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

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Here's what I've got for Lya's crown. It's basically her Circlet of Clarity after some reworking. That circlet was her first serious personal magical item, IIRC, and it's served her well for years now after undergoing multiple upgrades. It makes the most sense from Lya's POV to keep her treasured circlet, transforming it into a crown rather than replacing it entirely, IMO.

It's not a genuine Artifact, but that's only a technicality, considering its power and functions. When Lya breaks through to the next Mythic rank and gains the ability to craft true Artifacts from scratch, maybe then she can put some finishing touches on the crown.

[X] Lya's Crown: Rather than replace her trusty Circlet, Lya instead chose to improve upon it, transforming it into a crown worthy of a new queen.

Crown of the Sage-Queen: +6 Intelligence, +6 Wisdom, +6 Charisma, +10 Competence bonus to Knowledge(Arcana)
  1. The wearer constantly benefits from Endure Elements and Freedom of Movement.
  2. The wearer is always aware of traitorous intent toward the Imperator, as if affected by a Perceive Betrayal spell.
  3. 3/Day as an Immediate Action, the wearer may substitute a Concentration check in place of a Fortitude saving throw.
  4. 3 Charges/Day: 1 Charge (Cast a single spell of 2nd level or less as a Swift Action), 2 Charges (3rd level spell), 3 Charges (4th level spell).
  5. 3 Charges/Day: When used, rather than expending a spell as you cast it, you instead retain it: 1 Charge (1st level spell), 2 Charges (2nd level spell), 3 Charges (3rd level spell).
  6. Ioun Stone Halo: A veritable cloud of enchanted gems, these glowing stones orbit the wearer's head in an impressive display of magic, but can also be made to slot into specially prepared receptacles in the Sage Queen's crown. Whether allowed to orbit freely or attached to the crown, they continue to provide their normal benefits.
 
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[X] Goldfish

Gotta say, I really like that title for Lya: Sage Queen. Might just be having an S-word in front of the royalty title but it puts me in mind of Sankt-Kaiser from MGLN. And I love that she's kept her first magical item and just improved it more and more over the years as she's grown stronger. That's definitely the sort of item that would have a mythic resonance to be an Artifact just like Oathkeeper.
 
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ryuan said:
@Goldfish , you forgot Orange.
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She already has a +1 caster level bonus on a different piece of her gear. Caster level bonuses don't normally get stacked willy-nilly, plus she also has a multi-use Bead of Karma that boosts her Divine caster level by +4 for 10 minutes. Adding even more would just be gratuitous.
 
DragonParadox said:
Vote closed. Almost did not make it today.
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Jun 6, 2021 at 4:12 PM, finished with 26 posts and 6 votes.
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Dude, it's getting pretty late across the pond. No need to push past midnight to put out another chapter that can wait until tomorrow.
 
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Part MMMDCCCVI: Crowning Moment
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    Twenty-Fifth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC

    Even to the eye unused to sorcery Lya's crown is a marvel, as though the stars of some alien firmament had been laid about her brow. Rough nodules and delicate spindles, rhomboids and ellipsoids carved with a unerring hand, flashing and flickering with colors the eye can see but the mind cannot quite grasp. Yet for all its power and this dazzling display, the Empress Sage crowning herself with the work of her own art, it is far indeed from the pinnacle of Lya's art.

    For one thing you had eventually decided that having the Harbringer present it would send the wrong message and for another no one is playing much attention to the woman sitting not far from your mother wrapped in a sky-blue cloak, also Lya. Well... almost no one, for you catch the Red Viper turning his gaze thither. One can practically hear the jests about a missed opportunity already, at least he has not figured out mind speech just yet.

    At the heart of the great dome, where the noonday light falls in a golden column through a clear circle of glasteel called the Eye of the Gods, the two of your turn to face each other under the gaze of not just gods but men also. Mummery this may be in its own way, but it brings you joy as few things can to be standing here in this hall, friends and companions in attendance, and make aloud the vow you have so long held in your heart.

    For once even Ser Richard looks relaxed as he spectates, confident that the Praetorian Guard had secured the temple. High praise indeed of Sandor's work, though he did place himself right next to Dany, just to be safe you note. On her other side stands Vee, still a touch out of place amid pomp and pageantry even with her new title, and beyond her Waymar and Tyene, both seeming a touch lost in their own thoughts. Are they imagining their own wedding? You wonder.

    Though you had considered spreading everyone out as suits their official function for this one day and this one moment all the Companions stand together, Malarys and Garin, both in their robes of office, are seated next to Rina, not least because they would show no discomfort at the presence of the fey sorceress whose company might send a chill down the spine of most other mortals. Beneath the icy façade you can clearly see a longing there that will alas not be easily fulfilled.

    It is all you can do to keep your expression to a smile and not a startled laugh when Maelor motions towards you in Braavosi thieves cant of all things. 'Doing great, now close the deal.'

    You probably should answer mentally, but you allow yourself the small indulgence of answering in like manner. 'Many thanks for the insight'. The signs were not built with sarcasm in mind, but you can still overemphasize the gestures.

    Raising your gaze from the insouciant grin of your one-time apprentice you look upon the only one among your companions who is not seated, for one simple reason. Xor, floating above the heads of the crowd, is the orchestra. Voices ethereal and instruments unseen echo through the domed hall at your approach, a song not borrowed from the past but new made for this hour and this day, when side by side stand once again the magnates of Essos and the Lords of Westeros, envoys of distant lands and ambassadors to the courts of the djinn and shaitan.

    Yet had this been some narrow temple in a foreign land with a lonely shrine on hurried roads your vows would be the same and you would mean them no less fiercely.

    [] Write in marriage vows

    OOC: A bit short, I know, but it is really late for me and I figured that it would be better to have a short update than none at all until tomorrow.
     
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    Crowning Moment ​

    Twenty-Fifth Day of the Eighth Month 294 AC

    Even to the eye unused to sorcery, Lya's crown is a marvel, as though the stars of some alien firmament had been laid about her brow, rough nodules and delicate spindles, rhomboids and ellipsoids carved with a unerring hand, flashing and flickering with colors the eye can see but the mind cannot quite grasp. Yet for all its power of this dazzling display, the Empress Sage crowning herself with the work of her own art, that is far indeed from the pinnacle of Lya's art.

    For one thing, you had eventually decided that having the Harbringer present would send the wrong message and for another no one is paying much attention to the woman sitting not far from your mother wrapped in a sky-blue cloak, also Lya. Well almost no one, you catch the Red Viper turning his gaze thither. One can practically hear the jests about a missed opportunity already, at least he has not figured out mind speech just yet.

    At the heart of the great dome where the noonday light falls in a golden column through a clear circle of glasteel called the Eye of the Gods, the two of your turn to face each other under the gaze of not just gods but men. Mummery this may be in its own way, but it brings you joy as few things can, to be standing here in this hall, friends and companions in attendance, and speak aloud the vow you have so long held in your heart.

    For once, even Ser Richard looks relaxed as he spectates, confident that the Preatorian Guard had secured the temple. High praise indeed of Sandor's work, though he did place himself right next to Dany, just to be safe, you note. On her other side stands Vee, still a touch out of place amid pomp and pageantry even with her new title, and beyond her Waymar and Tyene, both seeming a touch lost in their own thoughts. Are they imagining their own wedding? You wonder.

    Although you had considered spreading everyone out as suits their official function for this one day and this one moment, all the Companions stand together, Malarys and Garin, both in their robes of office are seated next to Rina, not least because they would show no discomfort at the presence of the fey sorceress whose company might send a chill down the spine of most other mortals. Beneath the icy facade, you can clearly see a longing there that will alas not be easily fulfilled.

    It is all you can do to keep your expression to a smile and not a startled laugh when Maelor motions towards you in Braavosi thieves cant, of all things. 'Doing great, now close the deal.'

    You probably should answer mentally but you allow yourself the small indulgence of answering in like manner. 'Many thanks for the insight' the signs were not built with sarcasm in mind, but you can still overemphasize the gestures.

    Raising your gaze from the insouciant grin of your one-time apprentice, you look upon the only one among your companions who is not seated, for one simple reason. Xor floating above the heads of the crowd is the orchestra. Voices ethereal and instruments unseen echo through the domed hall at your approach, a song not borrowed from the past but new made for this hour and this day, when side by side stand once again the magnates of Essos and the Lords of Westeros, envoys of distant lands and ambassadors to the courts of the Genie realms.

    Yet had this been some narrow temple in a foreign land or lonely shrine on hurried roads, your vows would be the same and you would mean them no less fiercely.

    [] Write in marriage vows

    OOC: A bit short, I know, but it is really late for me and I figured that it would be better to have a short update than done at all until tomorrow. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

    Very nice, dude. You keep busting out this romantic stuff.
     
    Okay, we need some wedding vows, ya'll. Anyone willing to write something for us?
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Even to the eye unused to sorcery Lya's crown is a marvel, as though the stars of some alien firmament had been laid about her brow, rough nodules and delicate spindles, rhomboids and ellipsoids carved with a unerring hand, flashing and flickering with colors the eye can see but the mind cannot quite grasp.
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    Lya once again coming in to remind us all that this is a fairy tale and she's the protagonist. :V
     
    /Googles wedding vows

    /engages Plagiarization Engine

    [X] "I, Viserys, take you, Lya, to be my beloved wife, to have and to hold you, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times, and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always. I promise you this from my heart, for all the days of my life. I take you as you are, loving who you are now and who you are yet to become. I promise to listen to you and learn from you, to support you and accept your support. I will laugh with you, cry with you, grow with you, and create with you. I will love you and have faith in your love for me, through all our years and all that life may bring us."
     
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