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

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Just came back from the dentist again. Update is going to be in a bit when all the pain and numbness (yes both on different teeth) finally go away. The last time I tried to write to distract myself it did not go well in the long run.
 
DragonParadox said:
Just came back from the dentist again. Update is going to be in a bit when all the pain and numbness (yes both on different teeth) finally go away. The last time I tried to write to distract myself it did not go well in the long run.
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Oh, they didn't learn the first time ei?!

[X] Besiege the Romanian Dental Association... Again!
-[X] This time, target their latex glove supply. They will know pain!
 
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Part MMMDCCCXVII: Of Mist and Mechanism
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    • Of Mist and Mechanism ​

    Eleventh Day of the Ninth Month 294 AC

    "Mist," you say the word aloud as much as think it at the others. You will have to thank Wyla for the idea. "Do you have any bottles we could use?"

    It does not take Garin more than a moment to catch on and as it happens he does not lack for bottles to make use of the idea his aunt had come up with on her long ago journeys across the sunlit world. "I keep them for blood..." the thought trails off with an unaccustomed edge of awkwardness to it. "Oh, not for that. Samples from my target to scry them easier by later."

    "Don't forget to toss us out if you get in a fight," Ser Richard says gruffly as the spell washes over him.

    Thus you are made into mist and clinging fog. It does not feel like flying and nor like floating, more like embracing the air and tasting every whiff of smoke and every grain of dust. Part of you worries the glamor might fail now that it no longer has any solid substance to cling to, leaving you in perhaps the most conspicuous form one could have in this realm of flame and scorching heat.

    But no, the glamor holds, and glass you find 'tastes' strangely bitter and acerbic when one is formless particulate matter. One can almost feel the sand of which it had once been made, along with the heat of the forge.

    The glass you are in is not translucent, it would after all be rather awkward if one were to see that the High Inquisitor is carrying bottles of blood, and so all you can do is wait and trust in your friend's skill of hiding in his own shadow even without a single spark of magic. From inside his cloak you can feel as much as hear the sound of heavy footfalls and the distorted words of the guards. Wyla had said it was a skill to use your senses in this form, you just had not considered how much that was the case.

    "Trouble ahead," you hear Garin's voice in your mind again, crisp and clear. "The lift down will only work if you call out your rank and it matches a blood signature. Every person that gets on has to do it."

    "That must be a clever trick given that we are inside a ward against all divination and blood seeking spells are divination..."

    "Well that is what they are doing, cutting their finger and placing them on this little gold plaque, it even comes away healed," he replies. "Do you want to come up and see?"

    It is as Garin had said. You watch as a noble janni in robes of crimson and orange cuts his finger with a practiced flick of his athame and speaks boldly. "Ilthik-Ress, se-malolo." Mage hunter, you translate automatically, though his accent throws you for a moment. It is not the affected courtly tones of the officers who wish to see more tied to the city than they are, nor the faintly musical dialect of the dervishes, nor for that matter the harsh trade tongue affected by most of the traders. If anything he sounds like someone who had learned the tongue of fire in the realm of the Peerless Empire.

    You watch with interest as his shield bearing guards hook themselves onto the outside of the lift, making a wall of enchanted metal between their master and any who would strike him as he descends. The way their mechanical appendages click around the bar makes you think they were designed to the purpose.

    What do you do?

    [] Try to slip onto the platform unseen and unheard

    [] Try to grip onto the platform's railing where the constructs are not hanging onto it

    [] Fly down the shaft

    [] Write in

    OOC: After this I am going to have to make another map.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    Of Mist and Mechanism ​

    Eleventh Day of the Ninth Month 294 AC

    "Mist," you say the word aloud as much as think it at the others. You will have to thank Wyla for the idea. "Do you have any bottles we could use?"

    It does not take Garin more than a moment to catch on, and as it happens he does not lack for bottles to make use of the idea his aunt had come up with on her long ago journeys across the sunlit world. "I keep them for blood..." the thought trails off with an unaccustomed edge of awkwardness to it. "Oh, not for that, samples from my target to scry them easier by later."

    "Don't forget to toss us out if you get in a fight," Ser Richard says gruffly as the spell washes over him.

    Thus, you are made into mist and clinging fog. It does not feel like flying, nor like floating, more like embracing the air and tasting every whiff of smoke, every grain of dust. Part of you worries the glamor might fail now that it no longer has any solid substance to cling to, leaving you in perhaps the most conspicuous form one could have in this realm of flame and scorching heat.

    But no, the glamor holds and glass, you find, 'tastes' strangely bitter and acerbic when one is formless particulate matter, one can almost feel the sand of which it had once been made, the heat of the forge.

    The glass you are in is not translucent. After all, it would be rather awkward if one were to see that the High Inquisitor is carrying bottles of blood, and so all you can do is wait and trust in your friend's skill of hiding in his own shadow even without a single spark of magic. From inside his cloak you can feel as much as hear the sound of heavy footfalls and the distorted words of the guards. Wyla had said it was a skill to use your senses in this form, you just had not considered how much that was the case.

    "Trouble ahead," You hear Garin's voice in your mind again, crisp and clear. "The lift down will only work if you call out your rank and it matches a blood signature. Every person that gets on has to do it."

    "That must be a clever trick given that we are inside a ward against all divination and blood seeking spells are divination..."

    "Well, that is what they are doing, cutting their finger and placing them on this little gold plaque, it even comes away healed," he replies. "Do you want to come up and see?"

    It is as Garin had said. You watch as a noble Janni in robes of crimson and orange cuts his finger with a practiced flick of his athame and speaks boldly. "Ilthik-Ress, se-malolo." Mage hunter, you translate automatically, though his accent throws you for a moment. It is not the affected courtly tones of the officers who wish to seem more tied to the city than they are, nor the faintly musical dialect of the dervishes, nor for that matter the harsh trade tongue affected by most of the traders. If anything, he sounds like someone who had learned the tongue of fire in the realm of the Peerless Empire.

    You watch with interest as his shield-bearing guards hook themselves onto the outside of the lift making a wall of enchanted metal between their master and any who would strike him as he descends. The way their mechanical appendages click around the bar makes you think they were designed for the purpose.

    What do you do?

    [] Try to slip onto the platform unseen and unheard

    [] Try to grip onto the platform's railing where the constructs are not hanging onto it

    [] Fly down the shaft

    [] Write in

    OOC: After this I am going to have to make another map. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    This really feels like the kin of puzzle dungeon we haven't done in years.

    Well, for more practical things, trying to sneak on the platform with someone calling himself a magehunter is propably out, he can sure as hell see through glamors some way and even Garin will find it difficult to hide on an open platform.

    Given the high chance of failure for divination spells in here, maybe the whole magical control of the lift is just a bluff and we could activate it by saying the right words, without the right blood?
    For an even bolder alternative, did Garin have this skilltrick?
    He could try to draw a bit of blood from the Amir and use that to operate the lift. He might not notice a tiny sting, if Garin gets away immediatly?
     
    [X] Try to grip onto the platform's railing where the constructs are not hanging onto it

    Garin should be able to pull this off easily while carrying our bottled forms.
     
    Trying to slip onto the platform might be a bit too much to pull off, while simply flying down the shaft seems like something that would run afoul of security features features intended to mitigate that vulnerability.

    [X] Try to grip onto the platform's railing where the constructs are not hanging onto it
     
    Artemis1992 said:
    Won't hanging from the platform bring us right on eye-level to the trueseeing guardians`?
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    True Seeing doesn't do anything to help see someone who isn't hidden through illusions. Garin's bonus to Hide is very high without factoring in modifiers like Invisibility, so he should be able to do it. He can use Mythic Surge for a bit more oomph, too.

    Also, I'm not sure exactly how @DragonParadox intended it, but I was picturing him hanging from the railing Ninja Warrior style, kinda dangling beneath everyone on the platform.
     
    Goldfish said:
    True Seeing doesn't do anything to help see someone who isn't hidden through illusions. Garin's bonus to Hide is very high without factoring in modifiers like Invisibility, so he should be able to do it. He can use Mythic Surge for a bit more oomph, too.
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    He already did do it on his last roll. No sense hoarding those when a stealth break fails the whole mission.
     
    So I have good news and bad news.

    Good news is that I have the map done for the next level. Bad news is my teeth hurt like hell again and the painkillers are doing absolutely nothing at all for it. I do not think I can write anything even halfway decent in this state, never mind run an adventure.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    So I have good news and bad news.

    Good news is that I have the map done for the next level. Bad news is my teeth hurt like hell again and the painkillers are doing absolutely nothing at all for it. I do not think I can write anything even halfway decent in this state, never mind run an adventure.
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    Sounds like @Takesis had the right idea about those dentists...

    Take it easy, dude. You'll feel better in a day or two.
     
    Well good night guys, see you tomorrow with hopefully less tooth pain and more actual questing

    I am sorry for slowing down like this, but given that I ended up having to retcon updates for writing them while distracted I think this is for the best in the end.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Well good night guys, see you tomorrow with hopefully less tooth pain and more actual questing

    I am sorry for slowing down like this, but given that I ended up having to retcon updates for writing them while distracted I think this is for the best in the end.
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    Take care of yourself first DP, you're more important than a story.
     
    *Hides behind crates of Dental Casts. Teeth flying everywhere

    'Yes, you take care DP, over!"

    *Takes a peek and almost got seared by Dental Curing Light Laser

    "Whoa! Getting pretty intense here!"

    *Startled as several Dental Teaching Models appear behind the corner, clacking then exploding. Luckily I rolled away to safety... only to hurl into the corner, retching

    "Oh gods! They brought out the big guns! Everyone, do not look up Baby Teeth Sk-"

    *Transmission lost... We need backup...
     
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