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I have been giddy for the past few pages at the thought of CR 30 corpses.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Crake
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Viserys: "You start tomorrow."
Apkallu: "Excellent, first we need to go over your records--"
Viserys: "Pardon, I believe you have confused my meaning. Report to this address."
*later*
Apkallu bursting into his Solar: "That wasn't a repository of records! It was a licensing depot!"
Viserys: "They were short on scribes."
Apkallu: "I, a mere scribe?!"
Viserys: "Everyone starts from the bottom. I should know. I didn't have a penny to my name before I conquered my first hemisphere."
Apkallu:
Snowfire
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Viserys: "You start tomorrow."
Apkallu: "Excellent, first we need to go over your records--"
Viserys: "Pardon, I believe you have confused my meaning. Report to this address."
*later*
Apkallu bursting into his Solar: "That wasn't a repository of records! It was a licensing depot!"
Viserys: "They were short on scribes."
Apkallu: "I, a mere scribe?!"
Viserys: "Everyone starts from the bottom. I should know. I didn't have a penny to my name before I conquered my first hemisphere."
Apkallu:
Given that any Apkallu that came to say hello would probably have more knowledge immediately available to them then our entire kingdom does, I suspect there would be a rather different reaction.
Hey @egoo how would you like +x (where x is a large number) to our library bonuses?
Edit: I mean, we're talking two thousand cubic feet of archive. That's probably enough to render Lya a twitching mess on the floor for a measurable amount of time.
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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Hey, @Goldfish, how far can we push our CL when doing, say, Scribe's Binding?
What? These guys will surely try to hold off some lore!
That'd be just unacceptable!
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Ehh, in all seriousness? I think they'd share. We're a Lawful individual leading a Lawful kingdom. There's no reason for conflict. And they could give us a lot. A note here, if they promised fair exchange, they'd hold to it. That's what Lawful beings do.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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Ehhh, I get a feeling that Prime Directive kind of stuff will happen when we'd be about to get to really good stuff, be it magic, or technology.
To add to that thought experiment... I genuinely don't like the idea of one of these guys coming around.
It would, in fact, feel like a space-age civilisation visiting cavemen to me.
:/
Much as that may be true LaW (lore-as-written), won't make it feel better.
Snowfire
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That's actually why I'd find it rather funny.
Goldfish
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Haha. No.Hey, @Goldfish, how far can we push our CL when doing, say, Scribe's Binding?
...What? Why are you looking at me like that?
These guys will surely try to hold off some lore!
That'd be just unacceptable!
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We're not poking one of those with a 10,000 foot Adamantine pole.
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I wouldn't mind looting said adamantine pole...
By the way, the Djinn and the Shaitan are making a worrying amount of progress on the Efreeti. If they keep going at this rate there won't be any turtle ships to loot.
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Filthy casual!I mean, it's an Extraordinary ability. And to be fair, you can kill it if you can find it again whilst it recovers. It just requires delving into the deep Feywild.
I'm sure that couldn't possibly go wrong
@Duesal, rejoice, for there are ways to kill such a being and maybe profit from it!
The most obvious one is a spell like Trap The Soul, and then selling the soul gem to Asmodeus (telling him what's inside). You can be sure never to see it again then!
Then of course I'm pretty certain there are spells to steal EX abilities. Or maybe it's SU? Anyway they're shitty and super cheesy so I don't use them much (hence why I only vaguely recall their existence) but I'm pretty sure they exist.
There are a bunch of really shitty templates that make you lose all abilities (Dustform creature for example, or a bunch of undead types). Force a creature into one (with Wish or Miracle, or by Dominating it into standing still for a ritual) and then kill it.
Even better, many templates increase its worth with the OG as a sacrifice!
Use Magic Jar, enter it's body, cast Transcend Mortality (from a scroll, presumably). Theoretically both of you should die, and the "go to Feywild instead" should fail due to Transcend Mortality.
Your buddies can still Raise you - but does it have buddies who will Raise it ?
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That's less then two shipping containers full of books. He better have everything on microfilm or Lya would chide him for carrying such a embarrassingly small emergency supply of books.
I have to agree here that I see no real conflict potential cropping up with those guys. The worst would be haggling about what Planetos is and isn't ready for.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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The good news is that military research and development often leads to a multitude of other advancements that end up becoming ubiquitous because they are tied with an up-scaling of industrial capacity.
Of course this is assuming post-industrialization has already happened, since things tend to snowball from there. I think ASWaH Planetos' equivalent to that would be finding that shortcut around automated crafting's inherent limitations, because right now you're looking at precision engineering for all large scale projects. Technically speaking that would mean every single piece of high magic would be unique, which is probably why you got tons of instances in D&D of high magic empires having all their lore lost and stuff despite leaving behind tonnes of ruins and feasibly thousands of years of recorded knowledge. Skill drain from the disasters, combined with (in all likelihood engineered) anti-magic effects = no more high magic empire, and no replicated advancements.
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Crake
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It says near the end that they are exactly that, yes.
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Damn son, this just about felt like the first fifteen minutes of a ASWAH Dragon Age.
Crake
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Large, regimented horned people.... ostracized weird looking minorities barely tolerated by those around them...
Obviously no Chantry stand-in though, which removes an entire dynamic from the picture you paint.
Though maybe not... just put it in reverse. It's the mages who mind the zealots.
...and determine when it is best to... put them down.
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One minor thing there. We didn't hand out the VS weapons to the faiths yet. We wanted to do all of them at the same time during the festival, as a grand gesture of Viserys specific brand of anti-piety.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Viserys: "Yeah your god is great and all but what's his payment plan?"
Priest: "Payment plan?"
Viserys: "The exchange rate. The going rate on bulk deals. Favored sacrifices and the bonuses for each. You know, minor things like that."
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Just wanted to make sure. As it turns out, there's actually a fair amount of canon content on them. I'll put it all out here for the thread to see.
As of now, the tiny remnants of the Connington lands, which used to be a major force in the Stormlands, are under the command of Ser Ronald Connington, a cousin of JonCon and castellan to Griffin's Roost whom Aerys appointed after exiling Jon. Ronald switched to Robert after he won the battle of Ruby Ford, but had the majority of his lands stripped anyway, leaving the Conningtons with little more than Griffin's Roost and it's surroundings as landed knights. He dies before canon, but it can be assumed it's a fair amount of time before that happens.
His son and heir, Ronnet Connington - the main character of this omake - is something of an asshole. Known as "Red Ronnet" he was uncooperative with his father's attempts to earn back a degree of influence for his family, and in particular, 80% of his appearances in the book are in some relation to his ill-fated betrothal to Brienne of Tarth. Long story short, Ronald managed to score a betrothal, but Ronnet was having none of it as Brienne was ugly, and makes enough of a fuss that the arrangement is called off.
He then proceeds to dance from Renly, Stannis, Joffrey, and Tommen along with most of the Stormlands in the War of the Five Kings, and ends up accompanying Jaime Lannister in his trip across the Riverlands. It ends with Jaime beating the shit out of him for making an asshole out of himself over Brienne, and Ronnet escorts Wylis Manderly to Maidenpoole along with the rest of the Mountian's Men so that the Kingslayer doesn't have to deal with them all. When they get there they immediately commit several crimes before Ronnet is taken to King's Landing, as Jon Connington along with the Golden Company proclaiming the return of 'Aegon Targaryen' has landed and seized Griffin's Roost apparently without a fight. At this point, Ronnet firmly cements his inability not to utterly shove his foot in his mouth at any available opportunity by then going and quoting JonCon almost word for word when he denounces his cousin and the Targaryens, and swears to bring back Jon's and Aegon's heads. He's sent away, and the Small Council agrees to send him to the Wall.
So ... yeah. A lot to take in there. Oh, and he also has a bastard son he named after his father. The kid's actually kind of a badass.
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Goldfish
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We don't need a mount and Yss is a god. They're basically Mythic by default.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
It's not that they're devoid of virtue, it's just that they have their collective heads shoved so far up their asses it comes back out of their necks.
The whole reason we're even fighting them is because the Old Gods know they need to be brought down a couple of pegs so they can start to see sense. (That and the Old Gods are vindictive motherfuckers.)
It also doesn't help that in a world continually going to shit they seem to be the most content covering their ears and going lalalala, instead of actually getting out and getting stuff done.
They made a champion for each god yeah, but that was only recently, when the metaphorical house had already started burning.
Meanwhile up in the north Cool Uncle Bloodraven's been parting like it's 1969 for the last few hundred years. You'd think they'd have done something similar, or at the very least put in an old bastard of their own as a sort of Mythical Time Capsule for when magic made its resurgence and the Old Blue Fuckheads came back for another round.
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I agree with all you have said but I am more curious about this. Is this a reference? Also to the credit of the Seven they never fought the Others so they don't know how bad it gets.
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Canon Omake: Friends of Filigree Feathers, Flocking Together
Crake
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Friends of Filigree Feathers, Flocking Together
Ninth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"Lady Royce?" There was no signs that anyone was behind the purple door with its shining burnishing, but Thoros Voronys had not managed to top his class of former initiates nor manage to maintain his status of student with royal stipend and all it entailed--much like the jealousy of his peers--for nothing, if not his persistence. Truth be told it was the amiable sort of noble scion that made Thoros nervous. He liked that the children his age learning magic, whether they be Tyroshi, Lyseni or more recently Myrish, did not treat him like a mummer playacting, or rising beyond his station. To them he was 'Lord Voronys', despite having no official title to his name, friend to the Gods Twins, to the sister of the Knight of Thunder, to prestigious Keyholders' daughters, well-known for their keen intellect and even their bravery... and to Dragonlords. Albeit, junior Dragonlords.
Valaena had spoken more words to Thoros than she had to Joran as of late... he wondered what the poor boy did to make her so upset with him this time. He would not even come out to play with the Leshies with him and Ysilla all week, and had been standing the Wards, as they had come to be known by the Court at large, up. More in favor of study and meditation just about anywhere you could catch a quiet hour to oneself, from the Libraries of the Deep they had access to, to the lower wards of the Shadow Tower where lecture halls stood empty during the festivities.
And yet she had not treated her fellow potential dragonrider half so coldly as Ysilla was treating Thoros now... alas, for his very dilemma lay in such company at that very moment.
"Lady Royce? Come now, I know you're in there--"
There was a scoff on the other side, and despite himself he felt a smile twitch into life upon his lips. "Lad--" Thoros paused, then looked up at the ceiling and beseeching any higher power who might come to heed him, Tree, Snake or Sea, he even threw a couple forlorn pleas towards the Lady upon Silver Dancing Steps on her crescent throne above, for pride alone would not move a Lady if she was not wont to doing so. He tried not to use diminutives, but she had insisted on a whim one rainy afternoon over a game of cyvasse and that had been the end of their previous bickering about propriety.
"...Yssi, I'm sorry." Thoros hedged on throwing in a little sweet to hide the bitter, a quarrel that he hoped didn't lose potency if his promises came up false, they did not quarrel often but by now he knew to try being more proactive about things and having something good to bandy about--no lady was immune to flattery, or so Ser Waymar had claimed. Well--alright, Thoros would admit that was a claim Lady Tyene had made first. But the Knight had shown wisdom beyond all knowing in his instant assent.
"I got Joran to come out of hiding, and the Twins have free reign ever since their minder left the Keep..." though he did not know where she had come about to begin with. That was one tangle he was not willing to brush through, given how jealously those two guarded their time with her. He had not spoken more than a handful of words with them, but she sounded like an important lady, and when they had spoken it had always been to make sure he was keeping abreast of his studies or practicing his deportment for Court. At least she was not such a wicked taskmistress as this!
"And Kyla?" he heard a muffled voice through the door and the shuffling of feet as something scattered across the floor, and the quieter curses to follow.
"She's with her family since they came south to visit with goods to offload for the festival, something about fey trinkets for her and her brother. He was going to meet us with her in a few hours... are you ready to talk finally?" And maybe they'd start getting along again before Valaena came back from the Far East and forgot why she was mad at Joran in the first place for the third or fourth time... Thoros did not know whether to laugh or pity that they found forgiveness balanced upon the edge of a dragon's bite, or had stumbled into it a handful of times with the prim and proper Velaryon lady. It took a certain courage to look that one in the eye, he found.
The door burst open and Ysilla stood primly with her hands on her hips in a lacy dress that looked so utterly unbecoming on her with a dagger at her hip and a satchel of tinctures and reagents at her waist that he nearly burst out laughing, standing a couple of inches taller in her nice silver buckled boots.
"What? Stop gawking and being silly, we've got the city to ourselves for once! We're wasting time!" She snagged him by the wrist and chattered on about the air show planned a few hours from then, and all the while Thoros wondered if she'd ever been angry at him in the first place...
A lady's games and fancies were stressful and precarious, indeed.
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"Damn," Joran said, before blushing and stuttering a pardon at Liset. Reva for her part rolls her eyes, the older boy did not even like her sister like that--from what she could tell he had no interest towards girls, or boys in that matter. He showed iron in his spine at the strangest times but was oddly passive around Lady Valaena such that the two would argue over it incessantly. It was an utter mystery how those two got along, and they did, for though an uncharitable person would call the quiet and solemn dragonseed, as they call those bearing the Blood of Valyria in the west born from twisted sheets, an utter bore or dreary as a Braavosi summer, she knew better. He was thoughtful and never spoke up without something of substance to say, and kind in his gestures for no ulterior motives as many carrying the flowers of friendship with one hand in court often did, with a knife hidden behind their back in the other.
It was a shame he acted like he was carrying the weight of four or five men twice his age on his shoulders, for he was no King Viserys to claim honest dominion over millions of souls and owing to them justness and constant diligence. You could barely brush against his past without his features twisting in guilt. His deflections had improved recently... his dragon had grown some, and she believed that so he had too. Not only in height, but willfulness also.
He talked back more for one thing, she thought in amusement at all the times her sniping had gotten utter deadpan witticism in return that had made even Valaena belt out an unladylike snort of laughter.
"It's not like we haven't heard worse," Reva said dismissively, waving away the slip. "Look there. The giants and stone fey are tearing down the arena! All that hard work," Reva tsked. Wouldn't it actually come in useful for the festivities taking place all around them?
"I think they mean to sing the stone to life, again, like they did for the bridges," Liset cut in absently, smiling up at Joran. "You said that Lord Xor told you they'd be here first, right?"
"Yes... right about now." He pointed up past the Circle of Battle where nearly three dozen griffons arced and danced amidst the air in their playful dives. Swooping past them overhead, she could spy the mount of the Knight of Thunder wearing his splendid true silver barding leading the procession. "That's a sight," he breathed. "I wish Ember was big enough that we could join them..."
"Maybe if you ask nicely, you can wheedle a spell to make him grow from the Princess?" Reva smirked. "Or are you afraid she'll end it and have you dumped in the bay with a snap of her fingers?"
Joran reddened, "She wouldn't!" he insisted. "And Ember isn't pliable enough for passengers anyway, he needs more work on getting used to other people..."
Reva thought it would be easier to deal with their mounts, should they hatch, maybe by will and way of their magic, but also because they spent more time in the company of Dragons themselves. They could barely get Joran to leave the Shadow Tower, let alone come stay with them for a time up in the Keep. It was nice to feel wanted though, since he had been the one to invite them to watch the griffon show first.
"Well maybe you should go flying with her then," Reva teased.
Joran laughed nervously at that suggestion, glancing around the quickly filling rise, "You don't think the King is back yet, do you?"
Maybe not so brave as she thought... to be fair, however, she wouldn't want to rouse a dragon's protective instincts, either.
Especially ones who knew magic.
OOC: So you'll note that Thoros and Ysilla aren't in the second half... well, there's a very good explanation for that... but it'll have to wait for the next part.
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