I don't think there is a Great Other, so much as there's a hivemind of Others that together have godly powers, that also match with them mirroring the old gods, so we are planning to kill them all, but it wont be in 1 grand battle, it will be in a long run of skirmishes, lessening them until we kill the last of them.
Just as the OG are a Hivemind of countless souls bound together through the Weirwoods, I wouldn't be surprised if the true Others are a Hivemind of sentient fungus that was a minor nuissance in the Feywild but became a serious invasive species on the Material Plane.
 
Seems likely.

Viserys mentioned that the eldest Dragons have at times fought them, when he got a glimpse after defeating the Volantine Cleric.
Yeah the idea that there's 1 great Other seem to come from Rh'llor, his church want a narrative of a war with 2 sides, the side of everything good warm and bright in the world, lead by Rh'llor from whom everything good in existence originates, and the side of evil cold and dark, lead by the Great Other from whom everything bad originates, they don't want the idea, of there not being 1 Great Other that supremely lead evil to get out, because if there's multiple evil gods, then that also open the idea of multiple good gods.

And so Rh'llor's church propagate the idea of 1 supreme evil god, because that narrative suit them well, that there's only 2 godly being, the King of good Rh'llor, and his enemy the King of Evil the Great Other, all the rest are just servants of those 2, who stupid people sometimes worship as gods themselves, instead of merely acknowledging them as powerful servants, of Rh'llor or the Great Other.
Edit: Main issue is not beating them but truly killing them though. Being unable to die is kinda their biggest problem and so they make it ours.
That at most count for the rulers of Winter, the lower levels seem to die just fine, and if we manage to capture them, Yss can probably bring true death to them.

The problem is that they don't just want to die, they want to get their revenge and then die, they resent the way the world has changed, they don't want to live in this new world, but neither do they want the beings that changed the world into this new one, to get to live in it.
 
Just as the OG are a Hivemind of countless souls bound together through the Weirwoods, I wouldn't be surprised if the true Others are a Hivemind of sentient fungus that was a minor nuissance in the Feywild but became a serious invasive species on the Material Plane.
Probably not Fungus, Fungus don't tend to thrive in the cold, the true Others were always Winter Fae, it's just that they have become corrupted Winter Fae.
 
You are right there's factions like that, but we don't think they are working together. The majority (or the most powerful anyways) is as far as we know the anti-magic group, and though they do have rituals and knowledge at their disposal, their ability is limited to those and they can't expand it much without violating the rules they operate under.
Unfortunatly wrong.

The Anti-magics are hypcrites, they use mages as agents and one of their guys had a Sending Stone with him.
 
Part MMDIX: Upon a Lonely Shore
Upon a Lonely Shore

Twelfth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC

"Cheer up, Warrek," you whisper to the unfortunate maester, your voice barely heard against the crashing of the waves. "If you make it through this alive you've the Wall to look forward to."

A more desolate stretch of shoreline than the place your captive had chosen for his escape could scarcely be imagined. Long rounded chunks of limestone fallen from the cliff-face above litter the thin strip of seaside gravel like the corpses of great whales turned to stone over the passage of ages, shards of mica glinting in the cracks like small watchful eyes that seem to follow even your glamoured form.

Odd that the young maester's handlers agreed to extract him on such short notice, odd and encouraging. It hints at interest from what you had named 'the Oldtown cabal' and Dany simply calls 'doddering old fools'. The instructions had been very specific, walk along the cliff side for three leagues until you find a crack in the stone large enough for a man to squeeze through, then make a fire with sage and cranberry leaves and wait for a sign.

As he had been bid so Warrek does, shivering against more than the cold wind that blows from the sea. He struggles so long with flint and steel that you are half-tempted to conjure flame yourself.

The smoke travels through a hidden gallery in the stone and out by some unseen hole far above, you realize, hidden from sight from below but not from a watcher atop a ship's mast who knows where to look. Still there is no ship in sight, no other traveler along the lonely shore for the better part of the day, making you very relieved indeed that you have no need of food... unlike your proverbial songbird in the mine. The mist rolls slowly in from the sea.

***​

Finally you hear a splash, then another, oars. At last the outline of a boat draws ever clearer by the shore, a stout ship's launch, the kind of thing that marks a solid merchant vessel not one of the local fishing boats, but the man at the oars is neither fisherman not merchant sailor. He wears half-plate blackened with soot and over it a dirty white mantle stained by the sea and other less easily recognizable substances. A wide-brimmed hat shades his eyes against the non-existent sun.


A sellsword of some kind he seems to your eyes, but Dany, coiled around you in hatchling form sees further: "He has the look of one of those monster hunters in Oldtown, a Lantern Bearer," she hisses in your ear.

A closer look at the warrior's accouterments reveals a rune burned into the right pauldron of his armor half-hidden by the cloak, the High Valyrian symbol for 'light', confirming your sister's suspicions. Intrigued, you look deeper upon him with eyes that see not only flesh but sorcery itself. Auras of warding and transmutation spring up around him, none brighter than a candle's flame, but still showing more enchantments than anyone in two hundred leagues, not counting yourself and your sister at least. Even the simple steel sword at his side holds an uncommon edge you would wager.

What do you do?

[] Start off friendly, from what you have heard the Lantern Bearers do good work, and at the seventh and last it is easier to appeal to harsher methods at need than call back friendliness having acted as a foe
-[] Write in (optional)

[] Capture the man and discover what his connection with the Oldtown Cabal is

[] Write in


OOC: Dany's unnaturally high wisdom strikes again.
 
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Probably not Fungus, Fungus don't tend to thrive in the cold, the true Others were always Winter Fae, it's just that they have become corrupted Winter Fae.
Ah, but it is Fey Fungus from the Feywild. It could be so contrary to good sense that it thrives in the cold rather than shriveling up and dying.
 
Intrigued, you look deeper upon him with eyes that see not only flesh but sorcery itself. Auras of warding and transmutation spring up around him, none brighter than a candle's flame, but still showing more enchantments than anyone in two hundred leagues, not counting yourself and your sister at least. Even the simple steel sword at his side holds an uncommon edge you would wager.
So he doesn't have good loot? Oh well.

Maybe they can sell us Deep Ones loot that we can sacrifice.
 
I thought the plan was to let the poor bastard be sent back to his masters and then find out what they're up to, not to reveal ourselves.

I mean if we do I won't be mad about it but I will be confused, especially considering all the effort we put into making this guy our, mole, bug, whichever is more accurate.
 
I thought the plan was to let the poor bastard be sent back to his masters and then find out what they're up to, not to reveal ourselves.

I mean if we do I won't be mad about it but I will be confused, especially considering all the effort we put into making this guy our, mole, bug, whichever is more accurate.
Seeing as they're fighting the Illithids, I highly doubt that our would-be sleeper agent will work. We were just trying to draw out someone who knew what was going on, rather than the hapless maester. Now that we know it's the Lantern Bearers instead of the Maesters, we can make non-hostile contact.
 
Seeing as they're fighting the Illithids, I highly doubt that our would-be sleeper agent will work. We were just trying to draw out someone who knew what was going on, rather than the hapless maester. Now that we know it's the Lantern Bearers instead of the Maesters, we can make non-hostile contact.
It's still the maesters behind this, just likely working with the Lantern Bearers.
And someone still ordered our puppet here to poison Brune.
 
@tarrangar, @Duesal, @Goldfish remember that the Others are part Fey though. They probably do have a Night King.
We have direct evidence of a Night King, it's one of the legends on the front page. We even got it from Rina, so it's most likely authentic.
Lord of Night

A thousand tales are told of the Night King who knew fear of neither men nor gods and his bride's chill embrace. They say he lusted for her beauty, but when he lay with her the ancient king forsook his soul while others claim that he was ever wicked, bravery his only virtue, and thus was the Night King a monster in the company of monsters taken.

The truth from cold unrestful dreams arising is far less simple in the telling. Bold was the Grey-Eyed One, yes, and cunning in the arts of war. He feared not to bring fire to drive specters from the sunless woods, nor sun-kissed bronze into the deepest barrows, he feared not death by blade sorcery or poison.

Yet for all that he was not fearless, for as all men he had been born under the shadow of the Reaper, his breaths numbered from the first. This death he could not slay nor would any sorcerer who held to the Greendream grant him life eternal. Most lacked the strength and favor of the Eldest and those to whom the path was open disdained the Blood-Stained Crow for pride and named him fool for raids upon a foe content to slumber. None wished to see the Winter rising... but in the end he did.

Men are weak, and so he took the hand of night. The Watcher did forsake his vows, eyes turned south, cold as the power that now drove him. He took a wife not dead nor ever truly living and thus twice defiled his vows.

Yet men are foolish also and so he scorned the poisoned chalice, the dagger in the dark, and raised did he the banners high to reign as prince of dead and living both. Thus howled the wolf a challenge, thus fang and claw were met.

Though the dead did stand undaunted, a chill wind at their backs the rot of life did show itself a third time, and those who swore themselves to the Black Banners betrayed their oaths anew. So died the Lord of Night by treachery of False Brothers... but death was not the end.
His creation was weird, though. He seems to have started as a man.
 
These guys are trying to fight the Deep Ones, right? They thought the Brunes were working with them. Perhaps we could make contact.

Yeah I'm thinking there could be a positive working relationship here. After all, Viserys has been trying to keep his help on the down low, so to the Lantern Bearers it could look like Cracklaw Point had no one helping them. Therefore while there might have been good people once, they obviously couldn't have stood against the Deep Ones alone and now it's time to sabotage, etc etc.

Also re the Reach: Man I'm hoping Paxter or someone ends up contacting Brandon about "Do the Others exist??"

Brandon: Aksnxwpanfiwqldne. YES. WHY DO YOU THINK I FLED AS FAR SOUTH AS MY FEET COULD TAKE ME.
 
I thought the plan was to let the poor bastard be sent back to his masters and then find out what they're up to, not to reveal ourselves.

I mean if we do I won't be mad about it but I will be confused, especially considering all the effort we put into making this guy our, mole, bug, whichever is more accurate.
He is small fry. He never was supposed to be our mole, just bait.
 
[X] Capture the man and discover what his connection with the Oldtown Cabal is
 
It's still the maesters behind this, just likely working with the Lantern Bearers.
And someone still ordered our puppet here to poison Brune.
We don't know for certain it's the anti-magic Maesters - in fact, they're the ones who aren't cooperating with the LBs. As for Brune, I'll reiterate: they thought he was working with the Deep Ones.
 
It is surreal when you are the stone in the pond, and the credible witness at once, who can get High Lords of Westeros to believe Winter Is Coming eight years early.

Pretty sure that only truly ridiculous and circlejerking fantasy fixfics manage that, and the SIs who do it generally aren't THE DRAGON REBORN and not infamous for arcane knowledge and battling monsters beyond creation.
 
[X] Plan Surprise Dragon Imperator
-[X] Let him come ashore first an move between him and his boat before decloaking.
-[X] Dany stay invisible and near the Maester in case of hostilities breaking out.
-[X] Greet him in a friendly tone, but ask him plainly why he has come to aid a poisoner from escaping justice.
-[X] If he attacks, use Freezing Glance to subdue him.
 
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