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

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Absoloot said:
Wow. Just caught Varys. I can't believe we're going to replace him with Bloodraven, and be the literally Baratheon Master of Whispers. I mean, fuck. That's just so unfair for the Baratheons/Lannisters. They never even had a chance man.
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Yeah that was the point where I decided that the seven kingdoms were ours for the taking unless actual gods personally came down and stopped us.
 
Nobody:



Seven Chosen: "The Gods are on our side."



Literally absolutely nobody:





Viserys: "...and that concludes our quarterly external affairs Divinity Report. Any questions?" *a dozen shouting Godly voices* *ONE VERY LOUD NETWORKED ONE BROADCASTING OVER EVERYONE ELSE*
Also Viserys: "Well, son, I think it's a big responsibility having a pet. If you can feed the God-Snake vessel regularly though, I'll consider it."
 
@Goldfish, @Duesal, @Artemis1992, as those whom I remember stating interest in the Depths of PoW, here's a spell I unearthed:
Transformation of the Deeps
(Stormwrack)

Transmutation
Level: Druid 5, Sorcerer 5, Wizard 5, Blackwater (SW) 4,
Components: V, S, M,
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: Touch
Target: One creature/3 levels
Duration: 1 hour/level (D)
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: Yes (harmless)

The creature you touch undergoes a transformation that allows it to survive in the terrible lightless depths of the oceans.
This creates subtle changes in the spell's target, whose eyes become completely black and whose flesh becomes hard and cold.
The target of this spell gains the ability to breathe water and is rendered immune to damage from both the temperature and the pressure in extreme depths of water.
Additionally, she gains darkvision out to 60 feet.
Material Component: A bit of stone or mud from a deep ocean
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As per DP, it does work in crazy-high pressures there, and is specifically the way explorers get down there.
 
Smartphone said:
Yeah that was the point where I decided that the seven kingdoms were ours for the taking unless actual gods personally came down and stopped us.
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That's the IC reason we don't already sit on the iron throne:
A civil war would open the doors wider for devils, d(a)emons and fey, while the Other's prepare, and the Deep Ones would love us being distracted to commence some decapitating strikes.
Not to forget grandma who's still salty.
@egoo has the full list.
Our current job is to 'conquer' Westeros with the least disturbance (un)imaginable, employ our social engineering without a civil war and prepare for the Long Night, while closing the Empire borders to all bad otherworldly influences and come up with a national 'Empire' identity for all our citizens.
Sitting our ass on the chair is the least of our problems.
 
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  • [X] Continue your tour of the Riverlands
    -[X] House Lolliston
    [X] Visit Red Priests of Volantis.
    -[X] Get the rest of the lore they have, as per Scholarum rules.
    [X] Use Discern Location, Greater Scrying, and Greater Teleport to find and deal with the Wisps that you encountered so long ago in swamps of Braavos... One way, or another.
    [X] Attempt to come in direct contact with R'hlor, seeking out a presense once met before - or inquiring Melisande/Benerro about setting such a meeting up.
    -[X] You have questions to him, and a possibility of an alliance (at the moment - mainly agaist Tiamat, with R'hlor possibly empowering Well of Souls alongside other Gods of the realm - if we can trust him with this, that is) between you exists, but trusting mere priests' word on the matter as delicate as this simply won't do.
    -[X] Prepare appropriate sacrifices, preferrably devils.
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Part MMMCLXXXIV: Fruits of a Grim Harvest
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    Twenty First Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Were it not for magic whispering in your ear that Lolliston lands had been afflicted with some curse you would not have known it, flying unseen above what the locals called the Forest Road south from Acorn Hall. The hills here are drier, whatever forests that might once have given the path its name long since replaced with grazing land for sheep and goats. Deep gorges scar the land between the hills, the water swift to flow down towards the Trident even when the rains are generous which from the trickles currently winding their way among the rocks and mud has not been for months, perhaps years. Yet there does not seem to be anything unnatural about it, insects buzz, jackdaws caw and if the bleating of sheep in the distance sounds mournful than you are more inclined to blame thirst than dark curses for it.

    The Lollistons of old had certainly accounted for such droughts. Their seat at Oakbarrel Keep is near one of the few lakes in this part of the Riverlands, the moat feeding into it by a channel and sluice gate. It's certainly not Riverrun, but it would certainly give any besiegers some trouble getting under the wall, or at least it would have before the turning of the world. Rina alone could probably freeze it solid, to say nothing of the fact that all three of you are flying upon steeds of shadow, unseen by sentinels and unconcerned with walls. Would the lords of Westeros start building more open mansions as opposed to true keeps once that reality sinks in, or would they try so seek out wards enough to guard their seats from sorcery?

    "What are they... Look!" Rina points away from the keep and towards the village you were just now flying over. It does not take you long to realize what caused the mix of urgency and horror. A scaffolding had been set for a hanging, itself a common enough sight in Westeros and growing more common in Essos thanks to your habit of hanging the worst of slavers or those who try to continue the practice after the conquest. But there are some being readied for the noose whom you would never consign to that fate. Of the thirteen prisoners awaiting their fate, some with their heads bowed and others defiant, some praying and others weeping, four are men, six are women and the final three are children. The eldest is a girl of perhaps four and ten, the youngest a boy of nine or ten at most with a second boy somewhere in between.

    "They haven't read out the crimes yet, might as well listen before we do anything that's hard to take back," Ser Richard replies not unsympathetically

    The crier however is in no particular hurry to read out the crimes for which those upon the scaffolding stand convicted, giving you a bit more time to look at them. They certainly do not have the look of the Lads or actual bandits for that matter, their calluses ones of simple labor, their clothes torn and dirty as they may be are the simple weave one would expect of ordinary smallfolk, if not particularly prosperous ones. From the likeness of face and posture you guess at least some of them must be related.

    "Having been found guilty of the heinous and ungodly crime of stealing grain and other provisions from common stores and then hoarding them for their own use the accused stand against not only the decree of our own just lord Luthor Lolliston, but also of the Father's own law, by trying to gain through theft and lies that which they could not obtain through hard work. Behold the fate of those who steal from the mouths of others and even corrupt the minds of their children to such deeds. Know that it does our lord no pleasure to set such a grim example, but neither the stocks nor the whip could cure this scourge and of those able bodied men here present none agreed to take the Black, proving themselves cowards as well as thieves..."

    "Bastards!" one of the men screams over the voice of the crier. "Want me to look in my son's face as he hangs and ride off to fr..." A punch to the gut by a Lolliston armsman silences him.

    What do you do?

    [] Try to subtly use magic to free some or all the prisoners before they are hanged
    -[] Write in how

    [] Try to delay the execution somehow until you can speak to Lord Lolliston
    -[] Break the scaffolding as though though rot or bad workmanship
    -[] Summon a storm

    [] Leave the matter be and send a letter to Lord Lolliston

    [] Write in

    OOC: Just to be clear on this, as no one objected to what the village crier said about repeat offenses Viserys suspects the people here are guilty, the trouble is that Westerosi law being what it is children over the age of seven get tried and thus in this case hanged as adults.
     
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    Fruits of a Grim Harvest ​

    Twentieth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Were it not for magic whispering in your ear that Lolliston had been afflicted with some curse, you would not have known it flying unseen above what the locals called the Forest Road, south from Acorn Hall. The hills here are drier, with whatever forests which might have once given the path its name long since replaced with grazing land for sheep and goats. Deep gorges scar the land between the hills, the water swift to flow down towards the Trident even when the rains are generous. Judging from the trickles currently winding their way among the rocks and mud, this has not been the case for months, perhaps years. Yet there does not seem to be anything unnatural about it. Insects buzz and jackdaws caw, and if the bleating of sheep in the distance sounds mournful, then you are more inclined to blame thirst than dark curses for it.

    The Lollistons of old had certainly accounted for such droughts. Their seat at Oakbarrel Keep is near one of the few lakes in this part of the Riverlands, the moat feeding into it by a channel and sluice gate. It's certainly not Riverrun, but it would surely give any besiegers some trouble getting under the wall, or at least it would have before the turning of the world. Rina alone could probably freeze it solid, to say nothing of the fact that all three of you are flying upon steeds of shadow, unseen by sentinels and unconcerned with walls. Would the lords of Westeros start building more open mansions as opposed to true keeps once that reality sinks in, or would they try so seek out wards enough to guard their seats from sorcery?

    "What are they... Look!" Rina points away from the keep and towards the village you were just now flying over. It does not take you long to realize what caused the mix of urgency and horror. A scaffolding had been set for a hanging, itself a common enough sight in Westeros and growing more common in Essos thanks to your habit of hanging the worst of slavers or those who try to continue the practice after the conquest. But there are some being readied for the noose whom you would never consign to that fate. Of the thirteen prisoners awaiting their fate, some with their heads bowed, others defiant, some praying and others weeping, four are men, six are women, and the final three are children. The eldest is a girl of perhaps four and ten, the youngest a boy of nine or ten at most, with a second boy somewhere in between.

    "They haven't read out the crimes yet, might as well listen before we do anything that's hard to take back," Ser Richard replies, though not unsympathetically.

    The crier however is in no particular hurry to read out the crime for which those upon the scaffolding stand convicted, giving you a bit more time to look at them. They certainly do not have the look of the Lads, or actual bandits for that matter. Their calluses those of simple labor, their clothes, torn and dirty as they may be, are the simple weave one would expect of ordinary smallfolk, if not particularly prosperous ones. From the likeness of face and posture, you guess at least some of them must be related.

    "Having been found guilty of the heinous and ungodly crime of theft of grain and other provisions from common stores, and then hoarding them for their own use, the accused stand against not only the decree of our own just lord Luthor Lolliston, but also of the Father's own Law, by trying to gain through theft and lies that which they could not obtain through hard work. Behold the fate of those who steal from the mouths of others and even corrupt the minds of their children to such deeds. Know that it does our lord no pleasure to set such a grim example, but neither the stocks nor the whip could cure this scourge, and of those able bodied men present here, none agreed to take the Black proving themselves cowards as well as thieves..."

    "Bastards!" one of the men screams over the voice of the crier. "Want me to look in my son's face as he hangs and ride off to fr..." A punch to the gut by a Lolliston armsman silences him.

    What do you do?

    [] Try to subtly use magic to free some or all the prisoners before they are hanged
    -[] Write in how

    [] Try to delay the execution somehow until you can speak to Lord Lolliston
    -[] Break the scaffolding as though though rot or bad workmanship
    -[] Summon a storm

    [] Leave the matter be and send a letter to Lord Lolliston

    [] Write in

    OOC: Just to be clear on this, as no one objected to what the village crier said about repeat offenses Viserys suspects the people here are guilty, the trouble is that Westerosi law being what it is children over the age of seven get tried and thus in this case hanged ass adults. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    Totally different question: why in the Nine Hells are they stealing grain?

    Right now the rituals for increased growth are sold cheaply and we expect Westeros to have an economically critical overproduction soon.
    Grain should be rotting in the Silos, not being scarce enough to cause repeated theft.

    Is this somehow curse-related?
     
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    TalonofAnathrax said:
    @DragonParadox, what do our laws say about trying children?
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    That they do not get tried as adults until the age of sixteen. Children found stealing or engaged in stealing or other crimes at the behest of their guardians can be separated from them and given over to an orphanage at the behest of a judge.

    Artemis1992 said:
    Totally different question: why in the Nine Hells are they stealing grain?

    Right now the rituals for increased growth are sold cheaply and we expect Westeros to have an economically critical overproduction soon.
    Grain should be rotting in the Silos, not being scarce enough to cause repeated theft.

    Is this somehow curse-related?
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    They appear to have a drought in these parts. The ritual would not help with that.
     
    And isn't theft by common law not typically punished by death? Especially when the material goods stolen aren't particularly expensive (typically something like food would result in the stocks and lashes, and something more expensive would be dismemberment).

    It being barbaric or not is kinda immaterial, it's Westeros, legal code is sporadic.

    It's just more importantly completely unjust.
     
    Crake said:
    And isn't theft by common law not typically punished by death? Especially when the material goods stolen aren't particularly expensive (typically something like food would result in the stocks and lashes, and something more expensive would be dismemberment).
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    From what the crier said it did result in lashing and the stocks the first time, this is a repeat offense and from the number of the accused it was probably systematic and large scale.
     
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