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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] Deliste

*in his mind*

Viserys: Okay Viserys, think. There's choices here. I could lure him to do the ritual with the off-chance that I would free him, but Teanna and Zherys is going to hate my hide for that. Or I could use the Old Gods' Tree to absorb this bastard, but that would take too long and could endanger my friends. I could also use Yss to eat this thing, although I'm not sure he could even put all of the structure in his mouth. Come on, use your head.

*startled*

Viserys: Ah! That's it.

*powers up, transports all of them to another plane and afterward pull his head back and use his forehead as a projectile to turn the house into rubble*

Viserys: "Ahaha... 'use my head' has never been so thematically perfect."
 
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Interlude DCIV: Of Old Duels and New Lords
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    • Of Old Duels and New Lords ​

    Second Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    They had expected to find folks here for tales of some of the men of the deep North coming to Hardhome had reached the Wall eight months ago and more, but not so many nor so well armed. They called these the Screaming Caves, Vee had heard, and she could guess why. The cold wind hissed through a thousand cracks and openings, some large enough to be doors, others the roosting places of squabbling sea birds and others still into which you could scarce fit a knife through. But though the stones talked with the voice of the wind the people who had made these caves their home seemed bound and determined to cover the sound with their comings and goings.

    Stone struck stone and knappers worked to replace spear and arrow tips, guards talked and japed, bone dice rolled and infants cried, below it all the comforting sound of countless fires crackling for food, for warmth, and a thousand other tasks meaningful for the lives of humankind. Vee had no idea why the men of the south called these folks 'wildlings' unless it be because they were poorer in craft and in gold, but if that be all that merited the name then surely the Genies of the Opaline Vault and Armun Kelisk should name all that lived under the sun by the same name.

    "The Chief'll see ye now, raven-favored," a woman's voice rang out from deeper inside the caves—a dark-haired woman with a heavy steel spear, the mark of rank and fortune, slung over her shoulder. "Don't worry, I told 'im not to shoot arrows at you lest one of ye turn into a Dragon."

    At that the Dragon looked at her in askance. "You see deeper than most of your kin," he said, his pride tickled Vee knew. That part of him was as soft as his scales were hard.

    "I'm not a witch if that's what ye mean, I just got a good memory," the woman replied. "I met your King when he was out wandering the wilds looking for old magics. Saw the Children with my own eyes I did."

    "You're Elle, aren't you? Dany told me about you, how you helped fight the carrion beasts and offered to duel the Great Bear..." Waymar trailed off, near enough to offering to kill the monster for her from the looks of things. Thank Tree and Snake he kept the offer behind his teeth, this didn't look like one who'd take it well.

    "Aye, I fought it, nearly died, but he had to call quarter or I would have put a spear through his eye," came the quietly proud reply. It was only then that Vee realized that the weapon she was carrying wasn't steel at all, but True Silver fitted onto a shaft of ashwood.

    "And where did you obtain such a weapon?" Amrelath asked, a gleam like fire in his eye.

    "Traded it with your folk up in Skane," the spear-wife replied. "Now come on, Mance's waiting and he doesn't have the time for me to tell you the whole tale."

    As they passed deeper into the caves one wit called after them, "It's not like you'd have to tell them yourself, Elle, you've trotted out that tale so many times any man or woman in the camp can tell it and likely half the suckling babes."

    Elle pretended not to hear, though there was a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.

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    The faint sound of lute strings being idly picked echoed through the tunnels, its source not long in showing himself. Mance Rayder, Chief of Hardhome, was a man of middling height but with a warrior's broadness to his shoulders with brown hair down to his shoulders starting to go to grey. Unlike many of the more well off Free Folk he wore leather and fur, not a chain shirt or other southern steel here in the caves, confident he wouldn't lose them as soon as he set them down. Upon his shoulders a black leather cloak was patched with red silk that gleamed and shimmered in the firelight.


    The music trailed off at the sight of them, though the deft fingers strung another note or two from habit before he got up off the bench and looked them up and down. "It isn't often that a man finds wizards at his door with ravens playing heralds, though more often now in these strange times to be sure."

    Not half as strange as it might have been, Vee thought briefly, wondering how he would have taken a two-headed snake man. To judge from the quick light in his eyes and the ease with which he spoke with mayhap better than most, but the guards at the gate would likely have raised a ruckus, so Riz'Neth had stayed back.

    "We aim to look through the city and find out more of what it was that ended it," Waymar answered pliantly like he usually did.

    "Well now, that's a mighty long way to come for some idle fancy about days long passed, ain't it?" Mance asked, leaning in close. "You think there's something still here, don't you?" he whispered.

    "Aye, there is," Vee replied, remembering the unnatural quiet of the city below the cliffs. "Know anything about it?"

    "Oh, I know a tale or ten, but if you want me to tell it I'm gonna need something from you," the Free Folk chief replied.

    "Name it," the Dragon hissed, the light in his eyes a warning to any who would think to ask too much of him.

    "I wanna come along and see it put to rest," Mance replied, his face as hard as stone. "A king doesn't let strangers fight his battles."

    OOC: Sorry this took so long, I had to roll a lot of background stuff for Elle to see if she lived to show up here.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    Of Old Duels and New Lords ​

    Second Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    "Aye, I fought it, nearly died, but he had to call quorter or I would have put a spear though it's eye," came the quietly proud reply. It was only then that Vee realized that the weapon she was varying wasn't steel at all but true silver fitted onto a shaft of ashwood.
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    And the bear yielded, I don't remember that being her plan but I'm definitely glad to hear it.

    Mance Rayder loyalty bought in shared blood.
     
    Well then. DP just upstaged our insane plan with a background NPC in an interlude, while we were voting the plan.

    We need to dial it up to eleven! We can't let this wild woman upstage us!
     
    Mance: "So I'll tell you everything, if you let me come along and claim credit by merit of being the only one to stick around to boast about the fact I was there to kill whatever's living there still."

    Amrelath: "You're lucky I don't care about reputation unless it's one who eviscerates all who opposes him. Good luck with my cousin, however."

    Mance: "Pardon?"

    Amrelath: "If you elect your leader based on how much you can boast of, or how sweet your words, much less how strong your swordarm is, you will not be 'King' for very long."
     
    Crake said:
    Mance: "So I'll tell you everything, if you let me come along and claim credit by merit of being the only one to stick around to boast about the fact I was there to kill whatever's living there still."

    Amrelath: "You're lucky I don't care about reputation unless it's one who eviscerates all who opposes him. Good luck with my cousin, however."

    Mance: "Pardon?"

    Amrelath: "If you elect your leader based on how much you can boast of, or how sweet your words, much less how strong your swordarm is, you will not be 'King' for very long."
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    Amrelath: "Also he beat you to the Thenns."
     
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    Adhoc vote count started by egoo on Oct 11, 2019 at 9:20 AM, finished with 130 posts and 21 votes.
    • [X] Get Out of There
      -[X] Buffs to Viserys and Companions
      -[X] Wild Arcana Greater Mindscape
      -[X] If entering into a Mindscape with N'Gath to face Viserys and his companions.
      -[X] Create the Mindscape with Harmful trait, a Finite, Immersive scape of a short beach surrounded by ever towering cliffs and ocean stretching into the distance.
      -[X] All available re-rolls and alterations bent towards succeeding the contest of will.
      -[X] Benerro and Ser Richard to stand guard over those who enter the Mindscape.
      [X] Confer with your Companions and Allies: "What do you think? Could we return him to life with a light heart? Perhaps not, but it would save the lives of others to consider it at least."
      -[X] You may be Lord of Volantis but that rule is newly forged, so obviously you won't go forward with it without at least tentative agreement from the others.
      -[X] Viserys makes it clear just by suggesting it this is his desired route, but he elaborates to everyone on why. He has four ideas given the information presented and he challenges anyone to present an alternative:
      -[X] Option #1, we resurrect Tagor and we can likely put this threat to rest here and now with the minimum amount (still quite a good deal) of risk to personal safety.
      -[X] Option #2, we lie our asses off to someone who likely could not remember one good thing about that night and would really rather be as far away from this mansion as possible at all costs. This might not even work.
      -[X] Option #3, we prepare a ritual using divine aid from the Old Gods, guaranteed to be painful and require a number of powerful mages and champions to defend the caster and weirwood sapling all the way through. Could be extremely dangerous if interrupted.
      -[X] Option #4, canvas the place for hidden traps and tricks while fighting off the environment, disarm any we find, and then destroy the whole complex. No building, no bindings, but plenty of residue and material to track it down or even curse it from afar if necessary.
      [x] Restore Tagar to life
      [X] Seek a blood relative of Tagar and try to fulfill the conditions to undo the binning
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    Also, wow. Hardhome was NOT a good choice for the wildlings to make their base camp, though I suppose they didn't have many options since the Giants beat them to the Fist of the First Men.
     
    That picture of Mance has convinced me he needs to start Planetos's first Power Metal band.
     
    Duesal said:
    @DragonParadox, are we or the Night's Watch aware of the Horn of Winter IC? I want that thing firmly in our hands.
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    You know the old legend yes

    Vote closed
    Adhoc vote count started by egoo on Oct 11, 2019 at 9:20 AM, finished with 130 posts and 21 votes.
    • [X] Get Out of There
      -[X] Buffs to Viserys and Companions
      -[X] Wild Arcana Greater Mindscape
      -[X] If entering into a Mindscape with N'Gath to face Viserys and his companions.
      -[X] Create the Mindscape with Harmful trait, a Finite, Immersive scape of a short beach surrounded by ever towering cliffs and ocean stretching into the distance.
      -[X] All available re-rolls and alterations bent towards succeeding the contest of will.
      -[X] Benerro and Ser Richard to stand guard over those who enter the Mindscape.
      [X] Confer with your Companions and Allies: "What do you think? Could we return him to life with a light heart? Perhaps not, but it would save the lives of others to consider it at least."
      -[X] You may be Lord of Volantis but that rule is newly forged, so obviously you won't go forward with it without at least tentative agreement from the others.
      -[X] Viserys makes it clear just by suggesting it this is his desired route, but he elaborates to everyone on why. He has four ideas given the information presented and he challenges anyone to present an alternative:
      -[X] Option #1, we resurrect Tagor and we can likely put this threat to rest here and now with the minimum amount (still quite a good deal) of risk to personal safety.
      -[X] Option #2, we lie our asses off to someone who likely could not remember one good thing about that night and would really rather be as far away from this mansion as possible at all costs. This might not even work.
      -[X] Option #3, we prepare a ritual using divine aid from the Old Gods, guaranteed to be painful and require a number of powerful mages and champions to defend the caster and weirwood sapling all the way through. Could be extremely dangerous if interrupted.
      -[X] Option #4, canvas the place for hidden traps and tricks while fighting off the environment, disarm any we find, and then destroy the whole complex. No building, no bindings, but plenty of residue and material to track it down or even curse it from afar if necessary.
      [x] Restore Tagar to life
      [X] Seek a blood relative of Tagar and try to fulfill the conditions to undo the binning
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