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

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Goldfish said:
BTW, this is the level where any Shadow Illusion Teana creates using a 7th level or higher spell slot to duplicate any Conjuration (summoning), Conjuration (creation), or Evocation spell of 6th level or lower (increasing to 7th level using an 8th level slot, and so on) becomes 100% real. Disbelieving won't matter at all, because a Shadow Chain Lightning will deal just as much damage as the regular version, a Shadow Summon Monster will have just as many HP and inflict just as much damage as its regular counterparts, and a Shadow Wall of Force won't have a chance to simply not function against someone who disbelieves. That's pretty spiffy.

Gonna need some more votes, ya'll.
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Stage Reality sounds like a good name for a spell. :V
 
Crake said:
Stage Reality sounds like a good name for a spell. :V
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That's kinda what Shadow Terrain is for. It will have a Will saving throw DC of 33 and she can cast it at 20th level using her Scepter.

It's great for staging impromptu scenarios in the Battle School Demiplane, but it also allows for a ton of battlefield control, emergency construction, creating defensive emplacements, etc.

Few things say "You shall not pass!" better than a 20 foot tall by 400 foot long wall of steel suddenly appearing in your path.
 
Goldfish said:
[] Malarys will use a Chained True Resurection spell via Inspired Spell to restore the fallen Praetorians and the Wild Hunt Scount.
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We should probably wait until after all the major battles of the reconquest are done to do this. Malarys may well run out of mythic power before the night is over. Also, I'd be stunned if we don't take some more losses that would be worth resurrecting in other parts, so waiting a bit is more cost effective too.

DragonParadox said:
She was killed by other tainted fey, her soul is fine, but she does not want to come back. She has lived a long life and she died at peace with it.
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On the other hand, if its her family asking her to come back to help them, would she really say no to that?
 
Archibald said:
We should probably wait until after all the major battles of the reconquest are done to do this. Malarys may well run out of mythic power before the night is over. Also, I'd be stunned if we don't take some more losses that would be worth resurrecting in other parts, so waiting a bit is more cost effective too.


On the other hand, if its her family asking her to come back to help them, would she really say no to that?
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Depends on their luck finding a willing cleric.
 
Archibald said:
We should probably wait until after all the major battles of the reconquest are done to do this. Malarys may well run out of mythic power before the night is over. Also, I'd be stunned if we don't take some more losses that would be worth resurrecting in other parts, so waiting a bit is more cost effective too.
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That was the intention, but I've gone back and clarified the wording in my plan.
 
Archibald said:
On the other hand, if its her family asking her to come back to help them, would she really say no to that?
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This is the Queeen of Thorns we are talking about. Channeling her from the great beyond will probably get you something like: "I've held your hands for years and now you want to drag me from my grave? Even from you Mace I'd expected better. The more fool me."

Look back at her talk with her granddaughter, she feels like she belongs to another world and she is a reminder of the family's failed schemes. So yes she would likely say no even if they asked for her.
 
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Interlude MXXXVI: Wages of Sin
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    • Wages of Sin​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    House Roxton did not fall gently and it did not fall gracefully. With the resources of the Fifth needed to preserve Highgarden and its hinterlands from winter's grasping fingers there could be no question of indulging Garlan Roxton. It was however an unintended pinch of salt in the wound that the three tasked to deal with him were all sellswords of one sort or another, though granted Sari was more rightly the sort of woman who sold her skills with a dagger and Vargo was the sort to sell anything he had on him as long as it got him the job.

    Liomond Lashare was not used to being the most reputable fellow in a company, even among the Band of Nine he could not be counted that but here it was very much true. Case in point the present argument before the walls of the Ring: "No, we can't just slit his throat with his own sword, that would have half the Reach and most of the Vale at our throats. We capture him and command him to order his men to stand down. "

    "And if the idiot won't take the offer we are generously making?" Sari asked, the words slightly slurred from the efreeti spice stick she was chewing.

    "Then I have just the spell to make him see reason," Vargo tapped a long finger on one of the scroll-cases on his belt. "There is no law that says you cannot use enchantment on traitors."

    Liomond shook his head. He might be technically right, but it was not the sort of technicality the lords of the Reach preferred to deal with. Having one of their own bespelled into surrender would muddy the waters for any imperial functionaries who would be set to work with his neighbors. Hopefully cold steel would do for persuasion. That you could use freely and so long as it worked the stain of cowardice would be on the bastard who caved.

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    Even without the skills of a dedicated illusionist it did not take the three of them much to get past the walls of the Ring and then scale the inner keep until they reached the lord's window. They had been surprised to see lights at this late hour, though as they climbed further they were met with even more unexpected sounds from within. Garlan Roxton it was clear had company in his bed tonight, very spirited company from the sounds of it.

    "She has to be faking that," Vargo noted in a soft but wondering tone.

    "He's a bloody lord, of course she is faking it. Now come on, you can pay for a show in the Deep," Sari snapped.

    The sounds of cursing and struggling briefly replaced those of passion as the three slipped through the window. Orphan-Maker was not even drawn in its bearer's defense, but simply lay at the foot of the bed in mute witness as he was reduced to unwilling slumber.

    Speaking of witnesses... Liomond had been prepared to take two prisoners instead of one, but the woman the erstwhile Lord Garlan had been sporting with was startlingly sanguine about the whole thing once it became clear they bore her no personal ill will. "There's silk ropes in the third drawer."

    Really, it was almost enough to make Liomond feel sorry for the bastard... almost. "Much obliged, but we came prepared."

    Roxton's mistress nodded and took a long look around the three of them. "He owes me you know, not just money, but whole years of my life."

    Vargo hummed in vague agreement though he was busy going through the letters atop the unfortunate lord's desk. Liomond was starting to get where this was going, but he did not interrupt.

    "Do any of you mind if you deliver this keep with lighter drawers to your lord?" she pressed.

    "We don't get paid in spoils," Limond shrugged "As long as it isn't a letter or the House seal you can take what you like."

    Alas for the woman, Elaine was her name they discovered, the pickings were rather slim in the bedchamber, mostly sliver and copper and what little gold could be found was in old gold dragons that merchants insisted on weighing in imperial markets. She glanced at Orphan-Maker propped next to the bed.

    "That is not included," Limond said, though he could not help a smile at her boldness.

    "Why not?" Sari asked. "The Fifth all have Imperial Steel and they don't call them names and all that shit. It's just a decent sword these days."

    "The son of a bitch scared away my betrothed because he wanted to have me," Elaine added, with the sort of simmering venom that only years of helplessness can breed.

    "Eh... fuck it I'll write the report," the sellsword gave in.

    So passed from history the blade Orphan-Maker, mere minutes before the Ring surrendered and House Roxton too was undone. Vargo did not have to use his scrolls after all.

    What next?

    [] Write in

    OOC: Teana is busy fighting undead right now since the power to be in more than one place at once is too good to waste on this infiltration.
     
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    Wages of Sin​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    House Roxton did not fall gently and it did not fall gracefully. With the resources of the Fifth needed to preserve Highgarden and its hinterlands from Winter's grasping fingers, there could be no question of indulging Garlan Roxton. It was, however, an unintended pinch of salt in the wound that the three tasked to deal with him were all sellswords of one sort or another, though granted Sari was more rightly the sort of woman who sold her skills with a dagger and Vargo was the sort to sell anything he had on him as long as it got him the job.

    Liomond Lashare was not used to being the most reputable fellow in a company. Even among the Band of Nine he could not be counted that, but here it was very much true. Case in point, the present argument before the walls of the Ring. "No, we can't just slit his throat with his own sword, that would have half the Reach and most of the Vale at our throats. We capture him and command him to order his men to stand down. "

    "And if the idiot won't take the offer we are generously making?" Sari asked, the words slightly slurred from speaking around the efreeti spice stick she was chewing.

    "Then I have just the spell to make him see reason," Vargo tapped a long finger to one of the scroll-cases on his belt. "There is no law that says you cannot use enchantment on traitors."

    Liomond shook his head. He might be technically right, but it was not the sort of technicality the lords of the Reach preferred to deal with. Having one of their own bespelled into surrender would muddy the waters for any Imperial functionaries who would be set to work with his neighbors. Hopefully, cold steel would do for persuasion. That you could use freely, and so long as it worked the stain of cowardice would be on the bastard who caved.

    ***​

    Even without the skills of a dedicated illusionist, it did not take the three of them much to get past the walls of the Ring and then scale the inner keep until they reached the lord's window. They had been surprised to see lights at this late hour, though as they climbed farther they were met with even more unexpected sounds from within. It was clear Garlan Roxton had company in his bed tonight, very spirited company from the sounds of it.

    "She has to be faking that," Vargo noted in a soft but wondering tone.

    "He's a bloody count, of course she is faking it. Now come on, you can pay for a show in the Deep," Sari snapped.

    The sounds of cursing and struggling briefly replaced those of passion as the three slipped through the window. Orphan Maker was not even drawn in its bearer's defense, but simply lay at the foot of the bed in mute witness as he was reduced to unwilling slumber.

    Speaking of witnesses... Liomond had been prepared to take two prisoners instead of one, but the woman the erstwhile Lord Garlan had been sporting with was startlingly sanguine about the whole thing once it became clear they bore her no personal ill will. "There's silk ropes in the third drawer."

    Really, it was almost enough to make Liomond feel sorry for the bastard... almost. "Much obliged, but we came prepared."

    Roxton's mistress nodded and took a long look around the three of them. "He owes me, you know? Not just money, but whole years of my life."

    Vargo hummed in vague agreement, though he was busy going through the letters atop the unfortunate lord's desk. Liomond was starting to see where this was going, but he did not interrupt.

    "Do any of you mind if you deliver this keep to your lord with lighter drawers?" she pressed.

    "We don't get paid in spoils," Liomond shrugged. "As long as it isn't a letter or the House seal, you can take what you like."

    Alas, for the woman, Elaine was her name they discovered, the pickings were rather slim in the bedchamber, mostly sliver and copper and what little gold could be found was in old gold dragons that merchants insisted on weighing in Imperial markets. She glanced at Orphan Maker propped next to the bed.

    "That is not included," Liomond said, though he could not help a smile at her boldness.

    "Why not?" Sari asked. "The Fifth all have Imperial Steel and they don't call them names and all that shit. It's just a decent sword these days."

    "The son of a bitch scared away my betrothed because he wanted to have me," Elaine added with the sort of simmering venom that only years of helplessness can breed.

    "Eh... fuck it, I'll write the report," the sellsword gave in.

    So passed from history the blade Orphan Maker, mere minutes before the Ring surrendered and House Roxton was undone. Vargo did not have to use his scrolls, after all.

    What next?

    [] Write in

    OOC: Teana is busy fighting undead right now since the power to be in more than one place at once it too good to waste on this infiltration.Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    @DragonParadox She's going to pawn off Orphan Maker? I mean, that's one way to pay back someone... but she might want to find a market further afield for it. Like, say, the Opaline Vault. A +2 weapon with Adamantine properties? Easily sold, and anonymously. Anyone with the kinda scratch for that in Planetos is going to be high profile.
     
    That's about what I've come to expect from the typical Westerosi noble.

    I hope Elaine gets a good price for the sword. It should still be quite valuable in Westeros, at least for the time being. Hell, even without the prestige of being a Valyrian Steel weapon, the equivalent to a +2 enchanted Adamantine sword is going to be worth at least 2,000 IM on the open market. That is assuming she can find the right market for it, and not get murdered by the potential buyer who doesn't want to pay for it.
     
    Crake said:
    @DragonParadox She's going to pawn off Orphan Maker? I mean, that's one way to pay back someone... but she might want to find a market further afield for it. Like, say, the Opaline Vault. A +2 weapon with Adamantine properties? Easily sold, and anonymously. Anyone with the kinda scratch for that in Planetos is going to be high profile.
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    These days there are merchants all over Western Essos that will buy VS no questions asked, but yeah the Vault would be the most anonymous.
     
    Crake said:
    @DragonParadox She's going to pawn off Orphan Maker? I mean, that's one way to pay back someone... but she might want to find a market further afield for it. Like, say, the Opaline Vault. A +2 weapon with Adamantine properties? Easily sold, and anonymously. Anyone with the kinda scratch for that in Planetos is going to be high profile.
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    She could propably sell it in SD without raising too many eyebrows.

    Not in Westeros though.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    These days there are merchants all over Western Essos that will buy VS no questions asked, but yeah the Vault would be the most anonymous.
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    2000 IM easily, and that's enough to become the owner of a nice little estate with a plantation attached to it. Or retire in modest comfort in an Extraplanar city, though not as extravagantly, it would be one way to leave things behind.
     
    Even if she's ripped off she can live comfortably. This isn't a noblewoman with an absurd standard of living, this is an abducted smallfolk. Even like 200 IM would be plenty.

    That said she does look like she's got street smarts, so fingers crossed she gets her money's worth.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    That is up to you guys, but the Wall would certainly be expected on the part of his neighbors for a noble to survived getting attained for treason
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    I've been wondering about that for a while now. What's to stop them from doing something stupid if/when something pops off up there?

    I know we've got most of the Black loyal to us, but if we send enough of these noble idiots up north won't they start causing problems when they think they can get away with it?

    I admit I'm not well versed in the "canon" lore as it were.
     
    @DragonParadox It's late now, so I won't write much. There is such a not quite canonical source called "Game of Thrones: Visuals from the RPG". So there are named representatives of the house Roxton:
    Quenn Roxton - Lord;
    Malora Roxton - his wife;
    Meredyth Roxton - their daughter;
    Edwyn Roxton - son and heir.

    Good night.
     
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