I'm actually really picky about my bread, and unironically am the type of person who tries every bakery in town when moving in somewhere until I find one that makes satisfactory baguettes. Don't expect me to eat yesterday's bread for breakfast either - I'd sooner get up 20min earlier and go buy fresh bread (bakeries usually open around 6AM).
Crisp is good, but you don't want them too crisp.
What I'm trying to get to is "please don't ping me if it's to make jokes about baguettes set on fire and bathed in tear gas, that doesn't sound appetizing at all".
What I'm trying to get to is "please don't ping me if it's to make jokes about baguettes set on fire and bathed in tear gas, that doesn't sound appetizing at all".
Adhoc vote count started by Goldfish on Feb 7, 2020 at 6:42 AM, finished with 112 posts and 13 votes.
[X] Plan "Fairwell, Golden Company." -[X] Opening Moves: --[X] Team Viserys: Viserys casts True Casting, then hits Aegon's tent and the surrounding area with a Maximized Mythic Searing Agonizing Shadow of the Doom spell while using all three charges from his ring to grant an additional +4d6 Fire damage spell (270 Searing Fire damage and 6 STR, DEX, & CON damage to those who succeed on a DC 32 Fortitude saving throw). Lya targets the Temple of Tiamat with an Earthquake spell via Wild Arcana. --[X] Team Malarys: Tyene Sunbursts the officer tents while Rina targets the mage tents and surrounding area with her Fell Boreal Wind spell. They both activate their Beads of Karma prior to casting, to boost their caster levels by +4 for the next 10 minutes. --[X] Each Erinyes Kill Squad will choose a Golden Company Drake to target, directing the full might of their Undead forces against it while they harass them from range. The Wyverns will begin targeting the other Drake with their Teleporting Beetle Bombs. --[X] Team Vee: Vee will begin Summoning and the Minotaurs will eat a Fairy Cap to grow to Huge-size. --[X] Team Havoc: They will move on the war elephants and their mages. The Undead Brutes will lead the charge. --[X] Team Shadow begins their planned assassinations. --[X] Team Yss and the Moonchaser will remain in reserve for now.
Aegon's tent, hung with the conquered banners of scores of companies and tribes of the eastern vales, burns in crimson fire rising sixty feet and more in the air. The gilded skulls of company captains past melt without a whisper of protest. So passes from the world the last remnant of Bittersteel, and so you know you had not killed anyone of note. There had been no ward to overcome, no arcane contingency flaring. Aegon had not been in the tent, and neither had anything else of note, though dozens, hundreds of soldiers and officers had seen him going in and out of it at all hours of the day and night. Distantly you wonder how they had done it. A glamour sealed against True Sight? Flesh-shaping to create body doubles?
While 'Aegon's tent' burns the mages tents fall under killing frost, draining warmth and life from all beneath them. Only one stays up, the necromancer's, likely empty.
Lya's spell by contrast barely sends a ripple through the ground when it strikes the temple's wards, though Tyene's burst of scaling radiance like the heart of the Dornish desert cleaves a path of destruction through the officer's tents. Unfortunately it also makes too bright a showing to be able to tell if any of them have managed to escape. Horns ring and drums beat. Fully a third of the Prismatic Drakes pivot from their slow dance to attack you where you fly, their maker's poisoned light beneath their wings and in their gaze.
They never have a prayer of reaching you. Dead things and Devils who had fought in the first of all wars fall upon them, black-shafted arrows and screeching claws against ethereal magics and Tiamat's rage. To their credit the Drakes do not lose their formation in the face of the harrowing dead, and their riders almost match the Erinyes shot for shot. Dozens of Undead Harpies fall out of the sky at their first exhalation, the streams crossing until the skies shimmer into unreality and spitters burn in puffs of noxious smoke.
31x Necro-Harpies
18x Spitter Swarms
54x Spitters
25x Fireflies (Suicide Weapons)
4x Erinyes Wounded
Alas for one rider the breath of magic cannot be everywhere. Fireflies find their mark. Alchemical flames scour the beast's back, killing the man instantly, and drawing a bellow of pain from the Drake. Then the Black Knights smash into the foe, the strongest of Qyburn's creations. Like men they seem though never had they been alive as one—stitched together from countless different corpses, empowered with arcane humors distilled by the Forge they fight with a ferocity to match the Drakes' own... match it and surpass it. Every blow the enemy lands draw another in return. Sheer weight of enchanted steel and strength of dead flesh telling against being begotten to face a sorcerous attack. The Drake that was almost killed in the firestorm ripples out of existence, gone. Of course Tiamat would have given them teleportation charms, you curse inwardly. At least they were not warded against divination.
3x Drake Riders
8x Drakes Wounded
1x Drake forced to teleport out
As Vee begins to call forth air spirits one after another, a living storm of her wrath, the Harbinger's shadow descends upon the elephants, lurid green wildfyre sweeping a wide arc across the beasts. One of the mages motions desperately upwards, triggering a ward not casting a spell you realize, and the fire turns back upon the construct. 'That trick had been meant for you,' Varys notes grudgingly impressed, though the half melted chest does not deter the Harbinger in its descent, much less the great Brass Bull with with hooves of fire. Here too the dead lead the charge. Here too they die again as traps and wards are triggered, impaling them on stone spikes and crushing them under a wall of air turned briefly as dense as steel.
2x Black Brutes Wounded (One critically)
Harbinger damaged by its own breath weapon
It is not enough. One of the elephants dies with a trumpeting cry of pain to the breath of the new dragon-headed Darkenbeasts while the mage is pulled down from his mount and smashed into submission by spiked daintiness flesh. The last mage seems to consider his options, frozen for a moment, then casts out his hands towards the beast chanting a prayer to Tiamat, a dragonscale pendant held high. Something like the token of the Merling King you used in Lys so long ago, only this is meant to command dragons, you realize with a shiver going down your spine. Thankfully it seems Tiamat is too distracted to grant the sorcerer's words the weight they need to command the beasts.
1 Elephant (Dead)
1 Mage (Captured)
Your eyes return to the temple still standing defiant. You suspect you will find out what she is busying herself with all too soon, and you doubt it will be divination.
What do you do next?
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OOC: That was a lot of rolls, but fun to deal with conflict on this scale instead of just standard D&D party size.
@DragonParadox, how? The Harbinger is fully made of Valyrian Steel. It's immune to wildfire. I don't see how merely reflecting the breath could ever overcome that innate immunity.
One of the mages motions desperately upwards, triggering a ward not casting a spell you realize and the fire turns back upon the construct. That trick had been meant for you, Varys notes grudgingly impressed, though the half melted chest does not deter the Harbringer in its descent, much elss the great brass bull with with hooves of fire.
If someone is not only immune to Fire, but activly healed by it, as some Golems are, then that should not be easily overcome.
I was kinda thinking a lot of the City of Brass golems would eventually pull that trick against us and our searing flame?
@DragonParadox, how? The Harbinger is fully made of Valyrian Steel. It's immune to wildfire. I don't see how merely reflecting the breath could ever overcome that innate immunity.
When a chosen priest of the goddess of dragons designs and anti-dragon spell that makes said dragon's own breath betray them as they 'betrayed' Tiamat tings like innate immunity matter less than they normally would. If anything this is a compliment to Lya's spellctraft that the Harbinger was Dragon enough to count
When a chosen priest of the goddess of dragons designs and anti-dragon spell that makes said dragon's own breath betray them as they 'betrayed' Tiamat tings like innate immunity matter less than they normally would. If anything this is a compliment to Lya's spellctraft that the Harbinger was Dragon enough to count
When a chosen priest of the goddess of dragons designs and anti-dragon spell that makes said dragon's own breath betray them as they 'betrayed' Tiamat tings like innate immunity matter less than they normally would. If anything this is a compliment to Lya's spellctraft that the Harbinger was Dragon enough to count
This was cool. It needs a beta-reader of some sort, but it was a very nice chapter in a number of ways. It was nice to see chaff fighting and dying, it was nice to see the GC be prepared, and it was nice to see things explode (even if they were ultimately not the most important things).
I was about the criticise the GC for the idiocy of warding against Dragon breath when we're a Sorcerer with Disjunction and save-or-dies, but in fact we do use our breath weapon surprisingly often (I just remembered Tyrosh, for example).
I was about the criticise the GC for the idiocy of warding against Dragon breath when we're a Sorcerer with Disjunction and save-or-dies, but in fact we do use our breath weapon surprisingly often (I just remembered Tyrosh, for example).
To be fair to them a Dragon not using their breath is like a Knight not using his sword. It can happen, but only if the Knight disregards years of inbuilt instincts or just really wants to cave someone's head in with a shield.
Still now that we've rung the Doorbell what's step 2?
That so called princeling is here somewhere.
I doubt that little cuss has cut and run, him killing us is too much of a narrative win for him to do so, and I also doubt the 5 headed Bitch Queen would allow him to.
Maybe in the Temple? It would be far safer than a tent, no matter what that thing was made of.
He's either directing the ritual, hence the Temple here on the plains being heavily warded, or he's in the Shadow Fortress... in which case, there's nowhere left to run.
Well, the SotD might not have offed Aegon, but I wasn't expecting it to catch him. Still, at 22nd caster level it would still have affected an area larger than 100 feet x 80 ft. Hopefully that managed to Petrify or vaporize quite a few VIPs.
How did Rina's attack go, @DragonParadox? A 19th level Fell Drain Boreal Wind should ruin a lot of mages' days.
Luckily Brynden told us that they haven't been hoarding a bunch of undead over thousands of years, quite literally the best we'll get is champions they've hidden away in consecrated Temples inside mountains like what we blew up, or what they kill on the way down.
If we clear out burrows and stuff, and also blow up unholy ground, and evacuate everyone, our wards will be worth something.
