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It's more guarding against the possibility rather than being certain there's nothing there to face us.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Send Dany in disguise of that's what your going for.
Archons would probably be unhappy pulled away from the battlefield to d deal with a political ploy. (Also Archons don't like spreading chaos)
Heck maybe summon an Azata.
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If we lay out one of the driving factors of the Faith of the Seven -- the fact that they heavily suppress all magic except magic granted by the Seven -- I'm fairly certain the Archons would support us in saving one of the septons preaching a less insane path, especially considering how direly said magic is needed to defend against the myriad of creatures that prey on the world. We could summon an Azata, but they wouldn't have the rapport we've built up with Yrael and the Archons of Mantarys.
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There's a myth I believe of Norse mythology that in the final days a dog god thing will catch the sun and swallow it.
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Azata: "What is the problem?"
Viserys: "They are restricting the freedom to use magic!"
Azata:
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The Crone: "I'll pick a wise old woman and do the "it's in your self-interest to serve me!" trick, like Azel does! It'll work out great! Her choices will be to serve me or die, and then to keep serving me or watch the world end as the Others take over! And I'll do positive reinforcement with divine blessings!"
The Chosen of the Crone, now: "So I can serve you and fight the winning side and the Others? Yeah... I wonder how big a signing bonus I'll be getting from the Dragon King?"
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As long as your fine taking the chance of them telling people they were sent by us and not the 7 go for it.
They can't lie when asked.
Edit: they're Archons, lying by omission is technically fine, but still lying.
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They weren't going to stick around. The general plan was for them to be seen rescuing the septon, possibly making some kind of proclamation, then leaving once he's freed.
Recruiting her would be hilarious.
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I can see this falling apart in a lot of different way we wouldn't have to deal with if you just sent someone in disguise.
Seriously, honesty and straightforwardness are literally defining characteristics for Archons.
Interlude in beta.
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We can work out the kinks when the time comes. That said, the plan is a lot less meaningful if we send someone in disguise. Half the point is for anyone who happens to witness who actually knows what to look for to realize that it's a legit celestial rather than someone under a ribbon or something.
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Dany can be legit enough that it would take a close view with True Sight to tell the difference.
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I did warn you.
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Sometimes you just have to see it with your own eyes.
I'm now honestly disgusted with the way that Pen and Paper systems are evolving, since this all feels eerily familiar.
Interlude CDVIII: When Hound and Viper Met
When Hound and Viper Met
Twenty-Fifth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"Urgh..." His mouth tasted like shit and his head felt like one of those talking monkeys had been using it for a drum, but Sandor had been here enough times to be able to go through putting on his gambeson and plate even when it felt like the bloody sun was stabbing knives into his eyes. He had a fight this morning, maybe the last fight of his life depending on whether the Red Viper thought one dead Clegane was as good as another and was willing to get the Dragon scowling at him for a few days. He'd do a hell of a lot more than scowl, a small voice in the back of Sandor's mind spoke, in some ways more annoying than the hangover.
He didn't want to think about boy dragons going off to the ass end of the world to plug up a giant hole to hell and then hiring himself an army of bull-men, but all the wine had not been enough to wipe away the story he got out of Scarbrand last night. Bloody awful most of it, like a steaming pile of shit, but it hadn't been horse-shit. The bull-man wouldn't lie sober much less in his bloody cups, so for once the story the singers screeched about had some truth to it, and that made Sandor angrier, an anger that sort of stewed in the corner of his wine-soaked mind for lack of anyone or anything to vent it on.
At least the Red Viper was going to provide that. As the Hound started getting up from the bed he noticed a little glass bottle on the table by the door. Happy for anything to distract him, he picked it up and read the tiny label. It was written out twice, once in what must have been the trade tongue hereabouts and once in Common, in the letters he'd barely picked up as a boy: 'Hangover Cure.'
Scarbrand must have passed it to him last night, or else...
Fuck it, there are easier ways to poison me, Sandor thought as he broke the wax seal and drank it. The stuff tasted like someone had thrown a lady's smelling salts into a pot of tea, and it had a kick like a mule. It kicked the hangover right out of him.
***
When he finally did meet the helmeted form of the Viper across the sands, it was all Sandor could do not to snort and shout: 'How's Sunspear this time of year, Your Highness?' Mystery knights... like there were a lot of Dornishmen who fought with a spear and had the gold to be wearing enough magic to keep half-a-dozen wizards in business.
To Sandor's surprise the bastard bowed, though only a little and keeping his spear tight in hand. What was he supposed to say to that? 'I'm sorry my brother's a murdering raping monster?' In the end he just lowered his head too, not to the bloody Dornishman, but out of some acknowledgement to all the lives Gregor had broken.
The horns mercifully blew a moment later and things got simpler, there was a man in front of him he had to beat to the ground and that was all there was to it. He charged the red haze gathering around the edges of his vision. With a clang of metal he crashed past the point of the spear, the point barely nicking his neck under the line of his helm as he passed, though the sorcery cut deeper than it had any right to for such a small thing. His sword slammed into the Viper's helm hard enough to dent it, but the bastard didn't even flinch.
"You don't care about the prizes, do you, Clegane? No more than I do..." A quick thrust of his spear deflected with one armored shoulder... "So what say we make this interesting?"
"Don't talk about me like you know me!" the scarred warrior shouted, just barely turning another attack that would have slipped between the plates at his elbow.
"The winner gets to kill the Mountain, the loser gets to watch," the Dornishman continued.
"Stop playing fucking games!" the Hound roared, his blows landing like strikes upon a blacksmith's anvil, tearing at the weird silver chain, feeling ribs break beneath. "It's all you lot ever do!"
The Viper slipped aside as quick as his namesake. "I'm not playing," he gasped. "Revenge is like seducing a girl out of her maidenhead. You can only do it once, and if you try to do it together it just ends up a giant mess." As he spoke the last word three more of him popped into being, whirling about until Sandor couldn't tell which was which.
At least they weren't bloody real. Sandor was sure the world would crack open if it hand to bear three cocks as big as this one. Rather than answer, the Hound struck in wide sweeping arcs, not really trying to hit the bastard, just poke all of them so he could tell which one was made of meat and which ones of magic.
Two of the fake images puffed away to nothing and the third time his sword scraped against silver scale, and then they began to move again as the Dornishman's spear darted like lightning across the sky, biting twice into his knee and the third time into his wrist. "I want the best one out of us to fight him so as to make sure he's dead," he said between his thrusts.
That much... that much at least Sandor could see. So it just meant he had to win the fight. He would win the fight. The next time Sandor did not strike for the man he struck for the spear as it came in, twisted it out of his hands and smashed his fingers.
"Fuck!" the Viper cursed as he vanished in a cloudy flash of silver to reappear beside the spear.
Sandor charged, almost pounding the Dornishman into the ground with the weight of steel and muscle, once, twice... three times smashing into his back as he reeled. But rise he did the Red Viper of Dorne, his spear swift and true beneath Sandor's plate, cutting into his flesh, piercing... damn, that was a lung. Every breath was labored like fire in his chest. Blood welled into his mouth.
Fingers clenched around his borrowed sword...
Bone creaked...
Breath hissed in pain...
And with the last of his strength the warrior brought his sword down in a overhand arc, smashing aside the spear even as he tried to slip away. The Red Viper's knees buckled. "At least tell me how it goes."
"Sure, I'll tell you." Even through the burning in his chest Sandor Clegane felt like he had never breathed easier in his life.
OOC: It's not actually the correct formula to call anyone but the ruling Prince or Princess of Dorne "Your Highness," but Sandor isn't exactly an etiquette expert. Also Sandor was at 4 HP at the end there. He definitely would not have won if he had drunk alone and thus not had the Alchemist's Kindness.
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@DragonParadox, easily my favorite fight of the Grand Tourney. 
Is now a good chance to go down and recruit Sandor?
Is now a good chance to go down and recruit Sandor?
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Mass Effect 1(
). Mass Effect 2( ). Mass Effect 3 (??? - just 2nd hand info. The end seems memorable).
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Aha! Sandor the scientist has just cracked the mystery of Oberyn's inability to have sons!
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Sandor has dibs on killing Gregor, but I call the corpse for us!
@DragonParadox, easily my favorite fight of the Grand Tourney.
Is now a good chance to go down and recruit Sandor?
As good a chance as you are ever going to get.
Speaking of that I need a vote on what to do next.
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The biggest problem with it is that it is a reaction to the popularity of things like Critical Role. The web series games had/have huge viewerships of people who didn't play the game at the time. In my opinion 5e is an obvious attempt to pull in a bunch of newbies with a vastly simplified system that makes it easier to jump in as either a player or DM.
The big problem is that it alienated large groups of veterans who loved the complexity and history of D&D. My bet is that they figured those folks would end up continuing in 3.5 or pathfinder anyway... Who knows.