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

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Kinda fun that we might just be picking in what way exactly he'll backstab us.
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[X] Incantifier Zherys

Having looked it over again I am changing my vote although i dont believe it will do much for the end result.
 
I think Incantifier just fits better. Not so much choosing whats the best although personally i think it is. Just fits in my opinion with Zherys.
 
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Part MMMXLIX: Sundered Visions
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    • Sundered Visions ​

    Twenty-Fifth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

    Before the Asurendra's threat is even spoken in full you run towards it sword in hand, as though meaning to face him thus, silently apologizing to Dark Sister for using her for a ruse once more. The wards you had woven forbid any from commanding time to their whims, but only for a short span around where you stand, and so you play the vainglorious youth. You have had plenty of practice in the part, after all.

    Siduri's voice is rising in a blessing of strength and valor upon Ser Richard's shoulders, the knight racing for the door almost swifter than the spell already upon your lips. Dark Sister cuts not flesh but the fabric of the world itself, a line of blood-red light spanning the short distance to your foe to strike him in the chest. The Archfiend spasms painfully, bones cracking, flesh tearing, and black bile leaking from six fiery eyes

    Then Ser Richard falls upon the reeling monster, his first flow is deflected by one of its stolen blades acting seemingly without their master's will, but then the knight does what he has ever done when faced with strange and arcane powers with foes who think themselves beyond mortal ken to face—he adapts and strikes once more with renewed fury. Spellsteel clangs and hisses in Oathkeeper's flames as enchanted weapons are swept aside and telling blows begin to land, one ripping through a shoulder, another almost slicing off a hand at the wrist, and a third sinking deep into its armored stomach, parting gilded scales as easily as parchment. The look in the Archfiend's eyes is almost the same as that which you had seen moments before in its servant's eyes... almost.

    Something shatters inside your enemy's flesh, not broken bone or ruptured organs nor anything that might have a place inside a living thing, it almost sounds like glass. A potion, you realize, impressed in spite of yourself at how far this thing had gone to ensure it would not perish. Wounds knit, not all nor fully, but enough that when the final blow lands it is able to twist out of the way of the worst of the blow, leaving it with a bleeding gash across its jaw rather than a head flying from its shoulders.

    "You cannot slay me I... see... all!" the thing hisses, narrowly dodging a spell from one of Xor's eyes. Its blades lock in a circle of steel and sorcery, moving so swift they blur and befuddle the eye, but not quite too fast for Ser Richard. The knight almost seems to move with whatever strange rhythm the blades possess, martial skill matching accursed seer's vision.

    The warding blades reap their toll upon the knight as he reaches through them, finding every weakness, prying past the shield and cutting through the thinnest gaps in armor until blood seeps over sanctified steel. But Oathkeeper too finds its mark, slicing off the Archfiend's jaw and you suppose its tongue just as it was about to make another pronouncement of doom.

    Ser Richard Loses 24 Temporary Hit Points

    Ser Richard Takes 51 Damage

    "What the Hells was that?" Siduri shakes her head wonderingly.

    "An Asurendra, now the corpse of one," Dany quips as she flies over to heal Ser Richard with a gentle touch and a whispered word.

    "Did you really have to get in the thing's face, Your Grace?" he sighs while turning to you.

    "That is how the ward works, I'm afraid. Without it the thing could have moved where it willed before striking and casting whatever spells it pleased in that time."

    "And you can't cast those wards on anyone else?" he presses.

    The words are barely a question, but you choose to treat them as such, shaking your head. "I'm afraid not, Ser. It is at the very limits of my magic to cast the spell at all. Such proclamations of what magic may or may not be worked are usually the domain of..." You trail off, not sure how to finish. 'Idol of Fire' the Fiends called you, but the last thing you would wish to be thought of is a god.

    "Gods," Siduri is more than happy to finish for you. "Them or sorcerers skilled enough to substitute skill for power."

    Meanwhile you collect the Archfiend's corpse in your cloak together with its weapons. From the way they twist and rattle you suspect some fel power is still upon them. One way or another you will find a use for them.

    Gained Asurendra Corpse

    "Do we continue on to hunt the mage or attempt to aid in the boarding?" Xor interjects pragmatically.

    What do you do?

    [] Help with the fight against the rest of the convoy

    [] Hunt the mage

    [] Split up
    -[] Write in how

    [] Write in

    OOC: The strategy with Ser Richard was a near perfect counter, because I planned the asura getting a +10 to his AC as he put his swords into defensive posture, so one full attack with PA and one without got you maximum damage.
     
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    • [X] Incantifier Zherys

    Has more flavour, both in terms of fitting the character and also how such can be shown in narrative - rather than simply a boosted metamagic effects build that's purely a numbers difference.

    Also, love the traits Artemis picked!
     
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