least once per Buttercup encounter. Sometimes even when it's not appropriate to the occasion... no, especially.

One day it will edge out "Rains of Castamere" for ear-worm of the century.
 
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Crake said:
@Azel We should make it a running joke to always play the Ser Fossoway song at least once per Buttercup encounter. Sometimes even when it's not appropriate to the occasion... no, especially.

One day it will edge out "Rains of Castamere" for ear-worm of the century.
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The court recognises the gentleman's notion.

Any objections? No?

Then notion passed!

*bangs squeaky hammer on the table*
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Oct 15, 2020 at 10:28 AM, finished with 42 posts and 22 votes.
  • [X] Plan [SPOONIENESS INTENSIFIES]
    -[X] Play the songs about Ser Geralt and the tourney in the Reach, including the Ser Fossoway song. Your adoring fans deserve to hear their favorites.
    -[X] Finish with a jaunty and slightly lewd song fit for a feast and have Dany secretly dreamcast a Control Weather to get rid of the clouds.
    -[X] After the last song is played, thank the kind people for sharing their story and wish them the good days ahead, then proclaim you will now use a grand magic trick that you learned from a great sorcerer to vanish.
    --[X] Play a few very serious and powerful notes on your magic lute:
    --[X] Use a Silent Stilled Bloodwish to create a cloud of smoke after miming to throw a smokebomb on the ground, then just leg it and make sure you are "accidentally" spotted.
    -[X] Wait a few days and then :turian: accidentally :turian: stumble :turian: over the Lads in the Riverlands.
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Part MMMDCLXVII: From Storms to Rivers Flowin
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    • From Storms to Rivers Flowing ​

    Fifth Day of the Third Month

    You sing the song of Ser Geralt and his doings at Ashford, you sing songs of the Rotten Apple and the arrows he fired in vain, and through it all there's laughter and merriment to match the cheer of such a day when magic was bound to set aright what flame and mischance had ruined. It is an easy thing to forget that the smallfolk of Westeros are no more likely than the people of Esssos or other realms to refuse magic that betters their lives.

    For all the fears and distrust sown in these last years, simple farmers and craftsmen can ill afford the luxury of standing on principle against the rising tide of change. Give them what they want, what they need, given them better lives or even just give them Buttercup and his songs, and they will cheer and toast and laugh while the local septon blesses the whole affair.

    "You want me to do what?" Dany asks, you can practically hear the eye-roll in her words. "Clear the sky just to set the stage? Next you'll be using wishes for illusion..."

    "Now there's an idea..." you answer slyly, before launching into a jaunty tune to match the moonlight slipping though the clouds:

    In the boozer
    you're a loser
    if the dice you're shaking.
    You'll get hurt
    and lose your shirt,
    sit there cold and quaking.
    Lady Luck, your gifts are bad,
    you trick us, then you make us mad,
    make us gamble, make us fight,
    and sit out in the cold all night.    ​

    "Singing's thirsty work," you add with a wink and a deep drink of your fourth cup of the evening, inwardly glad your crown guards you from feeling any ill effects. Still, it would be poor form in any Stormlander gathering if you didn't act at least a little tipsy by the end of the night. You feign a little slur to your voice before gamely shaking it off and picking the tune up again:

    'Brrr!' The naked loser moans,
    when he's cold and left alone,
    shakes and shivers as he groans:
    'I wish I could be
    asleep under a tree
    With a hot sunshine warming my bones.'
    But now let's roll the dice again
    and win some drinking money!
    Who thinks about Autumn's rain
    while it's still warm and sunny?    ​

    Good natured laughter rings rings through the streets. You had seen more of moon than sun this day. As the last note fades you rise to your feet, still a little 'unsteady', motioning to Xor to get a little closer since he had drifted off a bit while talking about local legends and histories with some of the elders. "Many thanks for your hosting, your tales, and your kindness to unexpected guests. Now let us end with a bit of magic I learned from a very... very great sorcerer whose name I will not speak lightly..."

    Most of the locals are still laughing indulgently, though a few are starting to look wary. As it happens your next trick really is a powerful spell, wishcraft in fact, but that is not what it looks like. What it looks like is you dropping a smokebomb of multi-colored smoke and not quite getting out in time before a trio of children spot you 'making your escape'. That should give them plenty of things to talk and brag about in the next two days.

    All the wariness is gone now that the 'great magic' had proven trickery and you have cemented the story of Buttercup as a singer with a magic lute, not any sort of wizard. Just because you are having fun doesn't mean you shouldn't establish your personas properly.

    ***​

    Seventh Day of the Third Month

    Dany is back in the Deep, spending a day with your mother, not at court, just the two of them talking and keeping each other company on a flight around the island. Buttercup finds himself once more in the company of 'Ser Geralt' as well as Xor's tinker guise under the eves of Riverlander woods, not far from the the waters of the Trident.

    You know from reports that the Lads have established a base in preparation for the invasion a few miles from here just like at the Bay of Crabs, Darry, Southstone, and Blackwood, but it's here that you'll find Benjicot Brown and Tom Sevenstreams. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to introduce Buttercup the false singer to the man who had been no small part in inspiring his existence.

    "Cheerful ain't they?" Ser Richard asks, sounding a little disapproving. Indeed you can hear the sound of loud voices rising in celebration between the trees long before you 'stumble' into the sentinel. There probably aren't a lot of people combing these woods for brigands these days, but still...

    "Could've been a bit less heavy with that mace, Jon, and we'd have had three Lannisters to send off to His Grace instead of two..." you catch as you approach the camp flanked by courteous, but insistent Lads.

    Looks like you are not the only one who had the idea of sending folk from King's Landing to the 'safety' of the Westerlands. Still, you can't show yourself too interested in the matter from the start or you might look like a Lannister spy. That would be awkward.

    How do you introduce Buttercup to the Lads?

    [] Write in

    OOC: I've been rolling random dice for lad activities every turn and now is when they get a 98. I swear the dice have a sense of drama sometimes.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    From Storms to Rivers Flowing ​

    Fifth Day of the Third Month

    You sing the song of Ser Geralt and his doings at Ashford, you sing songs of the Rotten Apple and the arrows he fired in vain, and through it all there's laughter and merriment to match the cheer of such a day when magic was bound to set aright what flame and mischance had ruined. It is an easy thing to forget that the smallfolk of Westeros are no more likely than the people of Esssos or other realms to refuse magic that betters their lives.

    For all the fears and distrust sown in these last years, simple farmers and craftsmen can ill afford the luxury of standing on principle against the rising tide of change. Give them what they want, what they need, given them better lives or even just give them Buttercup and his songs, and they will cheer and toast and laugh while the local septon blesses the whole affair.

    "You want me to do what?" Dany asks, you can practically hear the eye-roll in her words. "Clear the sky just to set the stage? Next you'll be using wishes for illusion..."

    "Now there's an idea..." you answer slyly, before launching into a jaunty tune to match the moonlight slipping though the clouds:

    "In the boozer
    you're a loser
    if the dice you're shaking.
    You'll get hurt
    and lose your shirt,
    sit there cold and quaking.
    Lady Luck, your gifts are bad,
    you trick us, then you make us mad,
    make us gamble, make us fight,
    and sit out in the cold all night."    ​

    "Singing's thirsty work," you add with a wink and a deep drink of your fourth cup of the evening, inwardly glad your crown guards you from feeling any ill effects. Still, it would be poor form in any Stormlander gathering if you didn't act at least a little tipsy by the end of the night. You feign a little slur to your voice before gamely shaking it off and picking the tune up again:

    'Brrr!' The naked loser moans,
    when he's cold and left alone,
    shakes and shivers as he groans:
    'I wish I could be
    asleep under a tree
    With a hot sunshine warming my bones.'
    But now let's roll the dice again
    and win some drinking money!
    Who thinks about Autumn's rain
    while it's still warm and sunny?    ​

    Good natured laughter rings rings through the streets. You had seen more of moon than sun this day. As the last note fades you rise to your feet, still a little 'unsteady', motioning to Xor to get a little closer since he had drifted off a bit while talking about local legends and histories with some of the elders. "Many thanks for your hosting, your tales, and your kindness to unexpected guests. Now let us end with a bit of magic I learned from a very... very great sorcerer whose name I will not speak lightly..."

    Most of the locals are still laughing indulgently, though a few are starting to look wary. As it happens your next trick really is a powerful spell, wishcraft in fact, but that is not what it looks like. What it looks like is you dropping a smokebomb of multi-colored smoke and not quite getting out in time before a trio of children spot you 'making your escape'. That should give them plenty of things to talk and brag about in the next two days.

    All the wariness is gone now that the 'great magic' had proven trickery and you have cemented the story of Buttercup as a singer with a magic lute, not any sort of wizard. Just because you are having fun doesn't mean you shouldn't establish your personas properly.

    ***​

    Seventh Day of the Third Month

    Dany is back in the deep, spending a day with your mother, not at court, just the two of them talking and keeping each other company on a flight around the island. Buttercup finds himself once more in the company of 'Ser Geralt' as well as Xor's tinker guise under the eves of Riverlander woods, not far from the the waters of the Trident.

    You know from reports that the Lads have established a base in preparation for the invasion a few miles from here just like at the Bay of Crabs, Darry, Southstone, and Blackwood, but it's here that you'll find Benjicot Brown and Tom Sevenstreams. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to introduce Buttercup the false singer to the man who had been no small part in inspiring his existence.

    "Cheerful ain't they?" Ser Richard asks, sounding a little disapproving. Indeed you can hear the sound of loud voices rising in celebration between the trees long before you 'stumble' into the sentinel. There probably aren't a lot of people combing these woods for brigands these days, but still...

    "Could've been a bit less heavy with that mace, Jon, and we'd have had three Lannisters to send off to His Grace instead of two..." you catch as you approach the camp flanked by courteous, but insistent Lads.

    Looks like you are not the only one who had the idea of sending folk from King's Landing to the 'safety' of the Westerlands. Still you can't show yourself too interested in the matter from the start or you might look like a Lannister spy. That would be awkward.

    How do you introduce Buttercup to the Lads?

    [] Write in

    OOC: I've been rolling random dice for lad activities every turn and now is when they get a 98. I swear the dice have a sense of drama sometimes. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Viserys does not know at the moment, but between the braziers and sending it should not be too hard to ascertain so I can tell you guys OOC:

    They killed Ser Stafford Lannister, Tywin's goodborther and captured both his his son Daven and elder daughter Cerenna.
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    Wow the Lads are really putting in work huh?

    Good lads.
     
    Still I could swear I know her from somewhere.

    If she wasn't relevant here, maybe she was in that big "Westerlands in Middle Earth" story over on SB and AH?
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Viserys does not know at the moment, but between the braziers and sending it should not be too hard to ascertain so I can tell you guys OOC:

    They killed Ser Stafford Lannister, Tywin's goodborther and captured both his his son Daven and elder daughter Cerenna.
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    Unfortunate that he died, but eh.

    Probably best to put them in the Dragons Roost while the palace is still being built.
     
    Oh fuck. Well, the Lads would be getting a lot of Lannister attention...if the Lannisters were still a functioning entity next month

    Edit: What were they even doing there?
     
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