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

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If Viserys hasn't already made his own clerics, what do you guys think about making the dragon rider kid (the one with the dead mom) the first one?
 
Zedred said:
If Viserys hasn't already made his own clerics, what do you guys think about making the dragon rider kid (the one with the dead mom) the first one?
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He's already got a few levels in another class, so it wouldn't be as cool, nor as relevant if we started from scratch with a different character who has no levels.
 
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He's already got a few levels in another class, so it wouldn't be as cool, nor as relevant if we started from scratch with a different character who has no levels.
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I take this as a confirmation that there's no Cleric of Viserys?

Why do you guys even gave him that ability if you're never going to use it?
 
Zedred said:
I take this as a confirmation that there's no Cleric of Viserys?

Why do you guys even gave him that ability if you're never going to use it?
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Because it's much more useful later. And also we haven't exactly met many likely prospects nor have we been enlightened to them through OOC interludes. And Viserys doesn't even know he can make Clerics either, gotta figure that out first.
 
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Because it's much more useful later. And also we haven't exactly met many likely prospects nor have we been enlightened to them through OOC interludes. And Viserys doesn't even know he can make Clerics either, gotta figure that out first.
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In pretty sure that Viserys already has someone using him as a source for divine magic.

I can't recall his name, but he was a struggling Scholarum student who managed to gain a level in Oracle either just before or just after the invasion of Westeros.
 
BronzeTongue said:
I can't recall his name, but he was a struggling Scholarum student who managed to gain a level in Oracle either just before or just after the invasion of Westeros.
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His name was Marco, and he first made his connection to Viserys just before the invasion of Westeros, right around when the Yi Ti delegates were crit failing during the coronation party.

His introductory interlude can be found here:
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Interlude MLXXXII: Wages of Blood
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    • Wages of Blood ​

    Fourth Day of the Seventh Month 294 AC

    After more than a month of dwelling among the people of Qarth, Alinor was at least certain of one thing. She would never like camels; not small, not large, not bred for war or for a lady's use, not with one hump or two, not even if they had a better pedigree than their masters.

    The beasts seemed to live to bite, spit and generally show their displeasure at the most inopportune of times. That could be amusing, like when one ill-fortuned 'prince' got a glob full of spit from one of his guards' mounts just before he was about to make a grand speech under the Arcade of Heroes, which had sent the fellow into a bout of what she had been assured was very 'civilized' crying over his besmirched dignity. Mostly though it was just deeply frustrating, like when a camel train newcome from the Wastes would block an entire street into a snarl of stomping, biting, bellowing pack beasts because something had spooked them. It did not help that there was at least one panicking donkey somewhere in that mess...

    Alinor had never been more glad for the flesh-forged unliving horses that pulled her own carriage. Gerold thought it was strange of her to prefer stitched corpses over living beasts, but to her way of thinking it was just being efficient and kind to the beasts at the same time. It wasn't like any living horses would enjoy the heat of the city or the hard limestone cobbles that made up the pale boulevards of Qarth under its fanciful arches, and the fact that said horses could serve as part of her protection detail every bit as much as their humanoid Silver Knight peers just made it all the better.

    Turning her gaze from the window she returned it to the man sitting opposite to her in the carriage. Kirth Ihan, Most High Pourer of the Tourmaline Brotherhood, pale and festooned in samite and silver with a coronet of white gold holding back his dark hair. The man did not look like a pirate or robber as his guild was famed for. Indeed, from the way he jingled slightly with every step, he sounded like a street dancer back in Braavos, save of course for the fact that his jewelry was not cheap tin and flaking paints, it was gold, jade and onyx dark, and it was wards not even the House of Mirrors could see through, not even the eye of Yss. "You must understand, my lady, that one does not lightly release the slaves that have been in one's family for generations. They are, how you say, like family to the rustic folk of Yhos..."

    "Yes, yes, I'm sure the slaves would not agree, Gracious One, wherein lies the crux of the matter. This is not a point the Imperium can or ever will negotiate on, not for one slave anymore than for a thousand." Why had he even brought this up, and on a secluded carriage ride of all things? Surely by now even the veriest dullard, which the man before her was certainly not, would know there were points of Imperial law which could no more be negotiated then the color of the sky was up for debate. Kirth was no dullard...

    "Of course, of course..." the man pushed his hands before him, palms out, as though to placate some beast that drew near. "I only meant to say that like family these slaves know much that should not be spoken of, but they do not love their masters as their kin do so then you see, a problem for the solving. If they could be assured that there would be no embarrassments before the courts..."

    It took the Imperial Censor only a moment to realize what he meant, though she spent perhaps twice that span wondering if the translation spell had failed somehow. "Surely you are not implying that you wish the throne to give carte blanche for killing body-slaves who know too many secrets? That would be so far past the bounds of not only good faith negotiations, but also sanity that I would be forced to part ways from you," she smiled. "But of course you are not, that is merely a foreigner's ear mishearing what to those accustomed to the courtesies of the Queen of Cities would be unthinkable."

    As a diplomat there was a time for tickling with a feather and a time for bringing down the hammer, Alinor had learned. This was a time for the hammer.

    The merchant prince's already pale complexion took on an even whiter hue. "Of course not, of course it was only..."

    Alinor never did find out only what for a knock on the carriage window by one of her living honor guards brought her attention to the street again. "There is a man who claims to be among the Sorrowful here my lady..."

    "And what is one presumed assassin in the open worth to me?" she asked, not wanting to interrupt her conversation until she was sure her point had been thoroughly made.

    "He says he has a gift milady," the man ducked his head. He was rather young for the post, but then he had been selected for being one of the most skillful mage-knights to come out of the Scholarum last year.

    "Alright, let's see it," Alinor sighed. She was less worried than most at the thought of meeting an assassin, but given the composition of her guard and the wards like unseen guardian spirits all around her, she thought not without cause.

    A mousy looking fellow walked up to the window of the carriage under the heavy glares of her escort and presented a box of ebony inlaid with gold. "A thousand pardons, great lady. We who sorrow for the blood of the marked offer a gift to the herald of the Great Dragon who has no rival," the assassin said. Inside was one of the last things she had expected to see, the head of one the Great Sultan's dervishes, marked with arcane ritual scars along his cheeks, eyes still open in surprise. "He sought your death and wished to use us as his pawns, but the Grandmaster, gods keep him in grace, thought it foolish and so took his head instead. A gift and a pledge of service, We who Sorrow offer to the Imperium of the Dragon."

    "The gift I shall take gladly, thought the pledge is not mine to say yea or may to," Alinor replied, recovering from her surprise.

    Do you accept the service of the Sorrowful Men?

    [] Yes, they would be of great help to the Inquisition given their particular skills

    [] No, unlike the Faceless their past crimes are too public, it would raise too many questions to embrace them

    [] Write in

    OOC: Well that is one of the subversive actions of the Efreeti not going as planned this turn.
     
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    • [X] Yes, they would be of great help to the Inquisition given their particular skills

    When someone literally offers one of the heads of our enemy we kinda have to take them in. That and cause we have recruited much worse.

    I wonderful if the Sorrowful Men realize one of their own struck the same man they are pledging themselves to.
     
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    I wonderful if the Sorrowful Men realize one of their own struck the same man they are pledging themselves to.
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    By accident, admittedly. DP even pointed out that the Sorrowful Men by that point had bones enough to interfere with political sea changes in Myr since it was profitable for whoever hired them, but no interest in trying to kill Viserys directly. Admittedly that's because the Faceless Men are who you contract if you want to assassinate a powerful being, whereas the Sorrowful Men are basically who you hire if you're lacking the ability to give up your first born or your left leg but still want a regular noble or person of interest to be dead.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Wages of Blood ​

    Fourth Day of the Seventh Month 294 AC

    After more than a month of dwelling among the people of Qarth, Alinor was at least certain of one thing. She would never like camels; not small, not large, not bred for war or for a lady's use, not with one hump or two, not even if they had a better pedigree than their masters.

    The beasts seemed to live to bite, spit, and generally show their displeasure at the most inopportune of times. That could be amusing, like when one ill-fortuned 'prince' got a glob full of spit from one of his guards' mounts just before he was about to make a grand speech under the Arcade of Heroes, which had sent the fellow into a bout of what she had been assured was very 'civilized' crying over his besmirched dignity. Mostly though, it was just deeply frustrating, like when a camel train newcome from the Wastes would block an entire street into a snarl of stomping, biting, bellowing pack beasts because something had spooked them. It did not help that there was at least one panicking donkey somewhere in that mess...

    Alinor had never been more glad for the flesh-forged unliving horses that pulled her own carriage. Gerold thought it was strange of her to prefer stitched corpses over living beasts, but to her way of thinking it was just being efficient and kind to the beasts at the same time. It wasn't like any living horses would enjoy the heat of the city or the hard limestone cobbles that made up the pale boulevards of Qarth under its fanciful arches, and the fact that said horses could serve as part of her protection detail every bit as much as their humanoid Silver Knight peers just made it all the better.

    Turning her gaze from the window she returned it to the man sitting opposite to her in the carriage. Kirth Ihan, Most High Pourer of the Tourmaline Brotherhood, pale and festooned in samite and silver with a coronet of white gold holding back his dark hair. The man did not look like a pirate or robber as his guild was famed for. Indeed, from the way he jingled slightly with every step, he sounded like a street dancer back in Braavos, save of course for the fact that his jewelry was not cheap tin and flaking paints, it was gold, jade and onyx dark, and it was wards not even the House of Mirrors could see through, not even the eye of Yss. "You must understand, my lady, that one does not lightly release the slaves that have been in one's family for generations. They are, how you say, like family to the rustic folk of Yhos..."

    "Yes, yes, I'm sure the slaves would not agree, Gracious One, wherein lies the crux of the matter. This is not a point the Imperium can or ever will negotiate on, not for one slave anymore than for a thousand." Why had he even brought this up, and on a secluded carriage ride of all things? Surely by now even the veriest dullard, which the man before her was certainly not, would know there were points of Imperial law which could no more be negotiated then the color of the sky was up for debate. Kirth was no dullard...

    "Of course, of course..." the man pushed his hands before him, palms out, as though to placate some beast that drew near. "I only meant to say that like family, these slaves know much that should not be spoken of, but they do not love their masters as their kin do so then you see, a problem for the solving. If they could be assured that there would be no embarrassments before the courts..."

    It took the Imperial Censor only a moment to realize what he meant, though she spent perhaps twice that span wondering if the translation spell had failed somehow. "Surely you are not implying that you wish the throne to give carte blanche for killing body-slaves who know too many secrets? That would be so far past the bounds of not only good faith negotiations, but also sanity that I would be forced to part ways from you," she smiled. "But of course you are not, that is merely a foreigner's ear mishearing what to those accustomed to the courtesies of the Queen of Cities would be unthinkable."

    As a diplomat there was a time for tickling with a feather and a time for bringing down the hammer, Alinor had learned. This was a time for the hammer.

    The merchant prince's already pale complexion took on an even whiter hue. "Of course not, of course it was only..."

    Alinor never did find out only what for a knock on the carriage window by one of her living honor guards brought her attention to the street again. "There is a man who claims to be among the Sorrowful here, my lady..."

    "And what is one presumed assassin in the open worth to me?" she asked, not wanting to interrupt her conversation until she was sure her point had been thoroughly made.

    "He says he has a gift, milady," the man ducked his head. He was rather young for the post, but then he had been selected for being one of the most skillful mage-knights to come out of the Scholarum last year.

    "Alright, let's see it," Alinor sighed. She was less worried than most at the thought of meeting an assassin, but given the composition of her guard and the wards like unseen guardian spirits all around her, she thought not without cause.

    A mousy looking fellow walked up to the window of the carriage under the heavy glares of her escort and presented a box of ebony inlaid with gold. "A thousand pardons, great lady. We who sorrow for the blood of the marked offer a gift to the herald of the Great Dragon who has no rival," the assassin said. Inside was one of the last things she had expected to see, the head of one the Great Sultan's dervishes, marked with arcane ritual scars along his cheeks, eyes still open in surprise. "He sought your death and wished to use us as his pawns, but the Grandmaster, gods keep him in grace, thought it foolish and so took his head instead. A gift and a pledge of service, We Who Sorrow offer to the Imperium of the Dragon."

    "The gift I shall take gladly, though the pledge is not mine to say yea or nay to," Alinor replied, recovering from her surprise.

    Do you accept the service of the Sorrowful Men?

    [] Yes, they would be of great help to the Inquisition given their particular skills

    [] No, unlike the Faceless their past crimes are too public, it would raise too many questions to embrace them

    [] Write in

    OOC: Well that is one of the subversive actions of the Efreeti not going as planned this turn.
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    Made a few additional edits to the chapter, DP.

    Sounds like Alinor is having a grand old time in Qarth, and that Essosi nobility continues to live down to our expectations.
     
    Not only could they be useful to us, but they also did us a great service.

    [X] Yes, they would be of great help to the Inquisition given their particular skills
     
    [X] Yes, they would be of great help to the Inquisition given their particular skills

    And that's assassin order #2 in our service.
     
    We should probably make a point about looking into the conditions of those slaves when we take over. I'm sure plenty of the local nobility will have the same concerns this guy did, and won't be so polite as to ask if they can kill them first.
     
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