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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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@DragonParadox are we dealing with Pathfinder planatar or the 3.5 variety? Just to see what level of caster we are dealing with.
Interlude in beta.
3.5 so a level 9 caster. He can even cast miracle.
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And it was past his ability to heal them? Holy shit Deep Ones what kind of experiments did you do? Also he is a higher caster level than us. Jesus.
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Please, they could have killed and reincarnated them if that was so difficult to cure.
Murdering them was practical, if nothing else
Unless the damage was to the soul rather than the body. Also most people do not have the will or desire to return from death.
Interlude CDLXVII: A Hunt Averted
A Hunt Averted
<Previous Barrow Hunting Next>
Fourteenth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
Argo did not know much about woods beyond the fact that most trees would not be able to take more than two or three hits of his axe and the beasts that lived under them even less, so when he heard the howling in the distance he paid it no mind. Then he noticed Soft Strider stopping dead in her tracks. She knew woods.
"Those are not common wolves..."
One howl became two, then many drowning out whatever she was going to say. When the sound passed it took the voices of birds and beasts with it, leaving only the crunch of the dry wood under boot and hoof.
Koron did not need to be told to draw his sword. "Direwolves, this far south? I knew that wildling bastard that sold me the pelt back when we sailed for Hardhome was lying through his teeth."
His blood-brother Lothos laughed at the jest, "Well you won't have to buy these ones, except maybe with blood."
"They are not direwolves, nor does anything as clean as mere hunger drive them. They are in pain, far too much pain for any living beast to have the strength to howl thus much less hunt."
Dead things walking. Argo remembered fighting the dead in the south on the empty island with the rotting keep. He hoped these ones had flesh. It was hard to cut ghosts even with a magic axe. "Do we go or let them come to us?" he asked. The minotaur could still remember the time when he would not have thought to ask that, when battle was just the red haze of rage and the taste of blood, now the very thought of it turned his stomach and not just because he did not want to eat rotting corpses.
"Wait here, I will scout ahead," Soft Strider moved so quickly through the trees that even knowing where to look Argo almost could not pick her out. Then she did some of her wood magic and she was come, not even a rustle of leaves to mark her passage.
Cautiously the warriors arrayed themselves so they could see all around them in the moonlit forest. "Good thing your back's big enough to cover both of us," Koron japed.
"Good thing you're tough, being so small," He grunted in repose, the laughter carried strangely through the woods, creaks and groans growing louder all around them. Argo did not think they were laughing along.
Silently as she had left Soft Strider ran back across the branches of an old oak tree overhead, her wide green eyes the only spot of color in the pale moonlight: "A cursed place lies to the south, a glade that shows signs of feasting by those who have given themselves to the beast within, and there is a chill upon the air. I fear the power of the Enemy has twisted the gift of warging."
"Hold on there," Lothos whispered back. "What the hell's 'warging'? What are we fighting here?"
"My apologies, sometimes I forget this tongue does not make all my thoughts understood just as they are," she sighed. "Warging is the power to join with the mind of a beast as close as its own shadow, to guide it even as it lends its strength, but if the joining is forced rage and fear can poison both minds, breeding savagery beyond what any beast could match."
"The blood rage," Argo nodded in grim understanding.
"I think we need to get back on the road, face them in the light and not on their hunting grounds..." The words cut off abruptly as the howls they had been hearing in the distance suddenly filled the air around them. Dark shapes slipped out from among the trees and not all of them were wolves, some were men Argo had seen in the village, their mouths stained with blood and their eyes wild as they moved among the beasts as one of the pack.
"They don't smell of man blood!" Argo wasn't sure why he called that out at first, it just seemed important for them to know.
"A lot of good that's gonna do us. Kill the bastards," Koron cursed.
"You shouldn't have come this close..." one woman wailed even as her jaws snapped hungrily. "You've made him angry and hungry... he's always hungry. Death made him even hungrier. We didn't know... we didn't..."
"Shush now, they're just outlanders, nosy ones and witches too, we ken truss 'em up..." the man beside her began brandishing a knife, mouth opening into a hungry smile.
"That's how the curse got going!" another man shouted fearfully."Old Yohn killed him because he was a witch and then he came back to blight us all!"
Unlike the men the wolves did not show any hesitation advancing, other than perhaps caution of axe, sword, and bow. There'd be blood soon, Argo knew. He wanted to say something else. To tell them they could fight the rage, fight whatever demon was driving them instead of being driven along like beasts, but he didn't know the words.
"You've hunted tonight, haven't you?" Soft Strider asked, dropping down into the light under the shocked looks of the villagers, not seeming to care about the snarling wolves. "Whatever curse drives you is not upon you now. It's up to you if you want to give it more than it asks, but I warn you that the power behind this all is a greedy thing. What is given for a boon now, it will demand ever-after as its due. Let us help you." Then she walked up to one of the wolves and slowly placed her hand on its coat while humming something.
"The corpse-wolves will eat us right up!" the man with the knife shouted to his fellows.
"They are sleeping down in the barrow, ain't they?" Lothos asked softly, though he didn't put his sword away. Only then did Argo realize he was right, the howls in the distance were gone, leaving only the snarls of the beasts in front of them.
Slowly the man drew back while Soft Strider went from wolf to wolf, laying their hackles down.
OOC: Behold, diplomacy by means of Handle Animal.
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As a note, it's decision you guys have made quite a few times. There has never been as far as I can tell any vote to attempt to find some cure for the ills of cultists knowing said cure requires more than miracle to pull off.
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We don't have Miracle yet.
Once it's freely available I expect it to become part of our hraling-routine for cases that can't be solved otherwise.
That was a joke. But i apologise if it was rude.
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Also everyone please read the room in regard to the illithad thing; it's directly supposed to mirror our actions we took in regards to the infected. There isn't an argument for our immediate treatment of them being better than Lucan's.
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I know he is supposed to mirror us. I just wanted to know what level of casters his faction has as well as what kind of experiments the Deep Ones are doing. Because it is either that they didn't put the effort in to heal the people because of reasons (legitimate or otherwise) or the damage was so great that not even Miracle could do it. And the latter is far bigger thought on my mind than whatever Lucan wants to do here.
Don't worry I did not consider it rude, I was just pointing out that Lucan's actions in these circumstances mirrored the Viserys' in the past only without the blood sacrifice, so calling them out on moral grounds is a shaky proposition
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It's not really moral grounds here. The difference is that he's only doing what we did when we had far, far less power. That does, in fact, matter.
But you do not really know how much power he has. That is one of the things you are looking for right now so deciding in advance that he did less than he could is rendering a guilty verdict on an uncertain case.
Anyway I should probably stop now since this is a character decision and I'm not the one playing Viserys.
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That's assuming a lot about the resources he has at his disposal, and what calls on his time there are. From an outside perspective I'd say he did admirably.