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

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Artemis1992 said:
Have you looked at the Pathfinder Martial Arts?

Broken Blade, Thrashing Dragon, Veiled Moon, Shattered Mirror and Riven Hourglass look like fun for the mystical monk.
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Oh Broken Blade is the shit
But I thought you guys already knew about those
If they don't then have them here
Path of War – d20PFSRD
Duesal said:
Kensai, ninjas, monks of all stripes, and a bunch of neat Far East monsters both as minions and trophies.

Honestly I'm mainly after buying all their libraries.
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Ninja?
I can find something like that
What kind?
 
On the matter of the Maidens chosen having issues with Lucan, I'm pretty sure that she is simply aware that Lucan is steering his faction on a course that can't end in anything except a direct confrontation with us. And everyone knows how the last Faith Militant vs Targ match went.

Then you have Viserys reputation. No, not the Demon servant rumours, but his factual reputation. We got fanatically loyal minions too and they are not Seven worshippers. Barely anyone in the Legion or Inquisition would have any hang-ups about purging Septons, Silent Sisters and their minions. And Viserys isn't known for being squeamish or hesitating to deal permanently with traitors and troublemakers.

Her worries are most likely that Lucan might piss us off enough to take drastic measures against him. She is the champion of compassion among other things, so she is obviously not thrilled to see Lucan talking people into marching off a cliff with him.
 
By the way, looking for monk-stuff I found something different: Sanguine Angel – d20PFSRD

This is basically what a mortal training to fight like an Erinyes would look like.
I'm not sure if that's worth it, but if one of our Furies ever takes on a personal student this seems like a likely result.
 
 
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Part MMDCLXXII: New Friends, Old Foes
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    • New Friends, Old Foes​

    Twenty-Third Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC

    "Then be welcome in my service, if you would enter it," you say simply, opting for deeds over words to prove your good will.

    The two Westerosi, knight and former squire, kneel in recognition while Ting makes a deep bow whispering something in his native tongue. A moment later Ceria curtsies, though her eyes are more on her companions than you. She might want things from you, but she does not trust you. No matter, that will come in time. You have worn down animosities far more fierce than general suspicion of the powerful.

    Firstly you offer them enough coin to set themselves up in a modest manor near the university district, or separate flats if they don't want to share a roof, besides the far more time-consuming and costly process of equipping them with works of magic fit for their skills. At that the sorceress' eyes light up with that particular sort of greed shared by those who have had to make do with too little support of any sort against long odds, a feeling you remember all too well from your days in Braavos. Now has come a time for you to sit where Ferrego Antaryon once did, and you aim to make a better job of it.

    Lost 3,000 IM

    Of Denys you ask that he aid in the completion of courses in alchemy for the Scholarum while Ser Criston is to work in teaching the more martially-inclined Inquisition agents how to deal with mages, something he has shown himself to be quite adept in by besting Thoros in the melee.

    By the time you turn to Ceria she has obviously made up her mind about what you were going to ask of her... and is thus all the more surprised when all you ask is that she share her knowledge with the library and in return will receive full library access, at least to those tomes you do not keep locked and hidden away. She is clever enough to figure out the lack in a few weeks and ambitious enough to wish to remedy it. Unless you are very much mistaken that will be enough to tempt her into taking up an inquisitor's badge, if her carefully-hidden sense of justice does not do it first. One does not take the sorts of risks she did in Dorne for purely mercenary reasons without a far firmer prospect of getting paid.

    At last you move on to Ting with a question that has the gift of shattering his serenity: "Will you teach others?"

    For a long moment he struggles with some inner demon, eyes looking upon some distant scene in a memory. Made curious about the last time the easterner had said something in his own tongue, this time you are ready to hear and understand his words: "There is much to be earned in teaching..." In the trade tongue he continues. "I will teach any who seek to learn if that is what you will have, though I must warn you that those merely seeking to learn how to down giants will likely leave unsatisfied."

    "So it is with all skills worth knowing," you nod in understanding, thinking of all the stories Teana told you of would-be mages turning away discouraged when they were told that they were unlikely to ever be able to turn into a dragon.

    ***​

    After the audiences are done you invite the four odd friends to join you, Lya, Waymar, Tyene, and your mother for dinner, to speak of their triumphs and tribulations. Your mother takes the chance to make another step towards revealing herself to the world. Thankfully your guests are polite enough to swallow their shock and address her as they would under any other circumstances, though you rather suspect the implications are not lost on Denys. He too had lost a parent to the war.

    In spite of such heavy thoughts, however, the conversation is dominated by recounting tales of mysteries and battles past, of vanquished foes and allies in unexpected places. It is thus that you discover that there is such a thing as an honest Gold Cloak, to your mind a far more unlikely occurrence than the filth fey nesting in Flea Bottom before Denys and his company had dealt with them. The tale of your days in Braavos, absent of any mention of a particular dockside conman of course, go over well, creating about as relaxed an atmosphere as one may expect under the circumstances.

    Then Dany and Ser Richard arrive from Fell Keep with news that requires your immediate and private attention, and much of your good cheer melts away to anger.

    In some ways things had gone well—Timos 'Siveraxe' Fell was now your man after Dany done away with his chronic back pain, though you suspect Ser Richard will never quite see eye-to-eye with his uncle, but that is a small quarrel indeed beside what else they had found. A septon of a most militant bent had persuaded Lucinda Lonmouth that her son was dead and that some fiend was wearing his face as part of what you can only imagine to be a plot against you. Dany suspects that this had been part of some greater covert plan. Perhaps it is, but you distrust how easy it is to blame Lucan and his fanatics, how firm the trail is.

    ***

    Thrice-coiled Worms lie around a throat unknowing
    The Blind leading the Blind upon the path of ruin
    With gold-and-crimson thread is the plotter sowing
    Seek out the pale lips that utter the lie within    ​

    Dany's mouth twists into a grimace, and not from the bitter smoke of prophecy: "I do wish they would speak in plain Valyrian for once," she sighs.

    "Fortunately not even we have so many foes that communing more directly with the spirits will now allow us to mark the innocent from the guilty," you reply, helping her to her feet that you may seek answers from Yss.

    What the ancient serpent reveals is far more tangled than you had expected. The priest who had spoken to Lucinda had indeed been a member of the would-be Faith Militant come again and in the pay of the Lannisters, but his main instructions had come from dreams with a far more sinister purpose, things of the cold crushing depths.

    "The Deep Ones have broken the truce," Dany says coldly, anger as clear in her voice as it is in your thoughts.

    Grudgingly you point out that lady Lonmouth had not been under your protection when the plot had begun, and she never had the chance to be used against you directly. Still, you will mark this well for the day of reckoning will come.

    What do you do next?

    [] Speak with Horas Redwyne

    [] Seek out a connection to the mysterious Gith
    -[] Write in where and how

    [] Write in

    OOC: @Tomcost you were right, it was not just Lucan but neither was it devils. It has been a while since you guys hit a Deep One plot but rest assured they are still out there.
     
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    • Oh shit.

    Is it about to be open season on Deep Ones?

    Just in time for so many of our weapon projects to begin coming to fruition, too. :drevil:
     
    Okay. So the guy was a member of Lucans merry band of maniacs, receiving orders from the fuck-up of the West and got his dreams hijacked by the squids.

    ...

    I'm not sure if our enemies are just beginning to pile up at our doorstep by accident or if they are actually starting to ally.
     
    @DragonParadox if I'm not mistaken we have an office in Armun Kelisk now with an interplanar brazier, right? We know from previous discussions that there are ships that pass from there to the strongholds of the Githzerai on a regular basis. Could we just write them a letter and have it sent that way?
     
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