Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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He used it a couple of times in noteworthy fights, it just doesn't come up often.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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It wouldn't have been good to rely on it against Sacramental Seal though.
Spell Turning can turn a limited amount of spell levels, minimum 7.
So counterspelling a level 8 spell before it can reach him is making sure.
Spell Turning can turn a limited amount of spell levels, minimum 7.
So counterspelling a level 8 spell before it can reach him is making sure.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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No doubt, but whenever he does pull it off, it reeks of epic defiance against impossible odds with nothing except his own stubborn will to not fail.
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that's fair, again i just don't know how it works for the most time
Vote closed. I'm going to try for another update tonight.
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No it's a cap, I just wanted some reasoning behind the cap rather than picking an arbitrary number like "10,000 steps a day because some pedometer company in Japan realised the characters look like a person walking."
You cannot level any faster than once every 4 months, you can level slower.
As equipped as someone of that competence would ensure they would be for their position, they're not all decked out in VS but they come out favourably to any reasonable comparison you'd care to make on Planetos.
Training material
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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Dispelled, I would assume.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
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- USA
Given it did not plummet down to crush the people below (no more than the falling rubble did anyway), one can assume as much.
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- United States
Queen of Monsters
Third Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
Thunder rolls over Essaria, born not of the looming clouds above that veil the moon and stars but of arts arcane, a deafening concussive blast meant to befuddle and drive back the ravening beast of Tiamat. On yet it flies untouched, its rage unshaken.
"Magic does not work around it!" you shout to Ser Richard with all the power of your new titanic form.
Though he must have heard you the knight flies on, as single-minded in his duty as the monster before him is in ferocity, trusting his skill at arms where sorcerous boons might fail, trusting that Oathkeeper will burn true and will cleave asunder the twisted flesh of his foe. Alas that this was not to be...
A beast Malays named your foe, a beast it is in truth, for no true dragon could you name it, yet within its warped half-mad mind rests still the cunning of a mage lord of old that has endured for ages in the maelstrom of the dreamlands. It knows its strengths and its weaknesses also even in this monstrous from. With a daring feint it closes the distance its wing bones only just deflecting Oathkeeper's edge from delivering a crippling blow and wraps it self around Ser Richard, sending knight and monster plummeting to the ground in tangle of scale and steel, crushing one of the scrambling sellswords beneath.
Ser Richard takes 22 Damage
"He's still moving!" Xor shouts above the din, and indeed the knight is still struggling with the monster though he cannot find the leverage to use his sword as he should. In his effort to look all about the Spectator sheds his borrowed form to reveal his true nature.
Any thought the mercenaries might have of interfering in the fight, if any of them even consider the monster an ally, is swiftly curtailed as a rolling pillar of flame forty feet high incinerates the nearest of them. Tyene must have gotten close in the hopes of healing the knight but seen that her magics could not pierce the sorcerous void the screeching beast has wrapped itself in.
"Ware the Great Beast!" Malarys calls, his eyes able to pierce the darkness as well as your own by some boon of magic, twin ribbons of coiling blood-red flying from his hands towards a mass on whiting, changing... growing scale, flesh and bone.
The thing that rises amidst the clearing, toppling one of the ancient trees over by its titanic strength, is one that has haunted your nightmares ever since that fateful day when it shielded you from death wishing to claim instead your sister's soul: A nightmarish vision of hatred, rage and unknowable malice. Five heads, their colors vivid look across the battlefield , momentarily shocking all into uncanny silence.
Then it roars, and in that roar there are words you hear echoing in your very bones: "Little thief, I will take back what you stole from your writhing tortured soul!"
"If you want it, come and claim it!" Dany's voice is a clarion call echoing with exalted harmonies.
What do you do?
[] Write in
OOC: So that happened... the Verloc was about as lucky as it could get to pull off the grapple, since even with Dodge and Mobility its AC against the AoO was only 29 against Ser Richard. If his buffs were working fully it would have been impossible, but as it is it just managed it.
This side-by-side comparison is amazing.Beneath Dread Wings
Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Looking over the shoulder of the bleeding but still unshaken knight you strike at his lord. Lightning flickers from your fingers meant not to burn as Waymar's power often does, but for a more delicate task. Aegon's muscles spasm painfully though his expression is a mask of cold determination. An ember ring upon his left hand flares with familiar magic and the power stills. "Do you think we are the Usurper's sheep, blind to the new age that has come upon us...?"
You will never know if he had meant to make his question more elaborate or spit out some other spell to strike you and your companions down for Dany too has something to say. "Catch!" The word spoken in her clear young voice, the sort of thing one might hear said in some harmless children's game. What flies is no toy or trinket, but Feeder on a many-colored wind heavy with stolen power. Somehow he does not look ungainly or absurd in the air and it is not the least hard to remember that he had been stolen from the hoard of Tiamat herself.
Only the former Lord of Griffin's Roost is safely out of the arc of the spell. Ashara sways, her fingers going slack upon the hilt of her blade for an instant, then she too shakes off the affliction, but Aegon had already used the moment of spell-bound clarity before, he stumbles back just as Lya's magic washes over all three of them, a river of sorcery fit to wash away even the blessings of Tiamat worked in her place of power. Strange bruises bloom upon the faces of your foes, the magic seeking to break their bodies apart from within.
Alas that you do not have long to ponder it. Connington is still on you and this time he is after more than blood. Spellsteel cuts flesh and thought, it sunders mind from senses and in the terrible precision of that blow you hear Tiamat laughing.
You take 35 Damage
All targets gain Total Concealment against you
All spells with a Somatic or Verbal component have a 50% Miss chance
In response the Seeker deals one more of its crippling strikes, but no second blow comes. A silvery dart flies across the room and lodges itself in the construct's uppermost left arm. A dry hissing voice echoes from the shadows as the Seeker collapses twitching. Even through the roaring in your ears you can hear enough to recognize the newcomer. "Ah... I had hoped... poison would... Valyrian constructs. It is based... own secretions. The things I can learn... dissection."
Seeker Paralyzed
It seems the Golden Company's flesh-smith had come to aid his lord in his hour of need.
You see through sundered senses as Ashara continues her duel with Ser Richard, Oathkeeper cutting into her upper arm though not before she manages to leap over the floating shield to deliver an overhanded blow to the knight's shoulder. The blade flashes crimson for the merest moment and even as you struggle to see through the curse Connington dealt you the enchantment is unmistakable as it is deadly, the life-reaper.
Ser Richard takes 39 Damage
From the urgent tone of Teana's spellcasting you suspect she too had noticed, the shadows twist and writhe and for a moment by arcane skill and enchantment both they seem somehow more real than the world of flesh and blood. Some distant corner of your mind not occupied with the battle notes with wry amusement that she had chosen to weave Ashara's shadow into that of a turtle.
You cannot say if it had been Asahra's fall or Aegon's shout of denial that drew Connington's eye, but he turns just in time to receives a sword blow to the face from Clegane who had stepped over Ashara's body. He has just as little luck when the mind dragon pumps arcane poison into his veins.
The golden light of healing begins to envelop the old knight, but Dany knows well the feel of that particular magic and with a single word banishes it before it can mend flesh or cure poison. He falls to one knee before you in a grotesque parody of fealty even as he spits in defiance.
Unnatural silence falls, the priests are not chanting anymore.
The shadow of great wings passes overhead almost without sound, then five roars shake the earth and you know with the certainty of your own blood and bone even under the power of Connington's curse what you will see when you look up. Five draconic heads upon necks like a tangle of serpents: red, blue, black, green and white, ten eyes looking upon you with an eternity of hatred. No... not upon you, though She would kill you in an instant if she could, but Dany.
Your sister may garbed in a dreamspun semblance of heaven, but the composure she addresses the dark goddess who once owned her soul is all her own: "Come back to die again? Shall I count this the second time after Essaria, or by my blood recall the triumph of Syrax and her kin and call it the third time?"
What do you do?
[] Let Team Yss engage the avatar while you deal with Aegon, Connington and the flesh-smith
[] Summon the Worm against Tiamat's avatar
[] Do battle against both
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OOC: Aegon is dazed from Dany's spell, Ashara is incapacitated of course and Connington is at 0 HP and staggered thanks to one of his last ditch magic items, he would otherwise be unconscious and bleeding out.
Back then we faced a mere CR 10 Aspect, backed by a Velroc and two clerics of Tiamat. It was something we couldn't afford to ignore, yet also summarily handled by the mustering of the Companions.
This time the stakes are ramped up to 11. The Golden Company has a staggering level of gear, they've got PCs that have been putting up an admirable fight against ours, and rather than a measly CR 10 Aspect we're up against a CR 20+ Avatar, possibly with some mythic perks.
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Part MMMCCCXXXVIII: By Brightest Flames
By Brightest Flames
Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
"You have been useful to Jon Connington," the blue head wreathed in electricity utters the words clear as lightning writ upon the darkened sky even through the curse the man so addressed had cast upon you. Even as Clegane's sword descends upon his head the old knight is filled with a new surge of life, flesh stitching itself together in lightning patterns across his body. You wonder if Ashara hears the obvious implication, that she has not been useful enough to save in her accursed state. Does she understand now in the end how she has damned herself?
"No!" Dany calls out, motioning with her thrice forged seal to unravel the magic, but here in Her place of power in the presence of Her Champion not even Dany's defiance is enough to undo the Dark Goddess' will.
Tiamat is laughing, her voice like thunder across the field of war, caring nothing for Soallae diving besides Ashara to take her away to her death.
"I call forth the guardian of the orb, the Worm, bane of magic, titan's chain," you intone the words to summon the Worm in your mind. The thing should burst from the earth in a few heartbeats.
Never one to leave a task half done, Sandor simply shifts his weight and strikes Connington thrice around the back and shoulders, spellsteel scraping against spellsteel. The nearness of death thankfully seems to have tempered the old knight's vicious attacks enough that his next blow slides harmlessly across your cloak.
Ser Richard by contrast is emboldened into a rush of impossible speed by the sight of looming danger, one that does not slow in the slightest as he reaches Aegon. Oathkeeper rises and falls deadly as it has ever been, ringing against metal, tearing flesh and cracking bone. A moment later a black armored arm torn off at the shoulder slides across the temple stones. So small... a part of you notes with the beginnings of pity, but you remember the other bodies in the room, the sacrifices slain for no reason than to appease his patron's thirst for blood.
Though her voice shakes every so slightly in trepidation Teana attempts to repeat the curse upon Ashara on the flesh-smith, but he proves more resistant to the call of bewitching shadows. Yet as he flings a curse at you Lya counters it with a single syllable and in return binds him into a familiar amber prison.
The sound of amber crashing against stone is lost in the roar of Tiamat's rage that something would dare to challenge Her. By the looks of it it is the Moonchaser's launchers and beetle bombs.
The crimson head spits but one word in a torrent of hate: "Die." From her jaws emerges something that seems at once ice, fire, lightning, vitriol and poisoned gas, but you know instinctively is none of those things but the dark goddess' desire to destroy made manifest upon the earth.
This time Dany is ready for her, a dome of gleaming True Silver shielding all of you from the blow, though the metal blackens and weeps foul oil from thin cracks when it is struck. "This might hold for one more blow, but I would not bet on it," your sister grimaces.
Only fair to show her your own fire then, you think grimly. Between thought and deed there is no word or gesture to make and so the curse upon you means nothing as for one terrible moment you bring an echo of Valyria's doom to the shattered temple and the avatar above.
As your flame reaches across earth and sky something reaches for you, at first you think it is some sly trap of Tiamat, but no you have felt this sort of communion before, if not with so vast a being: "Hail, dragon, know that we will add our flame to yours." the kami are waking for their ritual, though you suspect it will not be aimed at the drakes as first planned. Not with Her in the sky.
You look around the temple room, the lesser priests are all statues just as you had expected. Aegon's survival, looking not even singed, is worst news that you would have hoped for, but at least the charred body of Ser Jon Connington finally lies at your feet for all the trouble he has made you.
"No! Jon!" Aegon seems more distraught at his death than at losing a limb. His eyes turn skywards to the literal incarnation of his goddess. "Bring him back!" It is more a demand than a prayer, though his voice shakes.
"Kill them all and I shall," the Avatar replies in tones of honeyed poison. There are a few burned patches in her scales, but she seems far indeed from defeat.
What do you do next?
[] Reply to the kami
-[] Ask them to hold off so that the magics on the field to not risk mingling in unexpected ways
-[] Ask for an explanation
-[] Thank them for their aid
[] Concentrate on your enemies, you still have the Chosen of Tiamat and her avatar to deal with
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOV: Good idea with that Wall of Mithral, most traditional barriers would not have blocked that breath.
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Excellent. Jon Connington is dead, f!Aegon is literally disarmed, and the other clerics are petrified. We can finally focus on Tiamat.
@DragonParadox, did the Mind Dragon have a chance to kill Ashara yet? That was part of the vote, and we want to make sure she isn't released at an inconvenient time.
@DragonParadox, did the Mind Dragon have a chance to kill Ashara yet? That was part of the vote, and we want to make sure she isn't released at an inconvenient time.
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I know I'm just a lurker, but I really feel bad for Aegon you guys are murdering kid. This is all kinds of fucked.
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Richard lopped off Aegon's arm...nice. I am impressed.
Technically not yet but it is going to happen next round.
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- France
Wait a minute. Can someone explain Tiamat's first spoken line? Jon Connington had been useful to himself, and so she healed him?
Weird.
Incidentally @DragonParadox, is she taking a pile of actions in one turn? If so, that's pretty cool and very appropriate for a boss monster. Is it one per head, or what?
Weird.
Incidentally @DragonParadox, is she taking a pile of actions in one turn? If so, that's pretty cool and very appropriate for a boss monster. Is it one per head, or what?
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A kid who has murdered gods know how many innocents at this point, who is Tiamat's foremost champion, who is doing his level best to kill us right back. Pulling our punches in such a high-level fight against easily the most well-equipped enemies we've ever encountered will end in our friends being murdered.
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Can the Mind Dragon just eat her and keep her there? As a note our next dragon creature should have a designated gullet for captured foes. For situations like this.
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i guess a me is missing in the sentence
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- France
He isn't dead yet!
Ideally we'll keep him prisoner (and execute him later, but whatever).
Incidentally, he's a tough cookie isn't he? Horribly mutilated, and yet quite functional.
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Do you want to risk Tiamat somehow managing to reach Ashara inside the Mind Dragon's stomach and restoring her in there?
There's an issue of Order of the Stick where the elf wizard pulls something similar against a Black Dragon. Didn't end well for the dragon.
I can't really cast any judgement on stuff like this as the GM but it does bear remembering that this is a kid who personally sacrificed countless enemy combatants in the service of Tiamat. Also he is doing his best to murder the PCs right back.
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that's hmmm like a pouch filled with like paralysing poison or something like that. we should research that
lockingbane
If you're crazy and you know it clap your hands!
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Hmmmm..... Maybe make our own offer? Bring him back with no strings.... beyond his own surrender. Garruntee he will be treated with all the honors of a noble captured in battle but he must surrender.
Better than fighting and potentially dying as well and forever ensuring he STAYS dead....
Better than fighting and potentially dying as well and forever ensuring he STAYS dead....