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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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I was just rooting through the ASOIAF wiki and got to the section on the Quiet Isle when I realized that Luncan Longfield isn't actually an OC, he's the Elder Brother that Brienne met and who covered for Sandor. Huh.
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...so do we throw the pokeball at it?
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Isn't he the guy who is the champion of the Seven?
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Gotta catch em all
The guy who received a divine commandment to murder us and proceeded to summon Kingkiller Baelor to act against us? No. He's getting sacrificed.
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Gotta catch em all
Yeah sure we can catch him and turn him into compost for the Old Gods. That would be fun
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Is there a safe and somewhat not-evil way to analyze Lucan's divine connection to the Seven? We don't exactly have all that much intel on them iirc. Maybe as part of the boon for the sacrifice?
I'd put out some thoughts of flipping Lucan to absolutely humiliate the Seven, but that seems unlikely.
I'd put out some thoughts of flipping Lucan to absolutely humiliate the Seven, but that seems unlikely.
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Is this research for The Lads?
Huh, didn't notice. That kind of sucks. He seemed like a pretty swell dude in the books. Not so much now.
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We have better odds ad flipping Brienne, who is currently a impressionable child and cares more about honor and doing good then Lucan, who is basically a brainwashed fanatic that even the chosen of the Maiden considers a zealous idiot.
We're more likely to flip the gods against each other, than to flip any of the chosen against the god that gave them tons of personal attention and power. Specially since they were picked for personal compatibility rather than bloodline powers.
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We still have some good stuff in the armory, could we give that out now?
The Minor Cloak of Displacement is great for any PC who doesn't have a cloak. Maybe Waymar, he not that tough for a melee guy?
The Crown of Swords is nothing great, not on our party level, but any lesser adventurer would profit from it. Mostly those with good wisdom, maybe Azema?
Those Lawful Staves were supposed to be used by Inquisitors I think.
The Bardings are of limited use to True Dragons, but Sheepstealer would already profit from one.
The Minor Cloak of Displacement is great for any PC who doesn't have a cloak. Maybe Waymar, he not that tough for a melee guy?
The Crown of Swords is nothing great, not on our party level, but any lesser adventurer would profit from it. Mostly those with good wisdom, maybe Azema?
Those Lawful Staves were supposed to be used by Inquisitors I think.
The Bardings are of limited use to True Dragons, but Sheepstealer would already profit from one.
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We voted to give Sheepstealer one and Nettles the matching armor.
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We already voted for Sheepstealer to get that barding. Similarly, Nettles is wearing one of the six sets of the Reinforced Segmented Valyrian Steel Fullplate (+2; Resist Fire 20 and SR 12).
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Kinda, yeah. Turns out Lord Cox is also an actual canon character. He's the dipshit who hid in his castle while the Brave Companions raped Saltpans. To be fair, there was nothing he could realistically do, but still.
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I was dismayed once I made the connection as well. The Elder Brother was cool and nice even if you don't believe he was bullshitting Brienne to cover for Sandor so that the Hound could find redemption on the Quiet Isle. Just an excellent case of practicing what you preach, and seeing what an utter asshole Luncan is in this verse makes me sad.
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Part MMCDXCIV: Counting Costs
Counting Costs
Eleventh Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
Mammon's Cloak is certainly convenient in delivering a small stack of gold bars to pay for the manse and the estate around it, a fact which you suspect must irk the Lord of the Third as little else under the sun. Thankfully Lys, unlike Volantis, has no standing laws forbidding the freeing of slaves, and Jarlar is more than happy to grease what wheels are needed to ensure the small estate passes legally into the possession of 'Master Lieu'.
Lost 9,000 IM
Once the two of you were in private the banker himself had been very curious indeed about what you might have found worth paying gold for even without anyone to make the fields and orchards yield. That interest had waned sharply once you started talking about demons and assassin gods. You get the definite sense that Jarlar himself resents magic, not so much magicians in the manner of the superstitious the world over, but simply the fact that the world had grown so much less predictable around it. "Changed the tune in the middle of the dance," he calls it. "Damned unfair." He rubs his eyes against the mist that had descended over them from the aborted ritual. It had taken three wishes spoken one after the other to even restore his sight so far, and it would likely require again that many today to see his sight restored.
For all that you have profited from the changing of the world there's a point to his grousing deeper than one can find in many a finer-honed philosophy—not every man and woman has the time and the aptitude to learn sorcery even among the cleverest. Rising by one's wits is all well and good, until some half-trained sorcerer with more luck than skill took those wits away. It's not often you feel sympathy for a man who wears the gold-trimmed cloak of a magister, still less so a slave-owner, but fair is fair even so. You certainly have no intention to let a fleeing moment of understanding to get in the way of bargaining. This is a man who cuts hard deals.
"Can I count on you and yours to be reasonable when the time comes, magister?" you ask gravely over a glass of requisitioned brandy.
"On me, certainly, though the number of those who are 'mine' will depend upon how reasonable you need me to be," he replies with refreshing directness now that you are well past the usual flowery Essosi courtesies. "Manumission without compensation will set a great many angry folk plotting, and we here in Lys are more likely to choose poison or the dagger in the back over the sword in the front."
"That is no more likely to gain them anything besides a noose," you snort.
"Be that as it may they won't know it," the Lyseni magister points out. "Easy enough to figure for all but the most pig-headed that you are not going to stab a dragon to death, but poison feels like the sort of thing that would work..." he smiles and winks. "Or perhaps a pretty courtesan to stab you when you are sleeping, eh?"
You laugh in reply: "That I am warded against in a far more ordinary manner, for there is only one woman I love."
"Tsk... so many disappointed young ladies," Jarlar shakes his head in mock-sadness, mostly at least.
"Including ones who are related to you," you guess.
"Guilty as charged," he replies. The jesting tone fades from his voice. "That's all you'll be finding me guilty of. Unlike those prancing cocks who took up with that fool Aedon I actually paid attention to who got hanged in Tyrosh and I do not have my fingers in those sorts of deals."
Because you never did or because you pulled them out, you wonder but do not ask. The man before you is shaping up to be too useful to cast aside over what he may have been tangled in years ago. If nothing else you are now certain there is no cruelty in him, though precious little kindness either, looking out for himself first, second, and third.
As though sensing, or perhaps simply guessing your resolution, Jarlar continues, "To business, then. What do you have need of once the cretin loses his army and his life? A palace coup? Your emissary certainly seems one with the wits to organize the like, for all she plays at being the cast-off toy for the fools who buy into that sort of folly."
"Toy?" you ask startled
The merchant smiles. "There is a persistent rumor that she was once your leman, whom you grew bored of and set aside. She denied it strenuously of course... in just such a way as to make many become even more convinced and underestimate her for it."
You hold back a sigh... It's a good tactic and Lya would likely find it amusing, but you had hoped you would be spared at least that sort of rumor.
What do you answer Jarlar?
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OOC: You will notice Jarlar is not asking for any sort of payment yet. That is intentional. He reasons that victorious conquerors are in a better mood and thus more generous.
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Considering the pure amount of woman we surround ourselves with, especially in this day and age, this sort of thing is inevitable.
Also, what ever happened to that other guy, the one who named himself after the play villain? Is he still alive and around?
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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Superstitions of being a philandering cheat are alright so long as your close circle of friends and peers are made aware and have some credibility in the idea that you don't sleep around all the time. Sort of why mistresses are kept on the DL in the first place. Even if it is an open secret, you can't have people discount you for the scandals that chase your heels.
That will be in the next update.