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

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Snowfire said:
No. If we kill them they can be contacted via Speak with Dead or ress'd. We need them alive, at least for now.
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Goldfish said:
Killing them is a potential waste of resources which I do not support. It costs us nothing to keep them Bottled, while killing them is needlessly damaging to PR.
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Hey, I'm just offering potential choices to both sides that don't see us screwed or worse, and fall within our moral codes. Playing angel's advocate, as it were.
 
BeepSmile said:
You know, if you ever want to insult the man in question, just point out this post. Someone made a similar error once before. It had not happend since that until now. He did not take it wel- oh. Speak and there is an appearance. How interesting.
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...? I see? uhh Sorry if I offended you @Azel.

...anyway I'm going to go edit divination spam about the thief into my vote now.
 
@egoo just reminded me that this vote existed:

-[] Since Lucan should have a firm assumption that we are currently in Oldtown, use Divination spells to learn who he has told of this, if anyone, as well as keeping an ear out for non-related rumors that we are in the city. Check semi-regularly, at least on a daily basis, to learn who else he has told, or at least to get an idea of how far the knowledge has spread
--[] Daily Divinations should include checking for unexpected trouble to arise which cannot be directly attributed to Lucan or others protected by Mind Blank.

Expect results in the next update, for now I'm half-sleep and need to go before I land face-first in my keyboard.
 
Update with the divination. If there are no complaints, I'll be sticking with this.

[X] Approach Septon Kyle to raise concerns about Lucan's radicalism
-[X] Start by congratulating him on the results of the first day of the conclave.
-[X] Mention that you were surprised when Lucan so readily agreed to side with Kyle, he is afterall a man of the sword.
--[X] If Kyle responds with any concerns/suspicions, play into them.
--[X] If He does not, speculate on the reasons Lucan must have had.
---[X] Mention how unfortunate those rumors going around about Lucan are, and how they paint him out to be a much more dangerous man than he appears.
---[X] Confide that while you aren't truly worried about Lucan, you are somewhat worried about how Ollidar might respond to it, viewing it as an attack at royal authority or some similar foolishness
[X] Ask Tyrene to brew some potions capable of incapacitating mages, knocking them out, and restraining their power
-[X]Magebane
-[X]Sleep-Smoke
-[X]Purple Keif
[X] Look into the Mysterious book thief using divination
-[X] What were the contents of the book?
-[X] Have Lucan's followers recovered the book?
-[X] Was the thief actually a maester?
-[X] Was the thief part of the Citadel Conspiracy?
-[X] Is the thief currently in Oldtown?


EDIT: For clarity, the thief in question:

DragonParadox said:
The Miracle of Crakehall: Angels descended upon Crakehall to slay the foul spawn of the depths which had taken root unseen among its people, and in their midst stood the Father's own Champion with his band of miracle workers. Yet even such wonder was darkened by the sins of a fallen world. A thief in a maester's grey garb stole tomes of great worth from Lucan's keeping while he conversed with Lord Roland Crakehall, some say even tempting away one of his followers to foul apostasy.
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chryssalideater said:
...? I see? uhh Sorry if I offended you @Azel.

...anyway I'm going to go edit divination spam about the thief into my vote now.
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I mean, if you think an apology will help. (Personally, I doubt it, but I do not think it will hurt, so, why not, eh?)

You have been an interesting threadgoer, chryssalideater, with many insightful suggestions and comments. I wish you every fortune.

Not that I think that it will help against one who has 'the devil's luck'
 
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Snowfire said:
Baking endless trays of croissants doesn't count! :V :p
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You laugh, but my life is basically ending right now. I've been super slow about all non-paid projects for the past three weeks, which includes participating in this quest (and the stuff I send DP in PMs).
Normally I would be all over Conclave Diplomacy, but I barely have any time to think about it :'(

Thankfully the deadline is the 17th, with some stress for a while afterwards until I know how everything turned out, but a smaller workload that will allow me to write plans again (even though they will never win a vote, but whatever).
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
You laugh, but my life is basically ending right now. I've been super slow about all non-paid projects for the past three weeks, which includes participating in this quest (and the stuff I send DP in PMs).
Normally I would be all over Conclave Diplomacy, but I barely have any time to think about it :'(

Thankfully the deadline is the 17th, with some stress for a while afterwards until I know how everything turned out, but a smaller workload that will allow me to write plans again (even though they will never win a vote, but whatever).
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We joke because we care! :)

/extra hug
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
You laugh, but my life is basically ending right now. I've been super slow about all non-paid projects for the past three weeks, which includes participating in this quest (and the stuff I send DP in PMs).
Normally I would be all over Conclave Diplomacy, but I barely have any time to think about it :'(

Thankfully the deadline is the 17th, with some stress for a while afterwards until I know how everything turned out, but a smaller workload that will allow me to write plans again (even though they will never win a vote, but whatever).
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We believe in you!
 
@DragonParadox, how will you be ruling "Insidious Insight" to work as a spying tool ?
It supposedly grants you the target's desires, but mechanically is just a Diplomacy bonus.

Oh and otherwise people, remember that Viserys can cast an Invisible Prying Eyes to spy on people.

Anyway, off to bed now.
 
@chryssalideater it's not just Ollidor we're worried about (as Dywen) it's the larger feudal system.

Which, you know, we're probably going to make react poorly due to our...influence in the Small Council ;)
 
chryssalideater said:
Update with the divination. If there are no complaints, I'll be sticking with this.

[] Approach Septon Kyle to raise concerns about Lucan's radicalism
-[] Start by congratulating him on the results of the first day of the conclave.
-[] Mention that you were surprised when Lucan so readily agreed to side with Kyle, he is afterall a man of the sword.
--[] If Kyle responds with any concerns/suspicions, play into them.
--[] If He does not, speculate on the reasons Lucan must have had.
---[] Mention how unfortunate those rumors going around about Lucan are, and how they paint him out to be a much more dangerous man than he appears.
---[] Confide that while you aren't truly worried about Lucan, you are somewhat worried about how Ollidar might respond to it, viewing it as an attack at royal authority or some similar foolishness
[] Ask Tyrene to brew some potions capable of incapacitating mages, knocking them out, and restraining their power
-[]Magebane
-[]Sleep-Smoke
-[]Purple Keif
[] Look into the Mysterious book thief using divination
-[] What were the contents of the book?
-[] Have Lucan's followers recovered the book?
-[] Was the thief actually a maester?
-[] Was the thief part of the Citadel Conspiracy?
-[] Is the thief currently in Oldtown?

EDIT: For clarity, the thief in question:
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Go ahead and pull the trigger, dude. Put some X's in those brackets.
 
The crazy demon said:
What the fuck were the Deep Ones doing there that Miracle didn't cut it?

And if Miracle wasn't going to cut it how did they survive through it?
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Goldfish said:
If someone is far enough into ceromorphosis following Illithid larval implantation, IIRC they cannot be saved. Only hope left for them is a Resurrection.

Not sure what else could be so twisted that even a Miracle cannot undo it.
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Which makes you wonder what's going on in those asylums they set up.

Might be worth an Angelic Kidnapping, heal them up and then take them to Old Town, have one of those healed approach Lucan and/or others involved in the beginning to support their claim of effective healing.

Now they are faced with irrefutable proof of miracles greater than and not of the Seven, or they go on the offensive and lose the moral high ground and are stuck trying to sell death or a torturous existence in some Lord's human zoo over a return to family hale and whole.
 
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Canon Omake: The First Step
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    • The First Step
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    Sixteenth Day of the Ninth Month 293 AC
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    "Are you sure this is a good idea, lad?" It felt strange to Criston to call the lauded Knight of Thunder 'lad', much less other thoughtless appellations he had caught himself thinking in the midst of going over training regimens or organizing strategy meetings, to help forge some camaraderie not only between the men and their prospective mounts as they took to getting the lay of the land from the air, but also to have them get to know the people themselves, in the cities and in the countryside, Griffons which, likely watching their still temporary partners in search of qualities he could not himself fathom, had yet to settle on who was fit to bond with them. Waymar Royce was about a quarter of his own age and probably just as skilled with blade in hand as Barristan Selmy, even without the magic he wielded beginning to enter the calculus of war and battle.

    If Criston was thirty years younger, he might have considered taking up spell lore himself, but now he could only think what he had endlessly for the past six months: I'm getting too old for that shite.

    "It's necessary," the young Valeman replied, after only a slight hesitation, "It's better that they understand not only what we hope to achieve, not merely act as another symbol in a tapestry or a rung on a ladder of advancement, but what we seek to protect the Realm against."

    The sea of faces in the amphitheater facing them was filled with equal parts excitement, trepidation and even fear. Fear that redoubled when Lady Sandviper made the stage alight in illusory display, setting it to cycle through beasts and monsters in gratuitous detail, opting oddly enough to play scenes directly out of memory, if he had the correct read of it. Grey-skinned and skull-faced assassins, fiendish serpents, tentacled abominations and undead sorcerers leering with cold-fire in their gaze and all-consuming hatred in their hearts.

    Criston cleared his throat when Waymar looked encouragingly to him to step forward--the young Knight was brave and true and honest, but he wasn't an eloquent speaker except if you hoped to have him earnestly declare his intention to fight the entire damn world's supply of monstrous horrors off all on his own, if that was what it took to keep everyone safe. And that was all well and dandy for a sorcerer such as him, but these men needed more than brave words, they needed bonds of brotherhood.

    Criston's lips quirked, he guessed sisterhood, too.

    "This is a servant of Mammon, Archduke of Minauros, Lord of the Third Hell. Of which there are Nine," he tacked on after a flood of hands lifted into the air.

    He pressed on after they lowered--hesitating, uncertain, as if wanting to correct him or ask for clarification but thinking better of it, some faces paling, others narrowing eyes in determination.

    "This is Darkfey. They seal pacts in bad faith and unleash plagues, chaos, rumors of adultery, accusations of kin-slaying, violation of body and mind, everything short of stealing the soul, if only because they find no use for it except in trade to Fiends when their blandishments manage to hit their mark."

    He pointed toward the towering figure of flame, clutching a chained maiden not seen of this world yet doubtlessly akin to those who sat in silence before him, who bled and plead and cried even as the mad, gleeful cruelty flashing in the Genie's gaze spoke volumes of her immediate fate, one hand darting to pluck at her only remaining eye, the other yanking her close.

    On and on and on.

    Eventually he fell silent. "I know you want to run from it. Close your ears, or spread some horse shite in the streets about demons or worse coming for us all. It's true and not. All we have here, this prosperity and plenty, the terrors and injustices in this world shoving and pushing the very limits of both civilization and sanity, daring us to stand down, to give up, or go away--stopped by a thin line. And you got that line in the sand, that light holding back the circling darkness, because someone stood up and said: 'No. You move.' What damns us most, isn't the worst these things will visit upon us if they have their way, but the pervasive idea that our defenders care naught but for their own gain."

    Waymar stepped forward. "We stand here together not just to defend the realm, but to reforge an ideal. That Knights are not only killers and brigands held on a loose leash. That we are reliable. Dependable. Just. And that when, in fearing what lies out in the dark, the questing hand grasps out for another for salvation, rather than spurn it in suspicion that the cost is one that they cannot afford... or else that they risk inviting in just a monster in a different coat. They find us."

    Criston interjected, "We gather here to forge a bond between ourselves, not just a company of fighting men, for we have plenty of that, not just a collective of like-minded individuals, patting ourselves on the back and lending host to the self-congratulatory or vainglorious. You think you're afraid? The people out there are terrified. They don't even have a shield of their own to hold between themselves and the Night.

    "Years ago, I landed here to fight would-be conquerors, I was Knighted on these very shores, and I thought then I had stepped upon the pinnacle of martial valour and manly achievement. More the fool, I. If you can't find it in yourself to care for the faceless masses who may never know your name even as you die spitting in the face of beings such as these, but stand aghast, feel great disgust for the mockery of oaths and law that men make of your station, you have a place here."

    Waymar smiled wanly as he added, "If you want to inspire hope for a brighter, better tomorrow, to save one more life than you expected, you have a place here."

    Tyene spoke up for the first time then, no one daring to question the sorceress who boldly took the stage in plate armor though she bore no blade and was no Knight, some out of fear, most out of respect, in her prowess in battle if nothing else, for she was a Companion just as the Valeman himself was: "If you want to make these monsters pay without sinking down to their level, if you want to make a better world for the children who will follow after you, there is a place for you."

    Three-fold voices spoke: "It's up to you to take the first step."

    Criston waited for nine heartbeats, before, soberly, the audience took to their feet, raised their hands into the air and shouted their defiance.

    "Alright lad," Criston spoke quietly, an odd tone in his voice that he couldn't quite recognize, not quite fear, more the bone-deep weariness of a veteran riding on to a war with memories of the last one fresh on their mind, "They're yours. Don't make them fucking regret it." Don't make me regret it.

    "Thank you," Waymar whispered to him, masking the hitch in his own voice quite well.
     
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    • egoo said:
    *snatches all of sacrifices*
    HISSSSS!!!
    We don't have nearly enough!
    Use the Mammon's Liquid Evil instead!
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    Now don't go getting any bright ideas, y'all. Doing shots of Liquid Evil is bad for your soul and your liver.

    A nice Liquid Evil and Dawnfruit cocktail, on the other hand, is just what the Goldfish ordered.
     
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