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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:
This was about utilizing the ice heart in a way that makes sure any leaking Other influences are dealt with.

If you just want a little something for the Old Gods...
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What on God's green Earth is that?
 
One Autumn Leaf said:
How much blood would we have to spill to make such a thing? How many lives would we have to end? Yeah that is a physical deity walking the Earth. Like I think that thing has the same CR as some Kaijju and I mean Kaijuu. Pathfinder has those.
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That's probably a sacrifice in the range of the Tree of the Dawn Age, capped with several genuine Others (possibly of Mythic rank in their own right).
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on May 6, 2020 at 4:42 PM, finished with 39 posts and 17 votes.
  • [X] Gifts from the South
    -[X] Conjure up a Heroes Feast for everyone in attendance, consisting of delicacies from the Stepstones and Essos. Fruits, heavily spiced meat, heady wine and so on.
    -[X] Masterwork weapons from hardened obsidian for everyone.
    -[X] Masterwork chainmail for everyone.
    -[X] Offer a performance by Xor to accompany the festivities and have him retell the story of the Mythic Wight Lord you captured and sacrificed to the Old Gods.
    -[X] 50 barrels of Dawn Mead
    -[X] 20 crates of spices
    -[X] 50 crates of salt
    -[X] 10 barrels of purification
    [X] Gifts from the South
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Part MMMCDLXXXIV: In Stranger's Eyes
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    • In Stranger's Eyes ​

    Tenth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    It does not take the giants long to find you, you are after all hardly trying to hide. The trumpeting of a small mammoth herd, akin though not identical to the sound of the elephants you had heard in Volantis, heralds your first sight of one of the giants, the second of the elder folk of Westeros. The giant himself rides the lead beast, motioning warily with a heavy oak club that seemed to have been crafted out of a whole young tree cleared of branches.

    "Hail Child of Earth, Great One who strides beneath the branches of the woods," you call out courteously in the Old Tongue, though the shape of the words was you suspect are adapted from an even older greeting in the true tongue of the Children.

    Small black eyes crinkle in confusion beneath a heavy brow covered in light brown fur like the rest of his body. "Why you come to meet?" he asks, carefully enunciating each syllable in a way that makes you suspect the tongue is not truly a good fit for them, yet you have never heard of the giants keeping their own tongue. Had they forgotten it somehow, keeping only the tongue of men though they struggled to speak it? Somehow the thought is even sadder than pondering the fate of the last Singers under the hollow hill. At least they remembered their past and deeds.

    "We bring gifts and wish to speak to those gathered here," you reply, adapting your speech patterns to make yourself better understood. Formality is a poor fit here.

    "What gifts?" The giant starts sniffing the air curiously.

    You allow your cloak to shift and flow showing salt and spices, giant sized spears and axes wrought of hardened dragonglass, not all the ones you had packed of course, but enough to make the warrior's posture shift from suspicion to admiration. "Me, Nar Og Tun Doh Weg, me lead you now."

    The short deep syllables of the name come far smoother to his lips. This, you suspect, is the last of the giants' tongue.

    Obviously catching the communication difficulties as readily as you Xor steps from the shadows, wearing the guise of a young Westerosi man as he usually did when dealing with the Free Folk. "Perhaps I can help..." he projects towards everyone in the clearing, though clearly meant for your would-be guide.

    Nar Og shakes his head in bemusement, causing his mammoth to stamp one of its massive feet. "You no smell like man. What you be?"

    Your friend wavers for a moment between his natural inclination and caution in the face of a still fresh encounter with a new people.

    "It's worth a try, giants are supposed to value honesty," Waymar says in Common.

    Needing no further encouragement Xor's twists and reforms into his proper form, while the rest of you prepare to step between them should the giant look like he would take the transformation amiss.

    Thankfully, while the mammoths do shy away from the sight, Nar Og simply looks curious. "You have many eyes, yes? See better than man?"

    "Yes, I can see all around rather than just in front," Xor replies, untroubled by the abruptness of the question.

    "You call men stupid because they no see as good." It takes you a moment to realize the giant had not been asking a question but making a jest.

    "I prefer not to be rude without cause," Xor answers carefully. "Though if anyone called you or your kin stupid just because of how your senses are arranged that would be cause enough to suit me."

    So you set off down the mammoth carved path after Xor's new friend pondering just how to introduce yourself to the other giants and how to offer to host them in your lands.

    How do you present yourself to the giants' moot?

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    OOC: Not the best break point, but it's really late. It was this or not update at all tonight. Hopefully the scene with Xor is interesting. He has not gotten much screen time lately, but he should be able to shine here.
     
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    • Meeting Xor has two possible outcomes:

    You are either weirded out by the singing sin against nature or you instantly become friends. There is nothing in between.
     
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    [X] The Dragon King in the South
    -[X] Present yourself as a powerful ally against the coming Winter, offering sanctuary against the Others and their merciless tide of Undead. You can offer them lands to settle and graze their mammoths, you can sponsor the giants if they wish to learn other crafts, and you can arm them with sorcery if they wish to join the fight against the Long Night or other monstrosities.
     
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    [X] Emperor Viserys
    -[X] You are a ruler from the south, but you have citizens from many places all over the world, such as the Thenns and the last Singers.
    -[X] Furthermore you are sworn ally of the Old Gods, and sworn enemy of the cold ones and all their servants.
    -[X] You have come to offer the giants asylum for the coming Long Night, or new lands for them to live in peace if they so desire.
     
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    @DragonParadox, will we find out what the hell happened to the Westerosi Giants? How do they go from building a literal mountain in the Dawn Age -- the Giant's Lance -- to caveman versions of themselves?
     
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