And a Velroc! Which is kind of a dragon!

Also an Aspect of Tiamat. Which is like five dragons! :V
 
And a Velroc! Which is kind of a dragon!

Also an Aspect of Tiamat. Which is like five dragons! :V
Bah, the Velroc doesn't count. Neither does the Kongamato, though it did make a great cloak for Bronn.
Avatar of Tiamat: am I a joke to you?
Yes, though she also will make a nice cloak once we get around to crafting it for Dany. @Goldfish, when are we going to do that btw? It's been on the backburner for a while.
 
Bah, the Velroc doesn't count. Neither does the Kongamato, though it did make a great cloak for Bronn.

Yes, though she also will make a nice cloak once we get around to crafting it for Dany. @Goldfish, when are we going to do that btw? It's been on the backburner for a while.
Dunno. I completely forgot about it. What was the plan for it again?
 
@Goldfish, when are we going to do that btw? It's been on the backburner for a while.
>_>
<_<

...Making an anti-Tiamat talisman (the one to temporarily block her "Dragons"-Domain) kiiinda supersedes that, taking up all of remains' power..?

But hey!
That will be a bigger "fuck you" to Tiamat at least!

*valiantly tries to sweeten the deal*
*its not like there was any consensus on what exactly to make, anyway*
 
Dunno. I completely forgot about it. What was the plan for it again?
We were going to runecraft an artifact cloak for Dany out of Tiamat's hide. I guess if we want it to be super powerful we may as well wait for the stronger Aspect we're about to shank so we can make a more powerful artifact.

I remember something about Wings of Cover 3/day being thrown around, which seems really nice. Since it's Tiamat's hide maybe a strong resistance to all elemental attacks as well.
She did talk about making a suit of armor out of it.
We talked about making armor out of it, but after a lot of arguing we ended up settling on making her a cloak instead since mithril armor turns out to be better than dragonhide.

That said, fluff-wise, I'm still in support of dragonhide armor for Dany if it's this dragonhide. It's so, so perfect from a narrative perspective.
 
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We were going to runecraft an artifact cloak for Dany out of Tiamat's hide. I guess if we want it to be super powerful we may as well wait for the stronger Aspect we're about to shank so we can make a more powerful artifact.

I remember something about Wings of Cover 3/day being thrown around, which seems really nice. Since it's Tiamat's hide maybe a strong resistance to all elemental attacks as well.

We talked about making armor out of it, but after a lot of arguing we ended up settling on making her a cloak instead since mithril armor turns out to be better than dragonhide.

That said, fluff-wise, I'm still in support of dragonhide armor for Dany if it's this dragonhide. It's so, so perfect from a narrative perspective.

It'd also look dark fantasy as fuck.

Who doesn't want to be a living power metal album cover?
 
I'm pretty sure, that whatever happens to our plan of "stealing" Tiamat's power, even if we fail thoroughly at every single aspect of it along the way...

We'll still get to shank an aspect.
She just won't settle for anything less than an Aspect for such an attempt.

I say, even 2 RAs spent preparing for it won't be wasted - progress on Worm gets us better numbers for furture large-scale arcane complexes, and a Divine-declining amulet would still give Dany an edge in any encounter with Dragons.

...Which will be aplenty in the future, seeing that anyone from Lannisters to Hells, Others, the 15th, and possibly even Illithids... All have some.
I'm willing to bet that B!Emperor has some too.
 
I'm pretty sure, that whatever happens to our plan of "stealing" Tiamat's power, even if we fail thoroughly at every single aspect of it along the way...

We'll still get to shank an aspect.
She just won't settle for anything less than an Aspect for such an attempt.

I say, even 2 RAs spent preparing for it won't be wasted - progress on Worm gets us better numbers for furture large-scale arcane complexes, and a Divine-declining amulet would still give Dany an edge in any encounter with Dragons.

...Which will be aplenty in the future, seeing that anyone from Lannisters to Hells, Others, the 15th, and possibly even Illithids... All have some.
I'm willing to bet that B!Emperor has some too.
I'm really looking forward to Fiendish Dragons courtesy of Mammon.
 
Rereading the introduction of Olenna and Mace Tyrell (and not-so-secretly enjoying it maybe a little too much) and I ponder, you know, as I do.

Mace reveals his hidden Ace! He's actually a political operator! Oafish but keen. Tries to make himself harmless, but ambitious and insightful. Still actually an oaf, though--he's just self aware of it and decides to make it sort of a role that he plays.

His mother is silent and when she speaks there's no infamous ironic dry wit in evidence, or its very subtle as the one insult was directed at her own Fey retainers.

And in the middle of the meeting, the realization sinking in as they gauge Viserys' mood and intentions.

"Oh. Shit. He's not cautious.

"He's furious."

That and we were stealing all the scathing sarcastic vibes from her. And Margaery still wants to schmooze at us even if she doesn't want to marry us.

I kind of want to make her one of Rhaella's ladies-in-waiting, just to be a sarcastic twit at her. And I kind of hope she's sassy back, or it wouldn't be as fun.
 
Rereading the introduction of Olenna and Mace Tyrell (and not-so-secretly enjoying it maybe a little too much) and I ponder, you know, as I do.

Mace reveals his hidden Ace! He's actually a political operator! Oafish but keen. Tries to make himself harmless, but ambitious and insightful. Still actually an oaf, though--he's just self aware of it and decides to make it sort of a role that he plays.

His mother is silent and when she speaks there's no infamous ironic dry wit in evidence, or its very subtle as the one insult was directed at her own Fey retainers.

And in the middle of the meeting, the realization sinking in as they gauge Viserys' mood and intentions.

"Oh. Shit. He's not cautious.

"He's furious."

That and we were stealing all the scathing sarcastic vibes from her. And Margaery still wants to schmooze at us even if she doesn't want to marry us.

I kind of want to make her one of Rhaella's ladies-in-waiting, just to be a sarcastic twit at her. And I kind of hope she's sassy back, or it wouldn't be as fun.
Do you mean Margaery as a lady in waiting or Olenna as a lady in waiting?
 
Rereading the introduction of Olenna and Mace Tyrell (and not-so-secretly enjoying it maybe a little too much) and I ponder, you know, as I do.

Mace reveals his hidden Ace! He's actually a political operator! Oafish but keen. Tries to make himself harmless, but ambitious and insightful. Still actually an oaf, though--he's just self aware of it and decides to make it sort of a role that he plays.

His mother is silent and when she speaks there's no infamous ironic dry wit in evidence, or its very subtle as the one insult was directed at her own Fey retainers.

And in the middle of the meeting, the realization sinking in as they gauge Viserys' mood and intentions.

"Oh. Shit. He's not cautious.

"He's furious."

That and we were stealing all the scathing sarcastic vibes from her. And Margaery still wants to schmooze at us even if she doesn't want to marry us.

I kind of want to make her one of Rhaella's ladies-in-waiting, just to be a sarcastic twit at her. And I kind of hope she's sassy back, or it wouldn't be as fun.

That meeting was fun because the vote was basically always going to end up with Viserys being mad as all hell at them. Fucking treasonous cunts. I had half a mind to turn Highgarden to ash right then and there.

Edit: This is why I don't handle the diplomacy.
 
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So, we can get Abjurant Champions if we share valuable lore.
That's pretty great.

I think it might still be worth it for Waymar, he has finished his PrC now, right?
 
Canon Omake: A Wizard's Wile
A Wizard's Wile
Thirtieth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

Lilly wiped at her eyes, not because she had been crying mind you, that was for stupid little girls who weren't brave and clever like her, but because all the slapping around and shouting her father had done which got him a week in lockup and mucking the streets to 'cool his head' had her out of sorts and she always got a little leaky when he was turning back to his cups.

The image of the Dragon King leading her through the shadowed halls of his wizard school wouldn't leave her head from the moment she'd been lead to a new home by him--she learned pretty quickly not to use 'witch' lightly in the Deep, as it was more likely to get you laughed at unless you were using the word the proper way. And Lilly hated it when people laughed at her, hated it more than when they were braying or shouting or giving her a good boxing.

She swung her legs on the park bench, feeling down, when someone landed next to her. "'Ello, love." She startled, peering up at the gruff figure with corded muscle on his arms, mismatched with the soft flowing robes and the staff balanced on his knee. "You been staring at the Plinth for hours, or dawdling about the Scholar's Grove. You don't have to keep away from the Philosopher's Tree, you know. Ain't off limits so long as you're respectful to 'em Trees."

She muttered, "I got into a fight last time I got near. I mean... I argued with a sorcerer boy, and he called me stupid because I didn't believe him when he said I could never be a wit--wizard, because I was a dumb girl. Course when I pointed out that the Princess and half the Companions--them heroes the King keeps close to his side--were girls too, his friends laughed at him and now he hates me and bothers me whenever I get near there or the 'Brary." Not that she could read. "All 'cause I couldn't list off some stupid books..."

"Books ain't so stupid, is my thought on that, love. An' maybe, if you'll pardon my pondering aloud, you made him so angry because you looked down on him for it. Sure, boys an' all, got soft skins that age. 'Specially this lot," the gaffer snorted as he gestured at the still bustling square, filled with magicians going about their business, carrying books or odder things in and out of the heavily guarded Shadow Tower entrance and the hexagonal stone arch. "You want to be a mage, eh love?" She glanced down at his collar, noticing a glint of silver, thinking it passing odd the way it looked and glittered in the mage lights casting their glow upon the pair.

She wrinkled her nose. "...yes. I want..." she trailed off, suddenly realizing she was talking to a stranger. He gave her an encouraging smile. "I wanna be special, too..." she muttered, red in the face, since that was a dumb reason to want to learn magic.

"You get it then," he said with a nod. "Most say they wanted to learn the higher mysteries of the world, or fight in the King's army, or go on adventures and discover new lands and fight monsters like the Companions, but more of that lot get turned away in the end when they ain't got the guts or will to press forward the second that things are gettin' tough. Half that crock about finding worthy purpose for magic isn't worth two shakes of..." he coughed, and she had been around fighting men long enough to know one cutting himself off before he said something just an inch too crude in front of a girl. "It ain't worth as much as knowing you want it and that you'll use it for yourself. So long as you follow the laws, uphold the Charter... that's all the King can ask of us."

It was then that Lilly realized that the gaffer was a wizard himself, and she fumbled her words again as he lifted his brow in amusement at her awe.

"You applying, then?" he wondered softly. She hesitated, then nodded. "Hm. Well, you'll need to know your letters. They'll have you in a school house for months if'n you march up there without a lick of knowin', but they won't turn you away out of 'and." He mused aloud, surprising her--she had thought it would be impossible without the fancy book-learning that pimple-faced boy raved on about.

She hesitated, but saw a leading hand when it was waving right in her face clear as day. "Could you... teach me? To read, I mean! I ain't expecting handouts either, I can work..!" The man laughed.

"Well, guess you won't be needin' this then, eh apprentice?" He mused, dropping the rolled letter wrapped in crimson ribbon and sealed with the Three-Headed-Dragon. To her surprise, when she unfurled it, she understood it clearly. Must be magic, she thought. Because of course the Dragon King had magic for making his words understood by those what didn't know how to read. At this point Lilly thought King Viserys could do anything.

"The Crown has made dispensation, in light of recent entanglements of your legal guardian, pending investigation under purview..." she read on and was boggled at having even the slightest clue what most of the things it went on about meant. She understood most of it, though. "...and stipend, should you fail to show talent in matters Arcane... an orphanage?!" She said, incredulous. The gaffer--her teacher, she held out some mad hope, laughed.

"Aye, you can't take a stipend without bein' a ward of the state or from some kind of special dispensation specific to the individual--" the man trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. "They send out 'em letters all the time, keepin' urchins off the pretty and clean streets and giving them something to dream after, even if it's just tightening bolts on some engine or something like that. If you don't have a way about magic, they'd toss you in a creche and give you lessons on reading, writing and sums, at least. It ain't a bad place," he told her soothingly. "Course if you have me teach you, you'll get a cell in my town house and we'll put you on minding an' sorting reagents for a start," he said as if working through the possibilities. "Going to be going on my Journey soon, things bein' so busy lately 'cause of that, having some help around the workshop is just the thing I need."

Lilly pondered things a while longer. "What about my Pa, then?" She spoke woodenly, not sure if she should feel bad that she didn't really care he had no say in things.

"Normally he could fight it in the courts, but I doubt he will," he said with surprising coldness. "Name's Tobyis. You can call me Master Tobyis or Master, if you've made up your mind." He lifted a brow in question. She stood, maybe a little too quickly, when he got up, and followed right after him.

She didn't want to be just another forgotten dumb girl who got tossed into some pity place with the other children and told to mind herself and be thankful for what she had. That wasn't her.

It was only much later on that Lilly had noticed she'd be played like a fiddle, but she didn't really have time to mind it over much.

She was too busy trying not to set herself on fire.

...
Asset recovered. Divination results remain consistent with previous. Next time, don't make me play messenger raven for some bureaucrat's idle fancy, all because of a passing comment from someone up in the Keep or whatever brought this last batch of acquisitions up. Sifting through immigrants is scutwork. I don't care if she's supposed to be 'the Last Hero' returned because some high-handed poof shot a sponsorship her way the minute someone threw some chicken bones in a circle and danced an answer out of the future that ain't likely to even come true.

***

Noted. Await further instructions. And if you would like to lodge a complaint with the Grand Inquisitor and question his motives for how he allocates divinatory budgeting for the next quarter, you are more than free to do so.

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Right, and the next thing you're going to tell me is the King rescued her from an army of demons, and she's going to be the next Companion. I swear, this horse shite is what makes us played out to be paranoid cunts as like to bugger each other than do our jobs on them mirror plays.
 
Are we actually divining for potential mages among random kids in our city?

Only people that strike the Inquisition radar some how. Viserys is thoughtlessly generous so he had his pen write a letter to have a placement open for her if she stepped forward next month. She was helpful and he rewards good service, then thought nothing more of it... except the letter winds up on one upper-echelon bureaucrat's desk, who thinks it's strange and double checks it (without making it obvious he's second guessing the mailing system, or gasp, the King--and had a buddy in the Commissariat run a divination on her. It turned up a 'White Fire' result, which is basically "OBTAIN ASSET, REMOVE OBSTACLES" in code jargon.
 
Great work @Crake I loved the juxtaposition of almost fairy-tale like perspective from the girl and the sharp/cynical communications between the officials.

I like to imagine that Viserys does things like this and ultimately doesn't even know the runaway effect of making eccentric decisions under royal prerogative like that.

After all, no one framed her father for a crime, and she was likely to be accepted into the Scholarum anyway thanks to his sense of noblesse oblige; if a divination turns up a result that's practically screaming "on the fulcrum of fated triumph or damnation", well, it's basically the Inquisition's mission statement to swoop in and kill two birds with one stone, innit?
 
I swear, this horse shite is what makes us played out to be paranoid cunts as like to bugger each other than do our jobs on them mirror plays.
...you know I kinda wonder if eventually Inquisitors would get themselves a Mythic Rank.

As in, all of them.
Through simple power of legend surrounding their institution and deeds of faceless figures, known through rumor, stories... And plays.

Great omake, @Crake, I'm happy to see SD fleshed out more whenever we get a chance.


God knows, DP has way too much on his plate nowadays to offer the attention to details he used to :(
The setting's grown too large.

Even if I disagreed with elements of Azel's DMing, if nothing else, he doubled the amount of world we got to see at any given point of time :/
 
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