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

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"I've finally done it. The Bear Ass to end all Bear Asses." *Slams Arch-Fiend's Mount onto the floor of Viserys' study*

"Are you SATISFIED? There's not a bear ass in all the planes more worthy than this one!"

"...Maelor, why are you bringing me ursine hindquarters?"

"What?"

"I sent you off a century ago to fetch a report. Where have you been?"

"Fetching your godsdamn Bear Ass! The Bear's Ass to End All Bear Asses!"

"What? I wanted you to find me the Baroness Alysane's end of year assessment."

"...it was all pointless?!"

"I really would like to know what goes through that head of yours..."
 
DragonParadox said:
Opportunity Knocks ​

Seventeenth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC

Enchanted Outfitters, Bazaar of a Thousand Sins, City of Brass

There was no such thing as night in the City of Brass, nor did its masters have any use for such a time. The flames of the Eternal Furnace invigorated them that they might work ever diligently upon the tasks of the Great Sultan. For most slaves, of course, there was little rest save what they could steal way in the moments their overseers finally gave up wringing work from feeble mortal bodies in disgust. But still there were many within the vast labyrinth of streets and markets who were neither kin to fire nor slaves under the lash. They made due with ash-cloth curtains or for the more cautious iron shutters such as the one that now covered the uppermost windows of Enchanted Outfitters. Alas that customers could arrive at any time and so could other more perilous things...

"Wake up, there's trouble out front," Bronn's voice woke Maelor from his wonderful dream of taking a swim in the proper sea back home, the one made of water, not benign oil and flesh-eating monsters.

"Trouble? What kind?" the young mage asked, snapping awake in an instant, a skill that was every bit as useful here as it had been back in Mantarys.

"I think it's an escaped slave, she says she has a message from her master, a fellow by the name of Siles bin Faran, but she has the look," the sellsword said. He did not have to explain further. A slave still in their chains could wear one of a thousand different faces depending on what task they were set and how much their masters valued them, but a newly escaped slave bore the same expression, dread and desperate hope mixed together.

Siles bin Faran... the fellow who had sold him that strange bone talisman last month, the boy remembered. He had recommended himself as a Recognized Scholar and Maelor was inclined to take him at his word for it. Few would dare claim access to the Repository of the Order of the Wall without being of that organization. While the abjurers were the most 'forgiving' of the three great orders that formed the backbone of the City's recognized mages, their mercy manifested in the fact that they would usually choose quick executions over the long torturous sacrifices of the Flame of Iblis or the experiments of the Brass Shapers.

Taking the steps two at a time he rushed into the front room as quickly as his feet could take him. An escaped slave could bring no end of unwelcome attention to the shop, the sooner she was sent off the Plane the better it was for everyone. Briefly he considered just pushing her out the door for the slave catchers, but he could not bring himself to be that callous. It was one thing to use those that expected to be used and would do the same right back given half the chance like the bazaar gangs, but a slave who'd been clever enough or just desperate enough to flee...

"I know you are looking for Lore on the Restricted Index, my master can get you what you need, even a pass into the Repository if you help him..." The first words out of the girl's mouth scattered Maelor's thoughts like ashes in the breeze. She looked to be about his age, maybe a little younger, pale skinned and brown haired without a hint of fiend or genie blood, wholly unremarkable save for the fact that to mage sight she burned like a beacon with all the wards that had been laid upon her.

"And if I were interested in such a thing what would your master ask for of me and mine?" Maelor asked carefully, taking a second look to make sure she wasn't possessed. Clean as a whistle.

"Nephrys of the Shapers has him, trying to dig out his secrets with a brass spoon 'r somethin'," the girl replied with a shiver of unease. "I can't get in to talk to the other Wall-folk in time, they've got procedures for stuff like this." She said the word like it was the name of some mystical beast. "By the time I get to anyone important enough to matter..."

Looks like I'll be making a visit to the Deep after all, though the only water I'll be seeing is Yss' pool, Maelor thought. No way I'm going into this blind.

OOC: You guys did vote to have Maelor look for efreeti lore beyond what was publicly available, so here we are.
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My paranoia is tingling! This is great, DP. The CoB operation has such a different tone to it than most of the other stuff our people are involved in.

How are Maelor and Bronn doing XP-wise?

I'm looking forward to more of these CoB interludes. More please?
 
Need more votes, folks.
Adhoc vote count started by Goldfish on Dec 6, 2019 at 1:33 PM, finished with 48 posts and 7 votes.
  • [X] Insane Warg
    -[X] Keep him prisoner for a few more weeks transmuted into a book so you can transcribe as much of his knowledge as is useful
    [X] Blackwood Weirwood Heart Tree
    -[X] Wait until you can do so publicly after the conquest
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What do we think we are going to get out of this guys book? He's been hyper focused on these two families for the last couple hundred years.
 
silvanknight said:
Rickard has had literal millenia of experience in warging.

Bloodraven has better things to do than teach Warging 101.
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Ok. He's been doing it longer. Fair point. Making someone a book. It puts down everything they know right? Not just the skills? Do we need a book detailing the wrongs inflicted on these two houses over millennia? Haven't we been them to let it stay buried in the past? Putting it to print and letting people read it seems hypocritical. Unless we have someone rewrite it without those bits.
 
Angelazreal1 said:
Ok. He's been doing it longer. Fair point. Making someone a book. It puts down everything they know right? Not just the skills? Do we need a book detailing the wrongs inflicted on these two houses over millennia? Haven't we been them to let it stay buried in the past? Putting it to print and letting people read it seems hypocritical. Unless we have someone rewrite it without those bits.
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That's the plan. Copy all of the useful warging information/family secrets, then sacrifice him. There are spells to go through book info pretty fast, and Calligraphy Wyrms help too.
 
DragonParadox said:
No, gear would be superfluous to someone rooted to the ground and with access to to skill bonuses from being connected to a god-mind
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True but I bet he'd appreciate some comfort stuff. Cant see him getting much in terms of variety in his diet over there unless he Heroes feasts all his food. Even then I figure it's Old God themed food. Guy could use an Endless Espresso Machine and a Everfull Hot Coco Mug.
 
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