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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:
Sandor vs Scarbrand
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Narrative development hype!

Tomcost said:
So, I got a little confused. Which was the origin of Scarbrand?
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Artemis1992 said:
Someone wrote an Omake where a scarred Minotaur was grovekeeper in one of our godswoods.
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He's the minotaur here, who took the name Scarbrand Grovetender after becoming an Oracle. His curse is Branded, so he has a branded symbol on his forehead, and full of scars.
 
MTB said:
Kid. Bath. Dump.
You are good at writing.
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I'm just genuinely frustrated with the emerging pattern that I will start something with great enthusiasm and great love for the project, get writers block and then it dies, leaving the story and the players hanging.
Duesal said:
In fairness I'm always going to look back fondly at Shadows of the Past, even if the quest is dead. You satisfied my urge for loot quite well.
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Well, you've always been a single-issue voter. :V
 
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Interlude CDII: Three Missives and a Mystery
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    • Three Missives and a Mystery ​

    Twenty-Third Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC

    "So you are just going to walk into a strange woman's room and ask her if she was looking for you?" Selyse Drekelis shook her head in mock sadness. "I'll grant I'm not as nimble in bed as I used to be, but you have something to do with this too you know," she motioned to the lines of her expanding stomach clearly visible under her simple green dress.

    "Never, my love. You are radiant," Garin replied instantly and fervently. Selyse was not one to really worry about such things, but still he did not wish to giver her even a moment's disquiet.

    "Oh, aye, radiant and round like the moon herself," Selyse laughed. "Mayhap I should worry that you will seduce the poor woman accidentally with your glib tongue."

    "Then you will be happy to know I'll be passing out notes to begin with..."

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    The note was carried on a tray, the tray carried by a fey server moving deftly through the crowded common room of the Golden Hearth:

    I heard you were looking for me

    -G.D.

    The initials were looping calligraphic things in the family style, the closest thing to a House crest the Keyholders of Braavos had. Truthfully, Garin was not sure he would even be able to form them properly these days with his little golden assistant having taken up the task with such fervor.

    The woman whose eyes met his across the room was striking in her own way, hair dark as raven's wing and eyes a dark stormy blue looking out of an angular strong-boned face. But that was not what drew Garin's eye the most. The way her fingers jumped to the chain around her neck bearing an unseen pendant, the way her eyes skipped to the door at once. A sorceress alright, one who had seen battle and was expecting more of it.


    The sorceress is clearly too canny to fear being killed here with what looks like half of Sorcerer's Deep watching, so what then does she fear? Garin wondered. He watched her turning his note over and drawing a plain goose quill from a pouch at her belt to write. When the note was passed back to him by the server Garin noted the penmanship was quick but well-formed and confident. She had received a good education somewhere, likely as a child too.

    Half right, I was looking at you not for you, looking at what sort of man you might be. You can learn a lot about a city by the sorts of folk who walk in its shadows. Just another way to keep safe in a tumultuous world.

    -Ceria Storm

    The word 'tumultuous' looked just a little different from the ones beside it, as though the ink had been left to pool just a little longer, as though she would have preferred to write another in its place. Neither had she tensed when her fingers brushed those of the fey server. So it was not chaos she feared, not the changing of the world and the strange beings fel and fair that rose to walk under the light of common day. So then perhaps she fears the law, authority in its many forms, Garin guessed. He could well imagine how a woman in her shoes could have been played false by those who ruled in the Sunset Lands. A bastard, a witch, one who did not neatly fit into how many of they would see the world...

    Rather than write another note, Garin whispered into the dark, letting his voice be carried by the shadows: "For all the secrets you may find in dark places, I have found the best place to start looking for answers is out in the open. You would be surprised how many are loud and clear for all to hear."

    A frown was her only answer at first, doubtlessly wanting to respond but having no note to scribble over. She could have simply used her own, but that would be taking a step back, and for all the caution she had shown so far one did not get into the business he was in by blinking first before a challenge. As he had suspected she would, the sorceress got up and walked to his table.

    "I have often found that the peddler that shouts loudest has the poorest wares," she said by way of greeting.

    "Truly the Sunset Kingdoms have a dearth of competent merchants, then," the Keyholder replied. "Here in Sorcerer's Deep it is the best merchants who call out the loudest, and those of dubious wares speak softly lest they draw the Lawmen's eye."

    "Am I to take your word for it, then?" she challenged, but Garin could hear the hesitation in her voice. She wanted to strike a bargain of some sort. Why else would she and her companions have come this far and show themselves so openly? It was only her suspicion that would not let her believe the offer before her could be as good as it appeared.

    "No, though perhaps you will believe your own eyes." With these words Garin placed a rolled-up parchment bound with a silk ribbon and the three headed dragon crest between them... an invitation to court, to observe the proceedings and speak in audience if the bearers so chose. She would know it as a lure of course, but it would not be any less tempting for all that.

    Slowly Ceria took it. "My thanks, my lord." She even sounded like she meant it, somewhat at least.

    OOC: Wow, that was fun social encounter to run. I'm thinking of giving Garin XP for it.
     
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    • Why not? Garin could do with more levels, and I did get the impression that he was risking a fight with an annoyed sorceress (constrained by a need to avoid civilian casualties, too!).

    Typo: "a radiant" should either be "radiant" or "a radiant [something] "
     
    Garin is basically the suave handsome spy, the fact he is half-vampire just naturally makes him more attractive and effective on the ladies.
     
    If Waymar is the typical anime harem protag than Garin is that pretty boy as well that all the girls are into but he only has eyes for one person.
     
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    Snowfire said:
    Waymar is nowhere near clueless enough to be a typical harm anime protag.
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    There is a spectrum, Waymar falls into category that he is not clueless but at same time he attracts females he helps out near effortlessly.

    Embra, Tyene, that one other girl I forget name of he avoided getting seduced by by telling stories all night earning him lots of EXP, etc.
     
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