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

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Artemis1992 said:
I think we knw that was at least partially distraction, the mage we saw then knew they couldn't win by pen force but was planning something besides that battle.
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He was planning something else, but I believe that's where the idea of revenge against the Winged Masters by enslaving them as common beasts of burden was born. That's the moment when it became an actual goal.
Artemis1992 said:
I think it was a greater Demon that agreed to become Grandma's vessel in the world. As I remember Syrax story.
The old dragons where countering infernal mercenaries with abyssal ones.
Like that has ever not fired back.
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It was a dragon, not a demon.
DragonParadox said:
"She swears that this is true," Dany proclaims, speaking slowly, perhaps ensnared in the same doubts as you. "That she was a great deceiver of fiends and led armies of their beguiled ilk against the lords of fire and air. Thus it came to be that one mighty in their ranks grew mad with fear and offered up his hoard to the Bitch Queen in exchange for his life, then an avatar was called, mightier..." she clears her throat, though you suspect it is far more than ash that prompts the gesture. "Mightier by far than the one we faced in Essaria. It was a thing to batter down mountains and drink the rivers dry, its breath was the plagues of the earth and..." she is seeing the battle as she speaks, you realize with a chill. Would that you had thought to make that offering yourself and spared her such a vision.
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TalonofAnathrax said:
Remember Relath? I expect that they deliberately sired them and raised them as agents. It's likely that any halfdragon kids raised by the slaves were raised in hiding, or spent their whole lives pretending to be someone else's trusted agent "just doing some routine slave-handling" and avoiding attention.
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Quite a few were deliberately sired just for servitude, but others were sired by rebels and raised as rebels. One of the dream interludes has a halfdragon supposedly in service of the Red Dragons meeting with another halfdragon who had already killed a True Dragon.
TalonofAnathrax said:
Where does it say that these people were halfdragons?
I expect the first Halfdragon kids were made generations before the rebellion got anywhere. These people are probably the distant descendants of various halfdragons who awoke to magic and were inducted into the rebellion more or less directly.
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Halfdragon, ascended to dragonhood, etc. It ends up being more or less the same in terms of sheer power as well as the type of power they wielded.
TalonofAnathrax said:
We have no evidence of the Orb Of Dragonkind being used to rob Dragons of their sentience though. Right?
I always thought it was some kind of massive Feeblemind bloodline-curse ritual or something.
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What do you think they would have used for that ritual? Something like that would have been far more achievable with an artifact like this which was explicitly made to enslave and control dragons. The fact that the Orb of Dragonkind used to be in the possession of Valyria is telling.
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
The bit you quoted is unclear actually. IMO it could mean "she led armies of enchanted fiends" or "she led armies of enchanted Dragons". I read it as "en chanted fiends" actually. @DragonParadox?
In each case that would be pretty damn awesome though.
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Seeing as it's Syrax who's the subject of that quote, it's probably referring to leading fiends against the Red Dragons. Most likely devils, since that was who they'd been dealing with the entire time.
 
Goldfish said:
More ToB stuff that doesn't make sense to me. Martial Maneuvers are not magic. Using one shouldn't magically render you incapable of using it again whenever you want.
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It is what it is.

Hell, look at the Crusader: his readied maneuvers are actually a pool from which he draws two random ones every round. He only refreshes after he's cycled through it all.
 
Goldfish said:
More ToB stuff that doesn't make sense to me. Martial Maneuvers are not actually magic. Using one shouldn't magically render you incapable of using it again whenever you want.
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ToB stuff basically is magic though. You're doing blatantly supernatural stuff out of PURE MUSCLE (or Concentration, or attunement to the elements, or whatever). ToB is not spellcasting, but it is anime fighting though. "My determination lets me fight on despite losing an arm" when you should be going into shock and having half your muscles stiffen up (and die), things like that.

It's cool if you like anime, those over-the-top old Greek or Celtic myths, or more tactical melee build options.
 
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Goldfish said:
More ToB stuff that doesn't make sense to me. Martial Maneuvers are not actually magic. Using one shouldn't magically render you incapable of using it again whenever you want.
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It's design choice to keep with the theme. You don't see wuxia character s throwing the same attack in quick sussession. There is a pause before the next repeat, which is the standard attack to refresh maneuver bit.
 
...I'm so fucking torn right now.
I have 3 more questions to prepare for English grammar exam tomorrow, yet this update promises awesomeness indomitable.

Reeeeeeeeeeeeee
 
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Part MMDXL: Hunter's End
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    • Hunter's End​

    Twenty-Eighth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC

    Malarys and Tyene speak a spell as one, though one does in the tongue of old Valyria the other of the Rhoynar. Which one strikes true you cannot say, nor does it matter. The thing howls in unfamiliar pain as its bony shell cracks as though under the blow of some unseen giant's hammer, but still it dives, half flying half falling upon its prey. Against it stands no otherworldly champion, no sorcerer skilled in twisting the world to his will, only a knight undaunted in battle.

    As the thing's slavering jaws wide enough to devour a man whole opened before him, an arrow of living flame arches over his head, coming within a hairsbreadth of sinking below the armored head and into the steaming black flesh of its mouth... the world twists subtly upon the fulcrum of a single word that Lya gasps a moment out of step with time and so the arrow sinks home in a flash of crimson light. Distantly you hear Mereth cheer her strike, the words high and sharp like the cry of a bird of prey.

    Then there is only blood and the screech of spellsteel on bone as Oathkeeper flies through the air again and again, each blow precise as a healer's scalpel sliding and cutting between heavy plates and twisted flesh. The light of its third eye flares like a baleful star, making the knight seem for a moment no more substantial than a shadow on stone: "Maggot!" it roars in the dark tongue of its kind. "Bundle of bones and rotting skin!"

    If it has more insults to offer then you do not hear them, for the blade in the knight's hand seems to only grow faster with every blow as he rises up to meet his foe until his head and shoulders are fully inside the jagged arc of its jaws, twisting tendons and ripping flesh. The demon does not so much die as it shatters, flesh and ichor mixed with blood flying in every direction like putrid rain until it splatters over all of you.

    Thankfully you are all warded against vitriol and poison.     The thought is distant and irrelevant in the face of what you have just witnessed. A man, albeit one armed and armored with sorcery, had slain the great hunting beast of a demon lord before it could so much as land a scratch upon him.

    "See, that is how you deal with demons. No need to coddle me," Oathkeeper projects proudly, as though the deed were its merit alone.

    "Even uglier on the inside," Ser Richard proclaims, clutching in his hand the green gem that had been set in his enemy's forehead.

    Mereth laughs, an oddly carefree sound. "Now let's see how many of the smaller ones you can catch."

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    'Catch' is indeed the term to use when dealing with the remainder of the pack. Seeing their leader and you suspect ancestor slain, the fiends try to scatter, many of them even refusing to come out of their tunnels. Still, their savagery and lack of wits does see to it that roughly two-thirds of the pack are captured by various means, from being transmuted to harmless forms to being awed into cowering and beaten into submission.

    7 Bulettes
    9 Advanced Bulettes
    4 Xenarths

    "What were these things doing here?" Lya asks, concerned, swirling the last of the bottles containing the bound fiends in her hand. "If there is some kind of connection to the Abyss..."

    "Likely there isn't, at least not for a long way," Mereth counters. "This thing ran from its master, and it had to have ran far indeed to find the peace to raise its own brood. A fitting end twice over it was dealt, once for being tanar'ri and a stain upon the world, and twice for a coward." She gives a respectful nod to Ser Richard.

    The knight snorts in reply: "I was more worried about it trying to bite my fucking head off than about it being a coward before even bigger bloody demons." He pauses a moment and looks to you. "Maybe we should hold off on looking for those even bigger demons, at least for a while longer."

    "Of course, my friend," you laugh.

    Oddly enough, rather than finding the knight's words off-putting, the Fury smiles in turn as she continues to briskly pick ichor from her feathers.

    What do you do next?

    [] Grab some of the mercury and leave
    -[] Write in how

    [] Try to secure the chamber for future use
    -[] Write in how

    [] Write in

    OOC: I made one small change to the plan. Mereth rolled really well on her first attack so I decided to give her one of the re-rolls to see if she could manage a nat 20... and she did.
     
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    • Azel said:
    Richard proves yet again to be a smooth operator, knowing exactly what to say to charm the ladies.
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    Richard: I have the perfect build for this playthrough! Play it to the hilt!
    Devil: *swoons*

    EDIT: For the record, I'm against this ship. But I won't ruin the fun for poor Azel. A devil stuck living in Germany? That must be so hard for him!
     
    First I've looked at the very end of he chapter.

    Then I turned on the appropriate soundtrack and read the battle-scene.



    Thank you, DP, for this chapter. Now sir Richard exploded a squid and a demon!
     
    Long shall the Half-Fiend Lonmouth Champions defend the Imperium, slaying all who would oppose it's glory, just as their once mortal father, the Sword Lord and his bride, the Fallen Angel of Steel, once did in the founding days.

    So it is written, so shall it be.
     
    "pull Ser Richa out of danger" hah!

    Someday people are going to realize it's him they should be afraid of.

    I mean people who are trying to oppose him.

    Im fairly certain most of those he trains with think he is... I would say not human...

    Impossible. To see him in action and still not barely believe he can move and fight like that.
     
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