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

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  • [X] It is time to secure our hold on the Crownlands by enticing what remains of Jon Arryn's former faction and welding them to our own.
    -[X] Bring Rhaella, Rina and Ser Richard.
    -[X] We will begin with House Chyttering as the easiest, given their inclinations toward gaining Eastern contacts.
    -[X] Next we will try for House Mallery as a relative unknown.
    -[X] Then the shamed House Blount, still isolated given their recent missteps and loss of patron.
    -[X] Then we will investigate House Farring to see what can be made of the situation.
    -[X] If there is time, we will investigate the High Septon's faction and see if we can pull away Rambton and Sunglass. Ser Denys used to squire for a knight of the latter, perhaps he could put us into contact?
    --[X] We will also observe the results of our propaganda campaign firsthand.
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Part MMMLXVII: Old Vows in a New World
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    • Old Vows in a New World ​

    Twenty-Ninth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

    The morning finds you, Ser Richard, and your mother standing on the small hill overlooking the Brandywater and beyond it Chyttering Keep with an altogether different sort of diplomacy in mind than the last few days. Unlike the Fey who are bound by strange laws and stranger whims. Lord Talbert Chyttering had by all accounts taken the death of Jon Arryn as a sign that perhaps he should dip his toes into the tides of change, sending his bother Elbert to Braavos in search for answers and perhaps powers by which he might protect himself. From what you can divine the Blue Albatross is still sailing against unseasonably rough winds and will likely not even make to into port for another fortnight, but perhaps you can ease the lord's mind in a more direct manner.

    Unusually for such meetings when you make your way to the castle gate as a merchant from the east wishing to show your wares to the lord, you are neither turned away in expectation of a bribe nor lead to his solar, instead the oldest of the armsmen leads you to the training yard where you are greeted with the sight of Lord Chyttering himself. A bear of a man whose dark hair is just starting to turn grey is sparring against not one but three opponents, the first of them his squire judging from his the pimples that dot his face and the way his voice breaks when he attempts a warcry and the others yet more Chyttering armsmen.


    You watch in silence as Lord Chyttering disarms one of men-at-arms by cutting off the head of his mace with one swing of his greatsword, kicks the other away in a perfectly timed lunge, and then turns his attention to the poor squire who is fruitlessly trying to slash at the lord's chainmail and gambeson with his own sword.

    "When I tell you you are supposed to take me on as a group, Balman, I expect you to do that, not try to flail away at me like a young stag in rut!" he shouts. "Talk to them for fuck's sake, that's why the Gods gave you a tongue in your head!"

    "I was..." the youth pants, struggling to get his guard up after the frenzied attack. "That is, there isn't much time to talk in battle is there, my lord?"

    "Been in many battles, have you?" the lord snorts. "There's usually enough time to call out who goes left and who goes right, I can say that much. Now why don't you tell me why you really fought like you were alone?"

    The boy blushes crimson and stammers: "It's not honorable, Ser."

    Ser Richard looks like he is barely biting his tongue at the response, but he needn't have worried. Lord Chyttering's expression turns thunderous. "Boy, do you think that when the Dragon comes he's going to send his knights at you one at a time? That his Essosi legionnaires will be lining up for you to have a go at them?"

    The young squire looks at his shoes and whispers so softly you barely catch it, "Does it even matter?"

    "What did you say?!" the lord snaps, pressing on with the faintly surreal conversation to be having right in front of your veiled gaze.

    "I heard told he has dragons and can turn into one besides," Balman had obviously decided he might as well go through with it now, his voice firmer. "Knights can't fight a dragon on the wing no matter how many of them you have, they just burn."

    To your surprise the lord's expression softens, likely at the fear he sees in the boy's eyes. "No one's going to make you ride against dragons, but you will have to learn how to fight alongside others. Now go get washed up and to your studies. Maester Remald didn't get any sweeter in his old age, I heard."

    At that the boy gives a relieved giggle, happy to have gotten off without a scolding before turning about and running off into the keep, never hearing the lords next words. "May the Gods have mercy on us all. I hope Eldert gets an answer."

    How do you approach Lord Chyttering?

    [] Write in

    OOC: Here we are, not the longest update by far, but a fair picture of the lord I think.
     
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    • -> Be me, try to go home for the weekend to rest a bit.
    -> It's cool, unlike the hellish temperature back at Uni, and home is usually very silent. Time to sleep in.
    -> Entire house woken up at seven AM by hammering from a construction site not even on the same block, but acoustics makes it sound like they are battering down the walls.

    Fml, been two months since I've had a good night's sleep, for one reason or another.
     
    [X] "A thousand pardons to you, my Lord. I did not mean to pay overmuch attention to your conversation, but I wouldn't be a very adroit purveyor if I did not see a more obvious opening than that."
    -[X] "From what I could gather, you are looking for ward against harm greater than common steel might grant, no?"
    --[X] Draw the conversation towards the Dragon King's army in the east, more than his legion, his darkenbeast riders, his alchemical weapons and tinctures, mages capable of breaking up a wedge of cavalry on the charge or in greater concentrations battering formations of soldiers to ruins, or steam cannons capable of sinking a ship with a well placed shot or smashing down reinforced fortifications.
    ---[X] Try to draw him gradually to private quarters, with either just himself or trusted advisers at worst, before coming to the fulcrum of your visit.
    ----[X] "How would you contend with these dangers? How could you stop these methods to empower and raise the strength of his forces on the ground or at sea, or place more of his Legion in the air itself? How, when that does not even broach the subject everyone has been wondering, would one stop dragons on the wing in earnest?"
    -----[X] Reveal your presence. "You do not."
    -------[X] Wave down the threat of violence. "Come now, my Lord, if I wanted to do great violence, I have proven myself beyond reproach in honoring guest right and peace flags. I would have attacked in the courtyard at the earliest."
    --------[X] "I have come to deliver unto you what I have to the people of Westeros this past month: An alternative, my rationale, and reason."
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Old Vows in a New World ​

    Twenty-Eighth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

    The morning finds you, Ser Richard and your mother standing on the small fill overlooking the Brandywater and beyond it Chyttering Keep with an altogether different sort of diplomacy in mind than the last few days. Unlike the fey who are bound by strange laws and stranger whims. Lord Talbert Chyttering had by all accounts taken the death of Jon Aryn as a sign that perhaps he should dip his toes into the tides of change, sending his bother Elbert to Braavos in search and answers and perhaps powers by which he might protect himself. From what you can divine the Blue Albatross is still sailing against unseasonably rough winds and will likely not even make to into port for another fortnight, but perhaps you can ease the lord's mind in a more direct manner.

    Ususually for such meetings when you make your way to the castle gate as a merchant from the east wishing to show your wares to the lord, you are neither turned away in expectation of a bribe, nor lead to his solar, instead the oldest of them leads you to the training yard where you are greeted with the sight of the lord, a bear of a man whose dark hair is just starting to turn grey is sparring aagainst not one but three opponents, the first of them his squire judging from his the pimples that dot his face and the way his voice breaks when he attempts a warcry and the others yet more Chyttering armsmen.


    You watch in silence at Lord Talbert disarms one of them men at arms by cutting off the head of his mace with one swing of his greatsword kicks the other away in a perfectly timed lunge and then turns his attention to the poor squire who is fruitlessly trying to flash at the lord's chainmail and gambeson with his own sword.

    "When I tell you you are supposed to take m on as a group Balman I expect you to do that, not try to flail away at me like a young stag in rut!" he shouts. "Talk to them for fuck's sake, that's why the Gods gave you a tongue in your head."

    "I was..." the youth pants, struggling to get his guard up after the frenzied attack. "That is, there isn't much time to talk in battle, is there my lord?"

    "Been in many battles have you," the lord snorts. "There's usually enough time to call out who goes left and who goes right I can say that much, now why don;t you tell me why you really fought like you were alone?"

    The boy blushes crimson and stammers: "It's not honorable Ser."

    Ser Richard looks like he is barely biting his tongue at the response, but he needn't have worried. Lord Chyttering's expression turns thunderous. "Boy do you think that when the Dragon comes he's going to send his knights at you one at a time, that his Essosi soldiers will be lining up for you to have a go at them?"

    The young squire looks at his shoes and whispers so softly you barely catch it "Does it even matter?"

    "What did you say?" the lord snaps, pressing on with the faintly surreal conversation to be having right in front of your veiled gaze .

    "I heard told he has dragons and can turn into one besides," Balman had obviously decided he might as well go through with it now, his voice firmer. "Knights can't fight a dragon on the wing no matter how many of them you have, they just burn."

    To your surprise the lord's expression softens likely at the fear he sees in the boy's eyes. "No one's going to make you ride against dragons, but you will have to learn how to fight alongside others, now go one get washed and and to your studies. Maester Remald didn't get any sweeter in his old age I heard."

    At that the boy gives a relived giggle, happy to have gotten off without a scolding before turning about and running off into the keep, never hearing the lords next words. "May the gods have mercy on us all. I hope Eldert an answer."

    How do you approach lord Chyttering?

    [] Write in

    OOC: Here we are, not the longest update by far, but a fair picture of the lord I think. Not yet edited.
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    I like this guy.
     
    [X] Crake
    Ah yes, the shock and awe approach. He's blunt (and desperate) enough it might actually work. Add that concern is shown for the squire and potentially every armsman who'd go up against us..
     
    48 hours ago you were going on about being bored and wanting more Diplomacy.
    I had forgotten that your conception of Diplomacy involved terrifying your target, antagonizing him, and then flexing your ability to lie to his face.

    10/10, this sounds both stupid and funny.

    [X] Crake
     
    TalonofAnathrax said:
    48 hours ago you were going on about being bored and wanting more Diplomacy.
    I had forgotten that your conception of Diplomacy involved terrifying your target, antagonizing him, and then flexing your ability to lie to his face.

    10/10, this sounds both stupid and funny.

    [X] Crake
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    Lies are just alternative truths.
     
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    Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Sep 19, 2019 at 10:39 AM, finished with 24 posts and 14 votes.
    • [X] "A thousand pardons to you, my Lord. I did not mean to pay overmuch attention to your conversation, but I wouldn't be a very adroit purveyor if I did not see a more obvious opening than that."
      -[X] "From what I could gather, you are looking for ward against harm greater than common steel might grant, no?"
      --[X] Draw the conversation towards the Dragon King's army in the east, more than his legion, his darkenbeast riders, his alchemical weapons and tinctures, mages capable of breaking up a wedge of cavalry on the charge or in greater concentrations battering formations of soldiers to ruins, or steam cannons capable of sinking a ship with a well placed shot or smashing down reinforced fortifications.
      ---[X] Try to draw him gradually to private quarters, with either just himself or trusted advisers at worst, before coming to the fulcrum of your visit.
      ----[X] "How would you contend with these dangers? How could you stop these methods to empower and raise the strength of his forces on the ground or at sea, or place more of his Legion in the air itself? How, when that does not even broach the subject everyone has been wondering, would one stop dragons on the wing in earnest?"
      -----[X] Reveal your presence. "You do not."
      -------[X] Wave down the threat of violence. "Come now, my Lord, if I wanted to do great violence, I have proven myself beyond reproach in honoring guest right and peace flags. I would have attacked in the courtyard at the earliest."
      --------[X] "I have come to deliver unto you what I have to the people of Westeros this past month: An alternative, my rationale, and reason."
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