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

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Also, @DragonParadox, obviously we refer to ourselves and sign our name like a musician formerly known as "X".

You know, like Cher, Adele, Sting or Bono. None of this "...the Bard" nonsense. :V
 
DragonParadox said:
Buttercup the Bard turned out to the the sort of fellow morality plays warned careless maidens about, with dark waving hair, a pleasant face unmarked by scar or pox and a glint of mischief in his eye. Fortunately Wenyld was at least four years too young to fall for his charms... well alright maybe two years to judge from the fluttering in her stomach. Maybe I should apologize to Lysa for being so hard on her about the bastard, she thought absently.
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Viserys is the shame of all bard-kind. A dashing silver-tongued wanderer who discreetly meets young women to charm them, yet who is in fact faithful to his fiancée from across the ocean? That's no real bard!
0/10, not a convincing disguise.
 
Crake said:
Also, @DragonParadox, obviously we refer to ourselves and sign our name like a musician formerly known as "X".

You know, like Cher, Adele, Sting or Bono. None of this "...the Bard" nonsense. :V
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Noted for the next persona.;)

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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Mar 27, 2020 at 11:48 AM, finished with 52 posts and 20 votes.
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    [X] "My lady, I'm insulted! A Fey would dance about and call this fate or destiny or some such claptrap. They'd spin a tale and claim moral superiority by helping you in your worthwhile endeavor. Why I'd wager my favorite lute they'd even go so far as to cheat. I am far better than some Fey.
    -[X] I'm an extremely petty man who just so happens to be both extremely bored and somewhat wealthy for the immediate future. We're much more dangerous."
    [X] Viserys chuckles pleasantly, before answering, "Why, the very notion that I could be one of the Fey...That's just silly, my dear. Obviously, I am a dragon!" He smiles, showing pearly white teeth while raising both both hands, curled like claws, to display perfectly manicured nails. "Are my fangs and talons not terrifying to behold?"
    [X] "The sky is green"
    [X] "That would be telling, and what sort of gentleman does that?"
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[X] Goldfish

I like both, but am more drawn to the sightly more direct truthfulness.

And closed right before I voted. Wahwah.
 
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Not gonna lie, I feel pretty proud right now.

True it's not a masterful plan like Azel's, or a play by play so in depth that we've killed our opponent twelve moves ahead like Goldfish, and it's certianly not as detailed as a Duesal looting or even close to a Diplomatic evisceration by Crake but my snark has actually won a vote.

I feel like I won an Oscar.
 
And because all of these roles are a greater or smaller part of us, we won't become a god and be imprisoned in one or two.
 
[X] "My lady, I'm insulted! A Fey would dance about and call this fate or destiny or some such claptrap. They'd spin a tale and claim moral superiority by helping you in your worthwhile endeavor. Why I'd wager my favorite lute they'd even go so far as to cheat. I am far better than some Fey.
-[X] I'm an extremely petty man who just so happens to be both extremely bored and somewhat wealthy for the immediate future. We're much more dangerous."​

If it ends up a tie disregard this one
 
DragonParadox said:
The idea that taxation is theft is certainly not unheard of in setting, but no one has formalized what is usually a curse upon the heads of the local tax collectors. In terms of formal thought on the matter is that taxation and tithes are justified by the actions of the one collecting them, whether it is a virtuous king, or legitimate city government or a god looking for the salvation of the faithful.
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That's how I see it as well, if you're taxing people and spending 90% of the taxes on luxuries for yourself it's just theft, if you're like Viserys, and spend all the tax money on improving and protecting the realm, then taxes are a mandatory donation to the fund for the realms safety and prosperity.

Considering Viserys spend not just all the money he get from taxes on the realm, but also a lot of the money he get from adventuring and trading, the Empires taxes are definitely not theft.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by Goldfish on Mar 27, 2020 at 1:34 PM, finished with 62 posts and 23 votes.
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    [X] Viserys chuckles pleasantly, before answering, "Why, the very notion that I could be one of the Fey...That's just silly, my dear. Obviously, I am a dragon!" He smiles, showing pearly white teeth while raising both both hands, curled like claws, to display perfectly manicured nails. "Are my fangs and talons not terrifying to behold?"
    [X] "My lady, I'm insulted! A Fey would dance about and call this fate or destiny or some such claptrap. They'd spin a tale and claim moral superiority by helping you in your worthwhile endeavor. Why I'd wager my favorite lute they'd even go so far as to cheat. I am far better than some Fey.
    -[X] I'm an extremely petty man who just so happens to be both extremely bored and somewhat wealthy for the immediate future. We're much more dangerous."
    [X] "The sky is green"
    [X] "That would be telling, and what sort of gentleman does that?"
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Interlude DCCLIX: Of Skill and Honor
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    • Of Skill and Honor ​

    Twenty Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    "My lady, I'm insulted!" The singer, if singer he be, proclaimed grandly. "A fey lord would dance about and call this fate or destiny or some such claptrap. They'd spin a tale and claim moral superiority by helping you in your worthwhile endeavor." The sly gleam in his eye only grows brighter as he concludes. "Why, I'd wager my favorite lute they'd even go so far as to cheat. I am far better than some fey. I am an extremely petty man who just so happens to be both extremely bored and somewhat wealthy for the immediate future. We're much more dangerous."

    Wenyld couldn't help herself, she giggled, then promptly scowled at sounding like a child. "You realize this is cheating right, the magic?"

    "I won't tell if you don't," the improbably named man said conspiratorially.

    The girl nodded, a feeling a slow smile drawing on her own lips at the thought of facing her uncle like this. An uncharitable observer might have even called it a smirk.

    ***​

    Arrow after arrow cuts the air, humming almost like a song. Every movement of the hand, every tilt of the shoulders easy as breathing. She didn't have to think about the wind or consider the arc of the shot, Wenyld simply knew, as if she had seen it all before a thousand and one times or as if she could see the shots land before the arrow even left the bow. Was this what it was like to be a fey? she wondered and almost laughed aloud as her shot beat out Ser Bors Costayne's by a good two fingers even though the targets had been moved back five times and she would normally be worrying about the draw of her bow and her arrow dropping too much by now.

    I'd have probably shot the dirt three times over by now, the girl admitted to herself as for the first time in her life she seriously considered what it would take to actually learn magic for herself. If someone as... well, silly as Buttercup could learn to grant such blessings on a whim what else might sorcery achieve?

    So caught up in her thoughts was Wenyld that she almost did not notice when the herald called out her uncle's name as the next one she was to shoot against, though she certainly could not miss his looming furious presence when he walked up to her. "What sort of mad bargain did you make you little fool? Will I have to tell my bother you sold yourself into service to some fey lord so you can play at being an archer for a day?"

    That was when Wenyld discovered that not all the blessings she had been given had to be used to judge a target or loose an arrow. The words came to her almost unbidden, but unwavering. "If you think I am using magic to cheat, uncle, than surely you must count me a great sorceress indeed to be able to fool the eyes of all attending," she motioned to the lord's box where five of the great fey gathered to watch, carefully avoiding even the merest glance at the bard who was her actual benefactor. "Or do you wish to impugn upon the honor and truthfulness of the Kindly Neighbors?"

    The silence that followed was deafening. There was no one attending, highborn or low, who had not heard a tale of the fey avenging themselves dreadfully for such an insult. Feeling guilty, Wenyld was about to try to offer some apology or deflection when her uncle went from pale to red in the cheeks in the snap of an instant before he called out to Lord Owen Ashford and his guests. "I ask that all magic be removed from our presence, even that which is most cunningly hidden!"

    "That is no simple boon you ask for, my friend," Ser Dregaire interjected, his grave voice carrying far in the still air. "What price would you pay for it?"

    "Why should I have to pay any price when I am not the one making use of sorcery to cheat?" the knight asked coldly. "Let the onus fall on whichever one of us should lose and thereby prove their cause unjust." Turning to Wenyld with a smile that made her wish she could return this morning's slap he added. "Unless of course you would like to forfeit and return to more appropriate endeavors, girl?"

    He expects me to give up, just slink off and admit I'm not worth anything without magic. Wenyld's hand tightened painfully on her bow. "I..."

    "I will not allow any such thing in my tourney upon my lands," Lord Ashford practically shouted. "Have you taken leave of your senses, Alfryd? The girl is your kin and under your protection."

    "Not for lack of trying to get out from under it to judge from this morning's foolishness with wearing New Barrel colors," Uncle Alfryd practically spat.

    Murmurs started around the range, some of them at least faintly approving, but Lord Ashford's usually cheerful face was dark with anger. "You will not press the girl into a pact on my land."

    "I..." Wenyld hesitated, not sure what she could say. She did not enjoy being thought of as helpless, but her uncle's hash words which she had goaded him into could harm House Fossoway for years to come. Should she just admit to cheating with magic? "I never wished for my presence to be such trouble for you, my lord. I think it would be wiser for both of us to withdraw so as not to mar this joyous occasion." There, that felt right.

    Does 'Buttercup' intervene to help diffuse the situation somehow or does he leave it up to Alfryd Fossoway good sense?

    [] Intervene
    -[] Write in

    [] Do not intervene

    [] Write in

    OOC: Welp... that happened. I had not thought about Wenyld using her skill buffs on social rolls until she actually got there, but once I started rolling things took on a life of their own.
     
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    • hmmm we need a good way to bullshit everyone here and still make Wendyl win without exposing we cheated to the fey. becouse at this point we are going all in on the chaos
     
    Okay...

    If they cast Antimagic Field on us our disguise falls and Dread Sorceror Viserys Targaryen enters the stage.

    Which kinda undermines our whole disguised escapade
     
    DragonParadox said:
    "I ask that all magic be removed from our presence, even that which is most cunningly hidden!"

    "That is no simple boon you ask for my friend," Ser Dregaire interjected, his grave voice carrying far in the still air. "What price would you pay for it?"
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    A more serious request than the fool can possibly know, though the Fey Knight likely has an idea what he is up against.

    Breaking VIserys' magic is no small feat after all, he'll either have to go full Disjunction or call on a very powerful abjurer to dispell our work.
     
    Artemis1992 said:
    A more serious request than the fool can possibly know, though the Fey Knight likely has an idea what he is up against.

    Breaking VIserys' magic is no small feat after all, he'll either have to go full Disjunction or call on a very powerful abjurer to dispell our work.
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    Or go for an Antimagic Field. That would be the best method, and one we can't avoid.
     
    Artemis1992 said:
    A more serious request than the fool can possibly know, though the Fey Knight likely has an idea what he is up against.

    Breaking VIserys' magic is no small feat after all, he'll either have to go full Disjunction or call on a very powerful abjurer to dispell our work.
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    AMF works fine though.

    @DragonParadox, if a Fey with active AMF was standing near them, would he notice if we disable the AMF with Spellbane?
     
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