Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
It's not really a riot without the gas, is it?
Time for a kind, peaceful "riot"
"Casseurs" and police false flag plants are optional, but tear gas isn't !
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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- Location
- France
There's a little in the background. And I'm sure we can trust our brave security forces to provide a whole lot more in just a minute!It's not really a riot without the gas, is it?
More seriously, what are you people expecting from this update? It's taking longer than usual to write, which is... worrying. Surprisingly difficult fight, maybe?
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
If they wanted to avoid a fight, they shouldn't have tried to be 'cute' about their disguises.
More likely, some difficult social combat that Viserys handily wins. Again.
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- France
We're getting an interlude though.
And I think that this is really Jeyne, by the way.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
Oh, so it's finally appropriate?
Time for a kind, peaceful "riot"
"Casseurs" and police false flag plants are optional, but tear gas isn't !
Yay!
- Location
- Chicago
My wild, uneducated guess is that one of the background rolls had an unexpected result so he needed to do more to figure out the aftereffects.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Now that's a maximum over-riot.Oh, so it's finally appropriate?
Yay!
- Location
- France
MURICA
The country where local police is allowed to buy tanks (since 2018) and claims to need "anti-landmine countermeasures"
- Location
- Germany
Just let the colonials prepare their civil war in peace. We can point out their failings at our leisure while they are busy dying for their own silliness, just as it is the European way.
*adjusts his monocle*
*takes a sip of fine Sauerkraut tea*
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
*Waits for Western Europe to need to be rescued from Russia again*
*Hopes the sexual tension between France and Germany doesn't erupt into another domestic violence situation*
Interlude in beta.
- Location
- France
*Europe has been spending the last 20 years wooing eastern Europe, so there days we're quite a bit bigger, richer and more populated than Russia. We also have more nukes.
But more importantly: thanks to climate change, Russia may lose its greatest weapon! Long winters!
Either that or become straight-up uninhabitable across half its territory, which works too.
*Giggles as the USA somehow gets into fights with Canada and Mexico, despite being natural allies.
No, what the world needs is Viserys Targaryen! @Snowfire had better deliver an IRL takeover by our favorite benevolent dictator!
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egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
...You're saying that as if it isn't already the case
- Location
- Germany
Short reminder that your entire country is an elaborate way for the French to stick it to the Brits.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
But the punchline of the joke was on Germany.
Interlude CDXXVI: The Realm's Shield
The Realm's Shield
Twenty-Eighth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Lord Brandon Greyshield, born Brandon of Blackgrove, was not in the best of moods, though not from what he had just heard. As he stared into the rune-carved basin, the distant voice of Aryssa still lingered in the air like the sound of silvered bells. The tumbled stones arighted, the wrathful forest spirits set to rest, and the pipers quieted from their mad songs. Jon Bulwer would not be losing woodmen and the men-at-arms sent after them, nor would he suffer the curse the fey had been trying to warn him of... in their own bloody way. Of course Brandon was not certain if anyone would notice if the Lord of Blackcrown was to turn into a giant murderous bull. He was certainly stubborn enough for it. Still, a favor was a favor, and they would be needing all the friends they could get with how the world was turning.
When had it become 'we'? the ice-eyed sorcerer wondered. Not in Oldtown, certainly. Bonds forged in blood would drive you to shed blood in turn, but not chain your fate to another's. Mayhap when they had thrown the sharkmen raiders back into the sea and killed the foul mage at their head even as the thing tried to worm its way into their minds, or perhaps...
Brandon's eyes wandered upwards from the basin to the creature mounted above the now cold fireplace. The thick white fur almost like an ice-bear's still bore a echo of frost, the jaws were fixed in a snarls of impotent rage, the curling horn cutting through the air. The Cold Gods had not been subtle in their rage, nor had the thing been particularly shy about proclaiming the reason it wanted Brandon. Yet none of his friends had even thought to turn aside then, to let the foul thing claim him, the get of broken oaths and tainted blood, and so it was their herald who died, its corpse stuffed to mark the moment.
Danelle had called it macabre, but no one had objected too strongly, understanding perhaps his need to look his defeated foe in the eyes each day, to push away the nightmares with the flesh and blood truth of the dead monster. Unfortunately not all foes would conveniently place themselves in the position of being nailed to a wall. Devils in Highgarden and in Brightwater Keep, both exorcised by the hand of the Dragon and not theirs...
The sorcerer lord felt a shiver going down his spine that had nothing to do with the chilly sea breeze wafting in through the window of the study. If the Tyrells were bargaining from a position of weakness, favors owed from the start, that meant the courts could decide to take a more overt hand in the politics of House Tyrell, or they might choose to abandon a bad bargain.... or they might do nothing at all. Figuring out the baroque threads of fey 'logic' had never been Brandon's strength, and so he let it go.
Worst comes to worst they could all set sail on the Sunset Sea as the Dragon cast its shadow over the land. Danelle could conjure food and water, and his own magic could ward off storms, if one did not mind being freezing cold.
No, Brandon sighed inwardly as he locked the basin away again. Danelle and Garth would never abandon their duties, and much as he hated to admit it neither would he. He owed the people of his domain safety for all the gold they had been handing out, though how precisely he was going to achieve that with the Dragon's shadow looming ever darker overhead and horrors rising out from below what seemed like every other week he didn't know.
A sure sharp knock on the study door interrupted his musings, the identity of the knocker instantly clear. The servants were as likely to dip themselves in lard and run screaming into a bear cave as disturb Brandon at his magic, but young Margaery Tyrell had no trouble doing so. Almost unwillingly the Lord of Greyshield smiled at the sight of her. Sly as she was clever, and ambitious enough to drive a saint to drink, she did have one little seen quality that Brandon greatly prized—the willingness to see the world as it was and not as she would have preferred it to be, to cast off preconceptions and dogma about the nature of magic and of the world. Thus, perhaps ironically given that the presence of a Chosen of the Seven had been one of the main arguments for her fostering, she was growing into almost as much of heathen as Brandon. Danelle was simply content that the girl was happy in her studies.
Of course she hardly looked content now: "What did the queen's herald want with you? Did something happen to father? Is there war?"
Another man might have softened the blow, might have known how to do so, but Brandon knew precious little of children and their ways so he told the truth as best he could, leaving nothing out.
Fear and anger chased each other over her features at the news. "It's too early. I can't marry Prince Viserys. I can't marry anyone without being a joke."
"Do you want to be queen?" the Northerner asked, thinking back to the village of his birth, how narrow and cluttered it had been, how few could remember a fate beyond when their parents lived and what they wished.
"I need to be, for my House, for the whole of the Reach," she replied at once as though she had been rehearsing in front of the mirror.
"Need..." the mage mused turning to the fireplace. "Once I would have said you need flint and steel to light a fire." Slowly he reached out his hand forcing his power to heel, from ice spinning a spark of flame that set the wood alight. "Now I know better."
The girl did not look convinced, but she had been listening. She was always listening.
OOC: Hopefully this little snapshot helps place both the adventuring and political side of the Heroes of Oldtown into perspective. It is by no means a full account of what they have been doing over the past months, but it is representative. Since I know you are going to look for it anyway, the creature in the picture is a Gnoph-Keh.
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- washington
Thank you for the chapter.
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- United States
Last we heard the Westerosi adventurers were between level 11 and 12. Somewhere around there. Maybe 13 if they're stuffing and mounting CR 11 monsters (our Hall of Horrors is better!).
Garth the Green
Chaotic Good
Paladin of Freedom
Level 11-12
Armor: Raiment of the Rainwood
Weapon: ???
Aryssa the Pixie
Unknown Alignment
Scout
Level 11-12
Armor: ???
Weapon: Enchanted Bow
Brandon Nightstark (Otherblood)
Unknown Alignment
Battle Sorcerer/Custom PrC???
Level 11-12
Weapons: Enchanted Obsidian Barrow-Blade
Armor: Enchanted Carapace Armor, Enchanted Boots
Danelle
Unknown Alignment
Cloistered Cleric of the Maiden
Level 11-12
Weapons: ???
Armor: Fey-Forged Mithral Fullplate
Garth the Green
Chaotic Good
Paladin of Freedom
Level 11-12
Armor: Raiment of the Rainwood
Weapon: ???
Aryssa the Pixie
Unknown Alignment
Scout
Level 11-12
Armor: ???
Weapon: Enchanted Bow
Brandon Nightstark (Otherblood)
Unknown Alignment
Battle Sorcerer/Custom PrC???
Level 11-12
Weapons: Enchanted Obsidian Barrow-Blade
Armor: Enchanted Carapace Armor, Enchanted Boots
Danelle
Unknown Alignment
Cloistered Cleric of the Maiden
Level 11-12
Weapons: ???
Armor: Fey-Forged Mithral Fullplate
- Location
- ?????????
So friend or foe... he seems to not like us very much. Any reason why? What level are they now?
- Location
- United States
1. The Old Gods aren't fond of Otherspawn. Rina was a huge exception and her very existence is a middle finger to the Others, so they like her a lot. Brandon they might be iffy on. And even if they liked him, Brandon would probably be weary given all the rumors about us and blood-thirsty trees.
2. We have an annoyingly bad reputation in Westeros.
3. The Tyrells were banking on us taking Margaery as our queen, and we upended those plans.
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
- Location
- Wordcats
He seems wary of us, and with fair reason. I wouldn't call anything in there dislike. Strikes me as a less bound to the Lannisters version of Lanna, actually. We can work with this.
- Location
- Argentina
So they are afraid of us.
They still think that we are going to murder them all, depite the fact that they are competent and fight to defend the people from the millions of otherworldy foes that there are around.
We really need to do more PR campaigns with the proper people.
They still think that we are going to murder them all, depite the fact that they are competent and fight to defend the people from the millions of otherworldy foes that there are around.
We really need to do more PR campaigns with the proper people.
- Location
- United States
@DragonParadox, what's the queen's herald? This would be something Crimson Lotus would have known.
- Location
- Argentina
Did someone hear cawing around here, or was it only me?
- Location
- Philippines
It was all I ever imagined and more.
Glorious advertising, begin! The pale trees. He's an Otherblooded. A descendant of the Night's King, King of the Others.
In relation to that, your question about more weirwoods won't help Bloodraven much. Weirwood is the name of the plant. They're not Level 0 Tier. A Heart Tree is a sanctified weirwood with the effects and Bloodraven can look out from the face carved on it.