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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] Goldfish

Where have we assigned Mel this month? We could get her to try to get his Redness to talk to us when were done with the Riverlands?
 
[X] Goldfish
So do we know what the Dustins' bone cloak relic does or do we need to take an action over it? I've been curious since we learned about it.
 
Takesis said:
[X] Goldfish

Where have we assigned Mel this month? We could get her to try to get his Redness to talk to us when were done with the Riverlands?
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She's supposed to be busy with Shadow!Tor, Anu, and non-braindead Undead of Sallosh to find us a reliable way in into the Shadow Fortress for the next month.

Ergo, she might be dead now.
:V


Talking to R'hlor... is gonna take gathering reaction of other entities we trust and the Gods we have already helping on Well of Eternity.

If none of them (somehow) mind working with him just once, against Timmie - we probably could try to strike a deal with him.


It's a mess either way.
 
egoo said:
She's supposed to be busy with Shadow!Tor, Anu, and non-braindead Undead of Sallosh to find us a reliable way in into the Shadow Fortress for the next month.

Ergo, she might be dead now.
:V


Talking to R'hlor... is gonna take gathering reaction of other entities we trust and the Gods we have already helping on Well of Eternity.

If none of them (somehow) mind working with him just once, against Timmie - we probably could try to strike a deal with him.


It's a mess either way.
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I've said it before -- everyone hates Tiamat, and should be willing to cooperate to bring her down.

Unless the deities we're recruiting for this are hopeless beyond belief, and they aren't or we would have noticed by now, we're going to be fine.
 
Duesal said:
I've said it before -- everyone hates Tiamat, and should be willing to cooperate to bring her down.

Unless the deities we're recruiting for this are hopeless beyond belief, and they aren't or we would have noticed by now, we're going to be fine.
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Eh, forgive for not having much trust in even the best of deities when their Domains and dogmas affect them so much.

Several of ours have Liberation/Freedom.
R'hlor is Tyranny. And his followers were assholes to Lady of Lys for a long while.

Remember, how [Redacted information, check PM]
Or how Seven are all but brain-damaged by how their believers' dogmas turned them?

That's pretty much the thing I'm afraid of, here.

If not, yay, let's kick her ass.
But until we are sure... I'd rather ask, at least
 
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egoo said:
Eh, forgive for not having much trust in even the best of deities when their Domains and dogmas affect them so much.

Several of ours have Liberation/Freedom.
R'hlor is Tyranny. And his followers were assholes to Lady of Lys for a long while.

Remember, how [Redacted, check PM]
Or how Seven are all but brain-damaged by how their believers' dogmas turned them?

That's pretty much the thing I'm afraid of, here.

If not, yay, let's kick her ass.
But until we are sure... I'd rather ask, at least
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You're assuming they're idiots.

The Weeping Lady and the Moonsinger Goddess are perfectly capable of prioritizing. Tiamat is a vastly bigger threat to them and to freedom than R'hllor will ever be.

This is the same reason the Merling King was able to accept our truce with the Deep Ones. The gods are capable of compromise.
 
Duesal said:
You're assuming they're idiots.

The Weeping Lady and the Moonsinger Goddess are perfectly capable of prioritizing. Tiamat is a vastly bigger threat to them and to freedom than R'hllor will ever be.

This is the same reason the Merling King was able to accept our truce with the Deep Ones. The gods are capable of compromise.
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Eh, best to assume worst, in my opinion.
Rolls can always go apeshit, especially with Deities.

All it'll take us is a minor action to ask them - at worst we'll seem courteous to them.
Not the worst thing to seem.
 
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Interlude DCL: As the Noose Tightens
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    • As the Noose Tightens ​

    Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Plains of the Jogos Nhai, South of the Howling Hills

    Three men gold cloaked men foraged beneath the branches of an aspen grove, their horses pawing at the ground nervously where the steppe grasses met the clump of woodland. "There's something strange in the air," one said to his companions in the quick-flowing trade tongue of wanderers and merchants, caravan guards and sellswords. Had the man, a bone guard in Nefer before taking the coin of the Golden Company from wanderlust and ambition, been speaking his own tongue he would have said: "There's devilry in the air."

    Alas for him and his companions that the words of traders did not make such fine distinctions. None listened to his words, thinking them common grousing that was the right of every soldier out of earshot of his serjant along with hardtack and jerky hard as bootlaces, even the sorcerer who rode with them and who had been warned to guard against devils most assiduously did not notice the brief flash of black feathers through the crimson leaves, much the way his shadow seemed to waver for a moment before returning to its accustomed state.

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    Eight Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Camp of the Golden Company along the Steel Road, Thirty miles north of Trader Town

    The clatter of steel and the neighing of even hardy steppe horses lathered from the ride mingled with the voices of men raised in jest and in anger, in stern command and cajoling unruly elephants to water. Last night's drinking and feasting was sourness upon the breath and a pounding pain behind the temples. Those with a sharp wit about them spoke prayers to the Dragon of Victory to ward away the officer's eye or else sneaked in some 'hair of the dog', finer sorts of spirits that common sellswords were expected to drink for the trade route yielded many treasures to the lowly as well as the great lords on their blessed drakes. Still, no matter how comfortable the posting soldiers will gripe to pass the time if nothing else. "I wish we would move south already, there ain't nothing the imperial asswipe can do against elephants and dragons, wizards and..." his voice fell through long habit forged into instinct. "Priests."

    "You don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'," an older man with the slow but twisty speech of the Rhoyne still in his voice. "Ye think the Captain wouldn't have had us take Trader Town by now if we could do it just like that? Nah, they got their own wizards, the Yi Tish. I've seen 'em, they've got all these little bits of paper on 'em see..."

    "All wizards use paper or parchment out west," the other man cut him off. "Don't see how squatting on the road's gonna do shit."

    "We ain't just here, there's company men watching the Stone Road and the Sand Road too ever since Griff cut that deal with lord Qui-Qio... one of their weird chirpy names I can't say it. I heard from old Runk, the quartermaster, that the notion is to smoke out the Orange Emperor, either he comes out and cuts a deal with us or he comes out and fights us and the nobles hereabouts'll be more than happy to stab 'im in the back I heard."

    "Weren't we supposed to stab him in the front for the Blue Emperor down south?" another voice, this one a woman's though just as roughened by the wind on the steppe as any of her companions, an exile from the Zhorse Riders who had thrown her lot in with the invaders.

    "Likely didn't work out, d'you want t' ask a priest what that was?" the rumor monger asked with grim humor. All the riders laughed, though without mirth. None noticed their shadows leaning in just a bit closer than the angle of the sun would allow, listening.

    OOC: So I'm trying out the place, name, and idea someone came up with a while back to give a better idea of where interludes are happening. What do you guys think?
     
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    • Goldfish said:
    Ley lines and a Landwarden.
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    We can create a Fungus Forge without a Landwarden though, we just need to build the infrastructure, then make sufficient sacrifices to the old gods to empower it.
    Duesal said:
    I've said it before -- everyone hates Tiamat, and should be willing to cooperate to bring her down.

    Unless the deities we're recruiting for this are hopeless beyond belief, and they aren't or we would have noticed by now, we're going to be fine.
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    I still don't get why we aren't getting Bahamut to chip in, sure I agree we shouldn't give him a temple in our lands for it, but as long as his price was acceptable, he would be the ideal god to help with this.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Eight Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Camp of the Golden Company along the Steel Road, Thirty miles north of Trader Town

    The clatter of steel and the neighing of even hardy steppe horses lathered from the ride mingled with the voices of men raised in jest and in anger, in stern command and cajoling unruly elephants to water. Last night's drinking and feasting was sourness upon the breath and a pounding pain behind the temples. Those with a sharp wit about them spoke prayers to the Dragon of Victory to ward away the officer's eye or else sneaked in some 'hair of the dog', finer sorts of spirits that common sellswords were expected to drink for the trade route yielded many treasures to the lowly as well as the great lords on their blessed drakes. Still, no matter how comfortable the posting soldiers will gripe to pass the time if nothing else. "I wish we would move south already, there ain't nothing the imperial asswipe can do against elephants and dragons, wizards and..." his voice fell through long habit forged into instinct. "Priests."

    "You don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'," an older man with the slow but twisty speech of the Rhoyne still in his voice. "Ye think the Captain wouldn't have had us take Trader Town by now if we could do it just like that? Nah, they got their own wizards, the Yi Tish. I've seen 'em, they've got all these little bits of paper on 'em see..."

    "All wizards use paper or parchment out west," the other man cut him off. "Don't see how squatting on the road's gonna do shit."

    "We ain't just here, there's company men watching the Stone Road and the Sand Road too ever since Griff cut that deal with lord Qui-Qio... one of their weird chirpy names I can't say it. I heard from old Runk, the quartermaster, that the notion is to smoke out the Orange Emperor, either he comes out and cuts a deal with us or he comes out and fights us and the nobles hereabouts'll be more than happy to stab 'im in the back I heard."

    "Weren't we supposed to stab him in the front for the Blue Emperor down south?" another voice, this one a woman's though just as roughened by the wind on the steppe as any of her companions, an exile from the Zhorse Riders who had thrown her lot in with the invaders.

    "Likely didn't work out, d'you want t' ask a priest what that was?" the rumor monger asked with grim humor. All the riders laughed, though without mirth. None noticed their shadows leaning in just a bit closer than the angle of the sun would allow, listening.
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    Interesting... We should definitely get in contact with the rebel Orange Emperor at some point. If he's strong enough to stand up to the Golden Company without any dragons of his own he's got to be super impressive.
     
    Duesal said:
    Interesting... We should definitely get in contact with the rebel Orange Emperor at some point. If he's strong enough to stand up to the Golden Company without any dragons of his own he's got to be super impressive.
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    is Orange Emperor the person specified in this MA?
    egoo said:
    [X] If at all possible, attempt to set up a personal meeting with the Traitor-General of Yi-Ti.
    -[X] General purpose: raising awareness on the matters of Golden Company, Illithids, Devils, Bloodstone Emperor acting actively and Long Night coming - ensure that he sees the true dangers to his people - and doesn't
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    Because if so, we should get there about this month.
    Should've.
    Grrrrr.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    As the Noose Tightens ​

    Fifth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Plains of the Jogos Nhai, South of the Howling Hills

    Three gold-cloaked men foraged beneath the branches of an aspen grove, their horses pawing at the ground nervously where the steppe grasses met the clump of woodland. "There's something strange in the air," one said to his companions in the quick-flowing trade tongue of wanderers and merchants, caravan guards and sellswords. Had the man, a bone guard in Nefer before taking the coin of the Golden Company from wanderlust and ambition, been speaking his own tongue he would have said, "There's devilry in the air."

    Alas for him and his companions that the words of traders did not make such fine distinctions. None listened to his words, thinking them common grousing that was the right of every soldier out of earshot of his sergeant, along with hardtack and jerky tough as bootlaces, even the sorcerer who rode with them and who had been warned to guard against devils most assiduously did not notice the brief flash of black feathers through the crimson leaves, much the way his shadow seemed to waver for a moment before returning to its accustomed state.

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    Eighth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Camp of the Golden Company along the Steel Road, Thirty miles north of Trader Town

    The clatter of steel and the neighing of hardy steppe horses lathered from the ride mingled with the voices of men raised in jest and in anger, in stern command, and even the cajoling of unruly elephants to water. Last night's drinking and feasting was sourness upon the breath and a pounding pain behind the temples. Those with a sharp wit about them spoke prayers to the Dragon of Victory to ward away the officer's eye or else sneaked in some 'hair of the dog', finer sorts of spirits that common sellswords were expected to drink for the trade route yielded many treasures to the lowly as well as the great lords on their blessed drakes. Still, no matter how comfortable the posting, soldiers will gripe to pass the time if nothing else. "I wish we would move south already, there ain't nothing the imperial asswipe can do against elephants and dragons, wizards and..." his voice fell through long habit forged into instinct. "Priests."

    "You don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'," an older man with the slow but twisty speech of the Rhoyne still in his voice. "Ye think the Captain wouldn't have had us take Trader Town by now if we could do it just like that? Nah, they got their own wizards, the Yi-Tish. I've seen 'em, they've got all these little bits of paper on 'em see..."

    "All wizards use paper or parchment out west," the other man cut him off. "Don't see how squatting on the road's gonna do shit."

    "We ain't just here, there's company men watching the Stone Road and the Sand Road, too, ever since Griff cut that deal with lord Qui-Qio... one of their weird chirpy names I can't say it. I heard from old Runk, the quartermaster, that the notion is to smoke out the Orange Emperor. Either he comes out and cuts a deal with us, or he comes out and fights us and the nobles hereabouts'll be more than happy to stab 'im in the back, I heard."

    "Weren't we supposed to stab him in the front for the Blue Emperor down south?" another voice, this one a woman's though just as roughened by the wind on the steppe as any of her companions, an exile from the Zhorse Riders who had thrown her lot in with the invaders.

    "Likely didn't work out, d'you want t' ask a priest what that was?" the rumor monger asked with grim humor. All the riders laughed, though without mirth. None noticed their shadows leaning in just a bit closer than the angle of the sun would allow, listening.

    OOC: So I'm trying out the place, name, and idea someone came up with a while back to give a better idea of where interludes are happening. What do you guys think?
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

    I put the location headers in italics to separate them from the actual content of the interlude, if that's all right?

    I think they're a good reminder and really helpful for keeping up with the transition from one locale and POV to the next. Also cool to see the Umbral Spies in action.
     
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