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

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DragonParadox said:
Guardians Upon the Shore ​

Seventh Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

Armor creaked and gravel crunched underfoot as Ser Kennos of Kayce breathed in the cold night air. The arcane metal didn't even smell like iron, nary a hint of rust, even the polish smelled of fresh spring herbs more than the faintly rancid oils even the most dutiful of knights had to learn to ignore eventually. Then Lady Leila tapped him on the shoulder giving him some kind of magic blessing that made the air around him ripple with subtle sorcery and then another that rang like a clarion call in his mind before doing the same to Ser Roger.
"I wish we had some sort of veiling magic," the other knight groused as he hefted his great mace gleaming black in the moonlight. How he was planning to sneak up on anything with that great man-killer of a weapon only the Lord of Light knew.

"It's unlikely we could creep up unseen on one of the Deep Masters with only the simplest of veils and if you would wish for the greaater ones than you might as well wish for a companion to kill that thing," Wisdom Weaver replied as she closed her eyes to summon her own strange magics.

"Well I for one do not wish for a Companion," the little blue dragon-fey said. "They would steal all the glory and anyway I can go proper unseen just fine, see?" With these words she vanished again from sight.

"No, I don't," Kennos chuckled. There was something strangely comfortable about an ally who approached the prospect of battle with the same carefree curiosity she gave the idea of morning tea.

With these last words the two knights nodded at each other and stepped past to the edge of the stone they had been hiding behind, pebbles tumbled down the slope to the shore.

"For the Dragon!" the two westerlanders shouted, their war cries drowning out the the monster as it spoke and even the sound of the sea behind him as the captain cried out in shock and fear and tried to scramble for the boarding axe at his side.

The made no sound, nor was there any fear upon its hideous bronze visage. Instead Kennos heard it slithering into his mind like black magots. "Here I thought I would have to look for my meal tonight. My thanks for the sacrifice of giving yourselves to me." The most horrifying part of those words, enough to pass even through the haze of battle was that they did not feel like a threat or some black jest, it felt sincere.

Thunder roared around the thing as Lady Leila but it steed unmoved like a rock in a gale, a bolt of boiling fire splashed against it, but it slid off with not a single scorch mark. Lord of Light give me strength to carry the torch given to me, Kennos prayed silently and he felt the will of R'hllor fill him with more strength than any spell. Golden light raced up the edge of his sword as he raised it to strike the misshapen head from the thing's shoulders, but in an almost lazy motion the Deep Master motioned with one of its words and the air around it twisted unnaturally turning the blow aside as hungry black flames kindled upon his other blade, a brand torn free from hell's won heart.

But as the deep master's eyes were fixed on Kennos Roger's mace thundered down upon the creature's arm, bruising unnaturally soft flesh and the stolen bone beneath it. There was no pain in its dreadful 'voice', only a sort of cold glee. "I see you have brought her... good."

A formless grey hole seemed to open in the air behind the monster and it began to fall backwards. It was going after Jeyne. Ser Roger's hammer smashed down again with more desperation that skill, turned aside by the magic, but this time Kennos' fury would not be turned aside. Valyrian steel bit through the twisted magic and into the flesh of the monster's shoulder, ending the spell before it had been fully cast. To add insult to injury the fey dragon's chirping filled the air and the black fire blade slipped from the foe's grip, with a little help from Lady Leila do judge from the lurch in Kennos' stomach that heralded fate unwound.

Alas that the other sword was no less deadly, the bronze slipping through the joints of Kennos' armor with impossible swiftness and speed. It was like fighting Ser Lonmouth, a small panicked voice in the back of his mind noted. No if you were fighting Ser Lonmouth you would be dead already, another part of him added in rather unhelpful counterpoint to the line to agony under his arm. Why was everything getting blurry?

Poison or some curse on the sword, the knight realized grimly, wondering if he was about to meet R'hllor so soon after finding his faith. Then another bold of magic arced overhead and the monster's head caught fire, bronze boiling upon it, a smell like charred fish filling the air.

"You presume... much... little... toy," rage black as the ocean's depths filled the deep master's words as it began to motion again to work its far-striding magic.

Then the black hammer of Ser Roger Rayne smashed into the side of its head making the soft bronze ring like a bell and the foe crumple to a heap.

OOC: Since I know you guys are going to ask, everyone besides Leila who just got a level on her last important fight, everyone levels up from this. That was a 10th level Ilithid Psychic Warrior (as in 10 HD total not racial +10 levels). It had very good odds of garbing Jeyne and running off with her, or even killing one of the knight if it had both swords and the power it invested into the attack, before a grease spell got in the way. Not yet edited.
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Damn, that's a whopping set of level-ups to vote on.
 
DragonParadox said:
Guardians Upon the Shore ​

Seventh Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

Armor creaked and gravel crunched underfoot as Ser Kennos of Kayce breathed in the cold night air. The arcane metal didn't even smell like iron, nary a hint of rust, even the polish smelled of fresh spring herbs more than the faintly rancid oils even the most dutiful of knights had to learn to ignore eventually. Then Lady Leila tapped him on the shoulder giving him some kind of magic blessing that made the air around him ripple with subtle sorcery and then another that rang like a clarion call in his mind before doing the same to Ser Roger.
"I wish we had some sort of veiling magic," the other knight groused as he hefted his great mace gleaming black in the moonlight. How he was planning to sneak up on anything with that great man-killer of a weapon only the Lord of Light knew.

"It's unlikely we could creep up unseen on one of the Deep Masters with only the simplest of veils and if you would wish for the greaater ones than you might as well wish for a companion to kill that thing," Wisdom Weaver replied as she closed her eyes to summon her own strange magics.

"Well I for one do not wish for a Companion," the little blue dragon-fey said. "They would steal all the glory and anyway I can go proper unseen just fine, see?" With these words she vanished again from sight.

"No, I don't," Kennos chuckled. There was something strangely comfortable about an ally who approached the prospect of battle with the same carefree curiosity she gave the idea of morning tea.

With these last words the two knights nodded at each other and stepped past to the edge of the stone they had been hiding behind, pebbles tumbled down the slope to the shore.

"For the Dragon!" the two westerlanders shouted, their war cries drowning out the the monster as it spoke and even the sound of the sea behind him as the captain cried out in shock and fear and tried to scramble for the boarding axe at his side.

The made no sound, nor was there any fear upon its hideous bronze visage. Instead Kennos heard it slithering into his mind like black magots. "Here I thought I would have to look for my meal tonight. My thanks for the sacrifice of giving yourselves to me." The most horrifying part of those words, enough to pass even through the haze of battle was that they did not feel like a threat or some black jest, it felt sincere.

Thunder roared around the thing as Lady Leila but it steed unmoved like a rock in a gale, a bolt of boiling fire splashed against it, but it slid off with not a single scorch mark. Lord of Light give me strength to carry the torch given to me, Kennos prayed silently and he felt the will of R'hllor fill him with more strength than any spell. Golden light raced up the edge of his sword as he raised it to strike the misshapen head from the thing's shoulders, but in an almost lazy motion the Deep Master motioned with one of its words and the air around it twisted unnaturally turning the blow aside as hungry black flames kindled upon his other blade, a brand torn free from hell's won heart.

But as the deep master's eyes were fixed on Kennos Roger's mace thundered down upon the creature's arm, bruising unnaturally soft flesh and the stolen bone beneath it. There was no pain in its dreadful 'voice', only a sort of cold glee. "I see you have brought her... good."

A formless grey hole seemed to open in the air behind the monster and it began to fall backwards. It was going after Jeyne. Ser Roger's hammer smashed down again with more desperation that skill, turned aside by the magic, but this time Kennos' fury would not be turned aside. Valyrian steel bit through the twisted magic and into the flesh of the monster's shoulder, ending the spell before it had been fully cast. To add insult to injury the fey dragon's chirping filled the air and the black fire blade slipped from the foe's grip, with a little help from Lady Leila do judge from the lurch in Kennos' stomach that heralded fate unwound.

Alas that the other sword was no less deadly, the bronze slipping through the joints of Kennos' armor with impossible swiftness and speed. It was like fighting Ser Lonmouth, a small panicked voice in the back of his mind noted. No if you were fighting Ser Lonmouth you would be dead already, another part of him added in rather unhelpful counterpoint to the line to agony under his arm. Why was everything getting blurry?

Poison or some curse on the sword, the knight realized grimly, wondering if he was about to meet R'hllor so soon after finding his faith. Then another bold of magic arced overhead and the monster's head caught fire, bronze boiling upon it, a smell like charred fish filling the air.

"You presume... much... little... toy," rage black as the ocean's depths filled the deep master's words as it began to motion again to work its far-striding magic.

Then the black hammer of Ser Roger Rayne smashed into the side of its head making the soft bronze ring like a bell and the foe crumple to a heap.

OOC: Since I know you guys are going to ask, everyone besides Leila who just got a level on her last important fight, everyone levels up from this. That was a 10th level Ilithid Psychic Warrior (as in 10 HD total not racial +10 levels). It had very good odds of garbing Jeyne and running off with her, or even killing one of the knight if it had both swords and the power it invested into the attack, before a grease spell got in the way. Not yet edited.
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And thus the dreaded Tentacle-Beard falls in battle, slain by his prospective dinner.

It is great to see Leila embracing her newly chosen role of adventurer. Too bad squid face's Spell Resistance was so high. She still provided valuable buffs, though, so her efforts weren't wasted.
 
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DragonParadox said:
OOC: Since I know you guys are going to ask everyone besides Leila, who just got a level on her last important fight, levels up from this. That was a 10th level Ilithid Psychic Warrior. It had very good odds of grabbing Jeyne and running off with her, or even killing one of the knights if it had both swords and the power it invested into the attack, before a Grease spell got in the way.
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Wait level 10 on top of it being a Mind Flayer or 2 levels on top of being a Mindflayer making it a CR 10?
 
egoo said:
Honestly, buying it all in a batch would just make most research we come up in the future a bit easier.

It is only simpler to do (OOC), than trying to go through the entire RA-list, picking out the avenues with the least background knowledge...

And then having DP roll separately for everything.


I'm not going to push for this unless I get some support from the thread, but I'm even less interested in trying to pick our specific lores from all the libraries around*.

God knows, we have enough unnecessary rolling happening already.

*2(!) extraplanar library complexes we can enter freely, Efreeti and Helllven's markets, whatever's on PoW... and The Librarian.
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I want the library.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Oct 10, 2019 at 3:51 PM, finished with 99 posts and 11 votes.
  • [X] Try to convince the wraith to explain what happened on the day of the summoning
    -[X] Blood Wish a Zone of Silence spell so that we can converse with the Wraith without being overheard. Ask Varys to Telepathically inform the Herald we are doing this to gain the Wraith's trust.
    -[X] Play upon the Wraith's guilt and regrets to convince it to tell us of the day it died and what it did to not only Summon the Herald, but to bind it to the mansion. If it balks, fearing we will work with the Herald, outright admit we have no intentions of freeing N'Gath which don't include it's capture or destruction. The Herald erred in letting us know the Wraith held the key to it's prison.
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Deliste said:
I want the library.
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Alright, that's approximately 2.5 people, counting me and that one person still reading though the quest.

1.5 million IM for a librarian and his entire stock.

If noone adds support/objections now, Imma (probably) gonna push for eeet.
};V


das_slash said:
I'm not entirely sure myself, I'm waiting on @egoo to shed some light.
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*having read only about a quarter by now*

Basically, switch all spider-themed stuff for KGB, Putin and corruption-riddled oligarchy-esque despotism, and you'll get Underda-
Oh, wait.
[:V]
 
egoo said:
If noone adds support/objections now, Imma (probably) gonna push for eeet.
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Do it! Heh, throw around that bling. One Turtle ship raid and we make it all back anyway. Speaking off go to the biggest book store we can find in the Plane of Earth and the Plane of Water and buy them out too.

Same with a Plant and Sea creature store in the Plane of Water. Have DP spend a day just combing through obscure dnd sea creatures and plants and roll for em.

At a bare minimum I remember mentions somewhere in the thread of Pearl's that glow in the presence of Aberrations. I want the clams that make them. Whatever they use to make cities in the water and how they make it.
 
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Abhishek M said:
Speaking off go to the biggest book store we can find in the Plane of Earth
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iirc, The Librarian is, in fact, the largest bookstore around those parts.
...Aside from their Spire, but it's not like we can buy any of their lore that easily.

Which is why the thought is even considered at all.

We'll see what Lore, mercanaries, crafters and loot PoW has for sale, we'll be there for a fair bit.
 
egoo said:
iirc, The Librarian is, in fact, the largest bookstore around those parts.
...Aside from their Spire, but it's not like we can buy any of their lore that easily.
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Nah, The Librarian is the biggest in Plane of Air right? Get the biggest private one in the Plane of Eath and the one it PoW too. Start collecting librarians.

If we cant hire instructors from the city we will buy entire shops! Heh.

Also what did you think of my idea for a Hoard of Hippogriff riding Heralds (not the constructs) acting as elite mailmen?
 
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