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

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ryuan said:
The only thing that's awful about those demon sharks is the SR 21 which is no joke. A +9 to ref and will would make things too easy otherwise. I mean, Mythic baleful polymorph and suddenly ALL THE SACRIFICES, without risk of turtling an innocent.
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It's not too bad, we've got Assay Spell Resistance for that.
 
TotallyNotEvil said:
3) We need our standard action to transform, and we should do so ASAP.
4) Are we supposed to wait for him to act? If not, are we supposed to Celerity it?
5) We can do this the very next turn.
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3. Not being argued against.
4. No and No.
5. Not being argued against.

I really don't know how many different ways to state this is an alternative action to the transformation if Viserys judges it necessary based on developing circumstances. There is no opportunity cost unless we find ourselves in a situation where it is believed IC to be necessary.

I really don't feel you are understanding my point at all here and the rest of our differences are kind of incidental to this aspect.

TotallyNotEvil said:
1) There is no reason he wouldn't have already snapped his fingers and done it if he could.
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An assumption as much as any other really.

TotallyNotEvil said:
2) You are assuming putting a lid in the container stops the extraction. Big assumption.
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The spell is pretty explicit in what it locks down, some of my stance is reasonable assumption of actions or effects that fall under it's more general statements (e.g. "you seal the life force within the target"), the majority RAW (e.g. "renders its targets immune to effects that extract or transfer its soul").
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  • [X] Plan TNE
    -[X] Ask Mereth what's going on upstairs.
    --[X] If nothing is on fire, nobody dying from a failing ritual, or things otherwise going down, ask how he subverted this place once hallowed to the Many-Faced God.
    ---[X] See if you can make m monologue about his evil plans. They love to do that, don't they? Watch out for him buying time, however. Also, watch out for the WoF duration.
    --[X] If the victims are in imminent danger or things are otherwise going down, attack.
    ---[X] Have an Avoral use its True Seeing to detect shenanigans, while they other readies an action to charge him if he casts a spell.
    ---[X] Wait the all-clear from the Avoral. Transform into HHD and draw Dark Sister, use a swift action (due Spellsurge) to cast Dragon's Roar. If need be, use your move action to get within 15ft so he's in melee range.
    [X] Plan LonelyWolf999
    [X] Plan LonelyWolf999
    -[X] Ask Mereth what's going on upstairs.
    —[X] If nothing is on fire, nobody dying from a failing ritual, or things otherwise going down, ask how he subverted this place once hallowed to the Many-Faced God.
    —[X] If the victims are in imminent danger, attack. Open with a Dragon's Roar then launch a salvo of Quickened Searing Agonizing Elemental Fire Darts.
    [X] Plan TNE
    -[X] Ask Mereth what's going on upstairs.
    --[X] If nothing is on fire, nobody dying from a failing ritual, or things otherwise going down, ask how he subverted this place once hallowed to the Many-Faced God.
    ---[X] See if you can make him monologue about his evil plans. They love to do that, don't they? Watch out for him buying time however, there are 17 rounds of WoF left.
    --[X] If the victims are in imminent danger or things are otherwise going down, attack.
    ---[X] Have an Avoral use its True Seeing to detect shenanigans, while they other readies an action to attack him if he casts a spell.
    ---[X] Transform into HHD and draw Dark Sister, use a swift action (due Spellsurge) to cast Dragon's Roar. If need be, use your move action to get into 15ft so he's in melee range.
    ---[X] If Lord Bartaris appears to be using soul/life draining magic or if Viserys is informed of the guests being drained by the ritual, cast Greater Sealed Life.
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    • Twenty-Seventh Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
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    "Don't look down," Criston spoke quietly, the cascade of rocks they had narrowly dodged tumbling alongside covering up the cry of alarm Denys let out, moldering flesh of the waking dead and rusted weaponry crashing against the cliff face before disappearing from view.

    Manfully, Denys did not look down, and Criston refrained from commenting on the past few moments. With one heave the older man dragged him up and over the edge, watching out into howling night around them. In the distance flashes of lightning lit up the darkness, not bolts falling from on high, but flashes of skyfire dancing in the air as if directed by an intelligent hand.

    "Pity," a cold voice intoned, sending chills up Denys' spine. "This is less clean... and I will not much enjoy killing you regardless." Ghost lights lit up the empty sockets of the creature looming before them, a helmet reminiscent of a bird of prey concealing the macabre horror. Atop a skeletal mount they rode, a twisted beast that might once have been a fine Dornish sand steed. "For what it is worth, I am sorry." Their grip tightened on the spear with a cruel tip which glowed with fel enchantments, twisting it with grace to deflect Criston's sudden lunging strike with ease. The haft nearly found its way through the Stormlander's chest, but not before a vial had exploded near their errant limb, sending the blow astray.

    "Saved... that one... you bastard," Denys choked out, wheezing breaths, his throat a mass of bruised flesh from where it had been gripped earlier, only to be tossed like a child's toy. "Criston!"

    The other man swung out with a borrowed cairn blade, the sword briefly flashing when cleaving apart the skeletal knight's mount, though the thing had not gotten the message that it should remain dead, it did send their rider tumbling. Another sudden blow finally found its way into the back of their relentless pursuer despite how quickly they regained their feet.

    For a moment, Denys dared to hope it was over, before the thing turned around, eyes balefully pinning Criston into place before a strike placed with impossible strength sent the warrior to his knees. Only quick thinking allowed him to deflect a killing blow. How many more close calls will we have? Denys wondered. The thing had been with them every step of the way... had planned on chasing them into that First Man tomb, Denys realized, though how it had released what kept the witless dead slumbering he knew not, and now it sought to put them in their graves. Would they all follow after it, he despaired, replace the waking dead with worse ilk?

    "An army I am to gather, and any army requires its commanders, as much as its soldiers," he said bitterly. "I will not quietly rot until Caron and Dondarrion are at last snuffed out. A promise, an oath. I have forsworn too many already."

    Denys spat, palming his empty pouch belted at his waist. "So you take up a dead man's mantle and call it justice? He was a pawn near as much as you are now, lead to their doom by ill-fated rebellion." Damn all rebels, Denys thought, at least the ones to the north live and breathe the same air as us!

    "You want justice, boy?! Then seize upon it as I have!" Denys knew he couldn't move quickly enough, with his broken bones, couldn't dodge that viper fast spear thrust of theirs. His hand found his blade quick enough however, anything to give Criston a chance.

    A shuffling caught their attention as Criston smashed both fists against the Vulture's helmet, staggering them another crucial moment. "You want Dondarrion blood?!" Criston shouted, "Come and get it, you bastard!"

    Denys gasped as he watched the two grapple briefly, before darting forward to add some weight to the scuffle in the living man's favor. The dead Dornishman tumbled over the edge.

    Silence reigned for several moments, the two making instinctual eye contact as no sound of clattering rocks or a body in armor hitting the ground met their ears. "We need to go, quickly!"

    Denys looked into the distance. The lightning flashes stopped, he thought. That could be good or bad. No, nothing about this night has been particularly good. There were still the newly disturbed unquiet dead in the Boneway. If they made it out of here alive, they would have to deliver word to Sunspear at the soonest. "Find the horses," Denys whispered. "They were over towards where we saw Ceria."

    "Damn fool," Criston swore, almost bending down to drag him away, "What about you? That thing comes back and..."

    "Then run, Criston. If Ceria has her spells still, she can help with my leg. But we need the horses!" Criston grit his teeth, but eventually Denys couldn't hear the sound his exertions or curses anymore.

    Now he had to figure out a way to explain a newly risen dead outlaw with a grudge to the Prince without sounding like a complete madman. Or making them think the four of them had a hand in waking him up.

    Suddenly, a revelation struck him all at once.

    "Dondarrion blood?"

    Eloquently, Denys expressed his regret for everything that had already transpired.

    "Fuck."    ​
     
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    • Crake said:

    Twenty Seventh Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
    <<<Previous


    "Don't look down," Criston spoke quietly, the cascade of rocks they had narrowly dodged tumbling alongside covering up the cry of alarm Denys let out, moldering flesh of the waking dead and rusted weaponry crashing against the cliff face before disappearing from view.

    Manfully, Denys did not look down, and Criston refrained from commenting on the past few moments. With one heave the older man dragged him up and over the edge, watching out into howling night around them. In the distance flashes of lightning lit up the darkness, not bolts falling from on high, but flashes of skyfire dancing in the air as if directed by an intelligent hand.

    "Pity," a cold voice intoned, sending chills up Denys' spine. "This is less clean... and I will not much enjoy killing you regardless." Ghost lights lit up the empty sockets of the creature looming before them, a helmet reminiscent of a bird of prey concealing the macabre horror. Atop a skeletal mount they rode, a twisted beast that might once have been a fine Dornish sand steed. "For what it is worth, I am sorry." Their grip tightened on the spear with a cruel tip which glowed with fel enchantments, twisting it with grace to deflect Criston's sudden lunging strike with ease. The haft nearly found its way through the Stormlander's chest, but not before a vial had exploded near their errant limb, sending the blow astray.

    "Saved... that one... you bastard," Denys choked out, wheezing breaths, his throat a mass of bruised flesh from where it had been gripped earlier, only to be tossed like a child's toy. "Criston!"

    The other man swung out with a borrowed cairn blade, the sword briefly flashing when cleaving apart the skeletal knight's mount, though the thing had not gotten the message that it should remain dead, it did send their rider tumbling. Another sudden blow finally found its way into the back of their relentless pursuer despite how quickly they regained their feet.

    For a moment, Denys dared to hope it was over, before the thing turned around, eyes balefully pinning Criston into place before a strike placed with impossible strength sent the warrior to his knees. Only quick thinking allowed him to deflect a killing blow. How many more close calls will we have? Denys wondered. The thing had been with them every step of the way... had planned on chasing them into that First Man tomb, Denys realized, though how it had released what kept the witless dead slumbering he knew not, and now it sought to put them in their graves. Would they all follow after it, he despaired, replace the waking dead with worse ilk?

    "An army I am to gather, and any army requires its commanders, as much as its soldiers" he said bitterly. "I will not quietly rot until Caron and Dondarrion are at last snuffed out. A promise, an oath. I have forsworn too many already."

    Denys spat, palming his empty pouch belted at his waist. "So you take up a dead man's mantle and call it justice? He was a pawn near as much as you are now, lead to their doom by ill-fated rebellion." Damn all rebels, Denys thought, at least the ones to the north live and breathe the same air as us!

    "You want justice, boy?! Then seize upon it as I have!" Denys knew he couldn't move quickly enough, with his broken bones, couldn't dodge that viper fast spear thrust of theirs. His hand found his blade quick enough however, anything to give Criston a chance.

    A shuffling caught their attention as Criston smashed both fists against the Vulture's helmet, staggering them another crucial moment. "You want Dondarrion blood?!" Criston shouted, "Come and get it, you bastard!"

    Denys gasped as he watched the two grapple briefly, before darting forward to add some weight to the scuffle in the living man's favor. The dead Dornishman tumbled over the edge.

    Silence reigned for several moments, the two making instinctual eye contact as no sound of clattering rocks or a body in armor hitting the ground met their ears. "We need to go, quickly!"

    Denys looked into the distance. The lightning flashes stopped, he thought. That could be good or bad. No, nothing about this night has been particularly good. There were still the newly disturbed unquiet dead in the Boneway. If they made it out of here alive, they would have to deliver word to Sunspear at the soonest. "Find the horses," Denys whispered. "They were over towards where we saw Ceria."

    "Damn fool," Criston swore, almost bending down to drag him away, "What about you? That thing comes back and..."

    "Then run, Criston. If Ceria has her spells still, she can help with my leg. But we need the horses!" Criston grit his teeth, but eventually Denys couldn't hear the sound his exertions or curses anymore.

    Now he had to figure out a way to explain a new risen dead outlaw with a grudge to the Prince without sounding like a complete madman. Or making them think the four of them had a hand in waking him up.

    Suddenly, a revelation struck him all at once.

    "Dondarrion blood?"

    Eloquently, Denys expressed his regret for everything that had already transpired.

    "Fuck."    ​
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    I think your font is a size too big. Haven't read yet will edit in a better response.

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    This series is definitely going to be something I'll have to read through from start to finish when the time comes but I liked this a lot, part of the reason for both being purposeful disjointedness which does come across quite well.

    Undead in the Boneway, makes sense of course but not something I gave much thought to until now, like most things Westeros :'(. You have made me wonder where else people are dealing with the consequences of history.
     
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    Deliste said:
    I really don't feel you are understanding my point at all here and the rest of our differences are kind of incidental to this aspect
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    Ok, to clarify: the idea is that, if we think he is about to pull some soul shenanigans, we pop Wild Arcana to GLS him instead of transforming on the first round?
    Crake said:
    Yeah, formatting is a bitch, I'm working on it.

    Edit: For some reason the default font size for SV is in between Four and Five. What the fuck, seriously?
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    Yup, its gratuitously annoying.
     
    TotallyNotEvil said:
    I expected an Aiz reference, but metal is fine, too.

    So, Criston is the one who originally escorted Ceria, Denys is the squire who barely escaped the Rebellion and got into alchemy, and I'm betting Ting is helping Ceria escape the Zeus wannabe.

    I hope you are quite well stocked with cigars this time :V
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    Not sure I'm catching the reference... which is probably pretty obvious, but it's late and I'm sleepy.
     
    @TotallyNotEvil

    I went back over everything I wrote for Misfits so far just now... how the hell did you guess a major plot point about one of characters in your last post ex nihilo?!

    :eek:

    Not even joking, legitimately spooked. I was going to post an update from Ceria's PoV next.

    Edit: Oh, you were probably referencing the lightning flashes. Still, that was scarily on point... for different reasons.
     
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    Crake said:
    @TotallyNotEvil

    I went back over everything I wrote for Misfits so far just now... how the hell did you guess a major plot point about one of characters in your last post ex nihilo?!

    :eek:

    Not even joking, legitimately spooked. I was going to post an update from Ceria's PoV next.

    Edit: Oh, you were probably referencing the lightning flashes. Still, that was scarily on point... for different reasons.
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    There's a reason we all trust and respect a guy named "Totally not Evil".
     
    TotallyNotEvil said:
    Ok, to clarify: the idea is that, if we think he is about to pull some soul shenanigans, we pop Wild Arcana to GLS him instead of transforming on the first round?
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    Correct. Otherwise round 1 goes as currently in your vote and GLS is cast round 2, circumstances permitting, as you suggest.

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    Also it's quite heartening to have the font thing confirmed by the thread, I've changed fonts in a post for emphasis and then had a hell of a time switching back, always resorted to going back to a normal sized sentence to type it there and paste over.
     
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    Walliseatscheese said:
    So my ASoF&I is
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    The Ace sat his fat ass in front of Storm's End and partied as it starved in support of the Targaryen Dynasty. In the series, they'reno different from the Lannisters, though less incest and more sword swallowing.

    TotallyNotEvil said:
    See? While we play the Game of Thrones, Mace is playing Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker.
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    I activate the spell card, Magpies of Greed!

    [X] TotallyNotEvil

    By the way, with how The Rhaella's dryad is acting I have a name suggestion for her in the vein of Moonsong-over-still-Waters-at-Midnight.

    Verdant-Majesty-of-Curiosity-sailing-over-Sky-and-Sea.

    Who prefers to be called, Majestic.
     
    Duesal said:
    Shit. That DR has to make it hell to fight.

    They were level 6-ish without magic weapons, weren't they?
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    Sixish when I last told you. And... they got their ass beat. And didn't exactly win.

    To be honest, they lived a lot of that time because the enemy was spending a lot of time talking at them, and most of the pursuit was a gambit to get them to set the rest of the plot into motion. Once they did that, he didn't need them anymore.

    Of course the revelation Criston made at the end there changes things a lot.

    Edit: They also got a little gear in that First Men tomb they disturbed.
     
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    DragonParadox said:
    Ouch... that template is almost purely defensive buffs. Against under-leveled PCs it would be like a tank.
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    Denys used ALL OF HIS ALCHEMICAL ITEMS to stay alive. All of them.

    And the group got some upgrades to their gear over that month.

    But... yeah, needless to say, this isn't the last we'll see of him.
     
    Duesal said:
    :facepalm:

    That overconfidence is going to get him destroyed eventually.

    Monologues kill villains. It is known.
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    For plot related reasons, I cannot state why he didn't dispense with the talking, but something about each of the characters interested him, and he's not exactly got a grudge against anyone who doesn't serve his enemies.

    That's actually well reasoned for an Undead... for an undead, mind you.
     
    Crake said:
    Denys used ALL OF HIS ALCHEMICAL ITEMS to stay alive. All of them.

    And the group got some upgrades to their gear over that month.

    But... yeah, needless to say, this isn't the last we'll see of him.
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    Poor guys. Being an adventurer with a dying budget is super hard. Hopefully they have good luck in the future.
    Crake said:
    For plot related reasons, I cannot state why he didn't dispense with the talking, but something about each of the characters interested him, and he's not exactly got a grudge against anyone who doesn't serve his enemies.

    That's actually well reasoned for an Undead... for an undead, mind you.
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    So he's more or less toying with them out of interest? It's like watching a cat play with its food.
     
    Duesal said:
    Poor guys. Being an adventurer with a dying budget is super hard. Hopefully they have good luck in the future.

    So he's more or less toying with them out of interest? It's like watching a cat play with its food.
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    As @zxzx24 says in all his ineffable wisdom, 1000% Dornish.

    Maxim 998: Always confirm a body is left behind.

    Also, Plot Armor is a Dornish template. Ask Tyene every time she's been kidnapped or targeted by fiends.
     
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