A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Personally? I want Casters. Lots and lots of Casters. Wizard Treants, Cleric Treants, Druid Treants. I want the day they walk out of the Forge to look like the last March of the Ents come again. Hoards of caster Leshy backup symure. Plus enough Colossal Mantarays to look like a tidal wave. But mostly? Caster Treants.
What would a Aquatic Treant be? Would it be made out of Coral?
Failing that? I'd settle for a Splinter Drake Division for the Legions.
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Hmmm maybe not the Wizard template. Druid and Cleric are probably the best ones for Treants.
egoo
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For every of 26 Heart Trwes I aim to raise next turn, I think we need no less than:
2 Verdant Wolves,
2 Advacced Druid Lorus Leshi
1 Druid/Cleric Treant
We are going to really thin out our line of potential defense with them - we can't possibly fight off a coordinated attack at several of them at once, so at least this much plants are needed to make sure we have some chance of Trees staying unharmed.
Side note, shall we start on trying to relocate Far North's Heart Trees now, or do that as a dedicated Major Action when Ohers start really encroaching?
2 Verdant Wolves,
2 Advacced Druid Lorus Leshi
1 Druid/Cleric Treant
We are going to really thin out our line of potential defense with them - we can't possibly fight off a coordinated attack at several of them at once, so at least this much plants are needed to make sure we have some chance of Trees staying unharmed.
Side note, shall we start on trying to relocate Far North's Heart Trees now, or do that as a dedicated Major Action when Ohers start really encroaching?
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Crake
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Well, first, we should actually move our first one to understand the actual process behind it, since we've never done it before, and doing it for the first time in somewhere as hostile as Beyond the Wall even during Summer (since Winter cheats) isn't a good idea.
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We can experiment with one close to the Wall. Even if Winter tries to retaliate it'd have a lot of ground to cover. And there are a lot of Weirwood Heart Trees to choose from there.
We could easily just give the Night's Watch their fourth tree for our experimental run.
egoo
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Or, ooor, we could do what I came up with earlier, and move the one in Stannis' yard - while switching it out for an exact fleshforged copy under several layers of illusions.
Two ducks in one shot.
Crake
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It can wait, so it should wait. There's plenty of stuff that can't.
egoo
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The longer we wait on this, the later we'll get support of Storm God though.
We can't even properly feed him with Deep Ones before that
And it's still minor enough to fit as an MA.
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The Tree of Storm's End has to stay in place unless we want to blatantly announce to Westeros that Stannis is ours. The Storm God equally isn't an urgent priority, and Stannis himself probably needs a while longer to come to terms with serving us before we turn him from the Seven.The longer we wait on this, the later we'll get support of Storm God though.
We can't even properly feed him with Deep Ones before that
And it's still minor enough to fit as an MA.
As for the upcoming war with the Deep Ones, I never expected the Storm God to be of much aid in the initial encounter. He was a long-term investment. I want his help against the Long Night to counter the Others and their Air Domain. I want his help against the Deep Ones in their citadels in defiled Nirvana.
Things like this shouldn't be rushed, they'll end up half as effective.
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Air, Storms, Nobility, and War. You better believe he'll be useful once we get a Grand Temple to him up and running in Sorcerer's Deep.
Jack vile Ripper
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Air, Storms, Nobility, and War. You better believe he'll be useful once we get a Grand Temple to him up and running in Sorcerer's Deep.
Any god of Martial Prowess is always a +1 on my book. Unless they're Ares themed. Then they could go die in R'hllor's Fire.
About the Treants...I am reminded about the old Sacrificial weapon idea for the Old Gods. You know the one that needed to be part wood and made os something not metal. That you absolutely had to use in battle to earn points to a new hearttree. Probably spontaneously grown from the weapon you got 50 HD worth of kills with it?
What I'm getting at us anyone wanna arm our Advanced Cleric/Druid Treants with giant spears, hammers or axes?
I'm picturing a giant Hardened Obsidian edged Glaive with a wooden Weirwood shaft. Or spear.
What I'm getting at us anyone wanna arm our Advanced Cleric/Druid Treants with giant spears, hammers or axes?
I'm picturing a giant Hardened Obsidian edged Glaive with a wooden Weirwood shaft. Or spear.
I am intrigued. Whatcha have in mind?
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Canon Omake: Winding Down with the Wind
Crake
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Winding Down with the Wind
First Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
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Stoic as a Stormlander could be, neither of the men present was wont to sit in brooding silence, especially not when there was a mood of revelry not fifty feet away, though one among them was content with quiet conversation with the only man among them born-and-raised at court. Yet they did for they were without the usual company for good cheer and games, Thoros away on some business at the still coming-together Red Temple halfway across the city from them, and Ser Kennos of Kayce with him. Lastly of all the feminine charm of their ill-fitted lot was absent on some business herself.
Within the private hall their company was granted, only two others besides than them were yet present, one who had been unable to drink there for nearly going on a year now, another who had become a regular patron again by sheer serendipity... though could it truly be called that, when the Dragon King was at play? When he had asked Ceria what magics were barred to the young King, since she could not weave spells like some of the other mages on the island who studied sorcery in a tower hidden inside everlasting shadows, yet had access to some that none of them could hope to call upon, she had merely looked at him and said 'none' and then walked away.
That had shaken Criston more than anything else she could have said, since he had gotten used to knowing that all the monsters and mages they had faced were limited in some fashion, hamstrung by their own nature or calling.
"So," began the man with just the first beginnings of gray flecking his black beard while he nursed a tankard of ale, staring at the youngest man in the room, blue eyes sharp, "My daughter take you into her bed?"
It was with a great force of will that Criston did not spit out his ale, and poor old Ser Bonifer could not manage to avoid coughing up a third of his at the gaffe. For Denys' part, the boy sat there also brooding, if for different reasons and mooning over those love letters of his, and had barely batted an eyelash. "No, I love her like a sister," he replied with surety and grace. Uther let loose a sound half-way between a growl and a laugh.
"You've got stones, lad, and I believe you at that. So what lass has you making sad eyes over her, then?" He snatched away the letter, then recoiled quickly at the seal as if he had taken hold of a snake. "A Dornishwoman? Well, it could be worse I suppose," the older man mused. "So a cousin of that Prince Doran, then? Maybe a niece? Tricky hand, that, considering I hear tell one of the Companions of the Dragon King is a Sand Snake." He lifted a brow as Denys manfully looked ahead, lip twitching wryly.
"She's wanted to talk to me about that for a while now, but she has other concerns calling her away than my circumstances," Denys said dismissively and self-deprecatingly, that Criston finally had enough.
"Gods sake, lad. Either drop the woman like a kettle and move on with your life or man up over it already. She's a woman grown just about and no clucking hen or fragile dove." No, she's only a Princess of Dorne and the heir to a Kingdom beside, surely there had been less ambitious men hoping to sleep their way into power and influence, why Prince Daemon Targaryen had the balls to try for two dragonriders, Criston thought, scarcely able to imagine how the boy had gotten himself into that tangle. Still, he hadn't ended up poisoned over some gallantry and perfumed letters, so maybe Prince Doran didn't think much of it to begin with.
"I wasn't born for this kind of thing," Denys said sullenly. "But then I suppose I wasn't born for a lot of things, was I?" He said the last more cheerfully, a forced kind that demanded the subject be dropped. "Ser Bonifer, how goes your trials and tribulations?"
"Well enough, Ser Denys," Bonifer Hasty returned gamely, favoring the lad with a smile. "I daresay that Ser Gerold has grown to tolerate me after a fashion, and I consider Lord Mors to be a good friend." He paused, as if uncertain whether he should be offering up praise or condemnation for the last. "Lady Dirriz is as bold as she is brave." Ser Bonifer did not, on the other hand, seem to find it even slightly strange to refer to the little fairy blighter--Criston meant Dragon, of course, eyes casting shiftily about the Fey-run Inn, where secrets were coin as much as mockery might become a gambler's debt--as a 'lady' of all things.
"Ser Gerold Dayne is a dangerous man," Denys returned hesitatingly, "But a good sword at your side can help as much as battle magics at times," he continued with faint praise. Something amusing about that, Criston smirked, not thinking it was because his pretty Princess had likely mooned after the Dayne knight a time or two or three or forty times whenever his name came up, but then the Dayne did not make friends lightly, a prickly bugger a touch too quick to reach for his sword rather than honing his tongue for a rejoinder.
"Gods, if only you'd been born a Stormlander," Uther Storm growled, slamming his drink down on the table, "At least the boy sees sense, never trust a Dornishman--", he broke off, even as Criston finished for him.
"Unless it's to trap a passage or secure the whores." The two chuckled in typical Marcher fashion, even as Ser Bonifer sighed lightly and Denys rolled his eyes.
Ceria blasted through the doors like a hurricane, some subtle magic about the place letting in only a short sprig of laughter and revelry from outside the room before they shuddered closed. Criston half-rose from his seat and reached for his sword before noticing her waving him down. "What is it?" Denys asked, concerned.
"We've got work," she replied, tossing a pile of letters bound in crimson silk on top of the table and maps to go with them. There was a nervous air about her, Criston noticed, not even her daft father had missed it.
"What's wrong?" Uther asked softly, with more tact than he'd shown the boy.
"Too many plates spinning in the air," Ceria replied, holding herself close. "Things are changing so quickly." She shot a glance at Ser Bonifer, as if just noticing him there.
The lad rose from his seat and walked around the table, raising both hands, "I trust him," Denys spoke calmly, approaching her like a wounded animal and drawing her into a half-hug. "What was in the letter?" He repeated the question.
"The future," Ceria replied, holding the other document close to her chest, secrets dancing behind her stormy eyes. "And burdens from the past. Let us deal with the past first before we consider tomorrow."
"Aye," Criston agreed quietly, "Tomorrow's tomorrow, and we've got ourselves today to deal with."
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Not true.
Viserys is eternally barred from bardic arts.
Crake
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Bards are always unappreciated... but that's also false, he's been able to Wish up those spells for awhile.
Jack vile Ripper
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No worries, his mother compensates that fact with a charm.
Now to TRULY make herself into a Good and Proper Bard, she needs to woo half of the Prime Material and Makes Archons fall from sheer singing voice alone.
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I don't think so?
I'll have to reread, but I think the Bard-only spells can't be wished for.
Crake
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- Duplicate any sorcerer/wizard spell of 6th level or lower, provided the spell is not of a school prohibited to you.
- Duplicate any other spell of 5th level or lower, provided the spell is not of a school prohibited to you.
- Duplicate any sorcerer/wizard spell of 5th level or lower, even if it's of a prohibited school.
- Duplicate any other spell of 4th level or lower, even if it's of a prohibited school.
- Undo the harmful effects of many spells, such as geas/quest or insanity.
- Produce any other effect whose power level is in line with the above effects, such as a single creature automatically hitting on its next attack or taking a -7 penalty on its next saving throw.
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I love our bullshit powers so, so much. We earned every scrap of it, clawing our way up from nothing.
Great omake, @Crake. I'm looking forward to how they deal with the Riverland Witch Covens.
True. Blood Wish, and now Miracle.
Bard-only spells can be wished for, @Crake is correct. Here is the wording for Blood Wish:
EDIT: Faceless'd.
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True.
But DP still didn't allow us Glibness, even with that.
egoo
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...alright, here is where I draw the line.
Viserys, Bard spells?
Wish is so bullshit.
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