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

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So, ah, our general plan is still "split Companions and minions to attack the GC forces, the Shadow Plane Fortress, and the Yi-Ti spies in a three-way battle", yes?

Side note, we really should prepare for Timmie bringing Outsiders.
Maybe even Dragon-Outsiders.

If we indeed decide to taunt her with the Red Dragon Orb (to ensure she doesn't decide to cut her losses), we'd have a far more complex fight on our hands...
But also far juicier targets to capture and/or put the Well of Eternity into.

For the latter, ofc, we need to prioritize either finding F!Aegon or Timmie's Avatar.
And then managing to non-lethaly subdue them somehow.


@Goldfish, Vee's elementals are indeed one of the beat forces we can put on this field to kill a fuckton of GC.
...Even though they are largely pointless chaff that means nothing until they start doing ritual suicide to empower Timmie's Champs.

We also happen to have some of the "make summoned elementals stronger"-root, iirc, yes?
 
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egoo said:
We also happen to have some of the "make summoned elementals stronger"-root, iirc, yes?
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You mean the sap that lets a Summoning spell be cast as a Standard Action rather than a Full Round Action? That's better for mid-combat Summoning.

If we have Vee on anti-army duty, she'll be Summoning while invisible and out of range, so that dozens of her Orglash Elementals sweep down across the GC simultaneously. Her Summon Nature's Ally spells have double normal duration, so it will be fairly easy to time it so that each Elemental will be able to use all three of their Cone of Cold attacks on huge swaths of the GC forces.
 
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Goldfish said:
You mean the sap that lets a Summoning spell be cast as a Standard Action rather than a Full Round Action? That's better for mid-combat Summoning.

If we have Vee on anti-army duty, she'll be Summoning while invisible and out of range, so that dozens of her Orglash Elementals sweep down across the GC simultaneously. Her Summon Nature's Ally spells have double normal duration, so it will be fairly easy to time it so that each Elemental will be able to use all three of their Cone of Cold attacks on huge swaths of the GC forces.
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Haven't we crafter some of this?
We wanted to, iirc.
Root of the World Tree
Source Mythic Adventures pg. 156
Aura strong conjuration; CL 17th
Slot none;
Price 300 gp (Lesser), 1,000 gp (Normal), 2,500 gp (Greater);
Weight —
Description
This fibrous powder is ground from bark harvested from the roots of trees growing across planar boundaries. When thrown in the air as part of casting a conjuration (summoning) spell, it grants the creatures summoned the advanced simple template. If the caster also expends one use of mythic power, the summoned creatures gain DR 5/epic, or DR 10/epic if they have at least 11 HD. Lesser root affects conjuration (summoning) spells up to 3rd level, normal root conjuration (summoning) spells up to 6th level, and greater root any conjuration (summoning) spell.
Construction
Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, Mythic Crafter, Augment Summoning, heroism;
Cost 150 gp (Lesser), 500 gp (Normal), 1,250 gp (Greater)
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That would be really helpful. If possible, wonder how much we could get per sacrificial HD?
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My bet is on minimum CR, but reward is HD dependent. It's pretty good stuff TBH but only super amazing in the hands of a Mythic Caster... than again, why have anyone else use it? Viserys and Lya would at least get full mileage out of it.
 
One Autumn Leaf said:
Doesnt every death count as a sacrifice to Tiamat? Because if so then maybe we should just try to subdue them?
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Yeah, all the power invested in the entity sworn to Tiamat goes back to her, unless said entity is sacrificed to other Deity.
Greed Domain is bullshit.

I recon, regular humans won't mean much power though, not unless they start ritual suicide en-mass to stop us.
They can probably summon lots of trouble on our heads if they die in sufficient numbers near F!Aegon or an Avatar of TIm's, what with DBZ-powerups being a... thing, for her.
 
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Canon Omake: The Spice of Magic Part VIII
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    • The Spice of Magic Part VIII
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    Ninth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
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    Tracking the rapidly vanishing flecks of white in the distance, the last traces of gulls and their accompanying cries faded with the arrival of fulminating storm clouds, ones that too often proved swifter than one could guess their pattern nor note their arrival before deckhands had tied things down well in advance. There was a man who stood on the deck amidst the bustle, pulled from his work as he hadn't in any of the other storms he'd ever been in and survived to tell the tale.

    He was young, but that only implied he'd started sailing younger given his weathered features, a cabin boy who'd been pulled up onto the deck of a boat while an urchin to replace some salt who'd been lost in any number of the hazards of life at sea, before slavery had been outlawed in a greater part of Western Essos and even beyond it men were more hesitant to ply the trade in a world where the Basilisk Isles weren't full of pirates and many of the way-stations and ports of call where a man could restock supplies were hostile to their sort, and inspections even amid seas weren't as rare an occurrence as far as the edges of the Jade Sea.

    He wasn't born to this life, but it had clung to him like the spray of the sea and the scent of salt. And life at sea, even one with newfound freedom, was uncertain, but held a rhythm of its own, more sure than fighting pirates who'd just as soon set a collar about your neck as the captain you sailed under, more regular than the kindness of strangers on unfamiliar shores. It was no surprise a man who couldn't imagine himself working a plow was reached out to under these circumstances. He was just the sort it wanted.

    The deck of the ship, the blue and grey horizon, the swaying of the waves, these vanished beneath the surf and the man was pulled further under with the proverbial tide. And in its wake only darkness, darkness and a voice shouting in the distance, a crooning song of the ocean, the bulk of some great beast shifting and expanding and roiling... this was no gentle giant, no lullaby of the whale.

    He turned one eighty degrees and found the black void to be all-encompassing, his mind's eye divorced from physical concepts like north and south as up swiftly became down.

    Primitive creature. You touched my mind?

    "What?" the man replied, baffled by the sense of other surrounding this presence.

    Fumbling in ignorance. Perhaps you are not hopeless as the last. When will you understand your gifts fully?

    The presence was curious, then disdainful, a sense of one examining an ant under nail, the cruel whims of the mighty brushing up against a mind far smaller, one baffled by the concept of thought and sound transmuted into pure sensation.


    Consider this a mercy. Open your mind. L̷̛̳͈̘̪̼̬̺͕͒́̃̊̎̑͋̅͆̄͛͜ͅͅȩ̷̯͎̰̩͇͚̣̩̭̦̲͉͉̰̲͔̬̎̃̈̅̄͌̎̓̂̊̅̀́͊́̊͝͝ͅt̸̨̲̦͇̞̥͓̅̌̈́̎̿͠ ̷̤̊̑m̶̢̛͍̰̩͕̠̦͓̔̿̎̆̑̽̿̿̇̆̆̇͑̑̄̈́̕͘̕͜͝ẽ̵̛̥̭͇̻̬̫̩̥̰̟̙̇̋̓̇̿̑̑̀͋̑̍͘͘̚͝ ̷̧̟̖̺̦͓̫̩̩̃̈́́̇i̵̹̠̠̹͖̱̫̐̏͆́̑̀̈́͋͑̑̈́̔̎̐̐̌̄͜ņ̸̛̪̩̮̹̝͚͕͓͇̩͉͖͕͎͖̝̃͑̓̿͗̎͛͆́̀̒͊̓̋͐͋̓͗ͅ.̵̢̨͍̬̭̭̮̬͍̖͎̝̔͊̾̾̈̓̒͋͋̌̔̀̐̃͂͒͘͘̕͘͝


    The man came back to himself just in time to see the rising waves in the distance, the sheer unstoppable force behind the rapidly approaching storm, the rising fury of the elements set against man, that had reaped untold lives of sailors since the first day man dared to tread waters and navigate treacherous currents.

    What seemed like a dozen rubbery appendages rose from the ocean, one of them lined with foot-long spikes, tearing a sailor away that had pushed him down. His hand gripped the rope tied to his waist toughly even as a high pitched scream tore through the air, viscera briefly showering the deck as one half of a corpse plunged into the surf and the other splattered across the ship.

    The ship groaned, creaked, then shattered.

    Something hard hit the man in the skull, and he was lost beneath the darkness again.

    ***​

    Dove.

    Dove.

    D    OVE.

    "Dove! Wake the fuck up!" The stormtrooper noted the blade held up against his throat, then noted he had a knife angled and an inch away from plunging into the neck of burly Kraken, who was frozen with one hand on his shoulder. Phantom looked on grimly. "The fuck is wrong with that head of yours?"

    Dove dropped the knife, Kraken backing away, and to his credit on steady feet, despite the swaying of the ship. "You were talking in your sleep," the other soldier noted, darkly. "What the Hells was that?"

    "Grandfather," Dove replied, eyes hollow.

    He didn't elaborate, giving some half-way believable excuse. He had proven himself enough for them to take him at his word.

    There would come a time when he would have to explain further, but not while at sea.
     
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    • Crake said:
    The Spice of Magic Part VIII
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    Ninth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    Tracking the rapidly vanishing flecks of white in the distance, the last traces of gulls and their accompanying cries faded with the arrival of fulminating storm clouds, ones that too often proved swifter than one could guess their pattern nor note their arrival before deckhands had tied things down well in advance. There was a man who stood on the deck amidst the bustle, pulled from his work as he hadn't in any of the other storms he'd ever been in and survived to tell the tale.

    He was young, but that only implied he'd started sailing younger given his weathered features, a cabin boy who'd been pulled up onto the deck of a boat while an urchin to replace some salt who'd been lost in any number of the hazards of life at sea, before slavery had been outlawed in a greater part of Western Essos and even beyond it men were more hesitant to ply the trade in a world where the Basilisk Isles weren't full of pirates and many of the way-stations and ports of call where a man could restock supplies were hostile to their sort, and inspections even amid seas weren't as rare an occurrence as far as the edges of the Jade Sea.

    He wasn't born to this life, but it had clung to him like the spray of the sea and the scent of salt. And life at sea, even one with newfound freedom, was uncertain, but held a rhythm of its own, more sure than fighting pirates who'd just as soon set a collar about your neck as the captain you sailed under, more regular than the kindness of strangers on unfamiliar shores. It was no surprise a man who couldn't imagine himself working a plow was reached out to under these circumstances. He was just the sort it wanted.

    The deck of the ship, the blue and grey horizon, the swaying of the waves, these vanished beneath the surf and the man was pulled further under with the proverbial tide. And in its wake only darkness, darkness and a voice shouting in the distance, a crooning song of the ocean, the bulk of some great beast shifting and expanding and roiling... this was no gentle giant, no lullaby of the whale.

    He turned one eighty degrees and found the black void to be all-encompassing, his mind's eye divorced from physical concepts like north and south as up swiftly became down.

    Primitive creature. You touched my mind?

    "What?" the man replied, baffled by the sense of other surrounding this presence.

    Fumbling in ignorance. Perhaps you are not hopeless as the last. When will you understand your gifts fully?

    The presence was curious, then disdainful, a sense of one examining an ant under nail, the cruel whims of the mighty brushing up against a mind far smaller, one baffled by the concept of thought and sound transmuted into pure sensation.


    Consider this a mercy. Open your mind. L̷̛̳͈̘̪̼̬̺͕͒́̃̊̎̑͋̅͆̄͛͜ͅͅȩ̷̯͎̰̩͇͚̣̩̭̦̲͉͉̰̲͔̬̎̃̈̅̄͌̎̓̂̊̅̀́͊́̊͝͝ͅt̸̨̲̦͇̞̥͓̅̌̈́̎̿͠ ̷̤̊̑m̶̢̛͍̰̩͕̠̦͓̔̿̎̆̑̽̿̿̇̆̆̇͑̑̄̈́̕͘̕͜͝ẽ̵̛̥̭͇̻̬̫̩̥̰̟̙̇̋̓̇̿̑̑̀͋̑̍͘͘̚͝ ̷̧̟̖̺̦͓̫̩̩̃̈́́̇i̵̹̠̠̹͖̱̫̐̏͆́̑̀̈́͋͑̑̈́̔̎̐̐̌̄͜ņ̸̛̪̩̮̹̝͚͕͓͇̩͉͖͕͎͖̝̃͑̓̿͗̎͛͆́̀̒͊̓̋͐͋̓͗ͅ.̵̢̨͍̬̭̭̮̬͍̖͎̝̔͊̾̾̈̓̒͋͋̌̔̀̐̃͂͒͘͘̕͘͝


    The man came back to himself just in time to see the rising waves in the distance, the sheer unstoppable force behind the rapidly approaching storm, the rising fury of the elements set against man, that had reaped untold lives of sailors since the first day man dared to tread waters and navigate treacherous currents.

    What seemed like a dozen rubbery appendages rose from the ocean, one of them lined with foot-long spikes, tearing a sailor away that had pushed him down. His hand gripped the rope tied to his waist toughly even as a high pitched scream tore through the air, viscera briefly showering the deck as one half of a corpse plunged into the surf and the other splattered across the ship.

    The ship groaned, creaked, then shattered.

    Something hard hit the man in the skull, and he was lost beneath the darkness again.

    ***​

    Dove.

    Dove.

    D    OVE.

    "Dove! Wake the fuck up!" The stormtrooper noted the blade held up against his throat, then noted he had a knife angled and an inch away from plunging into the neck of burly Kraken, who was frozen with one hand on his shoulder. Phantom looked on grimly. "The fuck is wrong with that head of yours?"

    Dove dropped the knife, Kraken backing away, and to his credit on steady feet, despite the swaying of the ship. "You were talking in your sleep," the other soldier noted, darkly. "What the Hells was that?"

    "Grandfather," Dove replied, eyes hollow.

    He didn't elaborate, giving some half-way believable excuse. He had proven himself enough for them to take him at his word.

    There would come a time when he would have to explain further, but not while at sea.
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    Oh shit! Aboleth Interrupt! :o

    This can go so many ways, most of them bad.
    TalonofAnathrax said:
    Oh, sounds like Dove is being mind-controlled.
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    Maybe. Probably, even.

    But Aboleths are tricky and not always what they seem. The Deep Ones are more than the Illithids. Allies of convenience aren't always reliable, and we know that something recenty shared the Elder Brains' secret with at least some of the other Mindflayers. If it was the Aboleths, as I speculated, this could be yet another move by those creatures to damage the positions of their fellow Far Realm rejects.

    Very interested to see where Crake takes this.
     
    Any Aboleth with any sense will know that we're planning to nuke their main cities and destroy their hard-earned research, defenses and slaves. Why would they sabotage each other in a way that made things better for us?

    I could believe an Aboleth from off-plane trying to get us to kill its enemies on this plane by wrecking our guys and pinning the blame on another Deep One base, but not actually directly making us stronger or wealthier.
    So IMO this is probably very bad news for Dove and the expedition.
     
    TalonofAnathrax said:
    Any Aboleth with any sense will know that we're planning to nuke their main cities and destroy their hard-earned research, defenses and slaves. Why would they sabotage each other in a way that made things better for us?

    I could believe an Aboleth from off-plane trying to get us to kill its enemies on this plane by wrecking our guys and pinning the blame on another Deep One base, but not actually directly making us stronger or wealthier.
    So IMO this is probably very bad news for Dove and the expedition.
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    Most likely.

    We don't really know what kind of Aboleth presence their is on Planetos, however, nor how invested they are in this particular Deep One infestation. This one might have an interest in its fellow Aberrations failing here.

    Or it could be concerned about the eventual fate of Planetos if the Others aren't stopped, and doesn't think the Deep Ones are up to the task? Mindflayers are short-lived beings, with only their Elder Brains having the opportunity to gain an immortal's perspective, while all Aboleths can live indefinitely, with even the young of their kind maintaining an unbroken chain of memories stretching back millions of years. If Planetos is their planet of origin (that could explain a lot of shit), there could be some interest in insuring it remains intact and relatively free of Void-taint for the foreseeable future.

    Just speculating. :)
     
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    Just a note that Aboleths have about as mysterious an origin as Illithids, though they are extremely concerned with the latter's own. And generally contemptuous of everything not an Aboleth.

    Also, I never said what kind of Eldritch Abomination this is, but I've already gotten multiple guesses! It's fun that there's so many to choose from that no one is likely more correct than another...
     
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    Also, I never said what kind of Eldritch Abomination this is, but I've already gotten multiple guesses! It's fun that there's so many to choose from that no
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    There's more Eldritch Monstrosities?! Oh wait, what am I saying, of course there's more.

    Now time to guess which one that our dear friend 'Dove' has quite literally dove for.

    *looks at pirated PDF books*

    *looks at the number of pages*

    ...but I shall leave that to the erudites to figure out.
     
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