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

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Yeah no, again, I don't want to throw around curses.

Making someone look like an idiot, even with magic, is comparatively lighthearted fun. We're not actually capricious enough to be genuine Fey. Even Ser Fossoway could come back from his little mud bath with a little hard work and self examination, anything that happens to him from this point forward is his own folly. And yes, sometimes people are just made to folly until an ignoble and messy end, but we don't need accusations of cruelty. We get enough of that slander.
 
Crake said:
Yeah no, again, I don't want to throw around curses.

Making someone look like an idiot, even with magic, is comparatively lighthearted fun. We're not actually capricious enough to be genuine Fey. Even Ser Fossoway could come back from his little mud bath with a little hard work and self examination, anything that happens to him from this point forward is his own folly. And yes, sometimes people are just made to folly until an ignoble and messy end, but we don't need accusations of cruelty. We get enough of that slander.
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I wasn't seriously suggesting cursing anyone. Just lamenting the fact that Viserys is one of the few DND characters I've seen that can actually use all those weird curses, but never has cause to.

Even going so far as to move his voice up a few octaves for 20 minutes would be excessive.
 
Crake said:
Yeah no, again, I don't want to throw around curses.

Making someone look like an idiot, even with magic, is comparatively lighthearted fun. We're not actually capricious enough to be genuine Fey. Even Ser Fossoway could come back from his little mud bath with a little hard work and self examination, anything that happens to him from this point forward is his own folly. And yes, sometimes people are just made to folly until an ignoble and messy end, but we don't need accusations of cruelty. We get enough of that slander.
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If he escalates further we'll possibly have to react in some stronger manner.

Though there are many options besides Curses.
 
The very fact that we didn't even have to cast magic on Ser Alfryd during that "fight" shows that we are far and above the kinds of people we might encounter here. If we for example come across someone working genuine misdeeds, we should break character a bit and rather than be even more petty, actually stop the criminal and bring them to justice.
 
To be fair, to complete the image we should try to seduce some noble lady, only for some unforeseen event preventing us from getting things done (because we are damn loyal to Lya, and also because she can use divination to find out).
 
We need to perform the Sour Apple Aparté. Followed by a song about Ser Geralt fighting some other monstrous threat, and at some point a classic Riverlander tune that I'm sure the local Satyrs will get a kick out of.

And then we finish with this homoerotic song that is definitely not about Buttercup and Geralt having a falling out. :sad:
 
Crake said:
Yeah no, again, I don't want to throw around curses.

Making someone look like an idiot, even with magic, is comparatively lighthearted fun. We're not actually capricious enough to be genuine Fey. Even Ser Fossoway could come back from his little mud bath with a little hard work and self examination, anything that happens to him from this point forward is his own folly. And yes, sometimes people are just made to folly until an ignoble and messy end, but we don't need accusations of cruelty. We get enough of that slander.
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I'm not aiming for it either, but given the escalation pattern so far, we will end up in a prank war with a mid-level Fey.
 
Crake said:
We need to perform the Sour Apple Aparté. Followed by a song about Ser Geralt fighting some other monstrous threat, and at some point a classic Riverlander tune that I'm sure the local Satyrs will get a kick out of.

And then we finish with this homoerotic song that is definitely not about Buttercup and Geralt having a falling out. :sad:
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Not exactly sure how to pull it off, but Music of the Spheres would be a fun way to mess with the fey, depending on how obviously magical it is.

Something to play at the end, after we do a couple of funny songs, maybe a few sad ones, then this followed by immediately disappearing into the crowd. I'm not sure who they'd decide we are, but it's be funny to see them try to work through it.
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Mar 28, 2020 at 2:00 PM, finished with 70 posts and 23 votes.
  • [X] Stay close to Ser Richard, only defending yourself from any who would seek to cross blades with "Buttercup", focusing instead upon loudly narrating "Ser Geralt's" exploits in the melee in real time.
    -[X] Ask Dany to check in on Wenyld during and immediately following the melee. She's just gone through a trying experience and could probably use a sympathetic shoulder to lean upon.
    -[X] Later, we will need to arrange a meeting with Lord Owen Ashford to smooth over any ruffled feathers and to ensure Wenyld doesn't suffer for our actions.
    [X] Stay close to Ser Richard, only defending yourself from any who would seek to cross blades with "Buttercup", focusing instead upon loudly narrating "Ser Geralt's" exploits in the melee in real time.
    [X] Stay close to Ser Richard to watch his progress, only engaging anyone who gets close
    [X] Fight a particular opponent
    -[X]See if you can score one of the local Fey Knights
    [X] Sing Ser Richard's praise while dodging further attacks (running commentary on the battle, WWF-style).
    [X] Earn a few more victories for Buttercup
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Part MMMCDXVIII: A Triumph of Steel
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    • A Triumph of Steel ​

    Twenty Fourth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    Ser Richard fight in the midst of the melee is certainly impressive enough to warrant the narrating during it. You had seen him fight horrors from beyond the world, do battle in the depths of the sea, the ruins of an elder world, under the fiery skies of Valyria and in scores of other places that would break other men, but at those times you had been rather busy with the monster in front of you to fully appreciate how the knight fought. There was not a hairsbreadth of wasted motion, not a step too far taken and not a single moment's hesitation in battle. In a word it is unfair.

    As he fights his way towards the Lord of Horn Hill with yourself only a step behind you find yourself barely being able to keep up naming the vanquished falling left and right, but then stag-horned Dregaire makes himself known with a charge that that pushes the knight a step back for the first time since the battle had begun. "I am not one to count upon magics and subtle feints, good Ser, and I can see neither are you," the fey proclaims, silvered blade sparking against Oathkeeper's glamour shrouded edge. "Come, let us see by what prowess you faced the Court of Night Eternal."

    Meeting the challenge with a small nod Ser Richard unleashes blow after blow until with impossible swiftness, until it almost seems as though he is welding half a dozen swords not one, but the fey lord, for surely no lesser spirit could fight thus, catches three blows on his shield and twists aside from three others such that his armor takes the brunt of it, bending but not breaking. That is when you discover that his horns are not just for show, but weapons in their own right to match the sword he bears, forcing Ser Richard on the back foot such that the silvered sword can just slice into his leg through the gap just above the knee.

    Alas for him that Ser Richard is quite used to opponents who use horns in battle. Moving in a more deliberate stance than the one he had taken a moment before he catches the fey's horns on the next attempted strike and pulls his head painfully down before kicking out to send him tumbling back. If this had been true battle to the death the fey would have likely lost his head to Oathkeeper's next swing, but the strictures of the melee mean the fey knight has the chance to twist just fast enough to bring his shield smashing into the knight from below, seeking to toss him to the ground instead.

    Ser Richard does not loose his footing and instead reverses Oathkeeper to smash the pummel into his surprised opponent's face. Blood brighter crimson than that of any mortal stains the grass, but the fey seems to find it all great fun, his laughter ringing over all the sounds of battle. "You carry your tale in you as few mortal men do, Ser. I would feel no shame losing to such as you... but I would still rather win."

    That is when you notice that Randyll Tarly, having dispatched his last opponent, decided that 'Ser Geralt' is the more dangerous opponent and tries to strike him from the side, obvious enough as not to be accused of being dishonorable while cunning enough to show the experience of the battlefield more than the tourney ground.

    It is not quite cunning enough. Ser Richard manages to strike lord and fey both with a single sweeping attack. Tarly's armor is, you suspect, magical. It is not magical enough as Oathkeeper cuts through it with a screech of tearing steel. As his opponents try to time their blows to get through his guard, your sworn sword feints and parries the fey lord's strike just so as to land upon the shoulder of the Lord of Horn Hill. He could have probably avoided Tarly's own blade if he had tried something less elaborate, but you appreciate the showmanship to sing songs of. He certainly seems to be enjoying himself.

    Out of the corner of your eye you spy a pair of lesser knights moving to try an actual strike from behind on Ser Richard and promptly disarm one while Lord Ashford starts smashing the other as a particularly irate blacksmith would do to poor iron.

    You return your gaze to Ser Richard just in time to see him smash Randyll Tarly's sword arm hard enough to force the sword from his hand as the fey lord bruised, but still cheerful, yields.

    From there Ser Richard's victory is assured with Lord Owen Ashford himself being the last to fall after you had yielded with an elaborate bow.

    As you are partaking of celebratory wine at the edge of the field while fey healers work their magic Oathkeeper whispers unexpected news from Ser Richard in your thoughts: "Tarly suspects who we are."

    What do you do?

    [] Speak to Lord Ashford as planned

    [] Speak to Lord Tarly
    -[] Write in

    [] Write in

    OOC: Old Randyll did see Ser Richard on the training field a few times when he was in Sorcerer's Deep.
     
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    • [X] Speak with Lord Tarly, hoping he didn't take the spot of amusement ill. You very rarely get to enjoy yourself when the stakes are low, and whatever else you might say of this tourney no grand intrigues you have planned.
    -[X] Invite him to come speak with Lord Ashford with us, subtly signaling we both would enjoy playing for him at the Keep later, and much more quietly a private conversation in his solar, in hopes of unruffling any feathers and ensuring beforehand that young Wenyld's safety and honor remains intact despite the slight indiscretion.

    [X] Move on to the Joust, where Buttercup will act as Ser Geralt's "squire" fetching him lances and playing a Sour Apple Aparté during an intermission.
     
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