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

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Faegon fleeing on top of a lesser dragon and seeing everything he cares about and built destroyed by his 'uncle'.....Our team did good. 👍
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
I'm sorry, but this seems wrong. We can use Celerity despite having used our swift action because that's how immediate actions work - you always use the swift action from next round, not this round's swift action.

Furthermore, taking an immediate action ruins our readied Counterspell, so Viserys' actions will have to look like this:
  • Swift action to activate Belt of Battle, use that extra standard action to cast a spell (a wall spell?)
  • Standard action to ready an action to Counterspell
  • Counterspell Tiamat's first spell (not an action, somehow, although this will change our Initiative count for the next round)
  • Immediate action (take from next turn's swift action) to activate our Ring or Celerity, to Counterspell.
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Plan updated significantly.

[X] Plan "Hang in there..."
-[X] The death or capture of Aegon becomes the new priority target for Teams Malarys, Vee, and the assorted members of other teams (Harbinger, Erinyes, Mind Dragons, etc.). Vee hits him with Dimensional Lock and anyone who can use Dimensional Anchor tries to hit him with that as well.
-[X] Lya uses Harmonic Chorus on Viserys, raising his caster level and spell DCs by +2.
-[X] Teana uses Alter Fortune to assist Viserys, if necessary, then uses her Shadow Illusions augmented by Solid Shadows to defend the group to the best of her ability (duplicated Wall of Force, Wall of Stone, Wall of Scales, etc., whatever is most appropriate).
-[X] Dany uses Divine Defiance to Counterspell the next spell Tiamat casts then acts in whatever support capacity is most appropriate (Reached Heal, Dreamcast Wall of Scales, countering an attempt to Command Dragons via Turning, etc.) to help the group.
-[X] Richard and Sandor continue to ward their charges as previously decided.
-[X] Viserys casts Assay Spell Resistance, then uses Pronouncement of Fate against the Avatar via Miracle while canceling his Moment of Greatness buff to double the effects of Lya's Harmonic Chorus (caster level 24, or 38 to overcome SR [rolling twice and taking the higher result], Will save DC 37 for partial effect). He then expends one Mythic Power and his Amazing Initiative ability along with his Belt of Battle to use Wild Arcana to raise a 24th level Wall of Suppression between the Avatar and our group, shaping the 48 resulting 5-foot cubes as necessary to protect everyone. He uses his Ring of Spell-Battle to Counterspell before this, if necessary.
 
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We are going to build a Wall, and make Timmie pay suffer for it.

[X] Goldfish

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@Goldfish would wall of suppression actually work against the Avatar? The text states it can't block anything from the direct action of a deity,
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Hm.
Depends, are actions of an Avatar fueled by Divine Soilent (which I assume as the requirement for "direct action of a Deity" in the spell's description), @DragonParadox?
 
silvanknight said:
@Goldfish would wall of suppression actually work against the Avatar? The text states it can't block anything from the direct action of a deity,
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It should, since DP has already stated that the Avatar's magic is limited by its non-deific form (for example, ASF chance due to Deafness). If it had access to Divine Salient abilities we would already be dead. @DragonParadox?
 
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Interlude DCCXXXII: Gathering Tales
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    • Gathering Tales ​

    Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    Jiang Province, Yi Ti

    Shu Tao was not a man overly given to curiosity, not even given the strangeness of present company. True, any who wore the Emperor's Jade must be skilled in discovering the secret traitors and Tainted alike, but that was simply his duty not his nature. He much preferred the sound of a well crafted verse, or the soothing scent of a walk under the cherry trees and over the lily pads. Many of his colleagues never made the distinction, they lost themselves to the secrets and lies, naught but honor cold as steel to give them comfort when the nights grew dark. Was there any wonder so many of them embraced their doom as one might a lover's caress while he endured year after year to bedevil each new crop of young magistrates with tales of things fanciful and strange, wondrous and terrible?

    There was one now: Once I traveled with a snake-man into the household of an Imperial Prince who was taken body and soul by an oni. Of course he did not know the end of it yet, maybe it would even be his end. His knees were not what they had once been. For all that wisdom was the gift of age he would really do with some of the speed and strength it had taken in return.

    The serpent mage was hidden in the ranks of Shu Tao's colleagues as were the pair of shugenja of the Night Wind, those who called to the spirits of the night, whom honest folk shunned for fear of shadow and pollution. Luckily for them Emerald Magistrates were loyal and duty-bound to death itself, but they were not honest.

    "Where stands your lord in this hour of testing?" the magistrate asked the officious servant who had greeted them. "We would converse with him before taking up the battle for the gate."

    "Surely you do not seek to question my lord's fulfillment of his duty?" His crimson coat and silver fittings could have fed a poor peasant family for five years, a family like the one Tao had come from all those years ago. If there was one thing training and experience had failed to polish off him it was thinking ill of the flouting of wealth and power. To the Heavenly Sovereign Ten-Thousand Years of rule, that he might rule with skill, with justice and with mercy. Too many people forgot the last part, even among the magistrates.

    Which was how you got princes so foul tempered and hardhearted that when one was consumed by an oni no one even noticed the difference and has his father used to say 'fish rot from the head', the servants took up their master's churlishness. "I am afraid I must insist..." With well practiced fingers Shu Tao drew a handful of lotus dust from his pocket and blew it into the servant's face. It was mostly a mild euphoric no different and no stranger than rice wine, but there was a touch of magic to it that had endured even in what was now called the Waning Time and what the old magistrate privately thought of as 'the time when the world made more sense'.

    Stories were all well and good of course, but he seemed to be acquiring them faster than he could tell them.

    The air was growing colder as they followed the enchanted servant into the bowels of the keep. The enemy knew what battle was coming, even if he could not yet guess what form it would take.

    OOC: It feels too late to do rolls especially in what could be a life or death battle so I took the time to flesh out a bit about the Emerald Magistrates, where they come from, what their duties are and just what a veteran looks like.
     
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    There was one now: Once I traveled with a snake man into the Household of and Imperial Prince who was taken body and soul by an oni. Of course he did not know the end of it yet, maybe it would even be his end. His knees were not what they had once been. For all that wisdom was the gift of age he would really due with some of the speed and strength it had taken in return.
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    "Where stands your lord in this hour of testing?" the magistrate asked the officious servant who had greeted them. "We would converse with him mefore taking up the battle for the gate."
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    If there was one thing training and experience had failed to polish off him it was the ill thought flouting of wealth and power. (I don't understand this sentence, but that could be exhaustion on my end)
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    Which was how you got princes so foul tempered and hardhearted that when one was consumed by and oni no one even noticed the difference and has his father used to say 'fish rot from the head', the servants too up their (missing word?) master's churlishness.
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    I wonder how many Emerald Magistrates who served the Emperor prior to the return of magic were actually able to awaken their own magic after it returned? Is that something we've been able to discover, @DragonParadox?
     
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    Canon Omake: The Spice of Magic Part XII
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    • The Spice of Magic Part XII
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    Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
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    If there was one thing that the former pirate-lord Salladhor Saan did not think he would ever utter in earnest, it was regret that mages were not more commonplace, at least the kind that had worked their craft into tools a man could be taught to wield reliably without them blowing up in their faces. That was why he so favored Wands and potions and why he had taken advantage of the glut of trade King Viserys' World Gates had opened up, and why wouldn't he, when such arrangements could safely be made thousands of miles apart by way of Whispering Brazier?

    Such was the conundrum the administrative apparatus ran up against, another thing he never thought he'd ever be concerned with, since he could not hold a conversation with the man in question hoping to arrange an order of battle well in advance of it taking place, there were not yet enough of the things to pass around like sweet meats, for every ship and every hall to have a means of communicating from across the world like it was said the Valyrians had with their glass candles.

    Instead an Inquisitorial Agent relayed words through a Brazier in Sorcerer's Deep instead, words passed along by way of the 'receiver' pouch that Investigator Baedar carried, and then passed further on to Axehead, while Salladhor's words were taken back the opposite direction in a roundabout game that would almost be amusing, were it not for the matter of discussion at hand.

    "Once wasn't enough for that old monster, eh? What made them willing to work with some byblow to help them gain a throne?" He spoke up wearily once enough divinations had been conducted through the House of Mirrors, to gain a clearer picture of what they were all up against. "At least we know where all those slavers who fled ahead of the pack up and went." He could imagine the other man rolling their eyes as they passed along his message dutifully.

    "We don't think this Risen Nine is working so closely with them as that," came the immediate reply, giving Salladhor the impression that perhaps the Inquisition was keeping very close and invested watch over proceedings, moreso than they were already at any rate. "There's a chance that..." the voice trailed off suddenly... then abruptly another voice on the other side of the connection rose in anger, not fear, "We're under attack!"

    Salladhor's eyebrows rose, and then his stomach fell completely to the bottom of his boots when all of the usual feedback from the arcane device faded at once. Who would be insane enough to attack Sorcerer's Deep, unless...

    Like a flash of lightning he realized the truth, it was not just the colonies under threat, perhaps it was everywhere. The guards and wards that the King had raised across his realm had rapidly improved by leaps and bounds, but the greatest deterrent to an enemy hopping around Essos setting fires was the sheer dread at encountering a Companion or the King himself, fear that they might come and take matters into hand personally, and it was known across half the world that the King hardly ever rested and would respond to any attack on his people like it was an attack on his own person.

    He had publicly risked his own life for entire cities in the past, it was no great leap of logic that the simplest explanation for the boldness of his foes was that the King was missing, his attention had lapsed, or he was dead.

    No use planning for failure, Salladhor thought, almost sanguine as he pushed aside his trepidation. In another life, he might have been willing enough to meet his death if it was weighed equally to the possible fruits of success, but he had already gained all that could satiate his inclinations, had prepared all up to the moment he heard the truth about the 'great hereafter' not being so great after all, wanting to live a peaceful retirement surrounded by wine, women and enough blades and protectors between him and all the enemies he had made over an eventful life, the ones that the King had not already befriended or killed at any rate.

    Yet simple hopes like that could not keep thoughts of torment after death at bay, enough so that he gave serious consideration to becoming genuinely pious to something, so long as it promised a guide or guard to a proper afterlife, if arrangements he made to buy back his life did not pan out. The Iron Bank would not be releasing any dispensation for a diamond and a scroll he kept an account for if it was being burned to the ground like the rest of the realm, perhaps out of no more than petty spite by their enemies, which is to say all of the King's enemies who counted fiends and other 'friendly' neighbors to that long list.

    He had learned enough of the situation to make some serious plans, wands and scrolls were readied, a call to arms for any visiting or laboring mages from Axehead to Gorgossos, warnings sent ahead by way of Fury to the fortress there.

    She hadn't been best pleased to be delayed from departure even for a moment, but was cheered considerably when she learned it would mean avoiding 'another rousing speech for the men, to get their blood up'. Such things did not amuse her, but we can't all be married to duty and ready and willing to die, we're just pirates in poofy clothes these days, after all.

    The thought was devoid of any romance, but put him in a better mood, despite knowing they were probably all going to die if they didn't get help soon, and all they could do was figure out how to sell their lives dearly.

    They had some time yet to prepare a response, and in the worst case could make a stand in Gorgossos itself, the most heavily defended bastion for a thousand miles, with more than enough firepower and defenders to beat any conventional force of arms. It's a damn shame an army of the dead is the furthest thing from it.

    Salladhor stopped by the settlement's administrative center long enough to back a certain bureaucrat into a corner. "Antaryon, there you are." The Braavosi noble ponce who had been foisted on him all those months ago looked up at him from his desk in surprise, though without the normal sour grimace that usually accompanied a new task set before him. "You'll be the one in charge when I leave with the rest of the fleet on the Valyrian."

    "What?! I mean, isn't there someone else who..." The man tried to stand and deny the role, but fell in a boneless heap right back into his seat when Salladhor shook his head, exasperated.

    "Who the fuck else can wrangle things around here, and who else knows better than to try lining their pockets with the treasury and be the first one out the door and out to sail, soon as my back is turned? I can at least trust you not to foul things up here, considering you've still yet to hear a peep from the Sealord's Palace about lifting your exile. If the place isn't burned down, I'll see about putting in a good word for you, or at least giving you something better to do around here than push parchment and 'manage your House's interests' in the colonies." He rolled his eyes, while the man's family had some investments trickling in even this far south, clearly it was anemic compared to the vast sums flowing through Sorcerer's Deep and carrying the largesse to more traditional climes and trade routes.

    "Yes, my Lord," the man said with a sigh, where once he would have bit back vitriol and fury at such indignities, by now he had learned old Salla was the only one here actually on his side.

    "Good lad."
     
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    The Spice of Magic Part XII
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    Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
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    If there was one thing that the former pirate-lord Salladhor Saan did not think he would ever utter in earnest, it was regret that mages were not more commonplace, at least the kind that had worked their craft into tools a man could be taught to wield reliably without them blowing up in their faces. That was why he so favored Wands and potions and why he had taken advantage of the glut of trade King Viserys' World Gates had opened up, and why wouldn't he, when such arrangements could safely be made thousands of miles apart by way of Whispering Brazier?

    Such was the conundrum the administrative apparatus ran up against, another thing he never thought he'd ever be concerned with, since he could not hold a conversation with the man in question hoping to arrange an order of battle well in advance of it taking place, there were not yet enough of the things to pass around like sweet meats, for every ship and every hall to have a means of communicating from across the world like it was said the Valyrians had with their glass candles.

    Instead an Inquisitorial Agent relayed words through a Brazier in Sorcerer's Deep instead, words passed along by way of the 'receiver' pouch that Investigator Baedar carried, and then passed further on to Axehead, while Salladhor's words were taken back the opposite direction in a roundabout game that would almost be amusing, were it not for the matter of discussion at hand.

    "Once wasn't enough for that old monster, eh? What made them willing to work with some byblow to help them gain a throne?" He spoke up wearily once enough divinations had been conducted through the House of Mirrors, to gain a clearer picture of what they were all up against. "At least we know where all those slavers who fled ahead of the pack up and went." He could imagine the other man rolling their eyes as they passed along his message dutifully.

    "We don't think this Risen Nine is working so closely with them as that," came the immediate reply, giving Salladhor the impression that perhaps the Inquisition was keeping very close and invested watch over proceedings, moreso than they were already at any rate. "There's a chance that..." the voice trailed off suddenly... then abruptly another voice on the other side of the connection rose in anger, not fear, "We're under attack!"

    Salladhor's eyebrows rose, and then his stomach fell completely to the bottom of his boots when all of the usual feedback from the arcane device faded at once. Who would be insane enough to attack Sorcerer's Deep, unless...

    Like a flash of lightning he realized the truth, it was not just the colonies under threat, perhaps it was everywhere. The guards and wards that the King had raised across his realm had rapidly improved by leaps and bounds, but the greatest deterrent to an enemy hopping around Essos setting fires was the sheer dread at encountering a Companion or the King himself, fear that they might come and take matters into hand personally, and it was known across half the world that the King hardly ever rested and would respond to any attack on his people like it was an attack on his own person.

    He had publicly risked his own life for entire cities in the past, it was no great leap of logic that the simplest explanation for the boldness of his foes was that the King was missing, his attention had lapsed, or he was dead.

    No use planning for failure, Salladhor thought, almost sanguine as he pushed aside his trepidation. In another life, he might have been willing enough to meet his death if it was weighed equally to the possible fruits of success, but he had already gained all that could satiate his inclinations, had prepared all up to the moment he heard the truth about the 'great hereafter' not being so great after all, wanting to live a peaceful retirement surrounded by wine, women and enough blades and protectors between him and all the enemies he had made over an eventful life, the ones that the King had not already befriended or killed at any rate.

    Yet simple hopes like that could not keep thoughts of torment after death at bay, enough so that he gave serious consideration to becoming genuinely pious to something, so long as it promised a guide or guard to a proper afterlife, if arrangements he made to buy back his life did not pan out. The Iron Bank would not be releasing any dispensation for a diamond and a scroll he kept an account for if it was being burned to the ground like the rest of the realm, perhaps out of no more than petty spite by their enemies, which is to say all of the King's enemies who counted fiends and other 'friendly' neighbors to that long list.

    He had learned enough of the situation to make some serious plans, wands and scrolls were readied, a call to arms for any visiting or laboring mages from Axehead to Gorgossos, warnings sent ahead by way of Fury to the fortress there.

    She hadn't been best pleased to be delayed from departure even for a moment, but was cheered considerably when she learned it would mean avoiding 'another rousing speech for the men, to get their blood up'. Such things did not amuse her, but we can't all be married to duty and ready and willing to die, we're just pirates in poofy clothes these days, after all.

    The thought was devoid of any romance, but put him in a better mood, despite knowing they were probably all going to die if they didn't get help soon, and all they could do was figure out how to sell their lives dearly.

    They had some time yet to prepare a response, and in the worst case could make a stand in Gorgossos itself, the most heavily defended bastion for a thousand miles, with more than enough firepower and defenders to beat any conventional force of arms. It's a damn shame an army of the dead is the furthest thing from it.

    Salladhor stopped by the settlement's administrative center long enough to back a certain bureaucrat into a corner. "Antaryon, there you are." The Braavosi noble ponce who had been foisted on him all those months ago looked up at him from his desk in surprise, though without the usual sour grimace that usually accompanied a new task set before him. "You'll be in charge when I leave with the rest of the fleet on the Valyrian."

    "What?! I mean, isn't there someone else who..." The man tried to stand and deny the role, but fell in a boneless heap right back into his seat when Salladhor shook his head, exasperated.

    "Who the fuck else can wrangle things around here, and who else knows better than to try lining their pockets with the treasury and be the first one out the door and out to sail, soon as my back is turned? I can at least trust you not to foul things up here, considering you've still yet to hear a peep from the Sealord's Palace about lifting your exile. If the place isn't burned down, I'll see about putting in a good word for you, or at least giving you something better to do around here than push paper and 'manage your House's interests' in the colonies." He rolled his eyes, while the man's family had some investments trickling in even this far south, clearly it was anemic compared to the vast sums flowing through Sorcerer's Deep and carrying the largesse to more traditional climes and trade routes.

    "Yes, my Lord," the man said with a sigh, where once he would have bit back vitriol and fury at such indignities, by now he had learned old Salla was the only one here actually on his side.

    "Good lad."
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    And there is our first peek at the Shadow Dragon committing roundabout suicide by attacking Sorcerer's Deep.

    Nice Sallahor POV, dude. He's another one that has come a long way under our rule.

    Gogossos has a Steam Cannon battery, a specialized Defense Tree which can turn every defender into a flying murder machine, and a lot of Bio-Constructs and Forge-grown servitors, so hopefully it will fare well if attacked.
     
    Goldfish said:
    And there is our first peek at the Shadow Dragon committing roundabout suicide by attacking Sorcerer's Deep.

    Nice Sallahor POV, dude. He's another one that has come a long way under our rule.

    Gogossos has a Steam Cannon battery, a specialized Defense Tree which can turn every defender into a flying murder machine, and a lot of Bio-Constructs and Forge-grown servitors, so hopefully it will fare well if attacked.
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    Working with Artemis right now to build an impressive line-up for some hopefully thematic fights. I think you'll really like what we come up with.
     
    Concidering how centralized our empire is, we may need some contingencies if any of our cities gets cut off. Like in this instance were a suicidality confident Shadow dragon attacked.
     
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    Adhoc vote count started by Goldfish on Feb 12, 2020 at 8:23 PM, finished with 103 posts and 18 votes.
    • [X] Plan "Hang in there..."
      -[X] The death or capture of Aegon becomes the new priority target for Teams Malarys, Vee, and the assorted members of other teams (Harbinger, Erinyes, Mind Dragons, etc.). Vee hits him with Dimensional Lock and anyone who can use Dimensional Anchor tries to hit him with that as well.
      -[X] Lya uses Harmonic Chorus on Viserys, raising his caster level and spell DCs by +2.
      -[X] Teana uses Alter Fortune to assist Viserys, if necessary, then uses her Shadow Illusions augmented by Solid Shadows to defend the group to the best of her ability (duplicated Wall of Force, Wall of Stone, Wall of Scales, etc., whatever is most appropriate).
      -[X] Dany uses Divine Defiance to Counterspell the next spell Tiamat casts then acts in whatever support capacity is most appropriate (Reached Heal, Dreamcast Wall of Scales, countering an attempt to Command Dragons via Turning, etc.) to help the group.
      -[X] Richard and Sandor continue to ward their charges as previously decided.
      -[X] Viserys casts Assay Spell Resistance, then uses Pronouncement of Fate against the Avatar via Miracle while canceling his Moment of Greatness buff to double the effects of Lya's Harmonic Chorus (caster level 24, or 38 to overcome SR [rolling twice and taking the higher result], Will save DC 37 for partial effect). He then expends one Mythic Power and his Amazing Initiative ability along with his Belt of Battle to use Wild Arcana to raise a 24th level Wall of Suppression between the Avatar and our group, shaping the 48 resulting 5-foot cubes as necessary to protect everyone. He uses his Ring of Spell-Battle to Counterspell before this, if necessary.
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