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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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Yeah, I argued pretty hard to get rid of him, but once it was decided that we were going to keep him instead, I switched over to trying to make him as effective a minion as possible. The same happened with Rhango, Relath, and Amrelath.
Vote closed.
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Same here :/ Keeping him felt stupid and OOC, like we were establishing Viserys' priorities not according to IC concerns but according to OOC fan favorites.
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Thanks for the feedback everyone it was really helpful. I think I've sorted out the worst of the formatting errors. Thanks, @TotallyNotEvil for the tips regarding combat scenes they were really great. I'll try to implement some of them when I do the next round of edits later in the week.
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My full agreement here, but the thread needs is pokemon.
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Fat arctic chicken
Personally I wanted to keep him due to IC reasoning, namely that he was strong and hadn't actually done any damage, so he should get a chance to work for us, then again I also really wanted to recruite the Kongamato for a long time.
But it wasn't due to OOC consideration, I don't even care about Canon Bronn, I just wanted to recruit him, because he was a level 10+ PC, that would work for something as simple as gold.
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I thought we took Rhango because we didn't want to deal with the Dothraki. Was that not the case?
I was unexpectedly busy the last few hours. Writing now.
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I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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I honestly hated every moment of it, but only because you were there.
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Polyglot of Chimera
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The stockholm is slipping, I see. Going to have to fix that...
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According to 'Recent Activity' on their profile page, all over the place.
Update in beta.
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Part MMCDXC: The Cracked Mirror
The Cracked Mirror
Tenth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
How far up does it go? the thought echoes in your mind. Just the tunnel or the whole manse? It's hard to imagine anyone rigging the whole of the house to fall down and all the souls in it besides on the strength of a single damn trap. Hard, but not impossible for those man enough to traffic with the tanar'ri. Even as you weave webs of light and sorcery to hold up the ceiling you send word to Leto and Mereth to hold where they are for now, to see to the guests' as far as they are able but keep themselves safe also. You value the lives of those oathsworn to you more than that of those who might yet be.
Something of the thought must have bled into the link for you find it echoed back with mingled appreciation and suspicion, though more of the former than the latter from Mereth. She more than her sister had come to if not fully understand your motivations then at least anticipate them.
"Through!" you motion to your conjured spirits. After a moment's hesitation you add, "Thirty feet, and be ready for a fight..."
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The world twists with the familiar dislocation of transposition as though the stone were a ship's deck beneath your feet.
Blackness greets you, pure emptiness beyond even your eyes' power to pierce, so deep that you cannot even see your hand in front of your face much less your companions. At least the ground still feels like stone underfoot and the air is still fit to breathe. That is what you had been most worried of... A sound begins to thrum in that hollow place, and at first you think it the beat of your heart thumping behind your eyelids, then it grows louder and louder, like a drum in the dark, like the call of some great beast. You are not alone.
"Flame Light!" you call in the tongue of Wyrms, a ward against the living dead and other things that love deep the deepest dark.
Fiery radiance bursts from your body like a living sun. For but a moment the corona struggles against the unnatural murk, flickering and leaping. It proves the stronger in the end, revealing... another long dark corridor alike to the one you had just come from. Damn it, you had wasted spells. The sound is still all around you, but it is a distant thing barely worthy of note...
Something about the notion stands ill in you thoughts like an itch you cannot scratch. Why would you ignore strange happenings in the lair of an unknown magus? Folly and worse than folly.
Only then do you become aware of the insidious pressure upon your mind. Trust the light, all is well. How could this fool hope to stand against your magic? it whispers in a voice so like your own you might easily have missed it. The darkness had not been the trap, it had been a test to find that which you most trust and then strengthen that trust beyond reason that you would walk into the halls of your foe. Yet you had learned that no tool is without flaw, no strength that does not hold the seeds of weakness. A silent chill goes through you as you realize the power, whatever it was, had slipped past the crown's wards.
The sound stops, leaving your senses thrumming like a lute's strings. Oh how you would wish for your companions beside you and not these hollow puppets of your will.
Not six-score feet ahead the corridor opens into a wide echoing chamber beneath a stone dome, and in the center a pool guarded by roughly hewn plinths... no, broken statues. Something about the room is eerily familiar. Perhaps a dream... No, you stop rooted to the spot with realization. This place is a broken, defiled echo of the central chamber of the House of Black and White.
No sooner had the thought come into your mind that a hooded figure rises from the black waters, a skeletal thing looming some nine feet high. The poisoned water does not cling to its garments.
"Lord Bartaris, I presume?" you ask dryly, voicing the suspicion that had long since taken root in your mind.
"So you have found a mask, little dragon," the being rasps. "How very wise of you with all the magics of your kindred at your disposal to see through a deception meant for the blind and churning masses." For all it seeks not to show it the sorcerer, or whatever it may be, sounds irked.
"I was not aware there were rules to follow," you scoff. "Come then, let us end this charade of betrayer of kith and kin," an assumption but a fair one, given how the servants of the Many-Faced God despise those who would cheat their god so.
"You did not accept my hospitality," comes mock-chiding answer. "This would have been so much more entertaining had I your semblance to see myself in." With a chill you realize your foe means much more than glamour or even simple transformation of the flesh. How much of your power could he have mirrored and what would he have done with it, you wonder grimly.
A small but insistent part of your mind calls to keep him talking, for you could trick far more lore from a being in full possession of its wits than an empty skull, while pragmatism call to end this as swiftly as possible, no matter how talkative your foe seems to be. Then again he must think your wits addled from the trap you had just thrown off.
What do you do?
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OOC: Yes, that compulsion could get through Mind Blank because it was the equivalent of a mythic ritual cast over centuries. It still did not have a good chance of getting through Viserys' high will save.
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Okay before we all miss it. Remember that this month is the last month for the Nagas so we may need to get on that. But in other news is the consensus on capture or murder? Because Mythic Turtle beam would be an interesting attempt to be sure...
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If he's undead then he's immune to turtling unless we manage to get a Spark of Life spell on him.
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