Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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- USA
Shrug. Ask DP.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Shrug. Ask DP.
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- Germany
I think you underestimate what Dany can become.
If she really wants to dream a Mercury Half Dragon baby into existance, do you think reality could stop her, particularly after gaining some Mythic juice?
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- Here and there
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- He/Him
Is this where we're at?
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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- Wordcats
Not the same metaphysical process. Dany is a mortal become a native outsider. They're outsiders becoming another type of outsider. Their energy structure is set up in a way where a metaphysical bond to something bigger than them is necessary/normal. Dany's is not.
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- Here and there
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- He/Him
This thing then?
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- Germany
I doubt he has contact to his superiors.
As far as we can tell he has summoned some of his kin from through the planes, but he doesn't have any real contact with Celestia, or we'd be knowing what's going on up there.
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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- Wordcats
Yes and no. They're the result of a process involving mortal souls that turns them into something else. A process that binds them the power of the Plane on which they're created. The difference isn't complicated.
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egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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- Russia
That's one of the minor actions I wrote up for the next month, mind you.
I update the list for the current month while keeping the ideas for the next one there as well, under the "Done this month"-section.
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- florida
They would know what's going on, we just havent asked.
Also they were summoned from somewhere. Archons keep track of that shit.
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- Perfidious Albion
[X] egoo
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- Germany
Of course we would have.
We have been speculating about the state of the Upper Planes forever now, using the scraps we are getting from long ago, like the Coatl's story, to piece things together.
It would be incredibly stupid if we had guys summoned who were there recently and could just tell us.
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- florida
But they were just there.
In heaven.
I am pretty sure... Well whatever, screw it.
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I didn't recognize you Artemis jc that is alarming.
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- Germany
Right now it's the saner theory to assume that they were somewhere else, than to assume that Yrael has a report on the current state of heavens and orders from his former superiors and just never told us.
That would be crazy, negligent and plain weird. He should have send us a report or told us on any of the several occasions we met after he started summoning other archons.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Yrael told us that he did not know, and our Sense Motive was high enough to tell he was actually legitimately distressed over not having any clue what happened to the Upper Planes.
So I'm going to guess that the Archons he was summoning were scattered elsewhere out in the Planes. And that they certainly weren't organized until Yrael recruited them.
So I'm going to guess that the Archons he was summoning were scattered elsewhere out in the Planes. And that they certainly weren't organized until Yrael recruited them.
Interlude in beta.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
It's faceless syndrome. Most of us have had our avatars for years, so they've become our unofficial faces on this forum. Changing it is like meeting someone who's face, age, race, and even species has completely and totally altered.
Except during Christmas time when all we do is put on a hat.
Signs point to whatever sundered the Plane of Balance from everywhere else probably threw the whole dimensional alignment out of whack, which means the folks stationed here and possibly even on the other planes have no idea what the fuck is going on in HQ.
With any luck they'll be able to make contact eventually. Preferably letting us know they can before they do so.
Last thing we need around here is Lawful Good busybodies tossing around nukes willy nilly. They should be aimed at our enemies before they're tossed.
Edit: Vote
[X] Mage Fight: Sealord Edition
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Interlude CDXVI: A Fortunate Wager
A Fortunate Wager
Twenty-Sixth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Ferrego Antaryon, Sealord of Braavos, was not generally speaking interested in contests of martial skill. One brief attempt to stow away on a corsair galley in his youth ending in embarrassing failure had put paid to any notion that he might one day perform such feats, leaving him to assess them the same way he did any other craft for which he was not personally skilled. He weighed the character and motivations of his warriors and then let them show their worth without his looming presence. Yet this was not an ordinary duel... as evidenced by the fact that it was taking place some thirteen-hundred leagues away in Sorcerer's Deep while he, alongside a cheering crowd of thousands, was watching it unfold in an enchanted mirror.
"What do you think?" he asked his First Sword, softly but not in a whisper, for nothing ruined a disguise like a whisper at the wrong time.
"You want me to judge which kind of wizard can best win a fight?" Syrio snorted. "I'm too old to learn this nonsense."
"What does that make me, then, being nine years your elder? Decrepit?" Ferrego asked in jest.
"'Twas not I who said the word," the bravo replied, a smile deepening the laugh lines around his eyes slightly. Then more thoughtfully: "Have you ever wondered what the world would be like if the more, ah... excitable of our fellows had their way and the Dragon had never left to carve out his own kingdom?"
"There still would have come a time for the boy to depart. Ambition such as his will not be long contained to a single city, particularly not one he had no desire to see conquered," the lord replied as the enchanted mirror showed two mages slowly approach the center of the arena.
"Boy," the warrior shook his head. "You are the only one I have heard call him that besides fools who hide their fear behind insults."
The Sealord chuckled softly. "Well, I certainly do not mean it that way after all he has done for the city, the bank, and the fortunes of House Antaryon. Call it force of habit and a reminder that there is a man behind the growing legend, a very young man bearing the expectations of... a great many people, too many perhaps for his own peace of mind."
"You worry?" It was barely a question.
"I always worry about things that hang upon a single pivot. I worry that one of those horrors he faces will be the end of him and his dream will shatter around him," Ferrego Antaryon sighed. These were not fears he admitted lightly, but if there was one man in all of Braavos for a Sealord to trust it was his First Sword.
"The woman is not wearing that mask because she thinks it is impressive, you know," Syrio pointed out. "That is one of his Inquisitors, trained in sorcery the same way one might train a shipwright. Tested in battle, too, I would say. I doubt such people will vanish off the face of the earth should the worst happen, not to mention his... what do they call them, the 'Companions'. They would not surrender the fight."
"No, that they would not," the Sealord chuckled. "Do you recall the first time I met princess Daenerys?"
"How could I possibly forget the time a six-year-old threatened to kill you as a rhetorical gambit?" the First Sword replied. In a slightly scolding tone he added, "You might have taken that for a hint. It would have spared us all much grief if we did not trust that the same strategies that worked against common arms would work against sorcery."
Ferrego would have liked to tell him to stop brooding over the time he had almost been too late passing through the hidden door, but he knew Syrio never could. The same perfectionism that had earned him the position of First Sword made him resent near failures as others might disasters. Instead he turned his attention fully to the enchanted glass, for there was certainly much to see there.
The Stone-Skinned sorcerer rushed forward, flinging a gout of poisonous green liquid from one hand right into the face of the masked one... or had she ducked aside? Ferrego's eyes ached from looking at her in that moment as they did after a long night in his solar, as for a moment he saw two images instead of one.
She had managed to roll aside, but she was still terribly wounded, sprayed with vitriol he realized from the way it had chewed through her cloak and the flesh beneath, leaving bloody marks. Somehow the woman managed to speak her own spell, though, the words cold and sharp as daggers in the night.
Had the woman twisted fate? Ferrego wondered. She could not be giving it much of her attention, for she did perhaps the most unlikely thing for one so sorely wounded—running straight at her foe, her right hand alight with a cold blue radiance. With a single touch she seemed to freeze him in place as the very stone he so resembled.
Ferrego Antaryon was not a man easily impressed, but the sight of the woman in the raven mask staying on her feet by sheer stubbornness while the healers worked to mend her wounds was one that would stay with him.
OOC: The Sealord does not much believe in messianic figures—he is an institutionalist—so seeing an Inquisitor fight so skillfully goes a long way to adding to the sense that the empire is something solid and long lasting. Also about the fight... Mia was at precisely 1 HP throughout practically all of it after taking an Empowered Acid Spit to the face (Kerad has feats that let him cast that as lvl 3) and only making her save thanks to Alter Fortune. So sickened by repeated Alter Fortune uses and still at 1 HP she decided to charge and Shivering Touch. That finally won her the fight.
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- Germany
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- florida
Here we go, this is what gave me the impression he pulled some peeps from paradise @Duesal @Artemis1992 .
They were just worried about people using them as attack avenues. Again.
Oops, for some reason I though the second use made one sickened and the third nauseated.
Edits incoming.
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- France
So shivering touch is massively broken. News at 11 I guess, but still!
Did you just ruin this whole interlude's introspective vein by making the Inquisitor lose?