A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Not that I can remember, though I might have missed something.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Well that makes this easy then.
To be fair the only thing I remember about the thing is the fact that it's basically a walking bomb primed to take out basically everyone in the small council when we set it off.
Either way we should touch base with Bloodraven before we start setting off our little schism bombs, get all our ducks in a row and all that.
[X] egoo
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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Yep, we did. Just went back and checked.
Here's the vote that did it: A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover | Page 11037
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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It has been a while...To be honest, I would be more worried if you'd posted the crossed out section. We'd need to check for a leak in the simulation
Congrats man.
The full-time job thing is new, though.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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...So we had a way to talk with Bloosdraven all this time, if via proxy?
Well, damn.
I still prefer going there and doing it in person, of course.
Less problems with the simulacrum not carrying Mind Blank constantly.
OK then, that's another option for you though it would not be quite as safe as the grove
Anyway good night guys see you tomorrow with the final preparations for the Conclave.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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- Formerly of the Far Realm
Actually, the Simulacrum is protected by Varys' old Mind Blank ring, so the communication between us, it, and Bloodraven should be perfectly safe.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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- Russia
It is the ring that was forged by Mammon's servants, and Bloodraven said that the simulacrum wouldn't be wearing it contantly as a safety measure, if I'm not wrong?
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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Pretty sure we were were about that and Bloodraven cleared it as safe to wear, but not something he wanted to be seen wearing. IIRC, of course.It is the ring that was forged by Mammon's servants, and Bloodraven said that the simulacrum wouldn't be wearing it contantly as a safety measure, if I'm not wrong?
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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- Formerly of the Far Realm
[X] Plan Bloodraven Download
-[X] Remain in Oldtown
--[X] Speak with Bloodraven Telepathically using the Varys Simulacrum as a go-between in order to learn what he knows of the High Septon and any other power players among the Faith, especially those expected to attend the Conclave.
--[X] Speak at Septon Kyle's gathering as Dywen.
---[X] Preach against fear in all its forms; fear of the unknown, of those who are different, of those who possess magic, and of simple change. Focus on hope for the future and the positive effects a society unburdened by the unreasonable fears which can turn good men into tyrants, faithful men into sinners, and charitable men into misers.
-[X] Remain in Oldtown
--[X] Speak with Bloodraven Telepathically using the Varys Simulacrum as a go-between in order to learn what he knows of the High Septon and any other power players among the Faith, especially those expected to attend the Conclave.
--[X] Speak at Septon Kyle's gathering as Dywen.
---[X] Preach against fear in all its forms; fear of the unknown, of those who are different, of those who possess magic, and of simple change. Focus on hope for the future and the positive effects a society unburdened by the unreasonable fears which can turn good men into tyrants, faithful men into sinners, and charitable men into misers.
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[X] Goldfish
While we have more questions for our uncle right now our full focus should be on the conclave. The only thing left other than the conclave is the citadel infiltration which we can do after the conclave.
While we have more questions for our uncle right now our full focus should be on the conclave. The only thing left other than the conclave is the citadel infiltration which we can do after the conclave.
enigma1995
Gentleman Beholder
[X] Goldfish
Horde Thief Chapter LII
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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Arriving back in Chicago a few minutes later, you're met by an almost immediate phone call which you choose to take outside of Ser Harry's home whilst he sees to the Archive, Ivy's, comfort. She and her bodyguard head indoors without complain, highlighting again the strange familiarity of the two. Kincaid moves with a nearly feline grace, putting you in mind of Mereth and her sisters, yet that you expect. Ivy…Harry explained a little of what she is, but the utter surety in her manner makes for an almost painful reminder of you sister. And, just like Dany, she knows far more than anyone who didn't know her would think. Questions for later, you tell yourself, directing your attention back to the phone at your ear.
"…he's willing to meet with you this afternoon to discuss the nature of your contract," John tells you. "Accorded neutral territory, three o'clock. If you're not there by quarter past, he won't linger." His tone makes it clear that this is Marcone passing his own knowledge of how his contact does business on.
You stop yourself from nodding, still a bad habit you're trying to break with cell phones. "And Lady Raith?" Your actions against the Fomor had acquired a considerable balance of credit with the White Court's true ruler, and you'd instructed John to be generous in the amount you'd be willing to write off.
"Two strike teams," he says, his tone clipped, "and any support in the mortal world as you might require it in the strike zone, wherever it is." You haven't told him. The Denarians are the main reason that Harry agreed to your offer of warding against divination in your first real conversation about yourself, and you can't risk them realising that you know. At least the next place on your list to visit should be secure, though you'll want to watch your step. You're already considering a possible safety measure you'll offer to him and Harry, for the children in the line of fire that they each care about.
"Thank you, John," the indrawn breath makes it clear he wants to ask, but you know him well enough now to know he won't, either. You want to tell him, but it's too dangerous over the phone. "We'll need to talk tonight," you say instead.
"I'll keep my schedule open." You exchange farewells and hang up just as Harry starts to make his way down the paved path to the street. You turn off your phone before he exits the wards, and nod towards his car.
"You sure you're ok not taking that? From what you've said, the question will come up," Harry follows you gaze, then shakes his head.
"No time, Viserys," he says levelly. "Even if the Council is going to need a day to get everything ready, we can move faster thanks to you." He places a hand on your shoulder, and you will the veil of a minor glamour into being around you as he does so, ensuring that passers-by won't be troubled by your sudden disappearance or appearance. You speak that familiar word in High Valyrian, and the world blurs before reforming into another street in front of a white picket fence.
Harry looks up at the place as you look around before dismissing the glamour again. The look on his face is…complex, but the biggest parts of the mix are trepidation and guilt. He doesn't want to take one his oldest friends into danger again, not when he holds himself responsible for his injuries. And yet he knows he has to let you make the offer. With all the Denarians on the field against you, a more fitting fight for the Swords of the Cross was impossible for Harry to describe. But there was only one person he would trust to wield the Sword that had been entrusted to him. Which was what brought you here.
It strikes you in that moment, as Harry opens the gate and walks up to the house, leaving you there alone for now, the harsh differences between the capabilities of this realm's mages and your own. Harry and those like him can wield incredible power, but it's terribly limited in some ways compared to what you can do. Your own capabilities lie more in the realms of a Power; emerging victorious over a High Noble of the Fomor had certainly cemented your position in that regard. Yet what you're offering now is apparently just as impressive, if not more so.
"Harry," the deep voice of the man you've come to see brings your head around, breaking you're your thoughts. He's a tall man, as tall as Harry, with smile lines to match those brought by age or pain. His voice is initially jovial, but it drains into steady seriousness as he recognises the expression on his friend's face. "What is it? And who is your friend?"
"Not out here, Michael," Harry shakes his head. "May we come in?" The older man's grey eyes focus on you, and you give a small nod of greeting, but say nothing. Given the protections around the place, Harry had thought it better to get an invitation before you stepped onto the property.
"Of course," Michael gives you both a small smile, and you step through the gate, feeling something prickle against your skin for a moment as you do so. It fades swiftly, but you can tell that something is aware of your presence…and watching. You almost miss the statement that follows from your host. "I was wondering if you'd be coming around, actually."
"What do you mean?" Harry starts to ask, but only gets the first few words out before he's cut off by another tall, but dark skinned, man appearing at the door, carrying a heavy gym bag over one shoulder.
"Harry!" The greeting is deeply accented, like nothing you've heard before, but there are so many nations and accents to this world that it's hard to keep track of them all. "It is good to see you again, my friend." There's something beneath the outward demeanour of the man, his own appearance suspiciously similar to Harry's description of…
"Sanya." Harry nods ruefully. "Let me guess, on your way somewhere?"
"It is good work," Sanya replies with a grin of his own, though there's strain hiding beneath it. "But it never ends. Perhaps that is why I like it. Job security." He pronounces the last two words as if they're the punchline to a particularly good joke. The three share a comradely smile, then the dark face turns to you, white teeth flashing in a smile. "Ah, but I have interrupted introductions, haven't I. Usually that is a good thing, you know."
"Not in this case," Harry says, a touch of impatience in his voice that draws the attention of former and current Knights both. He shakes his head. "But inside, not here," he adds firmly.
Moments later you're inside, the door shut behind you, and Michael turns to Harry, a quizzical look on his face, clearly intended for you. "His name is Viserys Targaryen, Michael. He's-"
"I know who he is," Michael says, turning towards you with the sort of steady peace in his eyes you have witnessed on only a handful of occasions. His expression shifts into one of deeply felt joy as he crosses the room, surprisingly quickly for one relying on a cane, and before you fully realise his intention he's pulled you off-balance and into a short, but very sincere embrace. It is distinctly odd, but what he says as he steps back explains it.
"Thank you, Viserys," there's nothing formal to the words, but they're heartfelt in a way you've rarely heard. That peace in his eyes, perhaps? "For what you did for my daughter." You realise then that Lady Carpenter must have come here since you gave her the ring she now bears, which grants her control over her Mantle. Had she even told her family? The question would seem ridiculous to most, but you've seen how power can drive someone to secrecy. Fear is a powerful motivator, even if it's unfounded.
"It was the right thing to do," you find yourself saying in reply. There was more to it than that, of course, but Michael only nods.
"It was," he agrees, the words as natural as breathing. "Now please, come through to kitchen and tell us what peril has brought you to my home."
Horde Thief
Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Arriving back in Chicago a few minutes later, you're met by an almost immediate phone call which you choose to take outside of Ser Harry's home whilst he sees to the Archive, Ivy's, comfort. She and her bodyguard head indoors without complain, highlighting again the strange familiarity of the two. Kincaid moves with a nearly feline grace, putting you in mind of Mereth and her sisters, yet that you expect. Ivy…Harry explained a little of what she is, but the utter surety in her manner makes for an almost painful reminder of you sister. And, just like Dany, she knows far more than anyone who didn't know her would think. Questions for later, you tell yourself, directing your attention back to the phone at your ear.
"…he's willing to meet with you this afternoon to discuss the nature of your contract," John tells you. "Accorded neutral territory, three o'clock. If you're not there by quarter past, he won't linger." His tone makes it clear that this is Marcone passing his own knowledge of how his contact does business on.
You stop yourself from nodding, still a bad habit you're trying to break with cell phones. "And Lady Raith?" Your actions against the Fomor had acquired a considerable balance of credit with the White Court's true ruler, and you'd instructed John to be generous in the amount you'd be willing to write off.
"Two strike teams," he says, his tone clipped, "and any support in the mortal world as you might require it in the strike zone, wherever it is." You haven't told him. The Denarians are the main reason that Harry agreed to your offer of warding against divination in your first real conversation about yourself, and you can't risk them realising that you know. At least the next place on your list to visit should be secure, though you'll want to watch your step. You're already considering a possible safety measure you'll offer to him and Harry, for the children in the line of fire that they each care about.
"Thank you, John," the indrawn breath makes it clear he wants to ask, but you know him well enough now to know he won't, either. You want to tell him, but it's too dangerous over the phone. "We'll need to talk tonight," you say instead.
"I'll keep my schedule open." You exchange farewells and hang up just as Harry starts to make his way down the paved path to the street. You turn off your phone before he exits the wards, and nod towards his car.
"You sure you're ok not taking that? From what you've said, the question will come up," Harry follows you gaze, then shakes his head.
"No time, Viserys," he says levelly. "Even if the Council is going to need a day to get everything ready, we can move faster thanks to you." He places a hand on your shoulder, and you will the veil of a minor glamour into being around you as he does so, ensuring that passers-by won't be troubled by your sudden disappearance or appearance. You speak that familiar word in High Valyrian, and the world blurs before reforming into another street in front of a white picket fence.
Harry looks up at the place as you look around before dismissing the glamour again. The look on his face is…complex, but the biggest parts of the mix are trepidation and guilt. He doesn't want to take one his oldest friends into danger again, not when he holds himself responsible for his injuries. And yet he knows he has to let you make the offer. With all the Denarians on the field against you, a more fitting fight for the Swords of the Cross was impossible for Harry to describe. But there was only one person he would trust to wield the Sword that had been entrusted to him. Which was what brought you here.
It strikes you in that moment, as Harry opens the gate and walks up to the house, leaving you there alone for now, the harsh differences between the capabilities of this realm's mages and your own. Harry and those like him can wield incredible power, but it's terribly limited in some ways compared to what you can do. Your own capabilities lie more in the realms of a Power; emerging victorious over a High Noble of the Fomor had certainly cemented your position in that regard. Yet what you're offering now is apparently just as impressive, if not more so.
"Harry," the deep voice of the man you've come to see brings your head around, breaking you're your thoughts. He's a tall man, as tall as Harry, with smile lines to match those brought by age or pain. His voice is initially jovial, but it drains into steady seriousness as he recognises the expression on his friend's face. "What is it? And who is your friend?"
"Not out here, Michael," Harry shakes his head. "May we come in?" The older man's grey eyes focus on you, and you give a small nod of greeting, but say nothing. Given the protections around the place, Harry had thought it better to get an invitation before you stepped onto the property.
"Of course," Michael gives you both a small smile, and you step through the gate, feeling something prickle against your skin for a moment as you do so. It fades swiftly, but you can tell that something is aware of your presence…and watching. You almost miss the statement that follows from your host. "I was wondering if you'd be coming around, actually."
"What do you mean?" Harry starts to ask, but only gets the first few words out before he's cut off by another tall, but dark skinned, man appearing at the door, carrying a heavy gym bag over one shoulder.
"Harry!" The greeting is deeply accented, like nothing you've heard before, but there are so many nations and accents to this world that it's hard to keep track of them all. "It is good to see you again, my friend." There's something beneath the outward demeanour of the man, his own appearance suspiciously similar to Harry's description of…
"Sanya." Harry nods ruefully. "Let me guess, on your way somewhere?"
"It is good work," Sanya replies with a grin of his own, though there's strain hiding beneath it. "But it never ends. Perhaps that is why I like it. Job security." He pronounces the last two words as if they're the punchline to a particularly good joke. The three share a comradely smile, then the dark face turns to you, white teeth flashing in a smile. "Ah, but I have interrupted introductions, haven't I. Usually that is a good thing, you know."
"Not in this case," Harry says, a touch of impatience in his voice that draws the attention of former and current Knights both. He shakes his head. "But inside, not here," he adds firmly.
Moments later you're inside, the door shut behind you, and Michael turns to Harry, a quizzical look on his face, clearly intended for you. "His name is Viserys Targaryen, Michael. He's-"
"I know who he is," Michael says, turning towards you with the sort of steady peace in his eyes you have witnessed on only a handful of occasions. His expression shifts into one of deeply felt joy as he crosses the room, surprisingly quickly for one relying on a cane, and before you fully realise his intention he's pulled you off-balance and into a short, but very sincere embrace. It is distinctly odd, but what he says as he steps back explains it.
"Thank you, Viserys," there's nothing formal to the words, but they're heartfelt in a way you've rarely heard. That peace in his eyes, perhaps? "For what you did for my daughter." You realise then that Lady Carpenter must have come here since you gave her the ring she now bears, which grants her control over her Mantle. Had she even told her family? The question would seem ridiculous to most, but you've seen how power can drive someone to secrecy. Fear is a powerful motivator, even if it's unfounded.
"It was the right thing to do," you find yourself saying in reply. There was more to it than that, of course, but Michael only nods.
"It was," he agrees, the words as natural as breathing. "Now please, come through to kitchen and tell us what peril has brought you to my home."
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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I was incredibly nervous about writing this chapter, more so than any of the others I've done. Michael Carpenter is a very important character within the Dresdenverse, both mentor, somewhat father figure and something of a balancing mechanism in Harry's worldview. Some people joked about Michael at the start of Horde Thief. Those jokes are coming home to roost, because with the power that Viserys has, and the Denarians on the field in the sort of strength they must be to do this? The Swords are needed. All of them. Sanya just kinda wrote himself into the chapter, I'd intended for him to appear in the next one but what can you do when a crazy Russian kicks the door to your worldsim open and strolls in with a Holy Sword in one hand and an AK in the other
I have a start down for the next chapter, but this nervousness is making it a little difficult to work. We'll see how it goes. Many, many thanks go to @Sqweaktoy for giving this section a sanity check for me.
I have a start down for the next chapter, but this nervousness is making it a little difficult to work. We'll see how it goes. Many, many thanks go to @Sqweaktoy for giving this section a sanity check for me.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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- Formerly of the Far Realm
Yes! Michael, you're getting a tune up!I was incredibly nervous about writing this chapter, more so than any of the others I've done. Michael Carpenter is a very important character within the Dresdenverse, both mentor, somewhat father figure and something of a balancing mechanism in Harry's worldview. Some people joked about Michael at the start of Horde Thief. Those jokes are coming home to roost, because with the power that Viserys has, and the Denarians on the field in the sort of strength they must be to do this? The Swords are needed. All of them. Sanya just kinda wrote himself into the chapter, I'd intended for him to appear in the next one but what can you do when a crazy Russian kicks the door to your worldsim open and strolls in with a Holy Sword in one hand and an AK in the other
I have a start down for the next chapter, but this nervousness is making it a little difficult to work. We'll see how it goes. Many, many thanks go to @Sqweaktoy for giving this section a sanity check for me.
How much time do they have again to prepare?
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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The Council will be ready, and more importantly, fully prepared for its strike by the evening of the next day. The current date is a Wednesday, so the strike will be going in the day before the ritual is set to go off. They'd go in faster, but...well. Wizards are at their best when they have time to prepare. So they're taking all the time they feel that they safely can to do so.
Especially after the Council member who was meant to be Pyramid Sitting hasn't responded to any attempts to contact them. You might remember a certain terrain feature mentioned in the End Game interlude.
Current plan is to hit Michael with Heal and Age Resistance. I'd welcome any further mechanical advice, but a guided Reincarnation is very much not something on the cards here.
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Sanya is always a treat :lol
Man, the swords must be going into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE to "level the field" for this, if it's this bad.
Because I'd set the bar to count as "one player" as "can you punk Lady Summer/Winter?", if the sort of team that's assembled here will be in danger.
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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The Swords level the field. That is what they do. Against them, the Denarians are not nigh-immortal Fallen, but men. That is the point of the Swords and their wielders. They don't care how big and bad you are. If the right man is holding them, for the right reason, then you are just another man, no matter how powerful the demon in your head would be against anyone else.
Because The White God Says So.
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First of all, not hitting them five minutes to midnight, aka the time at which the ritual concludes?
Heresy.
Second, there are shittons of buffs to lay on people. Depends on what the sword covers, but Fly should be absurdly handy for the melee folk. Phantom Steeds are incredibly fast and long lasting, and would be pretty thematic too.
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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Viserys isn't that stupid. And neither is Harry
I was more talking about the basic 'you are now healed and in tiptop shape' thing, not pre-battle buffs. Though for Fly, um..the easiest point to make is that Siriothrax was a capital D quasi-divine Dragon. Presumably capable of flight. Michael killed him anyway.
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Also, considering how in-combat healing is limited to "cauterize it shut" to most of the squishy wizards and knights, and that their HP pools are closer to "20" than "200", Persisted Mass Lesser Vigor is the shit.