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

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Deliste said:
@DragonParadox Is it possible we could have a Forest's Sense effect worked into the Dawn Tree for a Fisher King effect on Sorcerer's Deep?
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Bloodraven can do that anyway, no need for Viserys to do it.

And besides we already talked about options to see through pictures or coins and decided that total sight by Viserys himself is not that useful.
We have minions to be our eyes and if we really want to see something we have powerful divination. No point in wasting our attention.
 
[X] Don't approach them.
-[X] Have the House of Mirrors prod their story more.
 
Glyra and the Paladin of Tyranny Erinyes are done. The fight will be for the update after the next though.

For now vote closed.
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Apr 2, 2019 at 5:39 AM, finished with 141 posts and 10 votes.
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Part MMDCCXX: The Mind's Depths
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    • The Mind's Depths​

    Twenty-Eighth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC

    The inquisitorial agent tasked with watching Ser Roger and his unexpected companion is rather ill at ease to see how high his report had gone, but he quickly subsumes his nervousness into a rigid discipline that bespeaks of some manner of military experience before joining the Inquisition, perhaps a scout given the fact that he had chosen to hide in the bushes opposite the tavern rather than blend into the crowded streets.

    "There's been no sign of obvious messengers going in or out and no sign of magic other than the woman having a simple ward against compulsion. I wouldn't have known exactly what sort of magic it was myself, but Telyn, who's Scholarum trained, said so. Other than that about the strangest thing about the two of them is that they didn't pay in coin..."

    "Being Westerosi, I do not imagine they would welcome our new-forged dragons," you note.

    "No, Your Grace," the man shakes his head. "I mean they don't pay in coins at all, just bits of silver. The innkeeper has a set of scales where he measures them up from the old days. He's probably one of the last ones in town who bothers, though. Stingy bastard, but he doesn't ask questions if you know what I mean..."

    "How deep in the mire is he?" you ask, then realizing the agent did not understand the Braavosi expression you explain: "How illegal are his dealings?"

    "Maybe a bit of smuggling if you shake him down proper like, but he mostly gives thugs and lowlifes a place to meet where they are sure the beer won't be poisoned," the man replies.

    Not precisely a good sign, but not damning in and of itself. With a nod of thanks to the agent, you will your features and garb to change so as not to send half the common room running in a panic when you enter and cross the street to the 'Leaking Barrel'.

    ***​

    Jeyne looks much better than when you had last seen her a year ago, the shadows under her eyes faded, her gaze alert and sharp as she talks amiably with some of the locals, fishing for tales or rumors you soon realize, about the Scholarum, the Heart Trees and the tithe of blood paid to them... and lastly about the Inquisition. Seeing as she has so many questions no reason not to give her an answer yourself.

    "Did you take my advice?" you ask, just loud enough to cut across the faint din of the taproom.

    The Westerlander mage glances back first with confusion, then in dawning understanding. There is fear there but not terror. Her eyes do not dart for the door at once, rather she swallows and speaks: "I... At first I did, but I was curious. No, it was more than that. The missing time gnawed at me like a dull ache. I did not know what I had done or what had been done to me. I did not know if he would come for me, if I had been sent off to be a pawn in some greater scheme. I have family in Lannisport. I didn't want them to get hurt, so I walked back, staying away from the gentry, staying away from the Lannisters when the time came, too. I..." Again she takes a deep calming breath, giving you a chance to interject.

    "Perhaps this is something to be discussed in a less public venue." Half the taproom probably sold secrets on the side, and not just to the Inquisition.

    "Yes, yes of course," she says, rising from her seat. Before she can take a single step, however, a loud voice rings out across the taproom.

    "You there, what the fuck are you doing and who are you?" Turning, you see Ser Roger looking like he was considering the merits of a bar fight, worried at seeing his companion distressed.

    "We are having a conversation, Ser. As to who I am that will have to wait for when there are fewer ears about, though you are certainly welcome to come along," you reply, ignoring the profanity.

    "It's alright, Roger, the answers have come to us it seems," the sorceress sighs.

    Once all three of you are behind the somewhat flimsy but barred door of the mage's room she goes on with her tale turned dark and strange. As she had been riding in a farmer's cart along the Ocean Road near Crakehall, a strange mist had risen from the sea, and with it had come misshapen hulking figures reaching out. They had not been expecting Jeyne to be a mage... and she had not been expecting the tentacled horror in their wake. The Deep One had captured her, but rather than being devoured like the unfortunate driver and his horses, the thing had sensed the gap in her memories. It had pieced them back together in flash of excruciating pain.

    "I might have used magic, I don't remember," the sorceress continues slowly. "But the next thing I remember is Ser Reyne pushing the corpse of the thing off me the next morning. Since that day my magic has changed..." Her hands begins to move, then she quickly adds: "I'm going to do something, but it's not directed against you."

    "Of course," you say, intrigued, but also wary. Illithids do not just drop dead when faced with minor magics, but you can hear no deception in her voice, and no matter how deeply you look there is no magic upon her save the talisman to prevent compulsion.

    Jeyne motions to the small table against the wall, and the object comes jerkily alive not by the power of magic arcane or divine, but at the call of her mind unfettered.

    "With my memory restored I was certain I did not want to go back to Lannisport, so I accompanied with Ser Reyne for a time, playing the wandering sorceress to his wandering knight. The smallfolk treated me with suspicion, but not near so much as those who knew enough of magic to guess what they most seemed like, so I decided... Well, to take you upon that offer if it still stands, Your Grace."

    What do you reply?

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    OOC: Yes, she is using psionics which humans generally can't, though those sufficiently touched by the Far Realm like Baella can. Something is definitely odd.
     
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    • We are definitely getting her as a Scholarum teacher. And doing some research on how Baella and Jeyne got access to psionics. Maybe there's a template we could apply to people !

    Psionics are quite good.
     
    Well, that's a thing. Y'all think this is another Ser Erren situation and the Illithids are just more competent at this sort of thing than the Reach Devils?
     
    We are of course abusing Mind Probe and Divination to check she isn't under something like Programmed Amnesia or that spell we cast on Ser Boros.
     
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