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

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Damm we really need better ways to find people. Maybe we should look into making really cheap tiny low HD intelligent creatures that we can make in bulk for this kind of stuff.

How about tiny 1/10 cr, 1 hp bats? They also have a neat ability to locate anyone and anything within a range with blindsense.

Edit: Idk what kind of template we would have to slap on it to give it int though. Spybats would be quite cool huh.
 
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Crake said:
Brynden is busy. And I'm not sure if the OG can use their power to help directly or not. Maybe if he's within range of a Weirwood but they were burned pretty hard in the South. @DragonParadox?
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Since the old gods know nothing of what Viserys has just discovered you can safely assume it would not be easy for them to find your enemy. Could they do it if they dedicated enough resources to the task? Perhaps but it would not be easy or quick.
 
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  • [X] "Well, shit."
    -[X] The only practical means you have of uncovering this would be the same that uncle Brynden had used, in all of his subtle arts he would leverage the least power he was capable of to do more, as it was when he moved in the world of men and not Gods, knowledge was power, and it is men who act with knowledge and guile, and with that directed intelligence move unlike natural animals with purpose.
    -[X] Storing them in a Bag of Greed, unleash hundreds of raven constructs, lesser and greater kinds, and set them scouring the Blackwood and Bracken lands searching for beasts behaving oddly or against their nature, setting the greater variety to directing for which behavior to watch for.
    -[X] You will divine to pinpoint locations for active Warging between animals using a map and grids. You will also attempt to use divination to help narrow down the Warg's purpose. One advantage of acting against a foe using more subtle manipulations to hide his tracks is that a hammer still serves you well if not he, because he does not have the same protections to guard him from such tactics, only the ignorance of his existence from those who might do him harm. It might be easier to gather his current purpose that way and by it make it his undoing.
    [X] abstain
    [X] Consult Bloodraven and ask for his aid in searching for all nearby wargs in the area. Particularly one with an old soul.
    -[X] Prepare to bleed some sacrifices if necessary.
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He quite sensibly turned back around to hold Jon's funeral... and got really drunk.

Presumably he is still doing that, when he's not berating Lannisters for their incompetence. Our only shared opinion, tbh.

Edit: Presumably no one is Hand at present... but I'm sure they are "deliberating" over it. And by "deliberating" I am sure Tywin has been suggested repeatedly. And Robert has said "get me results first" and told them to fuck right back off.
 
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A_Somebody said:
@DragonParadox

After Jon Arryn died, did Robert continue on North to recruit Ned as Hand or did he go back? Who's Hand now? Is the court metaphorically on fire after Jon Arryn's death?
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It's a bit of a free-for-all with the Lannisters doing their best to grab power. Fortunately for us we basically own the Small Council, and we have leaders of four of the Seven Kingdoms outright -- Dorne, Stormlands, Reach, and Iron Islands -- even if I don't trust the Tyrells further than they can be thrown. I'd expect a lot of pointless court positions to be in the hands of Westerlanders.
 
The North has no influence in the South, the Vale as per canon has no influence beyond Jon Arryn and a Kingsguard appointment, worse than useless since Mandon will follow whoever sits on the pointy chair without complaint. The Riverlands had influence, until someone NOT NAMING NAMES killed Lord Mallister.

I wonder who did that? It wasn't Varys, or we'd have known. Lannisters I guess? Seems like the kind of short-sighted idiocy Cersei might be capable of arranging. Heh. "Fishbone". Because he's a trout loyalist.

God, whoever killed him is tasteless.
 
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Interlude DCLVII: The Practice of Sorcery
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    • The Practice of Sorcery ​

    Twenty Fourth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Sorcerer's Deep Military Academy

    Insofar as there could be said to be precedent for studies into the arcane sponsored by the state and paid for by the treasury, they were those of Old Valyria and perhaps Sallosh of the warforged Anu, in the former case more a matter of standardizing and spreading the discoveries of various organizations and cabals and in the latter a purely academic system of those little concerned with the practicality of their work, perhaps as a manifestation of the ever widening gulf of failing magic. All this Akneac of Aspheaven had learned in his studies, both among the Disciples in Mantarys and later coming to Sorcerer's Deep after what they were now calling the Crimson Accords, whereby Manatrys and Tolos would form the easternmost expanse of King Viserys' dominion, but the more he read into the history of the world before the Doom the more he realized how secretive the mages of old had been, how greedily they horded lore that soon grew hollow and bitter as ash.

    Little wonder the first thing the Dragon King had arranged was an exchange of knowledge, the mage had been proud to see men and women throughout the Disputed Lands and even upon the very island Sorcerer's Deep rested upon make use of Mantarys rituals, but the ritual crafter's slow art had never drawn him, building and rebuilding the same piece of magic to make it simple enough for anyone to use, like polishing the stone tools his grandfather would use when for tasks to simple for cherished works of traded iron. He had not left home for Mantarys and then Mantarys for the wide world that he might be a flint knapper of the arcane.

    It had been the soldiers in their gleaming armor and golden cloaks that had drawn his eye, and though he had not excelled in those aspects of magic that would allow him to join the legions on the field of battle there were other ways to contribute, other ways indeed.

    Where the notion for the steel banners had come from Akneac was not entirely certain, he had heard everything from ancient snakefolk craft to djinn trade, even secrets stolen from fiends. Personally he favored the first theory as it best accounted for the involvement of the priest of the Old Snake and the blessing of the new, but ultimately he did not care enough to know the answer to look too deeply. What was important, truly important, was not the ancient roots of the banners or even the weeks of frantic enchanting, testing, destruction and reforging in the face of flaws. What was important was what would happen on this field today.

    The banners were raised to the call of legionary horns as befitted the flying of the three-headed dragon, but these banners were not like any others that had ever been borne by the legions into battle. Wrought not of wood but spellsteel adorned not with simple cloth but the scales of Sothoryi painted-lizards who it was said knew no fear of man or beast, painted black with the same humble oils that darkened a legionaries' armor and also inked in red with the blood willingly given from a thousand palms that had drawn steel in service of the Dragon, they snapped hungrily in the breeze.

    For a moment silence reigned in the horns' wake, then a chant rose from the battlemage standing before the line of armored figures. He spoke a spell to cast fear into their thoughts and break their wills. Not one wavered, not one stepped back.

    "Again!" the corporal in command called out in a voice used to endless drills, trained to carry in battle. Again the spell was cast and again by the banner was rebuffed, even more times and Akneac as most pleased by the moment. A fine day's work.

    Safety in Numbers Complete 37/35

    Steel Banners

    Description: Wrought not of wood but spellsteel adorned not with simple cloth but the scales of Sothoryi painted-lizards who it was said knew no fear of man or beast, painted black with the same humble oils that darkened a legionaries' armor and also inked in red with the blood willingly given from a thousand palms that had drawn steel in service of the Dragon.

    Ability: Immunity from possession and compulsion as Protection from Evil (no Save or AC bonuses) for a full company that marches under the banner (1024 Legionaries)

    Cost: 15 lbs. of Valyrian Steel and 20480 IM

    OOC: The narrator of this piece comes from a place so remote and poor that they still used polished stone tools on occasion, on the plus side they were so dreadfully poor that no one bothered to conquer or enslave them.
     
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    • And that's one major weakness countered. :D The day will come when our Legions can face off against the preternatural armies of other planes.
     
    DragonParadox said:
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    It's supposed to be 37/35 iirc.

    That was some fine rolls.
    I'm quite happy with the result.

    @everyone, no one minds me re-assigning Velen and Bloom to
    [] Elder Arts: An in-depth study of Runelore.
    -[] Research the Landwards in Thenn's holdings (Progress: 15 Cost: 6000 IM)
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    for the next month, seeing as this is done now?
    We'd get to evacuate Thennsright afterwards, too.
     
    egoo said:
    It's supposed to be 37/35 iirc.

    That was some fine rolls.
    I'm quite happy with the result.

    @everyone, no one minds me re-assigning Velen and Bloom to
    for the next month, seeing as this is done now?
    We'd get to evacuate Thennsright afterwards, too.
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    Heads up that that's not just a research action, it should be paired with actively clearing out all the barrows so the Others can't take advantage of them once the Thenns leave.
     
    I wonder if anyone had bothered to do this for the Ghiscari Legions or the Valyrian Phalanxes. Something tells me neither would have bothered. You can always torch a group of soldiers who got mind controlled and replace a few brigades of commoners, right @DragonParadox? :eyeroll:
     
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    Heads up that that's not just a research action, it should be paired with actively clearing out all the barrows so the Others can't take advantage of them once the Thenns leave.
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    Sure, I'm pretty sure we'd be able to easily clean out most barrows there in the 1st month.

    It's not like we'd risk having Mooncahser carrying Thenns around when it'd be one of our main weapons in the campaign against Timmie.
    Time frame doesn't quite allow to evacuate them this (12th) month anyway.

    Although to be honest, I won't mind simply nuking the whole area... Once Long Night comes, wards or no wards, the place's doomed anyway - why bother cleaning out barrows with precision..?
     
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    The Practice of Sorcery ​

    Twenty Fourth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    Sorcerer's Deep Military Academy

    Insofar as there could be said to be precedent for studies into the arcane sponsored by the state and paid for by the treasury, they were those of Old Valyria and perhaps Sallosh of the Warforged Anu. In the former case it was more a matter of standardizing and spreading the discoveries of various organizations and cabals, and in the latter a purely academic system of those little concerned with the practicality of their work, perhaps as a manifestation of the ever widening gulf of the failing magic of the time. All this Akneac of Aspheaven had learned in his studies, both among the Disciples in Mantarys and later, coming to Sorcerer's Deep after what they were now calling the Crimson Accords, whereby Manatrys and Tolos would form the easternmost expanse of King Viserys' dominion. The more he read into the history of the world before the Doom, the more he realized how secretive the mages of old had been, how greedily they horded lore that soon grew hollow and bitter as ash.

    Little wonder the first thing the Dragon King had arranged was an exchange of knowledge. The mage had been proud to see men and women throughout the Disputed lands, and even the very island Sorcerer's Deep rested upon, make use of Mantarys' rituals The ritual crafter's slow art had never drawn him, however, nor the building and rebuilding of the same piece of magic to make it simple enough for anyone to use, like polishing the stone tools his grandfather would use for tasks too simple for cherished works of traded iron. He had not left home for Mantarys, and then Mantarys for the wide world, that he might be a mere flint knapper of the arcane.

    It had been the soldiers in their gleaming armor and golden cloaks that had drawn his eye, and though he had not excelled in those aspects of magic that would allow him to join the legions on the field of battle, there were other ways to contribute, other ways indeed.

    Where the notion for the Steel banners had come from, Akneac was not entirely certain. He had heard everything from an ancient snake-folk secret to Djinn trade, even to secrets stolen from fiends. Personally, he favored the first theory as it best accounted for the involvement of the priest of the Old Snake and the blessing of the new, but ultimately he did not care enough to know the answer to look too deeply. What was important, truly important, was not the ancient roots of the banners, nor even the weeks of frantic enchanting, testing, destruction, and reforging in the face of flaws. What was important was what would happen on this field today.

    The banners were raised to the call of legionary horns, as befitted the flying of the three headed dragon, but these banners were not like any others that had ever been borne by the legions into battle. Wrought not of wood but spellsteel adorned not with simple cloth, but the scales of Sothosy Painted Lizards who it was said knew no fear of man or beast, and painted black with the same humble oils that darkened a legionnaire's armor, it was inked in red with the blood willingly given from a thousand palms that had drawn steel in service of the Dragon. They snapped hungrily in the breeze.

    For a moment silence reigned in the horn's wake, then a chant rose from the battle mage standing before the line of armored figures. He spoke a spell to cast fears into their thoughts and break their wills. Not one wavered, not one stepped back.

    "Again!" the corporal in command called out in a voice used to endless drills, trained to carry in battle. Again the spell was cast and again by the banner rebuffed, even more times and Akneac was more pleased by the moment. A fine day's work.

    Safety in Numbers Complete 37/25

    OOC: The narrator of this piece comes from a place so remote and poor that they still used polished stone tools on occasion, on the plus side they were so dreadfully poor that no one bothered to conquer or enslave them. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
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