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

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DragonParadox said:
Does anyone have any advice on that? I tended to skim those parts of the books.
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Don't force it. To write a good food porn interlude, wait until you're hungry, then skip a meal and watch instagram photos of people's meals and/or cooking tutorials.
Then you'll be inspired!

In the meantime, how about seeing our Legionnaire fight? Down with the Rogare backstabber!
 
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Omake: A Dragon's Ending
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    • Omake: A Dragon's Ending​

    12th day of the Ninth month 3XX AC

    You are Viserys Targaryen by blood King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. But you are so much more, called the Dragon King, The Emperor of the Imperium, Flayersbane, Uniter of the Plane of Balance, Holder of the True Flame, Forger of the Elemental Pact, and... GODSLAYER.

    You are also afraid.

    Aradia had been the first to go. For some months it had started to get colder, you knew what was approaching. You had prepared well. You marshaled your armies from across the lands, and some parts from across the planes themselves.

    You had forged items and feats of incredible power. Magics that benefited all. Weapons that burned with dragon fire. Armour that heated with the warmth of the summer. A kingdom that burned with a will brighter than the sun.

    Aradia had been the first to go. It was supposed to be a simple scouting mission. You knew instantly what it meant when Lya suddenly looked up, eyes wide. You set about the ritual immediately. The power to turn back death itself, in even the most dire of circumstances. But Aradia did not return.

    A being that to the unaided eye, looked like Aradia, but a being of Frost, and Hatred, and Darkness. It vanished before you could even speak, and tore a bloody path through your kingdom. You had hunted it down, and engulfed it with the true flame of a dragon. Only then did the frost melt away, leaving nothing but sorrow.

    Fearing for them, Lya called back her soul wrought daughters. It seemed for a while that the danger for them passed, although they no longer went alone.

    Garin had been next. Attempting to trace whatever had caused the death of Aradia. He had confided that he thought he was close, just a little more time. Soon after Wyla came to you, stricken with grief and carrying Garin's frozen body. She does not know what happened. She had been meeting him in a tavern, ducked out briefly, and had come back to find him like this.

    This time you used the Snare. The result was the same, the being that came was not Garin. But unable to escape it attacked with Garin's own skill and magics, enhanced further by that of the Frost. It was a tricky battle, and Maelor was almost injured fatally.

    This could not stand. You called upon the aid of Yss, now great in power. "Speak..."

    "Tell me, what manner of being is causing this? How can we find it? And how can we stop it?"

    "I see... Ice." You watched in horror as the great serpent slowly sank back to bottom of his pool, apparently having dropped into a torpor. A mist appeared upon the water, and a layer of ice started to form. Nothing seemed able to stir him.

    Your Mind swerved as you thought of another being connected to ancient Gods. In a single turn you were there. Even as you entered the hallowed space you knew you didn't need to look. But look you did. And there, frozen, rest Brynden Rivers. Looking about you saw clear signs of battle. And nothing else besides remained.

    Melisandre had, in your brief absence, taken it upon herself to bring the fire of R'hllor to the beings that dared strike against the living. In sudden urgency you divined her location, and rushed to her aid. You were too late, as you arrive you saw a figure in black vanishing before you could get a good look. Ice and fire seemed to flow around you. The battle had clearly been intense.

    You notice Melisandre on the ground. You rushed over, she was still breathing, barely. As you lift her, her eyes snapped open. "I... I-I can't feel his light..." You hear the terror in her words, and see the terror in her eyes. And then she is gone.

    The next day you went out to the Dawn Tree. The great Weirwood that stood guard over the entirety of the stepstones. Meditating, you called out to the Old Gods. For a long time, they were quiet. Then you hear something, just at the edges of your mind.

    ...i.....r.....c.....

    It seems to get louder and louder, until suddenly as one the enormous voices of the Old Gods rings out.

    w.......s.......g

    ....in.....is....om...

    WINTER IS COMING!

    You jolted up as the voice rang through your head. Then you turn and see a figure all in black with white skin, and pale glowing blue eyes, place a hand on the tree. You move towards him, a spell on your lips, but you are sluggish and he doesn't even react. The words fade, you feel cold invade your body, your mind, your soul.

    "Hmm, you are too powerful yet, but no matter, you can wait here. And i'll return in 3 days, with true winter. You can sit and think about all your so-called Companions in the meantime." And then he was gone.

    As the cold permeated your body, you felt yourself go numb, your mind lose its thought, and eventually, your consciousness altogether.

    CRACK!

    Your eyes flew open, you feel fire rush through your limbs again. Looking up, now night, you see a person next to the Dawn Tree, or what used to be the Dawn Tree. Sword in hand, flames running up the blade. Forged with your very blood. The bond between King and Guard. Richard stands there, having just cut down the Dawn Tree itself. You watch as the Gigantic tree seems to take an age to fall, then shatters like ice on impact with the ground.

    He turned to you, and for the first time ever. You see tears. "Your Grace... I-" A hand appeared on his shoulder. Looking across, your heart seemed to stop for a second.

    "Lya! Are you ok? What happened-"

    "They... they are gone. They tried to save anyone they could, I think we were the only ones to make it out of the city."

    You felt a rage rise up in you. "I want to see."

    You arrived back in Sorcerer's Deep like a storm of fire. Wights and beings of undead Frost incinerated from your path.

    You Find Vee, Rina, and Xor first. Near the planar terminus. Now almost completely destroyed. Vee, despite her harsh words and disdain of the general populace, she had always been one to care when it mattered most. Rina had been quiet and contained at first, but had slowly come to know those around her, as well as be a force all on her own. Especially when it had been found that she could walk among the beings of the other without fear... as long as something too intelligent didn't see her. She had risked life and limb, simply because you had given her a place to belong. Xor, The Aberration a conundrum within a paradox of itself, And one of the nicest and most good natured beings you have ever come to know. His voice, curiosity, and endless patience had bridged the gap between the strange and the fearful, bring good cheer and shared memories to all.

    You headed towards the palace. As you walk, you see scenes play out over and over again. Legionnaires, Inquisitors, Mages. All frozen in mid battle, as they attempted to protect that which you and they had built.

    You burst through the great doors of the palace and into the entrance hall. It is here that you find Waymar and Tyene. Tyene sits frozen, with waymars head in her lap, his sword and shield lying discarded next to him. For two people that seemingly came from opposite ends of the spectrum, they certainly seemed made for each other. Both of them among the first to join you, all those years ago in Braavos. Alchemist and Poisoner, Seductress and Chivalrous Knight, Husband and Wife.

    Heading through and up, you found Maelor and Malarys. A score of frozen legionnaires with them. Seemingly defending the throne room to the last. Maelor, your apprentice, He'd grown to become a fine ruler, if a little brash at times. As well as a damn good sorcerer. Malarys, A finer advisor you couldn't have asked for. Saying he had a prickly side was an understatement, he was almost all prickle. Except, you suspected, for one small soft spot for the little valyrians he'd found when he'd first woken up. Not that you'd have ever said that to his face. Not that you ever could now.

    The last thought shocked you a bit. And you had to steel yourself, and push open the doors to the throne room. You knew what you expected, and still, you had not been prepared. Your mother, Rhaella Targaryen, stood in the middle of the room, defiant, as still as a statue. Though your expression had not changed, you had felt tears rolling down your face.

    Something had not been right. Looking with true sight, you saw. The Throne glowing with frost magic. Brushing your fingertips against it briefly, you felt the skin freeze and peel away. Suddenly enraged, you flooded the area around it with fire. There is groaning creak and then a sound like an avalanche as the throne is reduced to molten slag.

    You are about to leave the room as you feel the telltale signs of translocation magic. Turning sharply you saw Dany. Having just apparated into the room, and now staring with a shocked expression at your mother.

    Dany turns and sees you, "I'm too late... I, I couldn't get back! Something blocked me. I'm too late!" Her expression cracked as you rushed to her and pull her into a hug. The sounds of her sobs the only thing you can hear as you, Dany, Richard, and Lya left that hall for the last time.

    It is now that you find yourself standing on The Wall. Your kingdom may have been damaged, but it was not broken, and now, the full might of the Imperium stood at your back. The last three days had been a whirlwind of activity, transporting troops, forming plans, and last minute research. And still, you are afraid.

    The plan was supposed to be simple. The legions would hold back the horde of white walkers, wights, and other enemies, Led by Richard. While You, Lya, and Dany would use your connection to the imperium itself to either defeat or severely injure the others in one big strike.

    On the 4th day, at sunrise, they came. The battle was was intense from the very beginning. Then at sunset, there was a sound, a deep rumble, clearly getting louder and closer. Then you see it. A creature that dwarfed anything you had ever seen before. Seemingly made of the winter storm itself. It was time to begin.

    Dany and Lya setup a circle of runes around you, drawing in quick and precise motions, while you focused. You felt deep down, and found a connection, a connection to the entire imperium itself, and the divine energy that permeated it. You started to craft a familiar spell, that coveted the most highly among all. But this was something even more, you took the divine energy, your own magic and the will of your empire, and made it one.

    You hear a what seems like a sob from Dany and turn to face her. You see tears frozen to her cheeks.
    Turning to Lya you see the same. Then you look at the spell circle they have drawn.

    "What? What have you done? This is not what we agreed!"

    Lya shakes her head as tears continue to stream down her face, "I'm sorry, we don't have enough. we are not strong enough."

    Taking a closer look at the circle, it clicks, what it all means. "No, NO! This could kill you! Both of You!"

    Lya nods sadly, "We know, we agreed this is the only way. I'm sorry."

    You look at the creature getting closer, "Look it's ok there's still time, you can change this."

    "No, there is no time, I'm sorry Viserys."

    You feel the spell circle take control of the energy, and at the same time pulling in the life force of both Dany and Lya.

    Reality is torn asunder around you. You feel as if you are being torn apart everywhere at once piece by piece. Your consciousness fades.

    To Wake the Dragon ​

    Twelfth Day of the Ninth Month 289 AC

    You are Viserys Targaryen by blood King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. You are also a boy of thirteen and yo-

    You look around suddenly. You recognize the stench that assaults you, and look down to see ser Willem Darry, now dead.

    You hear crying, DANY!

    You rush out of the room, and towards the sound, which is suddenly cut off as you make your way there. The scene in the hall is one you had relived multiple times in your darkest nightmares. The porter, Morros or something, is dragging the heavy furniture towards the door with the aid of another man. Dany Lies on the floor, mercifully still moving. Though trembling in fear and a red mark on her face. White hot rage floods through you.

    The other man is speaking: "... safer just to kill the brats-"

    "I think not."

    The man stops and turns, "Oh yea? and what-"

    You reach for the familiar sensation, it feels different somehow, but still it comes. "You are banished."

    The two men simply disappear, furniture slamming to the ground.

    Running over to Dany you calm her as you help her up. "Its ok now, i made them leave, everything is going to be alright now. Ok?"

    Dany looks up, lip still trembling a bit, but nods.

    "Alright, well, let's get going. I've got some work to do."

    OOC: So I'm not entirely happy with this omake, I got the idea and it just kept writing itself in my head so i thought might as well. The general premise is "Worst Case Scenario" with some time travel thrown in. To me it feels stiff and not quite in character in some places, but i can't quite place it.
     
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    • @superguy2876 that's a really dark omake but very well written. It does not feel stiff to me at all.

    Speaking on the subject matter I pity the world that has to deal with an epic level Viserys who has already lost everything once. The lenghts he would be willing to go to make sure it would not happen again are hard to even fathom.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    @superguy2876 that's a really dark omake but very well written. It does not feel stiff to me at all.

    Speaking on the subject matter I pity the world that has to deal with an epic level Viserys who has already lost everything once. The lenghts he would be willing to go to make sure it would not happen again are hard to even fathom.
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    Isn't that what we basically told the Elder Brain - "destroy my empire, kill the people I love, and see what happens if I've nothing to loose."
     
    Tor (new and better)
    Size/Type:     Medium Outsider (Native, Shapeshifter, Incorporeal (only while moving))
    Hit Dice: 7d8
    Initiative: +8
    Speed: 30 ft.
    Armor Class:
    Base Attack:     +7/+2
    Attack: +9/+4 Touch Attack (1d6 (DC 19 Fort negates) +1Con damage on crit)
    Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.
    Special Attacks: Spell-like Abilities, Cloying Gloom Blast (DC 19), Detect Thoughts (DC 19)
    Special Qualities: Damage reduction 5/Good or Piercing, DR 10/Magic, Darkvision 60 ft., Resistance to Electricity 15 and Cold 15, See in Darkness, Spell Resistance 21, Change Shape (Raktavarna, any Humanoid as Alter Self), Planar Thinning, Incorporeal Step
    Saves: Fortitude +9, Reflex +11, Will +6
    Abilities: Str 15, Dex 23, Con 18, Int 12, Wis 13, Cha 22
    Skills: 90SP Racial: +4 Bluff and +8 Disguise and Stealth
    Feats: 3
    Alignment:

    Cloying Gloom Blast (Su)

    Three times per day, the shadow lord can unleash a 30-foot cone of cloying gloom. On a failed Fortitude saving throw, creatures in the cone are affected by a slow spell (caster level equal to the shadow lord's Hit Dice) and are blinded for the duration of the slow effect.

    Planar Thinning (Su)

    Once per day as a full-round action, a shadow lord can thin the barriers between the Material Plane and Shadow Plane, making it considerably easier for creatures to cross between the two. This functions like the planar travel aspect of the gate spell (caster level equal to the shadow lord's Hit Dice). This planar thinning is immediately dispelled if in an area of normal or bright light.

    Incorporeal Step (Su)

    When a shadow lord moves, it gains the incorporeal subtype and quality, including a deflection bonus to AC equal to its Charisma bonus. It loses the incorporeal subtype and special ability when it stops moving.

    Spell-Like Abilities CL 7 (DC: Spell Level + 6):
    At will—ray of sickening;
    3/day—shadow conjuration, shadow step;
    1/day—shadow walk.

    A creature created with shadow conjuration or greater shadow conjuration that would normally have a celestial or fiendish template (such as a bear) instead gains the shadow creature template.

    Sorcerer CL 4 (DC: Spell Level + 6):
    Level 0: 6 (6/day)
    Level 1: 3 (8/day)
    Level 2: 1 (5/day)


    Equipment:

    This should be the baseline then.
    Now we just need a decent build with some nice skills, feats and spells.
     
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    Omake: A Dragon's Ending​

    12th day of the Ninth month 3XX AC

    You are Viserys Targaryen by blood King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. But you are so much more, called the Dragon King, The Emperor of the Imperium, Flayersbane, Uniter of the Plane of Balance, Holder of the True Flame, Forger of the Elemental Pact, and... GODSLAYER.

    You are also afraid.

    Aradia had been the first to go. For some months it had started to get colder, you knew what was approaching. You had prepared well. You marshaled your armies from across the lands, and some parts from across the planes themselves.

    You had forged items and feats of incredible power. Magics that benefited all. Weapons that burned with dragon fire. Armour that heated with the warmth of the summer. A kingdom that burned with a will brighter than the sun.

    Aradia had been the first to go. It was supposed to be a simple scouting mission. You knew instantly what it meant when Lya suddenly looked up, eyes wide. You set about the ritual immediately. The power to turn back death itself, in even the most dire of circumstances. But Aradia did not return.

    A being that to the unaided eye, looked like Aradia, but a being of Frost, and Hatred, and Darkness. It vanished before you could even speak, and tore a bloody path through your kingdom. You had hunted it down, and engulfed it with the true flame of a dragon. Only then did the frost melt away, leaving nothing but sorrow.

    Fearing for them, Lya called back her soul wrought daughters. It seemed for a while that the danger for them passed, although they no longer went alone.

    Garin had been next. Attempting to trace whatever had caused the death of Aradia. He had confided that he thought he was close, just a little more time. Soon after Wyla came to you, stricken with grief and carrying Garin's frozen body. She does not know what happened. She had been meeting him in a tavern, ducked out briefly, and had come back to find him like this.

    This time you used the Snare. The result was the same, the being that came was not Garin. But unable to escape it attacked with Garin's own skill and magics, enhanced further by that of the Frost. It was a tricky battle, and Maelor was almost injured fatally.

    This could not stand. You called upon the aid of Yss, now great in power. "Speak..."

    "Tell me, what manner of being is causing this? How can we find it? And how can we stop it?"

    "I see... Ice." You watched in horror as the great serpent slowly sank back to bottom of his pool, apparently having dropped into a torpor. A mist appeared upon the water, and a layer of ice started to form. Nothing seemed able to stir him.

    Your Mind swerved as you thought of another being connected to ancient Gods. In a single turn you were there. Even as you entered the hallowed space you knew you didn't need to look. But look you did. And there, frozen, rest Brynden Rivers. Looking about you saw clear signs of battle. And nothing else besides remained.

    Melisandre had, in your brief absence, taken it upon herself to bring the fire of R'hllor to the beings that dared strike against the living. In sudden urgency you divined her location, and rushed to her aid. You were too late, as you arrive you saw a figure in black vanishing before you could get a good look. Ice and fire seemed to flow around you. The battle had clearly been intense.

    You notice Melisandre on the ground. You rushed over, she was still breathing, barely. As you lift her, her eyes snapped open. "I... I-I can't feel his light..." You hear the terror in her words, and see the terror in her eyes. And then she is gone.

    The next day you went out to the Dawn Tree. The great Weirwood that stood guard over the entirety of the stepstones. Meditating, you called out to the Old Gods. For a long time, they were quiet. Then you hear something, just at the edges of your mind.

    ...i.....r.....c.....

    It seems to get louder and louder, until suddenly as one the enormous voices of the Old Gods rings out.

    w.......s.......g

    ....in.....is....om...

    WINTER IS COMING!

    You jolted up as the voice rang through your head. Then you turn and see a figure all in black with white skin, and pale glowing blue eyes, place a hand on the tree. You move towards him, a spell on your lips, but you are sluggish and he doesn't even react. The words fade, you feel cold invade your body, your mind, your soul.

    "Hmm, you are too powerful yet, but no matter, you can wait here. And i'll return in 3 days, with true winter. You can sit and think about all your so-called Companions in the meantime." And then he was gone.

    As the cold permeated your body, you felt yourself go numb, your mind lose its thought, and eventually, your consciousness altogether.

    CRACK!

    Your eyes flew open, you feel fire rush through your limbs again. Looking up, now night, you see a person next to the Dawn Tree, or what used to be the Dawn Tree. Sword in hand, flames running up the blade. Forged with your very blood. The bond between King and Guard. Richard stands there, having just cut down the Dawn Tree itself. You watch as the Gigantic tree seems to take an age to fall, then shatters like ice on impact with the ground.

    He turned to you, and for the first time ever. You see tears. "Your Grace... I-" A hand appeared on his shoulder. Looking across, your heart seemed to stop for a second.

    "Lya! Are you ok? What happened-"

    "They... they are gone. They tried to save anyone they could, I think we were the only ones to make it out of the city."

    You felt a rage rise up in you. "I want to see."

    You arrived back in Sorcerer's Deep like a storm of fire. Wights and beings of undead Frost incinerated from your path.

    You Find Vee, Rina, and Xor first. Near the planar terminus. Now almost completely destroyed. Vee, despite her harsh words and disdain of the general populace, she had always been one to care when it mattered most. Rina had been quiet and contained at first, but had slowly come to know those around her, as well as be a force all on her own. Especially when it had been found that she could walk among the beings of the other without fear... as long as something too intelligent didn't see her. She had risked life and limb, simply because you had given her a place to belong. Xor, The Aberration a conundrum within a paradox of itself, And one of the nicest and most good natured beings you have ever come to know. His voice, curiosity, and endless patience had bridged the gap between the strange and the fearful, bring good cheer and shared memories to all.

    You headed towards the palace. As you walk, you see scenes play out over and over again. Legionnaires, Inquisitors, Mages. All frozen in mid battle, as they attempted to protect that which you and they had built.

    You burst through the great doors of the palace and into the entrance hall. It is here that you find Waymar and Tyene. Tyene sits frozen, with waymars head in her lap, his sword and shield lying discarded next to him. For two people that seemingly came from opposite ends of the spectrum, they certainly seemed made for each other. Both of them among the first to join you, all those years ago in Braavos. Alchemist and Poisoner, Seductress and Chivalrous Knight, Husband and Wife.

    Heading through and up, you found Maelor and Malarys. A score of frozen legionnaires with them. Seemingly defending the throne room to the last. Maelor, your apprentice, He'd grown to become a fine ruler, if a little brash at times. As well as a damn good sorcerer. Malarys, A finer advisor you couldn't have asked for. Saying he had a prickly side was an understatement, he was almost all prickle. Except, you suspected, for one small soft spot for the little valyrians he'd found when he'd first woken up. Not that you'd have ever said that to his face. Not that you ever could now.

    The last thought shocked you a bit. And you had to steel yourself, and push open the doors to the throne room. You knew what you expected, and still, you had not been prepared. Your mother, Rhaella Targaryen, stood in the middle of the room, defiant, as still as a statue. Though your expression had not changed, you had felt tears rolling down your face.

    Something had not been right. Looking with true sight, you saw. The Throne glowing with frost magic. Brushing your fingertips against it briefly, you felt the skin freeze and peel away. Suddenly enraged, you flooded the area around it with fire. There is groaning creak and then a sound like an avalanche as the throne is reduced to molten slag.

    You are about to leave the room as you feel the telltale signs of translocation magic. Turning sharply you saw Dany. Having just apparated into the room, and now staring with a shocked expression at your mother.

    Dany turns and sees you, "I'm too late... I, I couldn't get back! Something blocked me. I'm too late!" Her expression cracked as you rushed to her and pull her into a hug. The sounds of her sobs the only thing you can hear as you, Dany, Richard, and Lya left that hall for the last time.

    It is now that you find yourself standing on The Wall. Your kingdom may have been damaged, but it was not broken, and now, the full might of the Imperium stood at your back. The last three days had been a whirlwind of activity, transporting troops, forming plans, and last minute research. And still, you are afraid.

    The plan was supposed to be simple. The legions would hold back the horde of white walkers, wights, and other enemies, Led by Richard. While You, Lya, and Dany would use your connection to the imperium itself to either defeat or severely injure the others in one big strike.

    On the 4th day, at sunrise, they came. The battle was was intense from the very beginning. Then at sunset, there was a sound, a deep rumble, clearly getting louder and closer. Then you see it. A creature that dwarfed anything you had ever seen before. Seemingly made of the winter storm itself. It was time to begin.

    Dany and Lya setup a circle of runes around you, drawing in quick and precise motions, while you focused. You felt deep down, and found a connection, a connection to the entire imperium itself, and the divine energy that permeated it. You started to craft a familiar spell, that coveted the most highly among all. But this was something even more, you took the divine energy, your own magic and the will of your empire, and made it one.

    You hear a what seems like a sob from Dany and turn to face her. You see tears frozen to her cheeks.
    Turning to Lya you see the same. Then you look at the spell circle they have drawn.

    "What? What have you done? This is not what we agreed!"

    Lya shakes her head as tears continue to stream down her face, "I'm sorry, we don't have enough. we are not strong enough."

    Taking a closer look at the circle, it clicks, what it all means. "No, NO! This could kill you! Both of You!"

    Lya nods sadly, "We know, we agreed this is the only way. I'm sorry."

    You look at the creature getting closer, "Look it's ok there's still time, you can change this."

    "No, there is no time, I'm sorry Viserys."

    You feel the spell circle take control of the energy, and at the same time pulling in the life force of both Dany and Lya.

    Reality is torn asunder around you. You feel as if you are being torn apart everywhere at once piece by piece. Your consciousness fades.

    To Wake the Dragon ​

    Twelfth Day of the Ninth Month 289 AC

    You are Viserys Targaryen by blood King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. You are also a boy of thirteen and yo-

    You look around suddenly. You recognize the stench that assaults you, and look down to see ser Willem Darry, now dead.

    You hear crying, DANY!

    You rush out of the room, and towards the sound, which is suddenly cut off as you make your way there. The scene in the hall is one you had relived multiple times in your darkest nightmares. The porter, Morros or something, is dragging the heavy furniture towards the door with the aid of another man. Dany Lies on the floor, mercifully still moving. Though trembling in fear and a red mark on her face. White hot rage floods through you.

    The other man is speaking: "... safer just to kill the brats-"

    "I think not."

    The man stops and turns, "Oh yea? and what-"

    You reach for the familiar sensation, it feels different somehow, but still it comes. "You are banished."

    The two men simply disappear, furniture slamming to the ground.

    Running over to Dany you calm her as you help her up. "Its ok now, i made them leave, everything is going to be alright now. Ok?"

    Dany looks up, lip still trembling a bit, but nods.

    "Alright, well, let's get going. I've got some work to do."

    OOC: So I'm not entirely happy with this omake, I got the idea and it just kept writing itself in my head so i thought might as well. The general premise is "Worst Case Scenario" with some time travel thrown in. To me it feels stiff and not quite in character in some places, but i can't quite place it.
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    Sorry, dude, too much Deus Ex Machina to make such a scenario work. It would literally require a deity of significant power to wade through our more powerful people in such a manner. And that's just to defeat Mythic, max level Companions. When it starts offing allied deities, things are just totally off the rails.

    For example, Yss is a full deity again in 293 AC. 7+ years from now he'll be even more powerful. Unless the Others are backed by Ao's big brother, nothing can shut down a god that hard and fast.

    I get what you're trying for, but it just goes too far.

    Sorry to be critical, as the writing itself is good. I just have hard limits on what I can accept as plausible, even in a high fantasy setting. :(
     
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    Goldfish said:
    Sorry, dude, too much Deus Ex Machina to make such a scenario work. It would literally require a deity of significant power to wade through our more powerful people in such a manner. And that's just to defeat Mythic, max level Companions. When it starts offing allied deities, things are just totally off the rails.

    For example, Yss is a full deity again in 293 AC. 7+ years from now he'll be even more powerful. Unless the Others are backed by Ao's big brother, nothing can shut down a god that hard and fast.

    I get what you're trying for, but it just goes too far.

    Sorry to be critical, as the writing itself is good. I just have hard limits on what I can accept as plausible, even in a high fantasy setting. :(
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