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

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This isn't quite the "The Tourney"-level bad, but any longer and it will be.

Y'all ought to know when to stop with tournier arcs that add next to nothing to the story aside from new characters that then usually go nowhere.

[X] The wedding to wrap this up.
 
I'm already imagining the award ceremony from the end of A New Hope, only we're the Emperor and on our like, third victory lap, and half the audience is extremely uncomfortable because this marriage doesn't politically benefit them directly in anyway, but rather than standard incestuous Targ wedding practice, where the implication is more or less status quo, this wedding is the diametric opposite.

I wonder if Arianne will be attending? And who her +1 will be. :evil:
 
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Part MMMDCCCIV: By Soft Morning's Light
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    • By Soft Morning's Light ​

    Twenty-Fifth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC

    They say a man should be nervous on his wedding day. Who 'they' are is left unknown and perhaps unknowable, some nebulous font of staid wisdom and regurgitated life lessons. As it happens, on the day of your wedding you rise from your bed and dress without the slightest tremble in your limbs. There is no worry in your mind as you wake Lya with a kiss. "Show time, love..."

    "You don't have to sound so excited about it," she grumbles. "They are going to titter like wren on a clothesline about us sharing a bed, you know..." She does not have to specify who this iteration of 'they' are either. Though the ladies of the court can only aspire to the universal appeal of the cosmic voices in your earlier thought.

    "Unless I am much mistaken, it was you who sought this bed last night and not any other. I was already asleep," you proclaim virtuously, though the image might be slightly marred by the smile you can feel twitching at the corner of your mouth. "I do not think they will have much cause to complain for our sleeping arrangements given the grandeur of today's seating arrangements," you counter.

    The coronation had been grand but distant also as the firmament. Flowers white and crimson dotted the palace and bloomed in the gardens, a symbol of love common to both Westeros and Essos, but also by chance matching you and Lya in their colors. Red like the color of your scales, red like blood, white as lotus flowers in the Moonpool of Braavos.

    "I think they will more than manage to think about two things at once, particularly when one of those things is positively salacious." Lya tosses her head back then adopts a wide-eyed pose. "Why, you are practically marrying your mistress..."

    "Please do not tell me someone actually said that to you," you say only half in jest. "I do not have time in the schedule for verbally eviscerating fools."

    "Oh not to worry, I got that second hand from Kira, and I do not think Lady Redwyne even knew who she was when she said that. Kira did not enlighten her, of course. I think she may be having too much fun playing bard out there." A brush was already going through her hair without word or gesture to mark the spell, but her attention was not on the mirror, obviously trusting the spell to do the job just as well as it did each morning.

    "No such thing," you scoff. "Why I would call on good Buttercup to serenade you this day if I but had the means to..."

    "You could technically," she replies. "You could use that portrait the Djinn gave you, that way there could be two of you and two of me. Though it might be best to just make a double wedding of it in that case."

    "I think the guests will be confused enough by seeing the bride double. They would not even have had the time to drink enough to justify it," you jest in turn.

    "Do you want both of me to be there, though? I mean in a way it feels like all of me should be here, but I am not even sure what I would be wearing if I did. I mean I only made the one crown for myself. I could just glamor and cloak so both of me are dressed the same to all eyes present, I guess, but it will still look a bit...odd maybe."

    For the first time this morning she sounds a bit hesitant. It is not that you have been hiding the pinnacle of Lya's craft, but she has never flaunted it in public like this. It would make her magic obvious in a far stranger way than mere garb or staff or crown of sorcery forged.

    How does the day of the wedding go?

    [] Write in

    OOC: I'm going to need at least a rough outline here before progressing to the ceremony. This is a pretty big moment.
     
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    By Soft Morning's Light ​

    Twenty-Fifth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC

    They say a man should be nervous on his wedding day. Who 'they' are is left unknown and perhaps unknowable, some nebulous font of staid wisdom and regurgitated life lessons. As it happens, on the day of your wedding you rise from your bed and dress without the slightest tremble in your limbs. There is no worry in your mind as you wake Lya with a kiss. "Show time, love..."

    "You don't have to sound so excited about it," she grumbles. "They are going to titter like wren on a clothesline about us sharing a bed, you know..." She does not have to specify who this iteration of 'they' are either. Though the ladies of the court can only aspire to the universal appeal of the cosmic voices in your earlier thought.

    "Unless I am much mistaken, it was you who sought this bed last night and not any other. I was already asleep," you proclaim virtuously, though the image might be slightly marred by the smile you can feel twitching at the corner of your mouth. "I do not think they will have much cause to complain for our sleeping arrangements given the grandeur of today's seating arrangements," you counter.

    The coronation had been grand but distant also as the firmament. Flowers white and crimson dotted the palace and bloomed in the gardens, a symbol of love common to both Westeros and Essos, but also by chance matching you and Lya in their colors. Red like the color of your scales, red like blood, white as lotus flowers in the Moonpool of Braavos.

    "I think they will more than manage to think about two things at once, particularly when one of those things is positively salacious." Lya tosses her head back then adopts a wide-eyed pose. "Why, you are practically marrying your mistress..."

    "Please do not tell me someone actually said that to you," you say only half in jest. "I do not have time in the schedule for verbally eviscerating fools."

    "Oh not to worry, I got that second hand from Kira, and I do not think Lady Redwyne even knew who she was when she said that. Kira did not enlighten her, of course. I think she may be having too much fun playing bard out there." A brush was already going through her hair without word or gesture to mark the spell, but her attention was not on the mirror, obviously trusting the spell to do the job just as well as it did each morning.

    "No such thing," you scoff. "Why I would call on good Buttercup to serenade you this day if I but had the means to..."

    "You could technically," she replies. "You could use that portrait the Djinn gave you, that way there could be two of you and two of me. Though it might be best to just make a double wedding of it in that case."

    "I think the guests will be confused enough by seeing the bride double. They would not even have had the time to drink enough to justify it," you jest in turn.

    "Do you want both of me to be there, though? I mean in a way it feels like all of me should be here, but I am not even sure what I would be wearing if I did. I mean I only made the one crown for myself. I could just glamor and cloak so both of me are dressed the same to all eyes present, I guess, but it will still look a bit...odd maybe."

    For the first time this morning she sounds a bit hesitant. It is not that you have been hiding the pinnacle of Lya's craft, but she has never flaunted it in public like this. It would make her magic obvious in a far stranger way than mere garb or staff or crown of sorcery forged.

    How does the day of the wedding go?

    [] Write in

    OOC: I'm going to need at least a rough outline here before progressing to the ceremony. This is a pretty big moment. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

    Is Lya's snooty 'friend' we met in Braavos going to use her invitation, @DragonParadox? If so, she should be undergoing the Cinderella treatment any time now to make her an appropriately attired guest. That would be an interesting interlude to see.
     
    Viserys: "Magnificent performance, me!"

    Buttercup/Bard Viserys: "Many thanks, myself! Only the best on our special day."

    Viserys: "You always know exactly what to say..."

    B/B Viserys: "Don't we always?

    Viserys: "We do indeed!"

    Some Dukes: "Oh no. There's two of them."
     
    It seems that now would be a good time for MAXIMUM PARANOIA. I would not be surprised (and neither should the companions) if all their enemies try to attack them at the same time today.

    Having said that, I really look forward to the wedding itself. I love big moments like these in this quest.
     
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    The Imperium will need to get used to Lya, and Lya needs to get used to Viserys not making her bend to the whims of the citizens. Both of her should be there.
     
    [X] Both Lyas will attend, though of course only one will partake in the wedding ceremony itself. The other Lya not hide herself, but instead boldly sit with Dany, Rhaella, and other close family guests.
     
    [X] Goldfish

    This option makes a lot of sense. Show the people just how unusual the world is - and how insanely different Lya is - and a hint of why they should fear her beyond everything else.
     
    Good night guys, see you tomorrow with the wedding. I will probably do a split Lya/Viserys update which is a bit unusual from the way we do things but I think fitting for the occasion
     
    Bah, we should wed both as our ancestor did!

    [X] Wed both Lya's, one crowned as Empress, the other as the Soul Sage. Drop hints that there will be more.
     
    Goldfish said:
    Is Lya's snooty 'friend' we met in Braavos going to use her invitation, @DragonParadox? If so, she should be undergoing the Cinderella treatment any time now to make her an appropriately attired guest. That would be an interesting interlude to see.
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    An interlude from one of the hundred weddings going on would also be a cool one.
     
    Oh god, I keep trying to read but its so long. Lol. Also pacing is crazy as shit, since the MC and sis are barely older than quest start, apparently.
    But into the deep end i go again!
     
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