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You are a fun-nazi.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Yes. It's important to have an expert opinion on important topics such as this.Says the German
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When we set up the Fey Forge I want to try to make actual fey, too.
My end goal is working our way up to being able to make our own Leanan Sidhe. If we can't manage that there are still dozens of other minions to be made.
My end goal is working our way up to being able to make our own Leanan Sidhe. If we can't manage that there are still dozens of other minions to be made.
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Is suspect any Mythic power has to be earned, not given.
At least for the permanent version, there's a spell to give temporary mythic ranks.
Ascension – d20PFSRD
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IIRC, "the God/spirit gives you a boon" is a fairly common thing for gaining MR.
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Mortal Heralds – d20PFSRD
Yes but no.
Making Mythic mortals is a serious investment that harms the gods if they loose it:
Not something we want to do when playing around with the idea, of making super-fey, I think?
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In that case I want to loot a Leanan Sidhe.
S/he would have to perform some pretty complex magical acts, so not being able to move would not be a problem, not being able to think would.
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Could also be half dragons, depending how far it goes.
There was also a race of winged dtaconic humanoids I sent to DP like, years ago, when we unlocked Alter Self. He said they were "Valyri loot". Could be those.
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Oh... you meant running as in administrating the forge. I thought you meant we need a Fey battery...
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Yeah, I will not support attacking before we tall to the queen.
Interlude in beta.
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And this right here is why I have zero interest in sharing the whole plan ahead of time. It would just get picked apart at every detail again.I'm certain that declaring war on the Fae of the Reach without anything close to sufficient groundwork can't possibly go wrong. I mean, it's not as if we have any major supernatural enemies at the moment, right?
...right?
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Speaking of which, you're all about to let the Frenchy decide which interlude you get. You might want to do something about that
One vote for the meat pun please!
I expect some mighty fine steaks!
Interlude CDXXI: Hand in Hand
Hand in Hand
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
As Anya took up her cloak and affixed her mask, she faintly wondered what she would even do with her prize if she won the day's fight, or even if she lost it. After months in the Inquisition she had gotten used to handling magical treasures and wielding a sword of Valyrian Steel, the likes of which she would have once said belonged only in tales, but she never thought of those things as hers really, they were just part of the job, something necessary to keep her alive and doing the King's work when facing things far worse than cutpurses and thugs. Just the dagger would probably be worth twenty times more than the whole village she had grown up in as a child.
On the streets of Gulltown she had seen gold and jewels flashing wherever some highborn thought to walk on the poorer side of town on a lark or in search of a brothel, but it had never been real, as far beyond her reach as shapes imagined in the clouds. Now she suddenly found herself flying, and the only question was: How high can I go?
***
"Nervous?" she asked her friend softly as they descended the steps leading to the Circle of Battle's inner chamber.
"Enough that I'm glad for the mask," she breathed back. "All the other fights I could say I was representing the Inquisition, but seeing as were both Inquisitors..."
"We are in it for ourselves," Anya replied. Silence fell for a moment, then hesitantly she asked: "I hope you won't take take it ill if I come out on top?" It was a lot of money at stake. She had seen friendships break for a hundredth the sum or less.
Mia stopped and turned to her: "You think I'd value money more than I do you? A great big sack of money didn't pull me out of the way when that son of a bitch back in Flea Bottom tried to trim my head off my shoulders, and it certainly isn't going to be much help when there's traitors, rogue mages and worse trying to do me in. To hell with money, there's a lot more of it where it came from," she said, voice low but fierce.
"Thank you, that means a lot," Anya replied. "I feel the same way. I'm not even sure what I'd do with two-hundred-and-fifty Marks never mind fifteen-hundred."
"Well, you could always buy that dress..." Mia began teasingly.
"No," Anya said, instantly falling into a familiar rhythm.
***
So it was with a smile beneath her steel mask that Anya of Sorcerer's Deep faced her colleague, her friend across the sands. It was without regret or hesitation that she called vines to burst from the sands to trip her, charged sword in hand... and almost got tangled in invisible webs Mia had conjured even flat on her belly. Sneaky, but not sneaky enough.
Reaching down with her left hand, Anya grasped her friend's wrist before she could slip away and willed upon her wrists manacles of steel, not the most original strategy to be sure but she didn't have the magic to pull a new trick from her sleeves every fight.
A moment later, just as Anya was spinning off a luminous echo of her sword, the steel vanished with a puff of smoke under Mia's gaze. The false weapon cut deep into her shoulder as she got to her feet, narrowly avoiding a blow from Anya's true sword by dint of arcane wardings. Her next spell died on her lips, but Anya knew she had to end this fast before she had some beast pecking at her back. She struck fast and true, aiming for the same shoulder.
The blow connected with a heavy thunk into the upper arm and a strangled cry of pain that would probably have stopped Anya instantly had she not been training for months with healing available, had she not trusted that pain and injury could be wiped away with a word in this new world.
As the words of Mia's magic turned cold, cutting as the northern wind, and her hand began to glow cold white, Anya knew she had to dive aside as surely as if it were a poisoned dagger. She could still feel the chill rush of air against her cheek as she swung round again, only for Mia to vanish with a pop of displaced air and barely a graze this time.
A roiling sickly miasma like the inside of an open grave washed over her from behind. Well fuck...
Anya managed to dodge the first lightning dart... but not the next five. Swaying on her feet, sparks dancing in her eyes, she managed to get her roiling stomach back under control for one last swing, hitting hard beneath the floating rib and knocking the wind out of Mia. But she had enough breath for one last spell.
Bolts of light flew from her fingers and Anya collapsed.
***
The world floated back into being, and the face of a somewhat disapproving healer coming into view. They never liked it when the fights went on until someone dropped, unlike the crowds who loved it.
Anya took Mia's hand without a moment of hesitation, rising to her feet to give a bow to the crowd before leaving the Circle of Battle together.
OOC: With the sorts of sums the thread deals with on a daily basis I thought it would be interesting to show how Mia and especially Anya would view a 1,500 IM prize, the concerns she would have over the fight and its resolution.
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For me that there is in fact a plan is good enough to hear.
Also this is sufficient velocity. It's what we consider fun here
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