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

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Crake said:
That's something we'll have to discuss with Lord Tytos. He'd be forging an alliance with a Tully loyalist, so I kind of doubt it. That's not just hitching your horse to a sinking ship, it's actively slathering yourself with beef and gravy and jumping down a dragon's gullet.
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Sure, but he's a Blackwood, these people have self-destruction down to a science.
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
Isn't that a furry web serial about an Isekai who mopes a lot?

[X] Crake
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The protagonist do mope a lot, but I wouldn't call it a furry web serial, there's people in it you could describe as furries, but only in the same way you can describe the Faunus in RWBY as furries, and there's no particularly detailed description of their animalistic features.

Or maybe it's the fact that the protagonist has way too many pets, but I wouldn't call someone a furry, just for having many pets that they love.

Also unrelated, but I began reading it, because it got mentioned in this thread a few times, so thanks for that.
 
065tdsa said:
Sure, but he's a Blackwood, these people have self-destruction down to a science.
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As far as I know, Mallister does not have any daughters. Patrek is supposed to be Jason's only heir.

@DragonParadox Also I thought Jason was dead, making Patrek the Lord of Seagard now?
Duesal said:
... Well you're definitely not wrong. The isekai is infamous for moping, that's easily the most consistent criticism. However there are scattered moments of awesomeness that keep me coming back.
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It's like any good abusive relationship. The author lures you back by saying "baby I promise I'll change" and then it's right back to the literary beatings again. :V
 
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Crake said:
As far as I know, Mallister does not have any daughters. Patrek is supposed to be Jason's only heir.

@DragonParadox Also I thought Jason was dead, making Patrek the Lord of Seagard now?
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Speaking of Mallister, do we want to do a bit of investigating to see if they're worth trying to subvert? The Tullys would be hilariously cornered if we succeed.
Crake said:
It's like any good abusive relationship. The author lures you back by saying "baby I promise I'll change" and then it's right back to the literary beatings again. :V
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I will admit I've stopped reading regularly and instead read in short bursts to see if we're out of the current rut. Thankfully things are currently changing, even if I'm confident that won't last for long.
 
Assuming both Jonos and Tytos aren't suicidally contrary to all overtures of peace... in which case we will probably end up 'rescuing" Catelyn and Hoster and letting the rest kill each other. They can't say we didn't try our damndest, we literally found a goddamn multiple thousands of years old warg who masterminded everything between their Houses.

No one can claim a Targaryen King tried harder than us, damn it! :V
 
Crake said:
Assuming both Jonos and Tytos aren't suicidally contrary to all overtures of peace... in which case we will probably end up 'rescuing" Catelyn and Hoster and letting the rest kill each other. They can't say we didn't try our damndest, we literally found a goddamn multiple thousands of years old warg who masterminded everything between their Houses.

No one can claim a Targaryen King tried harder than us, damn it! :V
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Is that before or after we level the hills?

It might just be the Warhammer quest trauma flaring up from dwarven Vietnam but leaving those hills unstolen or destroyed just doesn't sit well with me.

Like not eating the pie after a good thanksgiving dinner.

[X] Crake
 
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Interlude DCLIX: By Fate and Fortune Favored
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    • By Fate and Fortune Favored ​

    Apartments of Lady Aenie Caleris, Sorcerer's Deep, Stepstones

    Twenty Fourth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

    The dreamer woke gasping for air like a swimmer coming up from the depths to the sight of the heavy satin curtains blocking out the sun and the feel of the too soft-bed under her. Not my best day, not by far, Aenie Caleris thought. It would be at least another moon-turn before she would be able to report even the first success to King Viserys. The tools to build the tools, to measure the fickle currents of the Dream and work upon them some form of lasting change. If she could work without being hunted by the Lost and the Accursed perhaps it would go swifter, then again perhaps the wrath and tumult of battle would wash away the answers she sought. Aenie had learned well the value of being overlooked. In life she had escaped the Doom, whether through fate or fortune she could not say, in death she had been preserved against the cruel fate of souls, and now it had all turned full circle.

    Dreamscaping Progress 6/20

    Ignoring the aches and pains of muscles that had twitched and twisted by instinct as she explored the Dream the sorceress pulled back the curtains that she might look upon the city outside her tower window. Mother claimed it was different from Lyceos of her childhood, 'as though the sky turned green and the grass blue' she put it, but to Aenie it seemed much the same, a place of stone raised grand and stately, of magic at the flick of one's fingers and dragons flying above. She felt a shiver go down her spine, the coppery taste of blood and the heat of fire at the back of her throat. One was close, she could always feel them more closely after she dreamed, sometimes she tried to shut it out, read, draw or play silly half remembered games from her childhood with Aelor, but sometimes she sought it out as one might seek a glass of fine wine after a day bathed in its scent but unable to take so much as a sip.

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    Claw Island, Stepstones

    Korizon was not here, mother must have taken him for a flight to keep him in fighting trim. Dragons could grow willful and difficult to control if their riders did not pay enough attention to them, perhaps an echo of the dreadful majesty that was their heritage, or perhaps it was just habit, one should never discount the simple answers just because they are simple, she snorted at her own sense of drama. That certainly came from the dragons of old to judge by those few she had met in passing, the Archon of Tolos and death-shadowed Amrelath.

    A call higher by far than that of the great wyrms drew her eyes to the sky again. One of the young ones, Ember if memory served. She smiled a the sight of the young dragonrider waiting impatiently upon the fused stone bench, the sculpted flames digging into his side as he struggled not to fidget. He reminded Aenie of her brother. "Thinking of riding her soon?"

    "Wisdom, I..." the boy jumped from his seat as though the flames had become suddenly real. "Joran of Dragnstone, at your service."

    "Oh never mind the bowing, it takes your eyes off the sky and that's a shame here," the sorceress waved him off. Then her smile growing a little she added in an almost conspiratorial voice. "Thinking of riding soon?"

    "I... maybe next month, I'm not sure I'm ready." There was something dark behind his gaze, something worse than a moment's shyness, but she did not probe. Nightmares were dreams also and they too were the heritage of the Dragonlords.

    "I do not think anyone is ever ready for their first time, to fly is to be master of all that stretches out before you and yet at the mercy of the fickle wind," she replied. "Master what you can, accept what you cannot."

    Silence fell then, deep but not uncomfortable, as two pairs of eyes turned heavenward to the dance of wing and flame.

    OOC: There really isn't much point to explain the mechanics of how an action works when it is this far off complete so I figured we could see a bit more of Aenie and Joran, the old dragon seer in new-made flesh and the young dragon lord.
     
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