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

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Wasn't the winning vote to uncloak as a man and then change?

That "Suddenly! Dragon-Man!" went poorly was rather obvious.
 
Evaunit02mark1 said:
We might want to hurry, if we're not quick we really will have to hunt down twenty bear asses.
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I would actually consider it quite funny if they are exactly 20 people by now.

[X] Yes, let him witness the end of it
-[X] Offer one of the Free Folk to come too, in case they want their own witness.

Wouldn't mind the spear-maiden to tag along.

With how these guys are social-darwinist cannibals, there is no chance that we recruit them anyway. Maybe if they started to turn unwilling people which we can free, but the main leadership is dead meat.
 
DragonParadox said:
Of the Savage Hunters ​

Sixteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC

With scarce a though you call upon the fire in your blood clenching your teeth against the moment's exquisite pain. Flesh flows like water, bones break and reform stronger by far, still under the glamor's shroud, then you let the magic break one wing curved slightly behind the ranger. "Or perhaps they seek allies better versed in sorcery..."

At this point confronted with a your scaled bulk half again as as high as a tall man most would at least hesitate and draw back. Five bowstrings snap: two arrows snap entirely against your scales while another pair manage to rip through you exposed wing casting a line of hot blood onto the stony ground. Alas you had not counted for the boldness... not to say rank folly of the Free Folk.

You take 9 damage

Things would likely have gone far worse from there on for the 'crab men' were it not for the fact that the last arrow, let loose with unsteady hands, passed close enough to the scarred wildling chief's head that it is not your blood alone that is spilled. The man turns from you with surprising swiftness and proceeds to shout a stream of invective at his followers.

You raise a clawed hand to forestall Dany and Ser Richard. If nothing else the man's has a masterful grasp on profanity.

"...ye motherless son of a poxied goat and the lice that rode it!" he finishes, finally taking a deep breath.

"Those are the only two arrows you get to use without me counting you... inhospitable," you growl at the wildlings still in front of you, the ones either too bold or two frozen in fear to beat a hasty retreat.

"Well... fuck ain't ye big," Brel answers, doing a half-way decent job to hide his fear. "Where'd the Crows find ye?"

"I am not one to answer questions from those who shoot me," you answer coldly just as Dany still unseen heals you with a touch

You heal 9 damage

"Elle, Torin, apologize for being proper fucking shots!" The old chief shouts.

For that you receive a pair of only slightly trembling apologies.

All the while Harwood had been watching the strange scene with a sort of incredulous amusement until at last he speak: "We're hunting bears. Point us at 'em and we'll be on our way."

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At last the story comes out, or at least as much as Brel's lot know it. Three years ago almost to the day during the summer snows a pair of hunters were weeks late coming back, long enough that they were counted dead by their fellows until they at least returned wild-eyed and dirty 'as though they had been rolling in the mud like hogs.' They came with meat so the tribe welcomed them... but their strangeness did not end there. They begun speaking of a Great Bear they found in the hills who gave the gift of skins...

"Thought they were wargs we did when food started going missing, but no beasts hung 'round them," Brell explain sleanign on his spear and looking into the distance. "Then the old folk started going... then Olvar with the limp leg. That's when Elle found the bear-skin in her man's house, and the bones."

From the tone it was clear enough that he did not mean the bones of beasts.

"Should have slit their throats in their sleep!" Dany hisses from your shoulder, whatever animosity she may have held for these folk directed at their murderous kin.

"Tried to," the dark-haired 'spear-wife' who had shot you said. "He healed right up soon as the knife went out of him. Thought I was dead then and there, but he said he would not kill the strong. They would be needed come the cold night."

"There were three bear-men, not two," Harwood interrupted.

"It's catchin' somehow," Brel agrees grimly. "When they left the camp..."

"When we drove them out!" one of the other men shouts.

"When they left, 'cause we sure as shit couldn't drive 'em anywhere," the chief pressed on. "There were five of 'em and they probably took up with others since. Food's scarce out there in the hills. Can hardly be picky about who you take up with if they can find it."

After a moment's pause you hand the man your wayfinder and bid him to think on these... exiles. Two were moving the third was not, you had your quarry.

"Burn the skins dragon-man and you'll have our thanks for it," Elle said drawing a few agreements.

Do you take Harwood along for the final leg of the journey to the bear-men's den?

[] Yes, let him witness the end of it

[] No, you no longer need a guide

OOC: Wildling diplomacy in a nut-shell. Not the most reasonable people, but not entirely insane either. Mind turning into a half-human monster may not have been the best move to start talking with this bunch.
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Gotta say, I really appreciate the Free Folk's instincts.

The first reaction to a Huge Dragon man coming out of nowhere is to interrupt his monologue :V

Also, is it possible that there is actually just a really powerful bear spirit blessing these people, instead of a druid as was speculated?
Whoever it is seems to be trying to gather an army to face the Others, so many we can come to an accord with them?

[X] No, you no longer need a guide

If the Free Folk admitted that they couldn't scratch the bear people, our Guide has no business being anywhere near them, especially if there are more than three.
He'll know when we come back, either with the bear people in tow or with their corpses.
 
Wait.. I think this is a Old Gods shenanigan.
Kill the weak and eat them so that the Others can't raise them to undeath.

We need a sample of that bear skin!
 
This might be odd, but if the ranger wants to come back this way, I want an oath from of all of these people that they will treat him as a guest when he does. Otherwise he can just not go near them.

[X] Azel
 
Artemis1992 said:
[X] Azel


Focking Lycantrophy.
That's no blessing, not unless those guys have exeptionional willsaves.

Theoretically Werebears should be good, but it doesn't look like that here.
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I don't think Lycanthropes have any sort of extended lifespans, although I'm not too familiar with Pathfinder so I could be wrong on that.

So unless there has been one in stasis since the War for the Dawn or something, I'm not sure how a rando werebear could have information about the Others.
It could also be a Wildling that stumbled onto some sort of ritual to become one, in which case we could learn it for ourselves and maybe use it for our troops, so long as it doesn't come with the uncontrollable bloodlust and cannibalism and such.

I mean, werebears aren't any worse than minotaurs for PR purposes, right? :V
 
[X] Azel
Believe it or not, I can't quite argue with bears' logic here, it's not like there is any other choice but leaving only strong people for them considering that Long Night is coming and stuff.
And that we haven't yet decided what to do with them, that too.
Chances are, this is Old Gods' doing. What a fun sacrifice it'll be, an Old Gods-aligned super-bear to those the same gods...
Frankly speaking, just making sure that these bears won't do a thing to Crows' Bros' seems the best thing right now, too much involvement with wildlings' politics for my taste otherwise :/
I'm all for questioning the shit outta bloodraven, but not much anything else besides maybe helping Watch here north.
 
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