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@DragonParadox, is there a chance Fearex has been getting her own class levels as part of her research? The more I read the more I'm getting a feeling she's not just a Mature Adult Brine Dragon.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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This is one of those times where you have gotten hyper-focused on a desired outcome and are ignoring all the evidence which should let you know that it isn't possible, including four or five posts from DP.
On a different topic, any chance we'll see more adventures from Falabix sometime soon?
Valyria, or rather the outskirts of Valyria at New Lys'os are nowhere near as tainted as the Sea of Wraiths.
It's entirely posibile yes.
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Fingers crossed for her corpse being more valuable.
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[X] Goldfish
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[X] Goldfish
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
If DP says it's impossible then I'm ready to give up, but DP merely said it would be more work than it would likely be worth, so I wanted to see if I could come up with an idea to make it easier, it seems I couldn't, but at least now I know why it's so hard to do, namely that the old gods are uniquely vulnerable to this kind of corruption, which I think is valuable information, both because it tell us if we get more reason to clear this place, we shouldn't use the old gods for it, and because we just learned about a potential angle of attack against the old gods, which we now might work to mitigate.
Maybe I haven't really been feeling much inspiration lately, but I'm willing to give it a try tomorrow.
Could we begin clearing the sea by growing a Weirwood on the edge of it then? Or is the Sea of Wraiths a all or nothing place, as far as corruption goes?
It's all or nothing I'm afraid, beyond the borders of the sea of wraiths is just a lot of water with nothing to root a heart tree to.
Interlude next, Richard Rina and Mercy in the Riverlands clearing a barrow.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
Ok guess we will have to find another way to clean this place out, or just not clean this place out.
Well that or come back to it, if we ever make Weirwoods corruption resistant for other reasons.
I found some spells that might be useful for this, supposing they're approved.
Draconic Reservoir like protection from energy, but you can take the absorbed energy and release it in a melee attack. Smaller absorption pool though.
Draconic suppression target dragon loses its breath weapon and gets treated as one age category lower for special abilities purposes on a failed fort save.
Dragon Turtle Shell natural attacks on the caster are treated as one size category lower per 5 caster levels.
Not useful all the time, but in this case we could mess up its regular abilities enough to make melee the safe option. Then we can use stuff like Befouled Fortune with less risk.
Draconic Reservoir like protection from energy, but you can take the absorbed energy and release it in a melee attack. Smaller absorption pool though.
Draconic suppression target dragon loses its breath weapon and gets treated as one age category lower for special abilities purposes on a failed fort save.
Dragon Turtle Shell natural attacks on the caster are treated as one size category lower per 5 caster levels.
Not useful all the time, but in this case we could mess up its regular abilities enough to make melee the safe option. Then we can use stuff like Befouled Fortune with less risk.
Interlude in beta.
Interlude DCXXV: Of Graves Old and New
Of Graves Old and New
Eighth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Rina did not expect to find any news of note about Hork's Hill in Saltpans proper, if even Lord Danar, a sorcerer of the far north where the old tales lingered and a servant of the Gods Tree, Stone and Stream, knew not a whisper of the darkness that lay within the hill even though he had passed so close to it, then what could the simple folk of Saltpans know of such things? But still she looked, it was good tradecraft the lord High Inquisitor had said, the way a master tailor might comment on the virtues of crossed stitching to keep a tunic from fraying at the sleeves.
Like it or not Rina was the best person for this particular sort of 'stitching' besides. Mercy was a foreigner clear as day, Ser Lonmouth was a cold death with a blade, more used to standing in a corner glaring at folk while King Viserys charmed them, and Sal'Niss was... a giant snake with a man's head. Much as he might like to 'engage in philosophical discourse with the lateborn' the only thing he was likely to inspire in the good people of Saltpans was a panic.
So Rina sat in the Pig's Ear and listened in on the rumors making the rounds, dutifully sipping the thin sour beer and occasionally warning off men who thought that a woman who walked into a tavern alone must be selling her charms. If there was one good thing about the way winter reflected in her eyes it was how well that worked now.
"Back in my day, Hork's Hill used to be a place to take a lass for a romp if her father had too sharp an eye on his barn," one old fellow, with a few red hairs still peeking out through his beard like embers on a snowy field, said.
"What lasses would those be, Harry?" another fellow, bald as an egg and wrinkly as an old prune, asked. "You sure you ain't getting that confused with the time you took a bunch of sheep up there?"
'Harry' took the jest poorly indeed, going so red in the face that Rina suspected he might be about to start a fight no matter how much his bones might creak or how much beer he'd had. "Talk to Ser Quincy, why don't you," he shouted. "Or do you think he was taking sheep up the hill?"
"I remember that day," the tavern-keeper spoke up unexpectedly, his voice unexpectedly grave. "He didn't come back like a man who'd been sporting so don't think you can be talking shit under my roof, Harry Hogkiss."
As the tavern settled under the innkeeper's glare, obviously not a man to cross lightly, Rina pondered the answer. What kind of look did her father supposedly have then? Part of her didn't want to ask more questions in case the loudmouth was right. The idea of her father 'sporting' was disturbing enough to contemplate, but the last thing she needed to find out now was about a time he had cheated on her lady mother. Things were still complicated between them.
In the end Rina asked anyway, she was not here on her own this time. The King had given her a task to complete, to scour any of Their creatures from the barrow if you find them, and the first part of that was learning as much as she could about the matter.
The innkeeper was closed-mouthed about it at first, but Rina wore him down with pleading looks and sliver sliding across the table. "It was a week after Ser Alren, Ser Quincy's elder bother, died. He was a bookish sort and a bit... strange. He asked to be buried on the hill, you see, but the old lord wouldn't hear of it. Ser Quincy went up the hill a few days later and came down with a face white as a sheet. Never set foot there since." The man frowned in faint confusion. "Come to think of it, that was about 'round the time when folk just stopped going there ah... after sunset. If your ladyship will forgive my saying so, Hogkiss wasn't entirely wrong about that part."
He was probably expecting a blush or some other sign of embarrassment from her, but blushes did not come easily to Rina this day, and even if they did she was far too deep in thought to manage one. No way around it, she would have to talk to her father again.
OOC: This will also be more than a single interlude action since the background here was always supposed to have some links to Rina.
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Horks Hill?
egoo
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Could have sworn that was Hoars Hill. Maybe I'm thinking about something else.
Crake
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Seems like things just got... PERSONAL.
Goldfish
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She could even be part of a long lineage of Other worshipers.
Keep in mind a lot of first men families converted rather than being deposed, and for that matter a lot of Andal families drew at least some of their initial legitimacy in the old days by Andal adventurers marrying the daughters of defeated First Men lords. Hell even families that identify as 'First Men' like the Royces not only have knights but have made a lot of Andal marriages. Even the Starks and Boltons can't claim pure descent from the First Men, just about no one but the Thenns can and they by reason of isolation.
Anyway vote closed.
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Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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Yeah, that's true, but I meant more the case that a greater indication of being from a First Man lineage that might have resisted the Long Night would be having greater stature in their respective Kingdom, and being the case that they're merely landed knights and the Riverlands got megascrewed by Andal Warlords, second only to the Vale of Arryn, one can safely assume they're not merely Andalized First Men, but probably only "ancient" in comparison to say, Frey, which is over several centuries old and still thought of as upstarts.
Or just not as egregiously grasping and influential to their neighbors.
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Brainstealer Dragon here we come. @DragonParadox, I hope the body isn't too warped for a Fungal Pod.
@DragonParadox, I hope the body isn't too warped for a Fungal Pod.Can a Brainstealer dragon be a Ulitharid? I mean it's just the body the larvae attached to is a dragon right? So what if it was a Ulitharid Larvae?