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

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Well, if Leto doesn't get interested in Sandor I'll eat my hat.

Poor bastard's gonna have the same problem as Richard if we recruit him, there's a lot of warrior women out there that don't give two shits whether or not you look pretty if you fight as well as that.
 
With Robert wasn't their a ploy to make him a "Dragon slaying weapon" with a nice trap card that we could pull mid-battle? Again I just want to see the dumb look on his face as his prized ace in the hole explodes.
 
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Canon Omake: Sweet within the Sour
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    • Sweet within the Sour
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    Sorcerer's Deep never fails to impress, thought Steffon Frey, also known as Steffon the Sweet, as he played guide for his newly arrived and younger kin through the streets of the capital of the Dragon King's realm. While he might have been knocked out of the melee he was glad that his House had came to such a beneficial relationship with House Targaryen and in time would reap great rewards for their service, as was only right and something the Dragon King was known to do. Of course his younger kin did not know specifics of deal and Walder had seen no reason to disclose the details to him, but Steffon assumed the King would not take so many of their younger kin to his realm if he didn't have great plans for them.

    For now he was enjoying the chance to relax, despite having to herd his younger kin at times as they wander in wonder, and take in more of the Deep as well.

    Steffon spent a bit of his lower prize money to buy his kin many trinkets, such as the steel figurines he had seen many of the local children playing with, as well as sample many different foods served at celebrations and large variety of which due to the Deep's status as a major port city. Obviously the most popular was chocolate from the Summer Islands and he was sure his kin planned to eat much of while here.

    Their party also took into the many strange and fantastical things of the Deep not seen anywhere else, such as all the amazing creatures at the King's menagerie. The giant lizards that are said to be from Sothoryos particularly impressed Steffon since surely at least an army was needed to capture even one of the mighty beasts.

    Of course when it comes to the strange and otherworldly one cannot forget the people of the Deep itself. Steffon spent more than a few times reminding his kin not to stare overmuch at the bull men, walking snakes, and of course the monkeys that ran over their heads. Steffon remembered being just as slack jawed as them when he first arrived at the Deep and days afterwards, but learned quickly to accept it or be seen as a fool to the locals who saw everything as normal.

    Sadly the topic eventually came up about why he was no longer in the melee and he told the story of how he was defeated by Quick Steps, that damned quick footed monkey. At first his kin believed he was joking and then of course the children began to laugh about his defeat at a being a third his size. Steffon will admit he felt rather humiliated by the defeat and the knowledge it was his own arrogance that led to underestimating his opponent, something Quick Steps was able to ruthlessly exploit.

    As a member of House Frey he should have known better.

    Thankfully he was able to save some face by telling his kin that a true warrior should never judge another by their size, that it is skill that decides the course of a battle in the end. After all, if size was truly the only factor than no knights would have been able to beat several bull men competing as well but many had overcome them as they moved forward. That seemed to quiet them and put on thoughtful faces.

    Sure it might have been hypocritical of Steffon to say all that considering how he lost but it didn't mean all of them couldn't learn from it.

    Since their lessons would not begin in full till the festival was over Steffon decided to remain in Deep to help them settle in better and enjoy it himself, he might even try his luck in the joust or much less likely ask Walder if he wanted to attempt the team melee with him. While he was very thankful for the masterfully crafted arms, armor, and shield simply for taking part of the competition, either the Dragon King was very generous or this low place prize was very cheap, he still wished he had made it far enough for at least a Valyrian Steel dagger if not a blade.

    Mayhaps if he won enough daggers in other competitions he could pay a skilled enough blacksmith to shape them into a blade, certainly food for thought.

    For now there he hungered for actual food and the smell of fried meat soon sent him and his kin off to find it.
     
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    • I wanna sneak in (via social attack) and have a friendly spar with Robert to get a feel for his personal stregnth, when he's not going full anti-dragon.

    If there was some way that we could get into a spar with him without spending too much time.
     
    DkArthas said:
    Jaime are similarly high leveled as well.
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    Jaime should be the best swordsman in Westeros, but he might have stagnated depending on what's going on. It's pointed out that after Aerys' death, he doesn't really accomplish anything much of note aside from the tourneys he fights in. He can't exactly roam the countryside leveling up from fights. He should be around level 10 at the very least, though. Probably more.

    Regardless, I really want to see a fight between him and Richard.
     
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    Interlude CCCXCI: Pride and Purpose
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    • Pride and Purpose ​

    Twentieth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC

    Gaemon of King's Landing had never thought of himself as particularly proud. He'd been a scrawny boy on Reeking Lane, the butt of many jests about how much like a girl he supposedly looked, and the name his mother had given him in honor of his long vanished and likely dead father. He had even tried to hide the silver in his hair once when he was three-and-ten with soot with predictable results. Finding out that the blood and the name came with another unexpected gift had also been more cause for terror that pride.

    Even the dreams of flame and blood were better than the ones of that night, of finding his master dead, bloody-handed thieves standing over his corpse. He'd burned them and he'd burned the whole shop with sorcery and just ran and ran, fearing his neighbors, the King's Justice, and just about everyone he came across, using his magic for petty thievery and skulking until he happened to hear about a band in the Riverlands looking for spell-weavers. He had found the Lads, he had found a home, and soon enough it was his job to help other sorcerers along, hoping against hope that no one would catch on just how little he really knew.

    Yet here in Sorcerer's Deep listening to snot-nosed apprentices all too willing to pontificate in their cups, Gaemon was struck by a sudden urge to tell them all to shut the fuck up. What battles had they fought? Who had they struggled against? No sleeping in the mud wrapped in your cloak for them, no. Food and board were guaranteed, unless they were nobles and scoffed at plain linens and simple fare. Even with the Lads he'd been happy to have fresh hay to sleep in.

    Thus it was not precisely with an open mind that he looked up at the enormous square of silvered glass rippling to life near the Black Plinth, as the locals called the guarded entrance to the hidden tower.

    The first thing Gaemon saw was the Dragon King himself, though dressed in the robes of a sorcerer and not the simple hose and doublet he had greeted Ser Benjicot and his company in. A cloak like living gold flowed from his shoulders, a pale staff in hand. Opposite him there was another sorceress of the Old Blood, maybe this Lya he had heard so much about...

    No, he called her Wisdom Teana of the Scholarum. So then, she was in charge here? Gaemon guessed she came from somewhere further east than Sorcerer's Deep from her accent, though he could not place it... and soon enough he was not thinking about accents at all.

    "The purpose of the Scholarum is embodied in the spirit of the charter, to offer a place where mages may fairly and lawfully offer their services for the common good, where we may gather our lore and support each other in our studies and other endeavors. It is no simple guild, though we are oft called that. Our purpose is not simply to gather gold and power, nor merely to guarantee the quality of arcane workings. No, we are a society of those who dare peer into the great mysteries of the world and in so doing work towards the betterment of all..."

    The woman paused, smiling knowingly. "It sounds like something from a tale or a song, does it not? Too grand to be true? Like a great tree to cast manses in shade grown overnight, like a tower hidden in its own shadow?"

    Gaemon could hear some of the students and other onlookers gathered to watch laughing good-naturedly, but most were listening with as much rapt attention as he. "We are not perfect, and like our craft we can never be perfect, but we can strive for perfection just the same—to let the fire of our souls temper us in more than the use of power, but into ever seeking out better nature."

    The more he listened the smaller and pettier Gaemon felt for his earlier unkind thoughts. Why had he thought that want and adversity were things to be desired? Why had he all but wished them upon his fellow mages? No one should have to live with that fear.

    As though reading his mind in particular, the shadow-shrouded sorceress continued: "The world over there are fearful fools who claim the world would be better off without magic, yet does not this very mirror by which I speak to you all prove them wrong? What of the roads and bridges over the troubled sea, the healing where before there was pain and loss? We who stand in that light, who carry it with us as a man might a torch, will spread that better world, to Tyrosh, to Mantarys, even to distant Naath. That is my hope for all who would study the arcane, and one in which the Scholarum offers a helping hand."

    Gaemon let out a long relieved breath. She was right, he too would be working for that purpose. That was why the King had sent mages to work with the Lads. He did have things to teach them and they him, and together... together they would make damn sure there would not be another cobbler's apprentice running for his life from the law after doin' nothing more than defending himself and avenging his master.

    OOC: A little short, but this just felt like the important part. The interview itself of course goes into far more detail as to what the career paths for mages are, what one should do as a newly awakened mage, how the various local expansions will work administratively, etc...
     
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    • [X] Approach Sandor
    -[X] Take Leto (for now still disguised) and Dany along.
    -[X] Congratulate him on how far he got so far and that he showed admirable will in his last fight.
    -[X] Since Leto destroyed his sword, lend him a Adamantine bastard sword. It is only lended because you have a feeling Sandor will win another blade before the melee is over.
    -[X] Ask him why he came here, despite being Cerseis lap dog.
     
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