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- Argentina
"Why are we fighting the Blood War again, Viserys?"
"They offered me the severed head of a Pit Fiend with the ability to cast Wish each Blood Moon on Abaddon"
*Richard grinds teeth even harder*
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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"Why are we fighting the Blood War again, Viserys?"
"They offered me the severed head of a Pit Fiend with the ability to cast Wish each Blood Moon on Abaddon"
*Richard grinds teeth even harder*
Since it's really late I was thinking of doing a post on the green men as the last update of the day, but I'm not really sure how to do it yet so I can't promise anything
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- Germany
Reasonably clear already?
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- Castle
[X] Duesal
Which guess of the voter names is easier to type ?
Which guess of the voter names is easier to type ?
It's late enough that I do not really trust myself to write a full update right now.
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- France
@DragonParadox, how about a Rhaenys interlude? Or a Balerion interlude?
Or an Amrelath interlude where we learn more about his crazy companion?
Or an Amrelath interlude where we learn more about his crazy companion?
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- United States
What green man? The one Amrelath killed?
While all those sound interesting I'm already in an ancient First Men headspace and I should probably get the ideas down.
I mean the order of the Green Men in general, you guys asked about that in a minor action
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- France
"killed"
It'll probably be back, honestly.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
Most Beholders don't like themselves, that's considered enlightenment for Beholders, most Beholders are 2 people in 1 body, who hate each others guts.
This is why you never shorten the name of a Beholder you are negotiating with, they will think you are only addressing 1 of them, and the one not being addressed will get paranoid and angry.
The proper pronoun for Beholders is they, as no Beholder is 1 person, they are 2 persons forced to work together.
ryuan
From Zero to Hero!
Never heard of that before, where did it came from? And what kind of madman designed them like that?
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Them having two brains that hate each other is also something I've never heard.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
I don't remember where I read it, but it seemed a knowledgeable source, and they are Farspawn, they are supposed to be crazy, the Far Realm is so alien, that just looking at it can shatter minds, what's surprising, is that beings so comprehensible as Xor can originate from there.
Green men information in beta.
Guardians of the Green
Guardians of the Green
It began with the Pact, carved in runes, sang in the leaves' whispers, inked in blood. On the shore of Gods Eye, those who had been foes joined together and looked out over the water knowing not what the future held, for even Greenseers cannot see all ends, even the pale roots of the Weirwoods do not bind all paths. Not all came with peace in their heart that day—some plotted treachery, vengeance for those who had been slain. By bright spear and grasping sorcery they sought it, finding nothing but the fate of all oathbreakers. Nameless they are now, but not without purpose. Their blood flowed free, the first sacrifice given by man to the Old Gods, even as the Singers did the same to their own treacherous kin. For the Greenseers of old it was a good beginning, but this is not their tale.
For those first among men to spill the blood of their fellows to appease the Old Gods, much peril and hardship awaited. Outcasts they were from the kingdoms of their birth, shunned by their gods, abandoned upon the island when the last boat made for shore. Though it is not the nature of the Old Gods to know pity, they were not without gratitude for the deeds done, for Godswoods enduring and the joyous songs of their people. Birds brought sweet fruit and dropped them from the air, fish swam up from the waters and into their nets, and so they lived for nine years, aiding each other as a clan, though they had been born and raised in far off lands.
On the ninth year they swore blood brotherhood to each other, knowing themselves alone in all the world, outcast and forgotten, but still they quarreled as mortal men are wont to do, as to what they might do next. Some judged it wise to raid their neighbors that they may become a clan in truth, but the eldest among them rose to his feet and admonished them for the thought. What had they all sacrificed so much for if not peace, the same peace they were now so carelessly contemplating abandoning by making the island a nest of raiders?
But then one of the youngest asked if they should instead count on the charity of the Old Gods until their bones were lost among the roots, a wretched half-life of those who had fulfilled their purpose and now had none to guide them. He turned to the nearest Weirwood and called out for some meaning to give their lives.
Thus spoke the Old Gods through the face carved there to bear witness to the Pact: "Guardians you shall be from this day ever onward, to keep in trust this island with blades of bronze, even as the Greenseers do with sorcery."
The men donned robes of green in honor of their new service, and for nine years more they dwelt in peace. The eldest who had spoken first died peacefully and the youngest took his place, as decided by the others speaking as equals beneath the eyes of the gods. Few cared for names and titles they had borne before their exile. They did not set out from their island, but when a band of raiders came to them seeking to destroy the trees, they fought in a shieldwall to guard their holy charge.
Nine years again passed, such that none of them could be called young by the measure of men, but they were content in knowing that a full generation had grown in the peace that they had helped forge, but then another boat came to their island and all were fearful that they would not be able to throw the raiders back. No raider came, instead a handful of youngsters with little to lose and the call of the gods in the heart, wishing to join.
So the charge was passed one generation to the other, mortals guardians of an immortal place. In time the Green Men would venture out into the wide world again, sages and counselors of kings, but ever they returned to their great charge. While the Island stood the Pact endured, and so it has through all the ages of the world to this very day.
Four-and-thirty yet remain upon the island this day, of them eight with the gift of warging and six with a touch of sorcery. Though the last Greenseer calls, even he cannot command them to leave their island long.
Liset Breolys,
Account of a True Dream on the
Twentieth Day of the Ninth Month of the year 293 After the Westerosi reckoning
Account of a True Dream on the
Twentieth Day of the Ninth Month of the year 293 After the Westerosi reckoning
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- France
@tarrangar is confused. He's describing Ettin, not Beholders.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
No I'm not, Ettin's might have 2 brains and 2 souls, but each head don't hate the other, nor do Ettin's hate just about all life that isn't them, heck Ettin's are often found in tribes, I'm quite sure I'm thinking of Beholders, and I'm certain I'm thinking of a type of Farspawn.
Ettin's are just the typical two-headed giants, they aren't paranoid maniacs who distrust the other half of their body.
Here's the article I'm talking about. Beholder
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Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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- Formerly of the Far Realm
Made a few minor edits, DP.Guardians of the Green
It began with the Pact, carved in runes, sang in the leaves' whispers, inked in blood. On the Shore of Gods' Eye, those who had been foes joined together and looked out over the water knowing not what the future held, for even Greenseers cannot see all ends, even the pale roots of the Weirwoods do not bind all paths. Not all came with peace in their heart that day—some plotted treachery, vengeance for those who had been slain. By bright spear and grasping sorcery they sought it, finding nothing but the fate of all Oathbreakers. Nameless they are now, but not without purpose. Their blood flowed free, the first sacrifice given by man to the Old Gods, even as the Singers did the same to their own treacherous kin. For the Greenseers of old it was a good beginning, but this is not their tale.
For those first among men to spill the blood of their fellows to appease the Old Gods, much peril and hardship awaited. Outcasts they were from the kingdoms of their birth, shunned by their gods, abandoned upon the island when the last boat made for shore. Though it is not the nature of the Old Gods to know pity, they were not without gratitude for the deeds done, for Godswoods enduring and the joyous songs of their people. Birds brought sweet fruit and dropped them from the air, fish swam up from the waters and into their nets, and so they lived for nine years, aiding each other as a clan, though they had been born and raised in far off lands.
On the ninth year they swore blood brotherhood to each other, knowing themselves alone in all the world, outcast and forgotten, but still they quarreled as mortal men are wont to do, as to what they might do next. Some judged it wise to raid their neighbors that they may become a clan in truth, but the eldest among them rose to his feet and admonished them for the thought. What had they all sacrificed so much for if not peace, the same peace they were now so carelessly contemplating abandoning by making the island a nest of raiders?
But then one of the youngest asked if they should instead count on the charity of the Old Gods until their bones were lost among the roots, a wretched half-life of those who had fulfilled their purpose and now had none to guide them. He turned to the nearest Weirwood and called out for some meaning to give their lives.
Thus spoke the Old Gods through the face carved there to bear witness to the Pact: "Guardians you shall be from this day ever onward, to keep in trust this island with blades of bronze, even as the Greenseers do with sorcery."
The men donned robes of green in honor of their new service, and for nine years more they dwelt in peace. The eldest who had spoken first died peacefully and the youngest took his place, as decided by the others speaking as equals beneath the eyes of the gods. Few cared for names and titles they had borne before their exile. They did not set out from their island, but when a band of raiders came to them seeking to destroy the trees, they fought in a shieldwall to guard their holy charge.
Nine years again passed, such that none of them could be called young by the measure of men, but they were content in knowing that a full generation had grown in the peace that they had helped forge, but then another boat came to their island and all were fearful that they would not be able to throw the raiders back. No raider came, instead a handful of youngsters with little to lose and the call of the gods in the heart, wishing to join.
So the charge was passed one generation to the other, mortals guardians of an immortal place. In time the Green Men would venture out into the wide world again, sages and counselors of kings, but ever they returned to their great charge. While the Island stood the Pact endured, and so it has though all the ages of the world to this very day.
Four-and-thirty yet remain upon the island this day, of them eight with the gift of warging and six with a touch of sorcery. Though the last Greenseer calls, even he cannot command them to leave their island long.
Liset Breolys,
Account of a True Dream on the
Twentieth Day of the Ninth Month of the year 293 After the Westerosi reckoning
This was very cool. Great way to share info without seeming at all like an info dump.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
I found the article I was thinking about, and apparently I was slightly wrong, Beholders don't hate the other half of their brain, but they sure do mistrust them, keeping secrets from each other, the rare Beholders whose 2 halves work together, are considered the closest to a sane Beholder possible.
Beholder
Beholder
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- France
I opened this article, pressed CTRL + F and searched for "brain", and got zero results. Please explain.
It talks about divided minds, which isn't the same as brains. It seems like they're just afflicted with a bad case of the movie version of schizophrenia.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
They use the word mind not brain, sorry that I used the wrong word.
It's in the section of the article labelled psychology.