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

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Azel said:
Dawn anything would be a bad idea to sell in Heaven since we are the only possible supplier.

For every other drug trade, I'm sure Ishmagnis can help us. Or point us to the right people. For a price, of course.
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There's also the food trade. I remember that nothing grows in Heaven, so they have to import absolutely everything.
 
Duesal said:
There's also the food trade. I remember that nothing grows in Heaven, so they have to import absolutely everything.
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Bulk goods are poor choices for smuggling when legal trade is an option. If we want to start some illicit trading in Heaven, we should look for contraband, luxuries, drugs and similar goods that have high value per volume.
 
I think the ruler of a high magic empire might have better ways to make money than smuggling...
 
I want that cacodaemon book. Would help a lot alongside those efreeti researchers who we captured in Div's Delight to make our own outsiders.
 
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I was thinking, would it be possible to use Gravity Sphere (or most likely a modified version or something similar) to accelerate projectiles ?

I mean you would need to change the spell to make it change gravity in the direction the cannon is aiming and depending on the intensity of the change in gravity the length of the cannon might be unpractical but it could maybe give a little extra power to a steam cannon.

The cost in research and enchanting compared to the improvement might not be worth it, with the possible exception of if you are trying to make a BFG.
 
@Goldfish, I can't remember the name of the Pathfinder spell we used to capture the Lyseni Lich. IIRC it made an undead feel alive and lose its undead immunities.
Helps pls?
 
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Interlude MXXXIII: A House Divided
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    • A House Divided ​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    Atranta had seen the flights of dragons before, even mighty Vermithor some two centuries past, but the keep had not seen such as the Gladius in its skies and its lord knew this as he knew his own name. Walls would not ward off this weapon of the Dragon, nor the hollow promises of the Lannisters and their collared wizards. The last card had been dealt, the game was over, and House Vance of Atranta had come out with a losing hand.

    Who was he trying to fool? Himself? It was almost an empty hand. They had barely been playing. The most Lord Norbert had managed to do to the Dragon's men had been to hang a couple of smallfolk who were sheltering brigands. At the end of the day, King Viserys, or whatever he styled himself as these days, would understand that the had only done what he could to advance the influence of his house, he was sure of it... or so at least he tried to tell himself, ignoring the whispers of foul rites and blood sacrifice as he ordered the men to lower the banner atop the north tower.

    It was with a leaden heart that he climbed aboard the strange contraption and hoped to the Seven that he would not have to set eyes on some tattered brigand 'knight' and have to swallow his pride to give him the courtesy.

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    Many leagues west and a little south of Atranta at Wayfarer's Rest, another lord was considering his options in light of the unnatural shapes hanging in the sky and the uncompromising calls for surrender and placing himself at the judgement of a man he could not trust, if man you could indeed even call what Viserys Targaryen had become. The madness not of King Aerys, but of Prince Aerion made real and manifest upon the world.

    Steffon's son Karyl was here, sharing in the fearful moment as was his bride looking fierce and determined as Steffon had ever seen her. His granddaughters yet slept, unknowing of the peril that floated over their heads, for what could they know, counting nine-and-ten years between the three of them. Yet the decision he would make tonight would dictate their fates as much as it would any other of the House. It could damn them or it could save them, and none but the Seven knew what it would be. "I would pray for mercy, but I think the Father would scoff at a man of my years dithering," he jested. "So better instead to pray for courage from the Warrior."

    "We fight then?" Karyl asked, looking every bit the man going to the gallows, and not without cause.

    "Fight?" Steffon asked, shaking his head in sadness. "With what? Thrown rocks? Maybe if we had taken the Lannister offer, but now there is no choice but to ride west across the mountains and hope that..."

    "Tywin Lannister can fight half the world by pissing in the wind?" the scathing question from his son's young bride was enough to make the room fall into silence.

    "Far be it from me to question the honor of House Vypren, my lady, but Vances do not bend their knees to any tyrant with a flaming brand," Steffon bit off. "So it was in the days of our forefathers and so it will be again." Turning to his son, he added, "Perhaps it is best to take your wife away and get the girls ready to ride. We still have some time before the sky ship fires its 'warning', and Septon Arem will try to buy us time afterwards."

    Flight into the night was a common enough tactic in times of trial and tribulation, but to the eyes of the false ravens that were abroad that night their attempted escape might as well have been accompanied by banners and trumpets.

    How does the Spatha react to the attempted escape by Lord Vance and his family?

    [] Write in

    OOC: This will be the last update for today unfortunately. I did not have a productive writing day.
     
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    A House Divided ​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    Atranta had seen the flights of dragons before, even mighty Vermithor some two centuries past, but the keep had not seen such as the Gladius in its skies and its lord knew this as he knew his own name. Walls would not ward off this weapon of the Dragon, nor the hollow promises of the Lannisters and their collared wizards. The last card had been dealt, the game was over and House Vance of Atranta had come out with a losing hand.

    Who was he trying to fool? Himself? It was almost an empty hand. They had barely been playing. The most Lord Norbert had managed to do to the Dragon's men had been to hang a couple of smallfolk who were sheltering brigands. At the end of the day, King Viserys, or whatever he styled himself as these days, would understand that the had only done what he could to advance the influence of his house, he was sure of it, or so at least he tried to tell himself, ignoring the whispers of foul rites and blood sacifice as he ordered the men to lower the banner atop the north tower.

    It was with a leaden heart that he climbed aboard the strange contraption and hoped to the Seven that he would not have to set eyes on some tattered brigand 'knight' and have to swallow his pride to give him the courtesy.

    ***​

    Many leagues west and a little south of Atranta at Wayfarer's Rest, another lord was considering his options in light of the unnatural shapes hanging in the sky and the uncompromising calls for surrender and placing himself at the judgement of a man he could not trust, if man you could indeed even call what Viserys Targaryen had become. The madness not of King Aerys, but of Prince Aerion made real and manifest upon the world.

    Steffon's son Karyl was here, sharing in the fearful moment as was his bride looking fierce and determined as Steffon had ever seen her. His granddaughters yet slept, unknowing of the peril that floated over their heads, for what could they know, counting nine and ten years between the three of them. Yet the decision he would make tonight would dictate their fates as much as it would any other of the House. It could damn them or it could save them, and none but the Seven knew what it would be. "I would pray for mercy, but I think the Father would scoff at a man of my years dithering," he jested. "So better instead to pray for courage from the Warrior."

    "We fight then?"Karyl asked, looking every bit the man going to the gallows, and not without cause.

    "Fight?" Steffon asked, shaking his head in sadness. "With what? Thrown rocks? Maybe if we had taken the Lannister offer, but now there is no choice but to ride west across the mountains and hope that..."

    "Tywin Lannister can fight half the world by pissing in the wind?" the scathing question from his son's young bride was enough to make the room fall into silence.

    "Far be it from me to question the honor of House Vypren, my lady, but Vances do not bend their knees to any tyrant with a flaming brand," Steffon bit off. "So it was in the days of our forefathers and so it will be again." Turning to his son, he added, "Perhaps it is best to take your wife away and get the girls ready to ride. We still have some time before the sky ship fires its 'warning', and Septon Arem will try to buy us time afterwards."

    Flight into the night was a common enough tactic in times of trial and tribulation, but to the eyes of the false ravens that were abroad that night their attempted escape might as well have been accompanied by banners and trumpets.

    How does the Spatha react to the attempted escape by Lord Vance and his family?

    [] Write in

    OOC: This will be the last update for today unfortunately. I did not have a productive writing day. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    Faucar said:
    I was thinking, would it be possible to use Gravity Sphere (or most likely a modified version or something similar) to accelerate projectiles ?

    I mean you would need to change the spell to make it change gravity in the direction the cannon is aiming and depending on the intensity of the change in gravity the length of the cannon might be unpractical but it could maybe give a little extra power to a steam cannon.

    The cost in research and enchanting compared to the improvement might not be worth it, with the possible exception of if you are trying to make a BFG.
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    I keep mulling over this, even considered using a Greater Demiplane to fold some space, but it's just not efficient. Unless you somehow create a hard vacuum in the entire barrel for each shot (far from trivial) you would still throw tens of thousands of IM at enchanting a unwieldingly large gun with worse performance than a steam cannon.
     
    Shador said:
    Well, that is a noble that won't get to keep his title. Were this guys an Andal house?
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    Yes, big deal Andal House.
    They defeated Tristifer Mudd, King of the Rivers and Hills, Hammer of Justice, one of the greatest of First Men heroes between today and the Age of Dawn.

    Edit: Well, they were part of a coalition of seven great Andal Warlords who brought him down.
     
    Azel said:
    I keep mulling over this, even considered using a Greater Demiplane to fold some space, but it's just not efficient. Unless you somehow create a hard vacuum in the entire barrel for each shot (far from trivial) you would still throw tens of thousands of IM at enchanting a unwieldingly large gun with worse performance than a steam cannon.
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    What about modifying a magnetism spell for a railgun?
     
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