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

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Azel said:
Look. If the idea is to make Danelle fall so far that she will callously disregard the death of her friends and allies to swear to Viserys, I can work with that.

But people seem not really fine with that either.
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That's my ideal end-goal, yeah.
Of course, my more realistic end-goal is having her not be involved in the fight with Lucan (simply gank him when she isn't around), and then have her be deeply conflicted as she bends the knee to our fait accompli and Diplomancy bullshit.
 
Yeah, pretty sure the result of having the fleshforgers design for cute would be some MAX Uncanny Valley, Chibi In Real Life style stuff.

Huge eyes for one thing, because people like big eyes so surely bigger is better right?
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Apr 13, 2020 at 4:50 PM, finished with 144 posts and 13 votes.
  • [X] Seek Lord Chester's fealty, the better to be able to protect him and his fief
    -[X] If we are successful, contact Thorfin via Sending and make him aware of the new political reality, and ask the Convergence to take care not to provoke Chester such that he might ask for our assistance in dealing with a "Deep One" incursion.
    [X] Plan Keeping Things Calm
    -[X] Speak with Lyan Chester again. Tell him that he should keep quiet what he has seen. The Illithid didn't want to kill him, but if he spreads the tale, they might reconsider. You are simply not sure if you can protect him if that happens, though you will do your best.
    -[X] Get Lord Chesters fealty. Tell him in private that Danelle seems eager to see danger in the Ironborn embracing the Faith of the Seven for some reason and that Brandon is humoring her for his own purposes. He shouldn't trust them.
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Part MMMCDXLXII: A Timely Journey
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    • A Timely Journey ​

    Twenty-Ninth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC

    On your return to Greenshield you are unsurprised to find Lyan Chester eager to introduce you to his father and secure some sort of protection in the face of his betrayal of the Convergence's secrets. You can hardly tell him you had come to a tentative detente with those very beings, but you very carefully skirt around talk of the Iron God whose faith is growing on the island. How the hells you are going to handle the Chosen of the Maiden who knows of the heresy and has every reason to expunge it you still do not know.

    A raven lands on an oak branch above your head and gives a loud almost questioning caw. It is probably a coincidence. Then a second and third join it, all staring intently at you.

    "You do not have to introduce yourself like that, uncle." The word comes more naturally when speaking of this almost playful presentation, though from the coldly satisfied timbre of his mind it is very much Lord Bloodraven, weaver of a thousand tangled plots, who speaks with you today.

    "It is a poor sorcerer who entirely abandons a sense of the dramatic, Your Grace," he replies in like manner. "The Chosen of the Maiden is not on Greenshield anymore, and indeed it will be long while before she returns to Westeros."

    "Oh?" You trust that he did not do anything to imperil the truce you reached at the end of the Conclave, though truth be told you had been considering breaking it yourself quite often of late.

    "She has been seeking to make amends with the Old Gods in the name of the Seven and secure a more lasting peace. That is a longer tally than any one person can pay, but that does not mean I cannot hand her a task at the opportune time to aid your own endeavors. She is to travel into the Feywild seeking those Singers men called 'woods walkers' and either persuade them to return to the world of flesh or at least discover their fate. The paths of that realm do not run straight..." One of the ravens is cawing now, the sound near enough laughter.

    "She will have Garth the Green and his fey allies to lead her on," you point out.

    "The only reason why I expect her to return at all from following the Trails of the Lost," Brynden Rivers replies. "See that your plans for the Shield Islands is untroubled, Your Grace."

    "Won't she have spoken to the other Chosen about the Iron God?"     Bloodraven himself had been very wary of the Convergence, but accepted your reasoning for meeting with them and by extension leaving their plans intact so long as they did not harm the realm.

    "No, that is part of the price demanded of her, to leave her own path untrod and unwatched for however long this task takes her to perform. A sacrifice of faith, not of blood." He pauses a moment, some distant distraction calling to him. "The Seven themselves know of course and might send other agents to counter the heresy, but they would have no reason to begin in Greenshield and not some other corner of the realm. The face most afflicted is the Warrior, and should His Chosen move you will know more swiftly than I."

    Brandon is tight-lipped and worried when he meets you, but not angry. Whatever Danelle had told him about her journey, the Lord of Greyshield does not blame you for it. On the other hand he would have every reason to work against Lord Chester from personal animosity, unless...

    "House Chester would probably weather the revelation of heresy if you make it now, you know, your only satisfaction removing Moribald from the board, but should they be caught in the contentions of the Deep Ones..."

    "I'll have squids for neighbors," he finishes grimly. "Best to carve the canker out while I can."

    "I will keep watch to ensure that does not happen," you pledge, and not idly so. Interest in the Convergence will not carry you into allowing the people of Greenshield to be warped or enthralled.

    "What's it to you?" the Lord of Greyshield asks, eyes bright with suspicion, but not denial.

    "I get to watch what they are doing, maybe understand their plans," you reply, truthfully again, if not wholly so. "Not like there is much opportunity to figure out what goes through a illithid's betentacled head."

    "Fair enough, if they use it as a base to move against Greyshield..."

    "Then I would expect no less of you than to do your duty," you finish.

    With a final nod in parting Brandon Greyshield vanishes in a gust of chilled air. Now all you have to do is actually secure Greenshield and the other Reacher lords you had planned for the month.

    What next?

    [] Dealing with the rest of the delicate Reachers

    [] Revive a report (interludes)
    -[] Rhaella and the easier Reacher Houses
    -[] Denys' research into wild magic
    -[] Write in

    OOC: This feels like a neat way to tie off this without damaging characterization or forcing me to write more of a character that I do not enjoy dealing with. It also reinforces just how tricky the depths of the feywild can be which I think makes for a nice moment. Hope you guys agree. I know it's not perfect, but it's the best I can do right now.
     
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    • NOW HOLD UP.

    [X] Meet with House Merryweather's Lord, the last on your list of those who had not yet denied the Fey. Then receive the report of your Mother's work in the Reach.
     
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