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

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...ah yes. The reasons why I don't actually read Westeros chapters unless some magical shit's going in.
I remember now.

I'll just back off and leave things in the hands of those who can stand this, as usual, then.
 
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Interlude CMLVIII: Cutting Deep
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    • Cutting Deep ​

    First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    The being known to her kin as Shadow Under Bay Leaves and 'Blackie' to most of the mortal inhabitants of Winterfell enjoyed the lingering heat and subtle aromas of the kitchens in the afternoon. Wrinkled applies all the more flavorful for the months they had been preserved mingled with the scent of sour cress ready to be diced, black peeper and succulent lamb.

    Begotten of shadow was she and born of green growing things also but at the day's end she was still a cat, if one of uncommon coat, one of seven commanded by the Last Greenseer to see to the protection of Winterfell. She knew vaguely that he considered the number some sort of jest, but she had never cared to enter the small temple of the new gods or to remember the dreams of blood and pain. The deaths of rats, squirrels and other scurrying things were enough to be getting on with and she had quite a few of them today, seasoned with pilfered spices.

    Just as Shadow was nodding off she heard the door creak open and a familiar red haired boy slip through, likely with a mind to steal something more substantial than spices. Young humans in Shadow's opinion were quite comically ill-equipped to acquire their own meals, though this one at least showed base cunning in acquiring it.

    Her ears twitched with the sound of tapping above at the edge of her senses... she looked up a moment too late.

    There, clinging to the ceiling by some strange sorcery, was a pale figure garbed in tattered wolf furs bearing a scythe blacked with soot. The boy did not even have that moment's hopeless warning. One moment he had been reaching for a pie, a smile on his face, the next his arm had been sliced off two inches above the elbow as the blade sliced through flesh as easily as air.

    For a long moment Robb Stark looked in horror at the stump of his arm and at the monster in human skin that had taken it from him. Then he screamed in uncomprehending pain.

    Looking upon the assassin now more clearly illuminated in the light of the dying hearthfire, Shadow knew she was outmatched. Alive in body... alive in flesh... dead inside, deader than the bones in the crypt, deader than the beasts whose flesh the folk of Winterfell feasted on, empty and lost beyond hope of recall, a thousand small voices screamed in her mind, the wisdom of the Greendream tinged crimson as the child's blood upon the stones.

    "StARk BloOD..." the killer hissed the words, seeming to break in his mouth like shards of poisoned glass. "So sweet, so fresh... let me cut you... let me prune you..." it crooned almost lovingly.

    It had not noticed Shadow yet. If it was going to torture the boy she might have a chance to escape, get help. The watcher hated herself for leaving the boy to his fate, but she knew well the bitter lesson of ages, better one voice silenced than all. Slipping from shadow to shadow she fled, not wanting to think what desecration the monster would have planned for the Stark heir in death.

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    As she ran she found only a trio of her sisters near the bell tower, no sign of Ser Halys nor the wolf lord, only common men with common steel. Could they fight the Enemy alone before it could make use of Robb Stark's death?

    "We are hidden eyes sister, not claws in the night," Grey Whisper at Midnight offered, voice breaking with fear.

    "Find the birds, find the birds atop the tower among the maester's flock. Send for aid," Seeker of Riddles called out, already heading that way.

    Shadow would not be swayed. The Enemy was here, and it had killed already, Stark blood fit to shatter stones by Stark blood raised. It could hide as well as them, better even. It could not be allowed to live. "Seek out the wise leshy hiding in the wolf lord's solar," she called after Seeker. Then she turned to face the foe, hoping help would come before he could overcome them.

    Allied Forces: 3 Plant-Imbued Shadow Creature Cat (w/+4 Racial HD) (CR 6, 6 HD)

    Enemy: Soulless Winter Assassin

    Potential Reinforcements: Stark Armsmen, Eddard Stark, Ser Halys Wavestrider, 1 Advanced Cleric Lotus Leshy

    How does Shadow face the assassin?

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    OOC: Well this was an odd update, good for hide checks, bad for spot ones on both sides. I realized it's been a while since you guys had a battle vote and this one should be novel at least. What's most important is that you keep the assassin busy and in sight because there are not a lot of beings in Winterfell that can even semi-reliably spot him.
     
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    • Well, that's Robb dead.
    ...do we have to start a creepy children's song now, counting out the kills?
    I think that's obligatory under the circumstances, or something :V
     
    Duesal said:
    If he's not soul-killed we can give him a true resurrection.

    If he is, RIP Robb.
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    Having an assasin that doesn't soul-kill when it's the Void's whole schtick would be utterly retarded from Others.
    It's gotta be available like a free ability or something.
     
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    [X] Two will attempt to entangle their foe with vines, while the other occupies it by ambush using magically enhanced claw and fang.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Cutting Deep ​

    First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    The being known to her kin as Shadow-under-Bay-Leaves, and 'Blackie' to most of the mortal inhabitants of Winterfell, enjoyed the lingering heat and subtle aromas of the kitchens in the afternoon. Wrinkled apples all the more flavorful for the months they had been preserved mingled with the scent of sour cress ready to be diced, black pepper and succulent lamb.

    Begotten of shadow was she and born of green growing things also, but at the day's end she was still a cat, if one of uncommon coat, one of seven commanded by the Last Greenseer to see to the protection of Winterfell. She knew vaguely that he considered the number some sort of jest, but she had never cared to enter the small temple of the new gods or to remember the dreams of blood and pain. The deaths of rats, squirrels, and other scurrying things were enough to be getting on with, and she had quite a few of them today, seasoned with pilfered spices.

    Just as Shadow was nodding off she heard the door creak open and a familiar red haired boy slip through, likely with a mind to steal something more substantial than spices. Young humans, in Shadow's opinion, were quite comically ill-equipped to gather their own meals, though this one at least showed base cunning in acquiring it.

    Her ears twitched with the sound of tapping above at the edge of her senses... she looked up a moment too late.

    There clinging to the ceiling by some strange sorcery was a pale figure garbed in tattered wolf furs bearing a scythe blackened with soot. The boy did not even have that moment's hopeless warning. One moment he had been reaching for a pie, a smile on his face, the next his arm had been sliced off two inches above the elbow as the blade sliced though flesh as easily as air.

    For a long moment Robb Stark looked in horror at the stump of his arm and at the monster in human skin that had taken it from him. Then he screamed in uncomprehending pain.

    Looking upon the assassin now more clearly illuminated in the light of the dying hearthfire, Shadow knew she was outmatched. Alive in body... alive in flesh... dead inside, deader than the bones in the crypt, deader than the beasts whose flesh the folk of Winterfell feasted on, empty and lost beyond hope of recall, a thousand small voices screamed in her mind, the wisdom of the Greendream, tinged crimson as the child's blood upon the stones.

    "StARk BloOD..." the killer hissed, the words seeming to break in his mouth like shards of poisoned glass. "So sweet, so fresh... let me cut you...let me prune you..." it crooned almost lovingly.

    It had not noticed Shadow yet. If it was going to torture the boy she might have a chance to escape, get help. The watcher hated herself for leaving the boy to his fate, but she knew well the bitter lesson of ages, better one voice silenced than all. Slipping from shadow to shadow she fled, not wanting to think what desecration the monster would have planned for the Stark heir in death.

    ***​

    As she ran she found only a trio of her sisters near the bell tower, no sign of Ser Halys nor the wolf lord, only common men with common steel. Could they fight the Enemy alone before it could make use of Robb Stark's death?

    "We are hidden eyes, sister, not claws in the night," Grey Whisper at Midnight offered, voice breaking with fear.

    "Find the birds, find the birds atop the tower among the maester's flock. Send for aid," Seeker of Riddles called out, already heading that way.

    Shadow would not be swayed. The Enemy was here, and it had killed already, Stark blood fit to shatter stones by Stark blood raised. It could hide as well as them, perhaps better. It could not be allowed to live. "Seek out the wise leshy hiding in the wolf lord's solar," she called after Seeker. Then she turned to face the foe, hoping help would come before he could overcome them.

    Allied Forces: 3 Plant-Imbued Shadow Creature Cat (w/+4 Racial HD) (CR 6, 6 HD)

    Enemy: Soulless Winter Assassin

    Potential Reinforcements: Stark Armsmen, Eddard Stark, Ser Halys Wavestrider, 1 Advanced Cleric Lotus Leshy

    How do Shadow and her kin face the assassin?

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    OOC: Well this was an odd update, good for Hide checks, bad for Spot ones on both sides. I realized it's been a while since you guys had a battle vote and this one should be novel at least. What's most important is that you keep the assassin busy and in sight, because there are not a lot of beings in Winterfell that can even semi-reliably spot him. Not yet edited
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    [X] Crake

    The bright side to this being, the more Starks die (without it being a complete wipe, that is), the more we'll have the rest of them and the North ready to be single-mindedly turned on Others (and serving us, while at it) with truly retarded zealotry!

    I am thinking offering dangerous bodymods testing as a get-powerful-quick.
    We gotta start our Primaris Praetorians Program somewhere, right? [:V]
     
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    Jeez. Welp Robb is dead. Can only imagine the reactions Ned, Cat, Jon and the rest of the family. Let's see if it kills any other Starks.
     
    Artemis1992 said:
    Old Nan got into the Greendream, so if it can kill souls, it has to do so deliberatly.
    Maybe with an item or limited per day.

    Or it just can't.
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    I assume Winter soulkilling anyone (especially in 'technically' Summerlands, in Summer) would be kinda loud to the Old Gods, with how they are connected.
    Deliberate act of power, after all.

    I wouldn't wisk using such an ability on a random (N)PC if I were them.
    Now that it's inside and the attack is going though, it's free game for sure.

    But oh well, we'll see for sure later.
     
    Crake said:
    [X] Two will attempt to entangle their foe with vines, while the other occupies it by ambush using magically enhanced claw and fang.
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    I really need to get around to updating the Shadow Cat sheet to take into account those 4 additional Racial HD. Going from 2 HD to 6 HD makes a big difference that isn't currently well represented, from HP, saves, and attack bonuses, up to HD-dependent innate abilities.

    [X] Crake

    @Artemis1992, I know y'all don't change your avatars to deliberately screw with my head, but some of the voices insist otherwise.
     
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