A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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For 2 feats and 1 maxed skill, every warlock can be an amazing stealth (HiPS and Darkstalker) character!
Then you use the rest however you want. UMD, Bluff, AOE control in battle, debugging, melee murder... Whatever.
Crake, Duesal, I'm also interested in how your sessions go! Have fun!
Merry Christmas!
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OK, I'm back and I thought of the thread champion system and how to make it as fair and engaging as posibile:
What do you guys think?
- The thread elects a speaker with a certain number of votes
- The conversation between me and the speaker is in the thread visible to all so if someone wants to interject and offer suggestions to the speaker they can though of course it is up to him or her whether to take them since the speaker is the one voted in
- The speaker can of course choose to have the conversation drop to a full thread vote
- Finally at any point any player can call a time out to have the conversation drop to a thread vote. If the motion gets more votes than the speaker got initially then we move to a vote
What do you guys think?
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I think it's an idea, but ultimately it might be better to try less drastic ideas first. Yesterday you said that when you have to think up counter arguments and such for Viserys they lose the 'write in' bonus and you base how well he's able to respond on the check results. Perhaps as a first step you could have that bonus carry over from the write in itself to include the counter arguments that spring from us being interrupted? That way Viserys doesn't suddenly come across less competent once he's interrupted?
EDIT: There's also something to be said for you feeling empowered to reflect just how competent Viserys has been shown to be at words in more ways yourself. I understand you were at an impasse yesterday where Dusk would derail all our stuff by arguing in bad faith, but at this point does Viserys really need our direct input to argue against stuff like that? I would think smacking that sort of thing down would follow under the same sort of Standard Operating Procedure that 'loot everything' does.
EDIT: There's also something to be said for you feeling empowered to reflect just how competent Viserys has been shown to be at words in more ways yourself. I understand you were at an impasse yesterday where Dusk would derail all our stuff by arguing in bad faith, but at this point does Viserys really need our direct input to argue against stuff like that? I would think smacking that sort of thing down would follow under the same sort of Standard Operating Procedure that 'loot everything' does.
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I could do that too and it would be a simple change to implement. OK let's go with that first, but keep the other system in mind for future votes. For now vote closed, since I have a limited time to actually write today.
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Absolutely! I think it might be a great tool to have in the toolbox in another Rhaella level situation where @Snowfire would be racking up supermajorities minutes after the update was posted. Or something to proactively offer next time we have an opponent like Dusk where you would know ahead of time that the level of back and forth would by necessity be super high.
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Caveat: Lea is deadly in combat. Like deadly deadly. I think she likes outsmarting enemies more because of the effort required, as squishing most of them is too easy.
Hey, it works for Baator! There you can go, voice your complaints and get a judgement. Of course the judge is a devil, as is the lawyer, but, it's a fair process!
Make it 'Aunt Tiamat', that dispenses presents to all the good children and scolds the bad ones. Spread it empire-wide and make sure she (you know, our five-headed would-be nemesis) get's the best impersonisations sent via recording crystal.
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Merry Christmas you all.
Winning vote:
[] Plan Do Not Wake The Dragon
-[] Look directly at Paxter and pause for a moment. "It is a dreadful day for a father to outlive his son. A pain that I had not to endure and hopefully never will, yet I know all too many who had to bury their kin. What many of them would give to see such a cruel fate undone..." // Lead up to a later point.
-[] Be utterly, sickeningly polite: "As for you my lady, if you do not have the authority to speak for your court, you could have just said so, then we could have skipped all of this and I could have negotiated with someone of higher standing." // Operation 'Get Her Furious' is a go.
-[] "However, a bargain struck was never what you wished for, am I right? All those insults spoken to my subjects. The attempt to attack me when I came towards this ship under the flag of parley. I all but had to use force for us to speak face to face like civilized beings, while you seemed unerringly set to stand your ground and let things escalate. And now here we are, you calling me unfit to bargain with, implying I would break an oath given anyway. Spewing one twisted word after another to seem the distressed damsel in the face of the vicious dragon." // The one-sided cliff-notes of what happened so far.
-[] "But this is the tale you need after all. The bloodthirsty monster seeking to burn the Reach. It would not do for you to strike the first blow, but you would gain oh so much if these ships here were burned to the waterline. Mace Tyrell surely would be incensed at the death of his good-brother. Fear and grief would strike the Reacher Lords. And all the while, the poor Fey lady who saw it all happen, escaping the inferno by a hairs width, will be right beside them and offer whatever it is they need to sleep tight again. For the right price of course." Glance over to Paxter at this. // Two people can play the accusation game.
-[] If she tries to deny this: "Ah, but did you not just moments ago claim my concern for those poor mortals among us false, for I were more like you like them? What does it say about you then? Of old times you spoke, as Fey and men lived in what you claim harmony, but the tales speak of other things too. The spirits of the forests they tell about, who are deathless and eternal, seeing no more value in the life of man then in that of cattle. What would you care about three ships full of men cast into the flames if you would stand to gain so much from them? Why should you wait for the opportunity to bargain, when it is oh so easy to make one? You said yourself that your court houses plotters and creatures that harbor ill will toward man. It would be foolish to think that you would not use them for your own ends." // Heavily implying that her court murdered Paxters son on purpose and that this whole thing is a setup.
-[] "No reason have you given me to let you have this crown, just empty claims of prosperity with a list of of caveats and half-mumbled admissions so long that I could use it as a tablecloth. Many Fey I have met and many live in my realm, peacefully, side by side with man as you allegedly wish to. They dwell in the trees, in the forests, on the sea in the cities, from the Golden Heart over the Engineers Guild to my very own keep. Yet no crown they bear and none claim the right to judge mans fate for them. You on the other hand? You would fit right in with the self-important magisters of Essos. All words and no substance, letting others bleed and suffer for your own ends and having the gall to claim it a favor to them. If what you have said is truly what you desired, then you would have tried to find an agreement, yet you didn't and thus I will not meet your demands." // Deliberately ending this on the Fey equivalent of calling her a two-copper harlot.
[] Plan Do Not Wake The Dragon
-[] Look directly at Paxter and pause for a moment. "It is a dreadful day for a father to outlive his son. A pain that I had not to endure and hopefully never will, yet I know all too many who had to bury their kin. What many of them would give to see such a cruel fate undone..." // Lead up to a later point.
-[] Be utterly, sickeningly polite: "As for you my lady, if you do not have the authority to speak for your court, you could have just said so, then we could have skipped all of this and I could have negotiated with someone of higher standing." // Operation 'Get Her Furious' is a go.
-[] "However, a bargain struck was never what you wished for, am I right? All those insults spoken to my subjects. The attempt to attack me when I came towards this ship under the flag of parley. I all but had to use force for us to speak face to face like civilized beings, while you seemed unerringly set to stand your ground and let things escalate. And now here we are, you calling me unfit to bargain with, implying I would break an oath given anyway. Spewing one twisted word after another to seem the distressed damsel in the face of the vicious dragon." // The one-sided cliff-notes of what happened so far.
-[] "But this is the tale you need after all. The bloodthirsty monster seeking to burn the Reach. It would not do for you to strike the first blow, but you would gain oh so much if these ships here were burned to the waterline. Mace Tyrell surely would be incensed at the death of his good-brother. Fear and grief would strike the Reacher Lords. And all the while, the poor Fey lady who saw it all happen, escaping the inferno by a hairs width, will be right beside them and offer whatever it is they need to sleep tight again. For the right price of course." Glance over to Paxter at this. // Two people can play the accusation game.
-[] If she tries to deny this: "Ah, but did you not just moments ago claim my concern for those poor mortals among us false, for I were more like you like them? What does it say about you then? Of old times you spoke, as Fey and men lived in what you claim harmony, but the tales speak of other things too. The spirits of the forests they tell about, who are deathless and eternal, seeing no more value in the life of man then in that of cattle. What would you care about three ships full of men cast into the flames if you would stand to gain so much from them? Why should you wait for the opportunity to bargain, when it is oh so easy to make one? You said yourself that your court houses plotters and creatures that harbor ill will toward man. It would be foolish to think that you would not use them for your own ends." // Heavily implying that her court murdered Paxters son on purpose and that this whole thing is a setup.
-[] "No reason have you given me to let you have this crown, just empty claims of prosperity with a list of of caveats and half-mumbled admissions so long that I could use it as a tablecloth. Many Fey I have met and many live in my realm, peacefully, side by side with man as you allegedly wish to. They dwell in the trees, in the forests, on the sea in the cities, from the Golden Heart over the Engineers Guild to my very own keep. Yet no crown they bear and none claim the right to judge mans fate for them. You on the other hand? You would fit right in with the self-important magisters of Essos. All words and no substance, letting others bleed and suffer for your own ends and having the gall to claim it a favor to them. If what you have said is truly what you desired, then you would have tried to find an agreement, yet you didn't and thus I will not meet your demands." // Deliberately ending this on the Fey equivalent of calling her a two-copper harlot.
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Part MMDV: Eloquent Contentions
Eloquent Contentions
Eleventh Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
To Redwyne you say in all sincerity: "It is a dreadful day for a father to outlive his son. A pain that I had not to endure and hopefully never will, yet I know all too many who had to bury their kin. What many of them would give to see such a cruel fate undone..." To his credit he stares only in the most subtle manner, for this is a man who had cut his teeth at the court in Highgarden, only a hairsbreadth less perilous than the one in King's Landing if that.
Then before he can speak you turn to Dusk-Dancer and speak with the saccharine tone, that turns politeness itself into subtle challenge: "As for you, my lady, if you do not have the authority to speak for your court, you could have just said so, then we could have skipped all of this and I could have negotiated with someone of higher standing."
Her face remains a mask supple and controlled, but the fire in her eyes betrays growing frustration: "Have you known many emissaries who could unannounced offer the full and unconditional surrender of their realm? Truly the east is filled with cowards and fools, then."
"Another attack on me and my subjects," you sigh. "A bargain struck was never what you wished for, am I right? All those insults, he attempt to attack me when I came towards this ship under the flag of parley. I all but had to use force for us to speak face to face like civilized beings, while you seemed unerringly set to stand your ground and let things escalate. And now here we are, you calling me unfit to bargain with, implying I would break an oath given anyway. Spewing one twisted word after another to seem the distressed damsel in the face of the vicious dragon."
"Are you so very frightened of the sea, then?" she ripostes, her smile as thin as a rapier's edge. "All you would have suffered is a dunking. Mayhap it would have cooled your pride and kept you from asking for unconditional surrender and fealty from a realm you have not only failed to defeat but not met on the field of war at all."
Distantly you hear a chair collapse backwards, the undignified yelp of its occupant. One of the more inebriated Reacher lords had instinctively tried to push back from the table on feeling the aura of gathering menace. By contrast Paxter Redwyne is still looking back and forth between you, confident that propriety would be maintained no matter how heated the discussion grows.
"How very convenient that would be for you. The bloodthirsty monster seeking to burn the Reach. It would not do for you to strike the first blow, but you would gain oh so much if these ships here were burned to the waterline. Mace Tyrell surely would be incensed at the death of his good-brother. Fear and grief would strike the Reacher Lords. And all the while, the poor Fey lady who saw it all happen, escaping the inferno by a hairs width, will be right beside them and offer whatever it is they need to sleep tight again. For the right price of course." Here you glance at the Lord of the Arbor to see him pale as the implication strikes home. A fey had struck down his son, and if you are right than the fey had restored him also.
"Such a lurid tale you weave," the fey envoy shakes her head. "Perhaps you missed your true calling for a playwright, but then I suppose there is there is not much difference between a playwright and a king, save that the men who follow the instructions of the latter die in earnest not and in story."
Here Moonsong chuckles, for she is nothing if not appreciative of a good jest, even one coming from an opponent. The lords of the Reach, however, are not laughing. For them kingship is not mummery, nor chivalry a game. You had hoped that the lady's pride and anger would see you win the day, not quite like this, but you will take it. Now to hammer it home.
"But moments ago you claimed that my concern for mortals among us false, for I were more like you than like them? What does it say about you, then? Of old times you spoke, as Fey and men lived in what you claim harmony, but the tales speak of other things, too. The spirits of the forests they tell about, who are deathless and eternal, seeing no more value in the life of man than in that of cattle..."
"Enough." Though the word is softly spoken the windowpanes shake with it like from a gust of unexpected wind. "We might carry this on until all around us are dead from hunger and thirst offering veiled and not-so-veiled accusation and posturing like cats with their backs up. Ultimately all who came here under the banner of the rose have a duty here, whether to find the crown or aid in its recovery and it is just as clear that you will not release it for fear of the Court of Stars growing stronger. If you will take no price than fealty then I can only tell you to seek out the monarchs on their Twined Thrones and ask it of them."
"But she makes such a pretty cat..." Theon whispers to his sister. In the dead silence all can hear him just the same.
Dusk-Dancer laughs with seemingly nothing save honest mirth, startling all others with her quicksilver mood changes: "Take the crown if you will, and with it a warning also—it will call to be worn, and few there are who can bear its weight, none of them unchanged." Then you hear her voice in your mind, soft but with no pretense of being demure: "Point to you, dragon lord."
What do you do?
[] Accept the concession, take the crown and go
[] Linger to speak to Lord Redwyne
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[] Write in
OOC: Among other things I was rolling saves against fear for the audience when you guys decided to go head to head, dragon sorcerer against a great lady of faerie. Theon crit his save so his takeaway was: 'she is hot when she is angry'.
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That's kind of impressive through a mindblank ...
Snowfire
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I mean, for what I've done for Rhaella, Rina and etc. you don't really need a highly tuned back-and-forth mechanism. Mental health is complex, and often strangely contradictory at times, but it's also something where the one being supported is often passive. I mean, sure, I guess I might have been a little more finely tuned in my responses on those occasions, but nothing that I think would have mattered.
This sort of thing, if it's ever used, should be limited to occasions like the one mostly past, if used at all. Many thanks to @DragonParadox for think of the system proposed, though. In another scenario like this, it could have some merit in use. Equally, @Sqweaktoy raises an excellent point that simply carrying over write-in boni for the response would probably be a lot simpler and less disruptive given how controversial something like this would be for the thread.
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Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Theon, dude, I know your dad was a prick and never taught you this so please take this with all the sincerity a fellow man can give you.
Do not stick your dick in crazy.
We beat a Demon Lord like a red-headed stepchild, brought a dying god of fate to her fucking knees with our arguments, and have reanimated the corpse of a god to terrorize the burning sea of the plane of fire as a happy side effect.
I'm not going to be scared of a few branches stuck in a circle.
Telepathy is not compulsion, it works fine though mind black, after all that's how you have been talking with the Erinyes in Lys.
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Well this is certainly something to wake up to.
@DragonParadox, is this something that's going to ignore our Mind Blank? Do we get a bonus for already having a swanky crown?
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We already wear a crown. ... Yss was able to 'correct' malfunctioning magic items when fed.
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...I want to feed him this crown.
Very much so.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
...
Question, just how pissed off would the fey be if we fed the crown to Yss?
Just hypothetically speaking of course.
No way to know without poking the crown itself IC.
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Yup, your interpretation of "The subject is protected from all devices and spells that detect, influence, or read emotions or thoughts." gives us more leeway than mine would.
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Scared? Sure, no. But by all that's holy we're going to be cautious as hell. Mind Blank has its limits.