A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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I'm ... not actually sure what a good theme for my writing would be. Most of what I put out that doesn't suck tend to be short, character-focused pieces with a heavy focus on introspection and narration. I guess I just like to write small to write big, if that makes any sense?
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Snowfire
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To be fair, it's rare that people have wide, arcing themes that they identify. I know that I have certain directions I take writing, one of those is that I like stable characters and that leads towards a general trend of the characters I create or meddle with becoming like that. This means that tragedy gets hard to make stick, because self-actualisation lets you deal with that, given some time. Writing is creative expression, channelled through the lens of a world and characters you either steal or create yourselves - and you'll be stealing some of who they are anyway, no such thing as true original anymore. There's no reason to focus on that, though. Your thematics will express themselves to your audience.
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It does. So does my writing tell a lot about me.
Crake
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Carrying a consistent theme is something done with purpose.
I don't do that with purpose, I just note that my interests appear obvious to me, and a character expressing great focus, satisfaction, upset, rage, despair, or any range of emotions, circulating about who they think they are, or how they are perceived by others, in various contexts, is something that appears repeatedly in the things I write.
But having never completed a single whole work of fiction that weren't designed as stand-alone pieces, I would posit that you haven't gotten a good spread of data until you have done so. Consistency within a singular whole is a good way to see what you're ultimately interested in writing about. You might find that while you write about struggles with addiction, taken to its natural conclusion the thing you care about more is struggles with depression. Just as an example.
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Not sure I'd agree with this, as almost all of my work on SV has had a pretty fixed theme and I've not worked to make that happen. Then again, we've already established that my creative process could be argued to be as nutty as the proverbial fruitcake, so....
Crake
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Yes, I should have added the caveat. Everyone is different, sometimes you can make something really evocative without trying to.
That's in the realm of talent though. For everyone else, there's mechanics.
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We do not have gunpowder, and firearms probably won't become a factor either until someone develops guncotton or the Golden Company goes in really weird directions to try to keep parity with the Legion.
Dropping this right before the Oldtown Conclave is going to be all sorts of fun!
IIRC there are mechanics for retraining skills in between levels, plus the homebrew method for straight up gaining extra skill ranks here.
In short:
Time spent hunting Griffons is time not spent on high value target raiding, which takes away from recruitment efforts and whatever goals Bloodraven is using Dalla for. Providing resources to both help search for the Griffons and to compensate for time lost not raiding will help change it from a "When we have spare time" action to a "High Priority" action.
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Not a trident?
Also, statues on top of towers and statues in entrances close to them?
This gaudy temple is not exactly humbling the seven.
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Fuck her priorities if there is anyone to answer to it is Bloodraven and he can do it his damn self.
She is not our equal, nor a companion, she has not earnt the right to judge priorities for herself, our relationship is one in which she is undoubtedly a subordinate and she never seems to grasp that while somehow treating all that comes her way as her due, if you want to get resourced like a vassal you will bloody well jump like one.
We upended her situation so effectively with the boons we provided she can't make tea without there being a very strong argument of our influence having made that easier for her to do.
Crake
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Eat your heart out, regular praise.Crake implying I might be talented.
Finally, I can die complete
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By instead of of?
I figured that out of all people in the thread, you would know the magic powers of talking about your issues
The Resistance is unnecessary and stepping on toes of Resist Energy.
I put ranks in Alchemy on a lot of them for a reason.
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I'm confused by your hostility towards Dalla.
Like, you've spelled it out here as "She's an arrogant bastard" but I haven't read our interactions with her that way which is the source of my confusion.
Dalla comes from a culture where not bending the knee is a point of pride and something to deride others for doing and to use as a source of legitimacy for raiding others. I'm a bit rusty on our last meet with her, but if I recall correctly she's consistently treated us as upper management, and everything we've asked of her she's responded to the effect of "This is what I need to get to do that while maintaining or advancing control over the Mountain Clans, or this is what I'd need to account for the cost of giving you that."
She didn't ask for us to show up and help her out, we just showed up one day with the word of Bloodraven on our side and a hell of a lot of personal power, so she's acknowledged us as her senior and done what's been asked of her.
She has her own life and her own people, we're going to have to do a lot more than some regular supply drops if we want her to innately consider our work as priority if it costs her people to do it without something to make up for it.
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I think I can help with sourcing the hostility some people feel towards Dalla. Because even though I don't really harbor much in the way of ill feeling for her (or good feeling to be honest.) I'm sort of fascinated that the thread hasn't roasted her yet.
Here is a good quote to set the tone.
That is Viserys reaching out an olive branch, offering to provide, lands, food, safe harbor, and prosperity in exchange for just not acting like psychotic murdering thieves. Dalla then basically hurls that olive branch back in his face with a good old fashioned 'you not my real dad, you can't tell me what to do. If I don't engage in mindless slaughter the mindlessly slaughtering other guys won't think I'm cool' along with a straight up lie that the Old gods won't give her blessings unless she continues to act like a murdering little shit (laughs in 100% outsider). The thread then just sort of took that and went 'okay, well here's a bunch of stuff anyway, Uncle says you're cool.' which baffled me at the time, because if Zherys had been half that arrogantly dismissive of us without anything like the power to back it up (because we could have flattened her trivially, even then) he would have been ashes or Yss chow before the day was out. Dalla's casual disregard for the fact that we could murder her at any time with what amounts to zero effort, along with her basically ungrateful attitude, are an amazing recipe for some people to dislike the character. Yss has been more adept at showing that he thinks of us as a valuable ally, for cripes sake.
Now it bears mentioning that Dalla does serve a useful purpose in being an outlet for the psycho murderboner faction of the OG; but that doesn't really make her more likable, it just means that the faction who dislikes her isn't able to get support behind doing anything about it. That means to them she's both hateable and untouchable, which only makes the first thing worse.
Here is a good quote to set the tone.
That is Viserys reaching out an olive branch, offering to provide, lands, food, safe harbor, and prosperity in exchange for just not acting like psychotic murdering thieves. Dalla then basically hurls that olive branch back in his face with a good old fashioned 'you not my real dad, you can't tell me what to do. If I don't engage in mindless slaughter the mindlessly slaughtering other guys won't think I'm cool' along with a straight up lie that the Old gods won't give her blessings unless she continues to act like a murdering little shit (laughs in 100% outsider). The thread then just sort of took that and went 'okay, well here's a bunch of stuff anyway, Uncle says you're cool.' which baffled me at the time, because if Zherys had been half that arrogantly dismissive of us without anything like the power to back it up (because we could have flattened her trivially, even then) he would have been ashes or Yss chow before the day was out. Dalla's casual disregard for the fact that we could murder her at any time with what amounts to zero effort, along with her basically ungrateful attitude, are an amazing recipe for some people to dislike the character. Yss has been more adept at showing that he thinks of us as a valuable ally, for cripes sake.
Now it bears mentioning that Dalla does serve a useful purpose in being an outlet for the psycho murderboner faction of the OG; but that doesn't really make her more likable, it just means that the faction who dislikes her isn't able to get support behind doing anything about it. That means to them she's both hateable and untouchable, which only makes the first thing worse.
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The way I see it, she's more of a tool than a person. She is a vent for the more wrathful Old Gods, she is a distraction for the Seven Kingdoms, etc. The second she's done serving the purposes Bloodraven raised her up for, oh, would you look at that. Dalla has officially outlived her usefulness. If she crosses us at that point, I'd join the murder faction. But not before, not while she has a use. You don't go around breaking your own tools. She's probably going to get herself killed in the Long Night anyway, so I'm content to wait.
This is the same stance I hold for the bear. It's an ass, but it's a useful ass, and it can get itself killed against the Others.
Crake
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Dalla is getting a little better at guessing when she has aroused our impulse to burn someone to death, lately, too.
Though it really only took her pressing against one adamant hard limit of Viserys' before she heard fully that he was committed to disposing of her ruthlessly and as soon as possible if she wouldn't remain within that remit (not targeting helpless peasants to blood her green raiders like a dipshit).
She also gave up on her dragon idea perhaps surprisingly fast, but then, you know, apocalypse incoming. Hard to argue the fact that dragons are for killing Others, not Viserys' own subjects.
Especially since we're showing surprising restraint in how much burninating we do. So far I think we have used it as a shock tactic all of once with intent to war.
It does maintain the "field of fire" mystique of a dragon attack, though.
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This reinforces my point nicely, as long as she's useful for keeping the angry part of our IC pet hivemind distracted, she's safe from the angry part of the OC hivemind.
This is also true, Dalla has become better over time, but first impressions count for a lot and she hasn't managed total thread hate reversal à la Relath yet. I'm hopeful that given time, she might.
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Hm, I haven't much clue about my writing style beyond my love of worldbuilding. Getting in as deep as I did with Joffrey's character development was a hell of a surprise though, I found unexpected joy in exploring character change in depth.
You hit the nail in the freaking head squakytoy. Though personally for me the baffled anger has simmered into a sort of bemused indifference. She and her merry band of murderers are ultimately gnat compared to our plans, nowhere near close to the clout Zherys had back when we were rivals. The hill tribes are ultimately not that valuable in terms of manpower, lore, tech, military might, and certainly not eco, which certainly makes them expendable once we sate the OG's murderboner. If Azel made a convincing case for their demise securing us the Vale then more than half the thread would jump on it and that would be it. It would be a bit more muddled than that of course, more of a 'alright time to kneel or die boys, which is it going to be'. Those who kneel can be relocated or otherwise taken care of in benign ways, while those who dont immediately go the way of the Searing Firebrand, Dalla too if she's feeling rebellious.
... probably wont come to that though. I think I'm more exasperated with Viserys response to her attitude than Dalla's attitude itself. The fact that he didn't go 'Excuse me?' like the head of state and mighty sorcerer he is (and to set the correct tone for future interactions) and instead was all 'Lol okay. Let's talk this over' was pretty underwhelming.
On other news, I'm just about finished with the Companions, ping me if I missed one!
You hit the nail in the freaking head squakytoy. Though personally for me the baffled anger has simmered into a sort of bemused indifference. She and her merry band of murderers are ultimately gnat compared to our plans, nowhere near close to the clout Zherys had back when we were rivals. The hill tribes are ultimately not that valuable in terms of manpower, lore, tech, military might, and certainly not eco, which certainly makes them expendable once we sate the OG's murderboner. If Azel made a convincing case for their demise securing us the Vale then more than half the thread would jump on it and that would be it. It would be a bit more muddled than that of course, more of a 'alright time to kneel or die boys, which is it going to be'. Those who kneel can be relocated or otherwise taken care of in benign ways, while those who dont immediately go the way of the Searing Firebrand, Dalla too if she's feeling rebellious.
... probably wont come to that though. I think I'm more exasperated with Viserys response to her attitude than Dalla's attitude itself. The fact that he didn't go 'Excuse me?' like the head of state and mighty sorcerer he is (and to set the correct tone for future interactions) and instead was all 'Lol okay. Let's talk this over' was pretty underwhelming.
On other news, I'm just about finished with the Companions, ping me if I missed one!
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Pretty much. Her utter lack of tact has not done her any favors. It's not often that DP makes a character that people just want dead upon our first interaction, but Dalla takes the cake there. The only thing keeping us from murdering her on the spot is that Bloodraven has his uses for her.
Personally I don't hate her, but I certainly don't like her. She's not a likable character at all.
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Figurines Part 2: The Companions (and a few bonus additions).
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I figured fabricating all this stuff with divine insight and all out usual ASWAH cheese meant that I could really go full power on descriptive might and Michelangelo levels of artistic quality. With so many bonuses stacked together these figures should have more in common with small laser sculpted marble art than Warhammer minatures.
@DragonParadox Can this make it to threadmarks? If it makes it to Canon, I'd just love to see Lya's face when she sees two little girls playing with her figurine.
Figurines Part 2: The Companions (and a few bonus additions).
Companion Figurines:
Lya the Sage: The serene presence of this figurine is the first thing that draws onlookers. One hand is held open at waist level with the palm aimed up, a book of lore or arcane might floating atop it, its pages locked mid ruffle as if she were searching the correct spell-to-be with her mind. Her hair seems unrestricted by gravity, and her exquisitely crafted robes seem to flutter, as if the weight of the working her mind was creating were displacing the air itself. Her poise seems to exude both power and confidence, though a more idealistic or perhaps dreamy outlook could be inferred if the onlooker focused on her eyes, which seem more thoughtful than righteous. Perhaps for her, this is simply another start to the week.
Lord Garin Drekelis: If one were to wonder what would happen were a veteran Bravo and a black shadowcat were to join into one being, it would be this figure. There is something that's quintessentially Braavos about it; long black coat that flutters as he finds himself mid stride, thin rapier in one hand and sharp blade held in the other, both lowered and not yet aiming for their prey. He seems to prowl more than walk, his course certain and his appearance just a bit uncanny. His understated smile seems razor thin.
Ser Waymar Royce: Everything about this figure seems to spell one single thing: Heroism. His face is locked in the midst of a battlecry; eyes almost half lidded as if shielding themselves from an overwhelming light ahead even as they struggle to peer forth, mouth opened in the midst of a heavy roar, sparks of lighting barely visible across his visage. He is clad in masterworked heavy plate armor the likes of which only a knight from a tale could wear, the scratches and blemishes only adding to the sense of dynamic motion about it. He seems only a second away from crashing against some titanic weight, shoulder angling for the blow as he aims his sword with one hand for a thrust, the other held just below the sword hand and aiming low, crisscrossing with lighting itself as if a step away from unleashing a tropical thunderstorm.
Vee: It seems a simple figure at first. A barefoot little woman in simple clothing… Looking for longer than a second however can confuse the onlooker, as there is a sense of primordial weight to it, something unstoppable or… beyond this world. Perhaps it is the stern, unflinching gaze of her hard eyes, eyes which seem to communicate an unstoppable will, as if this woman's determination were a physical beast chained to the great Hardened Steel cages of Mosshold, only a slight wind away from breaking loose and wreaking havoc. She stands with her arms by her sides, only beginning to be raised into the air as she peers into the distance, as if about to summon something great and terrible into this world in mere moments.
Maelor: This figurine seems to have been caught in the middle of something urgent. His left hand is aiming forwards, the first wisps of eldritch fire already emerging from it. He is not looking in that direction though… the young boy's head is turned almost past his other shoulder; he gazes to that side, in the direction his right hand is already raising, as if he were now being attacked from behind too. His face betrays a grim smile that betrays both tension and an almost playful sort of exasperation, as if thinking uncharitable thoughts about the whole situation even as he sees the irony of it. Regardless, the menace soon to come out of his will is all too palpable.
Glyra: This smallish figure seems full of pent up mischief as one of her hands searches for something within her bag, the other already making ready to throw something at an unfortunate foe. She stands on the heels of her feet, as of ready to fly but unwilling to. She seems to be bracing her back against something… or someone. For some reason she fits perfectly when positioned against Maelor's back.
Lord Malarys Vaenor: This man stands facing a small booklet he holds open with one hand, though his eyes do not look at it. They stare instead at an angle, as if watching something from a distance. The other hand holds a sword cane that is only just beginning to be unsheathed, and a small piece of parchment seems to be jutting from the miniature wooden repository affixed to his belt. On it are symbols of primordial Law. The figure seems as if just having finished the judgment of something a mere second ago… and is getting ready to carry out the sentence.
Ser Richard Lonmouth: The size of this statue does not seem enough to contain itself. The knight is standing with Oathkeeper's tip jammed into the ground, the flames around the blade somewhat subdued. His armor is a thing of legend, flame and light, damned and blessed, the armored pauldrons depicting the three headed dragon of House Targeryen in all their might and majesty, while his tabard shows the banner of the house of Skulls and Kisses. And yet for all the beauty and terror of his armor, for all the foreboding menace of the longsword grasped tightly in his hands, the knight seems to be unmoving, exuding a sort of existence in the moment as he simply is, the only thing betraying life being his face. He seems to be eyeing something, scanning it to the very core as the corner of his mouth tilts upwards ever so lightly.
Xor: For what should be something weird indeed, this figurine is surprisingly adorable. Sure, it seems to be a single floating eye with a few stalks tacked on top, but that just makes the onlooker appreciate the artistry of the work all the more. This streamlined and perhaps even intriguing figure seems to exude curiosity and good natured friendship, gazing excitedly at something as two stalks hold a book by themselves, some almost arguing with themselves as they stare at each other, while the last few follow the big eye's direction. This floating, curious orb seems to be clad in a protective suit of armor, though he has the bearing of a scholar and not a warrior.
Tyene Sand: This figurine holds an understated air of refinement and exotic allure, swaying almost sinuously with a determined stride and wearing an exquisite dress that mixes the practical with the beautiful. One hand holds a whip formed as if from sand itself, still constructing itself as she rears back to strike with it. The other hand seems to be in the midst of spellcasting, small, whisp-thin trails of something coalescing around it. Her belt seems well endowed with pouches and small yet delicate tools.
Rhina: This figurine looks reserved but resolute, her arms splayed downwards and to her sides as she brings forth a mighty spell, ice crackling from her hands. Her face betrays only a shadow of past loss, now thoroughly overtaken by certainty of thought and action as she concentrates on her work, seeking to save others.
Daenerys Targeryen: This little girl is about to do something incredible. She is running, her armored dress of dragonscales trailing behind her as she joins her hands together over the talisman hanging from her neck. While the artistic flair is notable, it is undeniable her fine garments have been made for war. A sharp, draconic looking dagger hangs from her belt and looks in the same direction she's running, wings at the ready as if ready to fly away. While her smile might be somewhat carefree or happy depending on the beholder, her eyes betray wisdom beyond her years. The ghostly afterimage of a dragon wyrmling is impressed over the figurine, as if being reflected by the little girl.
Daenerys Targeryen (Dragon Form): A silvery Wyrmling about the size of Daenerys' human form, this dragon is coiled up regally, listening attentively at something with her head halfcocked. Her eyes betray a fierce intelligence, and she seems bemused by what she's hearing. An amulet of power hangs from her chest.
Emperor Viserys Targeryen (Human Form): It is not clear if the fight is barely beginning or just done. In truth, it's not easy to tell whether the danger is occurring right now or sometime in the shadowy future. The Emperor stands holding Dark Sister at an angle, the blade crossing above his knee before barely touching the ground. On the other hand he holds a staff of twisting, ominous wood filled with ancient runes of might, lines of power lining both it and his entire arm in the beginnings of a raging inferno as he begins to lift it into the air. He is clad in a strange but tasteful mix of Essosi mage's robe and Westerosi armor; what could be a cuirass of sorts stretches over his chest, but his arms and shoulders are covered by long sleeves of silk, and from his back stretches Mammon's Folly in all its terrible splendor, fluttering in the wind. On his head lies a sharp and simple crown, radiating power in its simplicity. On his belt lies a short rod of exquisite quality, filled with runes of power for all that is also a symbol of royal stature. Despite all these things, it is not them that most stays in the mind of the beholder when he or she remembers the piece. It's the eyes; they seem to peer straight ahead, beyond the onlooker, beyond the horizon, beyond the present. They stare always forward, thinking or perhaps knowing a simple truth he is to carry out, a single promise to anyone who gazes at that face.
The future is ours, he seems to whisper.
Emperor Viserys Targeryen (Dragon Form): The enormous figurine seems equal parts grace and destruction, terror and awe. Uncannily intelligent eyes regard what lies beyond, like a King judging a case. Flame seems but a second away from erupting from the figure's maw, though its posture is not overly aggressive but rather stern. Magic seems to crawl over all its limbs, rippling and cascading in fire and lighting and licking the artifacts which have changed and adapted to the Emperor's dragon form. Tailor made so children can grab it from the belly and run with it above their heads. Also capable of holding other figures atop its wings! Daenerys' Dragon form also fits snuggly atop it.
Bonus Figures:
Mosshold Trainers: These hardy and strangely clad tamers wield whips, treats, and collar sticks. Scars crisscross chests, arms, and faces, courtesy of the dangerous beasts they bring to heel on a daily basis. 4 figures.
The Harbinger: Enormous and terrifying dragon-construct. The Emperor doesn't really have one of these… right?
False Ravens: Caw? Perfect for perching on hero's shoulders as they search for danger… or on potted plants. 4 figures. Makes a cute ensemble when perched beside each other, their beaks teasing each other and jostling as if for the better view.
Greater False Raven: Caw…! Could just be spying on you… or could be biding its time so it can rip your eyes out... 2 figures.
Allied Shaitan Infantry: Earth Genies clad in mighty and solid looking armor, wielding a plethora of traditional weapons. 3 figures.
Allied Djinn Infantry: Air Genies clad in whispy and ethereal looking light armor, caught midflight as they charge on their foe from above with a plethora of traditional weapons. 3 figures.
And more bad guys:
Tywin Lannister: A pensive figure sitting on a chamber pot, either having an existential crisis or pushing the big one out. 1 figure, toilet included.
Westerosi Levy Spearmen: A sadly underfed bunch of boys and old men trying to hold on to fire hardened spears… and failing at it. 5 figures.
Essosi Slave Spearmen: A sadly underfed bunch of boys and old men with collars, trying to hold on to fire hardened spears… and failing at it. 5 figures.
Unsullied Spearmen: Lightly armored, brave troops holding on to their spears and succeeding at it… though going by their grim expressions it won't be of much use. 5 figures.
Ghiscary Masters: Neither Wise, nor Good, and certainly not Great, this bunch of richly dressed fools couldn't lead themselves out of a chicken pen, much less an Empire. 5 figures in varying states of greed, panic, and confusion.
Gold?: Conveniently sized pellets one can place under Tywin's chamber pot. Can also fit the beak of one of the False Ravens. (Item sold separately, not for the use of children younger than three years old).
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@Azel National Heroes for the children of the Empire to aspire to. Knock yourself out!
Edit: Added Rhina and dragon forms for Viserys and Dany.
@DragonParadox Can this make it to threadmarks? If it makes it to Canon, I'd just love to see Lya's face when she sees two little girls playing with her figurine.
Figurines Part 2: The Companions (and a few bonus additions).
Companion Figurines:
Lya the Sage: The serene presence of this figurine is the first thing that draws onlookers. One hand is held open at waist level with the palm aimed up, a book of lore or arcane might floating atop it, its pages locked mid ruffle as if she were searching the correct spell-to-be with her mind. Her hair seems unrestricted by gravity, and her exquisitely crafted robes seem to flutter, as if the weight of the working her mind was creating were displacing the air itself. Her poise seems to exude both power and confidence, though a more idealistic or perhaps dreamy outlook could be inferred if the onlooker focused on her eyes, which seem more thoughtful than righteous. Perhaps for her, this is simply another start to the week.
Lord Garin Drekelis: If one were to wonder what would happen were a veteran Bravo and a black shadowcat were to join into one being, it would be this figure. There is something that's quintessentially Braavos about it; long black coat that flutters as he finds himself mid stride, thin rapier in one hand and sharp blade held in the other, both lowered and not yet aiming for their prey. He seems to prowl more than walk, his course certain and his appearance just a bit uncanny. His understated smile seems razor thin.
Ser Waymar Royce: Everything about this figure seems to spell one single thing: Heroism. His face is locked in the midst of a battlecry; eyes almost half lidded as if shielding themselves from an overwhelming light ahead even as they struggle to peer forth, mouth opened in the midst of a heavy roar, sparks of lighting barely visible across his visage. He is clad in masterworked heavy plate armor the likes of which only a knight from a tale could wear, the scratches and blemishes only adding to the sense of dynamic motion about it. He seems only a second away from crashing against some titanic weight, shoulder angling for the blow as he aims his sword with one hand for a thrust, the other held just below the sword hand and aiming low, crisscrossing with lighting itself as if a step away from unleashing a tropical thunderstorm.
Vee: It seems a simple figure at first. A barefoot little woman in simple clothing… Looking for longer than a second however can confuse the onlooker, as there is a sense of primordial weight to it, something unstoppable or… beyond this world. Perhaps it is the stern, unflinching gaze of her hard eyes, eyes which seem to communicate an unstoppable will, as if this woman's determination were a physical beast chained to the great Hardened Steel cages of Mosshold, only a slight wind away from breaking loose and wreaking havoc. She stands with her arms by her sides, only beginning to be raised into the air as she peers into the distance, as if about to summon something great and terrible into this world in mere moments.
Maelor: This figurine seems to have been caught in the middle of something urgent. His left hand is aiming forwards, the first wisps of eldritch fire already emerging from it. He is not looking in that direction though… the young boy's head is turned almost past his other shoulder; he gazes to that side, in the direction his right hand is already raising, as if he were now being attacked from behind too. His face betrays a grim smile that betrays both tension and an almost playful sort of exasperation, as if thinking uncharitable thoughts about the whole situation even as he sees the irony of it. Regardless, the menace soon to come out of his will is all too palpable.
Glyra: This smallish figure seems full of pent up mischief as one of her hands searches for something within her bag, the other already making ready to throw something at an unfortunate foe. She stands on the heels of her feet, as of ready to fly but unwilling to. She seems to be bracing her back against something… or someone. For some reason she fits perfectly when positioned against Maelor's back.
Lord Malarys Vaenor: This man stands facing a small booklet he holds open with one hand, though his eyes do not look at it. They stare instead at an angle, as if watching something from a distance. The other hand holds a sword cane that is only just beginning to be unsheathed, and a small piece of parchment seems to be jutting from the miniature wooden repository affixed to his belt. On it are symbols of primordial Law. The figure seems as if just having finished the judgment of something a mere second ago… and is getting ready to carry out the sentence.
Ser Richard Lonmouth: The size of this statue does not seem enough to contain itself. The knight is standing with Oathkeeper's tip jammed into the ground, the flames around the blade somewhat subdued. His armor is a thing of legend, flame and light, damned and blessed, the armored pauldrons depicting the three headed dragon of House Targeryen in all their might and majesty, while his tabard shows the banner of the house of Skulls and Kisses. And yet for all the beauty and terror of his armor, for all the foreboding menace of the longsword grasped tightly in his hands, the knight seems to be unmoving, exuding a sort of existence in the moment as he simply is, the only thing betraying life being his face. He seems to be eyeing something, scanning it to the very core as the corner of his mouth tilts upwards ever so lightly.
Xor: For what should be something weird indeed, this figurine is surprisingly adorable. Sure, it seems to be a single floating eye with a few stalks tacked on top, but that just makes the onlooker appreciate the artistry of the work all the more. This streamlined and perhaps even intriguing figure seems to exude curiosity and good natured friendship, gazing excitedly at something as two stalks hold a book by themselves, some almost arguing with themselves as they stare at each other, while the last few follow the big eye's direction. This floating, curious orb seems to be clad in a protective suit of armor, though he has the bearing of a scholar and not a warrior.
Tyene Sand: This figurine holds an understated air of refinement and exotic allure, swaying almost sinuously with a determined stride and wearing an exquisite dress that mixes the practical with the beautiful. One hand holds a whip formed as if from sand itself, still constructing itself as she rears back to strike with it. The other hand seems to be in the midst of spellcasting, small, whisp-thin trails of something coalescing around it. Her belt seems well endowed with pouches and small yet delicate tools.
Rhina: This figurine looks reserved but resolute, her arms splayed downwards and to her sides as she brings forth a mighty spell, ice crackling from her hands. Her face betrays only a shadow of past loss, now thoroughly overtaken by certainty of thought and action as she concentrates on her work, seeking to save others.
Daenerys Targeryen: This little girl is about to do something incredible. She is running, her armored dress of dragonscales trailing behind her as she joins her hands together over the talisman hanging from her neck. While the artistic flair is notable, it is undeniable her fine garments have been made for war. A sharp, draconic looking dagger hangs from her belt and looks in the same direction she's running, wings at the ready as if ready to fly away. While her smile might be somewhat carefree or happy depending on the beholder, her eyes betray wisdom beyond her years. The ghostly afterimage of a dragon wyrmling is impressed over the figurine, as if being reflected by the little girl.
Daenerys Targeryen (Dragon Form): A silvery Wyrmling about the size of Daenerys' human form, this dragon is coiled up regally, listening attentively at something with her head halfcocked. Her eyes betray a fierce intelligence, and she seems bemused by what she's hearing. An amulet of power hangs from her chest.
Emperor Viserys Targeryen (Human Form): It is not clear if the fight is barely beginning or just done. In truth, it's not easy to tell whether the danger is occurring right now or sometime in the shadowy future. The Emperor stands holding Dark Sister at an angle, the blade crossing above his knee before barely touching the ground. On the other hand he holds a staff of twisting, ominous wood filled with ancient runes of might, lines of power lining both it and his entire arm in the beginnings of a raging inferno as he begins to lift it into the air. He is clad in a strange but tasteful mix of Essosi mage's robe and Westerosi armor; what could be a cuirass of sorts stretches over his chest, but his arms and shoulders are covered by long sleeves of silk, and from his back stretches Mammon's Folly in all its terrible splendor, fluttering in the wind. On his head lies a sharp and simple crown, radiating power in its simplicity. On his belt lies a short rod of exquisite quality, filled with runes of power for all that is also a symbol of royal stature. Despite all these things, it is not them that most stays in the mind of the beholder when he or she remembers the piece. It's the eyes; they seem to peer straight ahead, beyond the onlooker, beyond the horizon, beyond the present. They stare always forward, thinking or perhaps knowing a simple truth he is to carry out, a single promise to anyone who gazes at that face.
The future is ours, he seems to whisper.
Emperor Viserys Targeryen (Dragon Form): The enormous figurine seems equal parts grace and destruction, terror and awe. Uncannily intelligent eyes regard what lies beyond, like a King judging a case. Flame seems but a second away from erupting from the figure's maw, though its posture is not overly aggressive but rather stern. Magic seems to crawl over all its limbs, rippling and cascading in fire and lighting and licking the artifacts which have changed and adapted to the Emperor's dragon form. Tailor made so children can grab it from the belly and run with it above their heads. Also capable of holding other figures atop its wings! Daenerys' Dragon form also fits snuggly atop it.
Bonus Figures:
Mosshold Trainers: These hardy and strangely clad tamers wield whips, treats, and collar sticks. Scars crisscross chests, arms, and faces, courtesy of the dangerous beasts they bring to heel on a daily basis. 4 figures.
The Harbinger: Enormous and terrifying dragon-construct. The Emperor doesn't really have one of these… right?
False Ravens: Caw? Perfect for perching on hero's shoulders as they search for danger… or on potted plants. 4 figures. Makes a cute ensemble when perched beside each other, their beaks teasing each other and jostling as if for the better view.
Greater False Raven: Caw…! Could just be spying on you… or could be biding its time so it can rip your eyes out... 2 figures.
Allied Shaitan Infantry: Earth Genies clad in mighty and solid looking armor, wielding a plethora of traditional weapons. 3 figures.
Allied Djinn Infantry: Air Genies clad in whispy and ethereal looking light armor, caught midflight as they charge on their foe from above with a plethora of traditional weapons. 3 figures.
And more bad guys:
Tywin Lannister: A pensive figure sitting on a chamber pot, either having an existential crisis or pushing the big one out. 1 figure, toilet included.
Westerosi Levy Spearmen: A sadly underfed bunch of boys and old men trying to hold on to fire hardened spears… and failing at it. 5 figures.
Essosi Slave Spearmen: A sadly underfed bunch of boys and old men with collars, trying to hold on to fire hardened spears… and failing at it. 5 figures.
Unsullied Spearmen: Lightly armored, brave troops holding on to their spears and succeeding at it… though going by their grim expressions it won't be of much use. 5 figures.
Ghiscary Masters: Neither Wise, nor Good, and certainly not Great, this bunch of richly dressed fools couldn't lead themselves out of a chicken pen, much less an Empire. 5 figures in varying states of greed, panic, and confusion.
Gold?: Conveniently sized pellets one can place under Tywin's chamber pot. Can also fit the beak of one of the False Ravens. (Item sold separately, not for the use of children younger than three years old
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@Azel National Heroes for the children of the Empire to aspire to. Knock yourself out!
Edit: Added Rhina and dragon forms for Viserys and Dany.
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Same really, Though the characters I actually hate in this quest I could count on one hand with fingers to spare.
1. The Goddamned Bear
2. Bahamut
3. ... Does The Iron Throne count as a character?
That's it I think, there are events I'm not happy with, but I can't think of any characters that really get me all egoo style mad.