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[X] Goldfish
Season 8 only hurts because GoT started out so good, making it an easy and very sharp comparison.Twilight's been dethroned by Game of Thrones: Season 8. There is a new king of horrendous writing.
Twilight's been dethroned by Game of Thrones: Season 8. There is a new king of horrendous writing.
The Twilight franchise has supremely screwed over the Quiluete tribe. It deserves all the hate it gets.I thought the times of casting Twilight as the worst thing ever were over some years ago?
I mean it's bad, but there have always been bad books, be they full of boring writing, illogical stories, or contain harmful messages.
I mean, just look at the years of supernatural romance that followed, many being just as bad or worse, pure cash-grabs or unfortunatly published semi-fanfiction and without even the tiny sparks of potential creativity buried under the heap of dung that was Twilight.
I've read up to thereNot all, just most. But the ones I do have are in order:
Mistborn Daughter
Final Slumber
Lost But Not Forgotten
Through Winter's Shadow Passing
Mist and Mystery
Following the Signs
In Hope of Wisdom
Ancient Reckoning
Of Snares and Foxes
Uncommon Lineage
Of Spoils and Skulls
The Trail Lore Half-Lost
A Most Auspicious Trade
Concord of the Spheres Part Eleven
In the High Reaches
Creatures Foul and Fair
Raids Near and Far
Threads of the Past
A Tale of Missed Steps
Of Oaths and Runes
Between Mountain and Vale
*looks at Qyburn*It is likely that a void-tainted book would make cabal devils' lore look downright safe by comparison.
I love watching all the players interact and plan and see how things come to life, but it slows things down dramatically. I alternate between reading it all and skipping the stuff between chapters.Big props to you, I just caught up a week ago after spending over a year catching up with breaks due to life happening.
Reading everything instead of just the reader mode is ironman stuff!
I would like to learn more about this.The Twilight franchise has supremely screwed over the Quiluete tribe. It deserves all the hate it gets.
It's a powerful combo, but only useful against certain types of enemies. Avasculate doesn't work on anything immune to Death Effects and Power Word: Petrify doesn't work on anything Immune to Compulsion effects. We don't fight many enemies nowadays that aren't Immune to at least one of these.One day... one day I will get someone to use one of those broken no save combos like Avascuate and Power Word Petrify
[X] Goldfish
It's a powerful combo, but only useful against certain types of enemies. Avasculate doesn't work on anything immune to Death Effects and Power Word: Stun doesn't work on anything Immune to Compulsion effects. We don't fight many enemies nowadays that aren't Immune to at least one of these.
Sorry, I meant PW: Petrify. It's also a Compulsion effect, though.... But I meant Petrify! Instant capture! Or at least after Richard beats the hell out of it!
Sorry, I meant PW: Petrify. It's also a Compulsion effect, though.
We are currently infiltrating his main facilities under the Rock, so yes.I might have missed it at some point.. Do we have eyes on the Westerlands and Tywin enough to prevent him from opening a portal to hell, or ally to any one of our enemies once he realizes he has no way forward?
I mean as soon as Robert has died and followed shortly after with Jamie, Cersei and Kevan dying, he is kinda gonna get worried.
He isn't dumb enough to not see the writing on the wall. Kinda doubt he will just hole up at the rock and think he can beat us himself.
Kinda feel he is the kinda guy to decide ruling Westeros under the yoke of Asmodeus for example is better then his family and power destroyed and all power in his enemies hand.
We already know Lannister mages have been on other planes. So quite a large chance something not good would happen in the Westerlands.
We are currently infiltrating his main facilities under the Rock, so yes.
And no, please do not see this as a start to begin talking about increasingly paranoid scenarios. I'm not interested in having to design an undead surveillance tapeworm for Tywin Lannister.
Hello trophy.Before it could draw breath for another incantation, the king had taken advantage of the daemon's destruction to bind it in a prism of amber so vast it scraped the ceiling, so heavy it shattered the stairs with and almighty crack.
Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.Snaring Midnight
Eleventh Day of the Third Month 294 AC
Zherys had never spent much time in the company of the Ibbenese, their crude manners and hollow boasts grating to the ear. He was thus perhaps more relieved than was altogether wise to see the feast beginning to wind down, their 'host' having obtained whatever it desired of this night. Thankfully, the princess had not spent the whole evening looking to the wellbeing of some minor merchant of the isles. "I have the public facade of the mansion mapped out by ethereal scouts. My bet is that the daemonhost is going to go into one of the chambers they could not enter for fear of wards, libraries, or ritual chambers. No sense in wasting hours giving its host more than the minimum amount of sleep when the poor bastard will decompose in a matter of months and be too far gone for public outings in weeks."
"How certain are you of that diagnosis?" Zherys asked over the same mental web that bound the four of them and the newly arrived Lord Vanor.
"Enough to stake an enemy's life on, but not any of ours," came the instant reply as the princess caught his eye from across the room, a proud tilt to her shoulders, a spark of humor in her eye. Almost enough to make one regret putting off securing his own family succession, though sadly Zherys doubted any children he might sire would be good company, not to mention useful near as swiftly as young Daenerys.
"We need to catch up to the daemon before it gets to wherever it is going then, while it is in known areas of the house." The king drew the wayfinder and tossed it to his sister.
A pair of guards, previously standing silent by the door, were starting to move, perhaps a bit too swiftly for living things... but it was much too late. The five of them linked hands and with a lurch of the ground flying from under their feet, they were elsewhere. The thing was half way up a flight of stairs and they were at the bottom.
In a flash almost faster than the eye could follow, the substance of reality rippled at the king's command, a pair of warding spells collapsing before the daemon-host even had the time to whirl about to face them. Then it seemed as though the battle was over before it had begun, the Ibbenese merchant trapped in a cage of amber light that turned solid in an instant.
Alas, that was not to be. The stuff of primal darkness spills forth through the amber, seeming to disdain the matter of its prison just as it did its dying host. For a moment the thing seems too large to fit in the chamber, or perhaps the world entire, a curse of unmaking spat from one of its many mouths.
Zherys Naethyreon was not one to expect easy triumphs and so he was ready still to pit mortal lore thirty years in the finding against whatever lore of ageless horror had begotten that thing. So did the skill prove itself that day, the curse stillborn upon the fiend's many tongues. The battle mage's ring upon his finger burned white hot denying the thing its second flight.
Although Lord Vanor sought to trap it, this time in it true form, the bindings seemed to crumble at the touch of half-glimpsed flesh. Taking heart, if heart such a thing could be said to have one, it raised a wall of shimmering blue light that illuminated naught but itself before it, cutting off the westerosi knight barely two steps from striking it. Again Zherys set himself against the working, the memory of every torturous attempt to gather power like dewdrops in the Red Wastes in his mind.
So it had been, and for that moment, for that one fiend so it was. The wall of power died in an instant... and dragonsteel tasted corrupted flesh, a moment later the enemy had been bound in place by the princess' spell.
Before it could draw breath for another incantation, the king had taken advantage of the daemon's destruction to bind it in a prism of amber so vast it scraped the ceiling, so heavy it shattered the stairs with an almighty crack.
What do you do next?
[] Take the daemon and go, no one will miss it
[] Try to recover the former Damon Host as well
-[] To take captive
-[] Heal and release
[] Attempt to clear out any arcane and business documents in the manse
[] Write in
OOC: I did play a bit fast and lose with the initiative at the beginning, putting Malarys' attempted binding between the daemon's actions but seeing as it failed the result was the same either way and the narrative flowed better. Not yet edited.