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

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I would feed it to Yss and having Yss give us an egg...if we don't find its nest and hand that over at least. Although I am curious, wouldn't doing that also be slavery in a way? I mean they aren't even born and they will be in the servitude of the fey as soon as they are
 
Duesal said:
Slavery, guys. This would definitely be slavery. There are other creative punishments we can come up with that don't go against one of our biggest hot-buttons.

If we want a Shadow Dragon mount for the Orphne King I'm pretty sure the Shadow Dragons have a nest somewhere.
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Does raise the question, if we turn him into a pig and eat him is that cannibalism or just weird. Because he tried to go for our mom, in the middle of our city, alone.

Balls like that deserve a special death.
 
Evaunit02mark1 said:
Does raise the question, if we turn him into a pig and eat him is that cannibalism or just weird. Because he tried to go for our mom, in the middle of our city, alone.

Balls like that deserve a special death.
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DP has unfortunately ruled that we're not allowed to vote to be a cannibal. :( Otherwise I would have tried to eat the Red Dragon Wyrm inside the Orb of Dragonkind.
 
Duesal said:
Petty revenge feels pointless. It's a perfectly good source of crafting materials.
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I would settle for harvesting from it while it's still alive and without anesthetic. I wouldn't even have to make Vee do it (though she probably would, and would want to). We have Qyburn for that!
 
Duesal said:
Slavery, guys. This would definitely be slavery. There are other creative punishments we can come up with that don't go against one of our biggest hot-buttons.

If we want a Shadow Dragon mount for the Orphne King I'm pretty sure the Shadow Dragons have a nest somewhere.
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How is picking up baby shadow dragons to curse/ brainwash into mounts any less slavery? Could we compromise on ripping out his soul, feeding it to Yss, then reanimating the body?

Edit: should have read the rest of the thread before replying.
 
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BronzeTongue said:
How is picking up baby shadow dragons to curse/ brainwash into mounts any less slavery? Could we compromise on ripping out his soul, feeding it to Yss, then reanimating the body?
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Not his intentions, though I can understand how you got that impression. The Orphne's King's original plan was to befriend from a young age so that he would become a partner in battle.

It's not really ideal, since a non-sentient shadow-themed mount would serve better and have less strings attached, which is why we offered to flesh forge him an alternative.

We could use the corpse as a template for a feral shadow-dragon mount, @Duesal.
 
BronzeTongue said:
How is picking up baby shadow dragons to curse/ brainwash into mounts any less slavery? Could we compromise on ripping out his soul, feeding it to Yss, then reanimating the body?

Edit: should have read the rest of the thread before replying.
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Brainwashing was never the plan. The way the Orphne King made the request was that he would befriend the hatchling, not get a slave out of it.
One Autumn Leaf said:
We have captured Nightmare dragons correct? We can finally make forays into the dreamlands. Although we would need to set that up.
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We've got one captured, the other one escaped.
Crake said:
Not his intentions, though I can understand how you got that impression. The Orphne's King's original plan was to befriend from a young age so that he would become a partner in battle.

It's not really ideal, since a non-sentient shadow-themed mount would serve better and have less strings attached, which is why we offered to flesh forge him an alternative.

We could use the corpse as a template for a feral shadow-dragon mount, @Duesal.
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We could, though that's not the only Shadow Dragon corpse we've got. We can use this one to make something really special.
 
if we could make dream creatures we could use them to help create/guard the imperial dream while we are vreating it and afterwards
 
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Interlude DCCXXXV: Through Dragons' Eyes
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    • Through Dragons' Eyes ​

    Thirteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    Sorcerer's Deep

    Blood pounded in Rhaella's skull in sheer terror, not from any eldritch reason, the enchanted ring still comfortingly warm against her finger saw to that, but from the simple knowledge that if she slowed she would die and if her pursuer caught her she would be worse than dead. If she were in her own form she might have panicked and fallen over by now, turned around at the wrong moment and...

    It was still after her, black as midnight and cruel as death, the reaper's tattered shadow.

    ...she would be gone, but she was not in her own form. Thoughts of kisses and knights, kings and realms, were as distant from her as the ghostly white of the Great Tree's bark. She was a dragon and she had the wind beneath her wings and a foe too strong to fight after her. Run now, hide now, kill later. The instinct was simple not because dragons lacked wit, but because in such a duel wit was best served in the weaving of spells, not reflecting upon the vagaries of fate.

    The wyverns were swinging to face the enemy, but their pilots were not expecting one here, not now of all places. Rhaella suddenly wished she had payed more attention to the explanation of how their weapons worked.

    It would be easiest to just fly, far, fast and not look back, forget magic, forget planning, just run, but that was the wisdom of a rabbit faced with an eagle, a poor fit for dragons in the sky. She paced herself and looked back at her pursuer. Not so large as other kindreds, but old and strong in magic. A tendril of shadow lashed out at her fit to entangle once again, but the words were already on her lips, wings of light warded her for but a moment, but that was enough.

    Rhaella laughed, and in than laugh cruel mockery lay and portents of doom such as had once shaken the will of the Dragonlords of Valyria, but the thing that chased her was older by far than they and would not be swayed from its path so lightly.

    Another thread of shadow, this one seeking not to bind in place but to slow, this time the enemy hissed a unraveling in two syllables. The shadows burned, but not as terribly as they might have. The enemy wanted her alive and she could well guess why, fear like bile in her mouth.

    A waste to discard it, fear and hate are not so distant kin, the thought floated through her mind, some scrap of malignant will that once poured like ash and fire from the mouths of the Fourteen Flames. Once more she spat out condemnation. "Thy power be thy doom, they goddess shall devour!"

    The ancient dragon flinched a moment before three steel darts tore through his left wing. No great wound that to either mind or flesh, but Rhaella could feel the surge of hot pride, the temptation to follow suit. She dove for one of the wyverns, hoping the pilot would realize what she was doing and have the same thought she did.

    They did...

    The arcane mechanism rocked forward towards the city center, going faster and faster, too quick for even a dragon to follow. The last Rhaella saw of the shadow wyrm was it falling into its own blackness. It was gone, for now at least.

    When Rhaella Targaryen took human form again the first thing she did was vomit all over the cobbles as the understanding of how close she had come to death or darker fates sunk in. I won't be killing anyone today, she thought ruefully as she took the wide eyed pilot's hand to rise to her feet.

    OOC: Well the Shadow Dragon did not get his sacrifice, but at least he did not die like a chump at his first showing.
     
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