- Location
- Seattle, Washington
[X] Summon a storm to break up the public execution for now.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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- Location
- United States
[X] Summon a storm to break up the public execution for now.
- Location
- Australia
So they've perverted the law?
Are the boys too young for the watch and so they hang without a choice?
Women not going to the Silent Sisters?
Update in beta.
- The Watch does not take random children, though it makes exceptions for nobles, like the Stark boy who was the youngest Lord Commander in history
- Being forced into the Silent Sisters is generally for women who have transgressed against social norms, not those who have broken the law and are facing capital punishment
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Part MMMCLXXXV: Lingering Storm
Lingering Storm
Twenty First Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Unseen still you conjure forth a storm, clouds boiling from the west, thankfully over tall and little wandered hills. The herders on those heights may well tell tales of how the rain had come unnaturally swiftly, but for the people of Oakbarrel the storm seems no more unnatural than any other. Rain beats down in blinding curtains, thunder booms and lightning flashes as you add a few stray pieces of hail with a second spell, to dive people off without risking whatever crops they had manged to keep. Between the rain soaking everyone to the skin in moments, the voice of thunder drowning out the crier and the sporadic hail driving many to worry the condemned have the representation you had hoped for, the hanging is delayed for the morrow. Tears and raindrops mingle on their cheeks.
As you turn your thoughts away from the sky you feel something tug at the threads of your magic, not with great strength or will, but with a touch so light you almost did not sense it. Watching closely you feign obliviousness. It looks almost natural the way cold air feeds into the storm, the way the wind shifts into the beginnings of a chaotic maelstrom. In the clouds high above seeds of ice have begun gestating into true hail. Ill luck indeed.
Not wishing to give whatever malice is at work here another tool to use you descend to the village and in a glamored guise take a room at the local inn, the Silver Wheel. As you write the letter to Lord Lolliston you note that whatever the malignancy is seems to be a constant force, one that does not react in force or approach to your presence quieting the storm. Yet for all that it is also relentless, only stopping when the clouds begin to scatter and what remains above the village can no longer be called a storm that the power stops trying to manipulate it.
"Do you think it's Them?" Rina asks quietly in the tongue of the djinn which she has so recently learned as she glances first out the window around the tavern common room, concerned at what calamity might next befall the village.
"This far south working for something as simple as hail out of season?" You shake your head. "They do not have the power and the pawns to spare." Alas that you have not the faintest notion of what does.
***
Lord Luther Lolliston either has impeccable penmanship or he employs someone who does and trusts them with what might be seen as treasonous correspondence. What does it say about a man that when asked to partake in what is likely to be counted treason by his liege lord and neighbors that he takes the time to write impeccable calligraphy that would not be out of place at court? Whatever the answer the contents are straightforward, an invitation to his study in two hours time, 'the more discrete the approach the better'. You suspect he imagines you using a glamour, that sort of magic is common enough by now for most lords to know it and guard against it as best they can, but it is both subtle and sends the better message to translocate directly in front of his desk.
The aged lord of Oakbarrel regards you with dark grey eyes, like pebbles glinting at the bottom of a lake deep as it is cold. His face is carved by old war wounds and the pitiless hands of time, and if there are any lines wrought of laughter or joy upon them then they must be very fine indeed for you do not see them.
"Your Grace," he bows his head shortly. "It is easy enough to guess the cause of your visit, but better to hear it from you than try to anticipate and guess." The last word passes his lips with such venom you would think it a curse. "Rumors and superstitious abound, and it is a fortunate man who is not dogged with them."
A pity the curse he does not believe in is as real as the desk he is sitting behind, but you suspect he will accept it if given enough proof. This is not a man given to self-delusion.
What do you say?
[] Confirm that you seek his fealty and make your offer
-[] Write in
[] Explain what you have seen so far about the curse and ask questions of the matter to see how it may be lifted
-[] Write in
[] See about sparing some or all of those who have just received a stay of execution
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: You guys can of course combine the options above, they are there to provide a framework.
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Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Lingering Storm
Twenty First Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Unseen still, you conjure forth a storm, clouds boiling from the west, thankfully over tall and little wandered hills. The herders on those heights may well tell tales of how the rain had come with unnatural spees, but for the people of Oakbarrel the storm seems no more unnatural than any other. Rain beats down in blinding curtains, thunder booms, and lightning flashes. You add a few stray pieces of hale with a second spell, to drive people off without risking whatever crops they had manged to keep. Between the rain soaking everyone to the skin in moments, the voice of thunder drowning out the crier, and the sporadic hail driving many to worry, the condemned have the reprieve you had hoped for, the hanging is delayed for the morrow. Tears amd raindrops mingle on their cheeks.
As you turn your thoughts away from the sky, you feel something tug at the threads of your magic, not with great strength or will, but with a touch so light you almost did not sense it. Watching closely, you feign obliviousness. It looks almost natural the way cold air feeds into the storm, the way the wind shifts into the beginnings of a chaotic maelstrom. In the clouds high above, seeds of ice have begun gestating into true hail. Ill luck indeed.
Not wishing to give whatever malice is at work here another too,l you descend to the village and in glamored guise take a room at the local inn, the Silver Wheel. As you write the letter to Lord Lolliston, you note that whatever the malignancy is seems to be a constant force, that does not adapt in force or approach to your presence quieting the storm. Yet for all that, it is also relentless, only stopping when the clouds begin to scatter and what remains above the village can no longer be called a storm, that the power stops trying to manipulate it.
"Do you think it's Them?" Rina asks quietly in the tongue of the Djinn, which she has so recently learned, as she glances first out the window that are spaced evenly around the tavern common room, concerned at what calamity might next befall the village.
"This far south, working for something as simple as hail out of season?" You shake your head. "They do not have the power and the pawns to spare." Alas, you have not the faintest notion of what does.
***
Lord Luther Lolliston either has impeccable penmanship or he employs someone who does and trusts them with what might be seen as treasonous correspondence. What does it say about a man that when asked to partake in what is likely to be counted treason by his liege lord and neighbors, he takes the time to write impeccable calligraphy that would not be out of place at court? Whatever the answer, the contents are straightforward, an invitation to his study in two hours time, 'the more discrete the approach, the better'. You suspect he imagines you using a glamor, that sort of magic is common enough by now for most lords to know it and guard against it as best they can, but it is both subtle and sends the better message to translocate directly in front of his desk.
The aged lord of Oakbarrel regards you with dark grey eyes, like pebbles glinting at the bottom of of a lake deep as it is cold. his face is carved by old war wounds and the pitiless hand of time, and if there are any lines wrought of laughter or joy upon them then they must be very fine indeed, for you do not see them.
"Your Grace," he bows his head shortly. "It is easy enough to guess the cause of your visit, but better to hear it from you than try to anticipate and guess." The last word passes his lips with such venom you would think it a curse. "Rumors and superstitious abound, and it is a fortunate man who is not dogged with them."
A pity the curse he does not believe in is as real as the desk he is sitting behind, but you suspect he will accept it if given enough proof. This is not a man given to self delusion.
What do you say?
[] Confirm that you seek his fealty and make your offer
-[] Write in
[] Explain what you have seen so far about the curse and ask questions of the matter to see how it may be lifted
-[] Write in
[] See about sparing some or all of those who have just received a stay of execution
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: You guys can of course combine the options above, they are there to provide a framework. Not yet edited.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
Could be some sort of tainted magical object or curse that has started working again with the return of magic.
- Location
- United States
Storm god?
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
I doubt a storm god would try to be this subtle.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
The Sky Father could do it, if he weren't so dreadfully weak. This would be a serious drain on his limited power.
It would be ironic if it's an ancient curse the Sky Father placed, which is serving as a constant drain on his power, but which he cannot voluntarily end for some reason.
'Night guys, see you tomorrow with curses and fleshcrafters.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
- Location
- Australia
Good for the Hound, I bet he was absolutely furious about being compelled to Kneel.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Here's what we know of the current Lolliston situation;
So the curse doesn't originate with the Lannisters, the Fey, or Devil plots, and Viserys is sure the Others are not involved. That doesn't leave a lot of options. Could it really be the Sky Father?
So the curse doesn't originate with the Lannisters, the Fey, or Devil plots, and Viserys is sure the Others are not involved. That doesn't leave a lot of options. Could it really be the Sky Father?
- Location
- United States
He doesn't seem like he has the power to sustain a curse for that long.
And if this was something from the Sky Father then it would be old, and there are no mentions in canon of Lolliston lands being particularly blighted.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
What if it isn't a curse, but rather a siphon? Perhaps the Sky Father is feeding somehow, conceptually draining the power and magic from weather systems to bolster his strength, with a side-effect of disrupting the local weather patterns and leading to the drought.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington
But whatever is causing it tried to piggyback off of Viserys's spell
whatever this is isn't draining the magic, it's manipulating the magic. My guess is that it is some curse/magic that was caused by someone with a grudge against the Lollistons. It may even be because one of the other lords hired a spellcaster to do this.
Also if the Sky father was doing this, why would it only affect the lands of a single random lord.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
[X] Explain what you have seen so far about the curse and ask questions of the matter to see how it may be lifted
-[X] "Ordinarily I would start this discussion off differently, but when I see a threat to the safety and security of the realm it is of utmost importance to me that it be resolved as soon as possible. I have confirmed that, as I'm sure you had known, it was not caused by Lannister mages, and neither was it due to Fey involvement, or that of Fiends, or else any other threat I can readily identify."
-[X] "This, my Lord, leads me to conclude it had been from another of the Powers exerting its influence in Westeros, or else a curse wrought by a mage in some manner. Why, in the latter case, would they might have done so? If you have any enemies bearing a grudge more personal than a slighted Lion..." You trail off, honestly pensive.
-[X] "Yet that does not fit with all of the other information I have collected on the matter. Your dealings with House Lannister falls through. A curse blights your lands, sends it into drought, makes the people grow desperate. Why? The timing is too convenient to be entirely unrelated." If he was going to start filling in the gaps in your knowledge here, now would be the time.
-[X] If there's anything substantive which you can act on immediately: "This bears further investigation. Would you be greatly opposed to reconvening after I have discovered the source of this Blight?"
-[X] Using spells like Ears of the City, and general investigative work, try to find a lead if none surfaced from the above discussion.
-[X] Rina will join Rhaella, a Shadow Bonded Umbral Stalker, and Ser Kennos of Kayce to convince House Shawney, House Wayn and Houe Vypren, in that order, to swear fealty to you.
-[X] "Ordinarily I would start this discussion off differently, but when I see a threat to the safety and security of the realm it is of utmost importance to me that it be resolved as soon as possible. I have confirmed that, as I'm sure you had known, it was not caused by Lannister mages, and neither was it due to Fey involvement, or that of Fiends, or else any other threat I can readily identify."
-[X] "This, my Lord, leads me to conclude it had been from another of the Powers exerting its influence in Westeros, or else a curse wrought by a mage in some manner. Why, in the latter case, would they might have done so? If you have any enemies bearing a grudge more personal than a slighted Lion..." You trail off, honestly pensive.
-[X] "Yet that does not fit with all of the other information I have collected on the matter. Your dealings with House Lannister falls through. A curse blights your lands, sends it into drought, makes the people grow desperate. Why? The timing is too convenient to be entirely unrelated." If he was going to start filling in the gaps in your knowledge here, now would be the time.
-[X] If there's anything substantive which you can act on immediately: "This bears further investigation. Would you be greatly opposed to reconvening after I have discovered the source of this Blight?"
-[X] Using spells like Ears of the City, and general investigative work, try to find a lead if none surfaced from the above discussion.
-[X] Rina will join Rhaella, a Shadow Bonded Umbral Stalker, and Ser Kennos of Kayce to convince House Shawney, House Wayn and Houe Vypren, in that order, to swear fealty to you.
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[X] Crake
- Location
- ?????????
[X] Crake