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

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Duesal said:
I'm mainly concerned about them finding something that is way over their heads and ending up getting mind controlled or lobotomized. I wouldn't put it past the Deep Ones to set this kind of trap, anticipating that we'd eventually come over to take a look.

It'd be nice if the Many could advance in psionic class levels.
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Maybe they can.

Or maybe they are still growing and will advance in RHD some more?
We know very little about them.
 
I just remembered why I wanted that Mindworm. The Immersion Awareness that he had. I want to place that on all our aquatic creatures. Make them immune to crits and flanking.
 
Zavvnao said:
If we are worried about killing/removing the parasite being a dead-man switch, it would be nice if it was sentient enough for us to turn away from its masters and task. I don't think it that smart is or could be swayed if it was though.

I know, it is a brain-eating slug parasite, but I am just listing ideas on how to avoid a brainplosion.

Another idea is to trick it into thinking it is in its host, via flesh-crafted grey matter. That way it is not a real brain being destroyed if/when it realizes something is up.
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If it can be negotiated with, we can easily provide it a body, the Flesh Forges are quite capable of making bodies, with no soul, and if there's no original occupant, we have no moral problem giving it the body.
 
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Interlude DCXCVI: From Dreams to Bright Morning Passing
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    • From Dreams to Bright Morning Passing ​

    Second Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    From a distance one might mistake the small manse with its brick red roof and plane white colonnades for the abode of some petty magister of the sort which were common throughout the Disputed Lands, but were starting to fall into disuse and disrepair as of late as former slaves moved off the lands and tried their fortune in the cities, but the fields were rippling green with the new crops and the orchard in the distance looked well tended to. Perhaps it belonged to a rare magister who treated his slaves well and had enough coin to pay them equally well after they had been freed, a visitor might think. The truth was far stranger, revealed in the glint of small silver wings on the horizon.

    The glint became the silhouette of a diminutive dragon soundlessly passing through a high study window to perch on the edge of an empty burgundy armchair. "Hail cousin," the dragon, who was in truth Princess Daenerys Targaryen, said to the man reading in the other armchair by the steady glow of conjured light. "How has the sweet country air served you?"

    "Better than one might hope for being such a novel experience," Laenor Targaryen, last priest of Syrax Who Was and Might Be Again, replied. "I have never spent much time rusticating, I was given to the temple as a child when I proved to have the gift of prophecy. It was a great honor and one I do not regret taking even now for all the grief it has brought me. After all, I am still here to taste new joys, the dead under their blanket of earth and worms have only cold silence to comfort them."

    As she twisted in her chair, taking human form as she did, so the young princess pondered the answer. It was one she had heard from Malarys and could just as easily imagine it on Zherys' lips, after being reunited with her children even on Saenena's and she would like to think it would be the answer she might give had she found herself in the place of the elder mages awakened among the ruins of her home to a changing world. Yet at the back of her mind she could not help but wonder if this was the poisoned hook by which the Fallen God was snared, the Doom of Valyria assured. Be that as it may, I did not come here to darken his day, she thought shaking the notion away. "Have you considered the offer I made last month? You would not have to live in the city to teach in the Scholarum, not with translocation magic available."

    "I have certainly thought of it, but as it happens I have found some responsibilities right here." From the smile on his face they could not have been too onerous. "Come, I'll show you..."

    Quickly stepping down two flights of sweeping stairs the old priest and the young princess soon found their way upon an unexpected landing. If I remember right this is usually where they put the....

    The halfhearted cry of an infant not quite upset enough to wail rang out.

    Nursery... "A bit early isn't it?" Dany asked in jest as the door slid open to reveal a child of perhaps three or four months past his first year unsteadily standing on the edge of his bed as he complained about some doubtlessly grave trespass against his dignity to the young woman who had the look of his mother.

    She turned to greet them with the quick and gracious smile of one adept in complex courtesies, even surprising ones. "Rylesa Agreis," she bowed deep in spite of the princess' age, knowing who she was.

    The rest was easy enough to guess, a young widow unable to keep up the family lands, looking to sell and ending up 'buying in' to the deeply lonely Laenor instead, in a manner of speaking. You had better not be taking advantage of him, Dany thought darkly, eyeing the woman beneath her lashes. He wouldn't thank me for meddling, she shook off the thought, keeping a smile on her lips as she continued to lay out the virtues of a Scholarum post to both of them this time.

    By the time she flew back towards Sorcerer's Deep Daenerys had secured her distant kin's aid. Perhaps some day he would even take a dragon.

    Laenor Targaryen secured as Scholarum Teacher (Level 13 Concept Cleric of Knowledge and Dream)

    OOC: Not exactly the most action packed two months back from the grave, but Laenor is doing a bit better.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    From Dreams to Bright Morning Passing ​

    Second Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    From a distance, one might mistake the small manse with its red brick roof and plain white colonnades for the abode of some petty magister of the sort which were common throughout the Disputed Lands, but were now starting to fall into disuse and disrepair as of late, as former slaves moved off the lands and tried their fortune in the cities The fields around this one, however, were rippling green with the new crops and the orchard in the distance looked well tended to. Perhaps it belonged to a rare magister who treated his slaves well and had enough coin to pay them equally well after they had been freed, a visitor might think. The truth was far stranger, revealed in the glint of small silver wings on the horizon.

    The glint became the silhouette of a diminutive dragon soundlessly passing through a high study window to perch on the edge of an empty burgundy armchair. "Hail cousin," the dragon, who was in truth Princess Daenerys Targaryen, said to the man reading in the other armchair by the steady glow of conjured light. "How has the sweet country air served you?"

    "Better than one might hope, for being such a novel experience," Laenor Targaryen, last priest of Syrax Who Was and Might Be Again, replied. "I have never spent much time rusticating. I was given to the temple as a child when I proved to have the gift of prophecy. It was a great honor and one I do not regret taking even now, for all the grief it has brought me. After all, I am still here to taste new joys, the dead under their blanket of earth and worms have only cold silence to comfort them."

    As she twisted in her chair, taking human form as she did so, the young princess pondered the answer. It was one she had heard from Malarys and could just as easily imagine it on Zherys' lips, after being reunited with her children even on Saenena's, and she would like to think it would be the answer she might give had she found herself in the place of the elder mages awakened among the ruins of her home to a changing world. Yet at the back of her mind, she could not help but wonder if this was the poisoned hook by which the Fallen God was snared, the Doom of Valyria assured. Be that as it may, I did not come here to darken his day, she thought shaking the notion away. "Have you considered the offer I made last month? You would not have to live in the city to teach in the Scholarum, not with translocation magic available."

    "I have certainly thought of it, but as it happens I have found some responsibilities right here." From the smile on his face they could not have been too onerous. "Come, I'll show you..."

    Quickly stepping down two flights of sweeping stairs the old priest and the young princess soon found their way upon an unexpected landing. If I remember right, this is usually where they put the....

    The halfhearted cry of an infant not quite upset enough to wail rang out.

    Nursery... "A bit early isn't it?" Dany asked in jest as the door slid open to reveal a child of perhaps three or four months past his first year unsteadily standing on the edge of his bed as he complained about some doubtlessly grave trespass against his dignity to the young woman who had the look of his mother.

    She turned to greet them with the quick and gracious smile of one adept in complex courtesies, even surprising ones. "Rylesa Agreis," she bowed deep in spite of the princess' age, knowing who she was.

    The rest was easy enough to guess, a young widow unable to keep up the family lands, looking to sell and ending up 'buying in' to the deeply lonely Laenor instead, in a manner of speaking. You had better not be taking advantage of him, Dany thought darkly, eyeing the woman beneath her lashes. He wouldn't thank me for meddling, she shook off the thought, keeping a smile on her lips as she continued to lay out the virtues of a Scholarum post to both of them this time.

    By the time she flew back towards Sorcerer's Deep, Daenerys had secured her distant kin's aid. Perhaps some day he would even take a dragon.

    Laenor Targaryen secured as Scholarum Teacher (Level 13 Concept Cleric of Knowledge and Dream)

    OOC: Not exactly the most action packed two months back from the grave, but Laenor is doing a bit better.
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    Made a few edits to the chapter, DP.
     
    Rylesa better not treat Laenor badly, else Dany might have...words with her.

    /insert scary little Dragon princess picture
     
    Nice. It's always good to have more teacher variety. Does he have a preference regarding where he'll teach?
    I'm thinking either SD or Volantis (he might like some of the Volantene, and he'll certainly be well-received there).
     
    Duesal said:
    @DragonParadox, could he team up with Aenie Caleris for the dreamlands research? That's our weakest area of study.

    This is assuming he's allowed to conduct research on the side to a reduced degree.
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    He is really not interested in being a researcher, Dany just convinced him to be a teacher.

    TalonofAnathrax said:
    Nice. It's always good to have more teacher variety. Does he have a preference regarding where he'll teach?
    I'm thinking either SD or Volantis (he might like some of the Volantene, and he'll certainly be well-received there).
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    Either works fine, so does Tyrosh.
     
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