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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:
3. Glad you liked it. I struggled quite a bit with this one, partially because it felt like kind of a boring letdown of an ending for this storyline.
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That's why it was so good though. Qyburn divining everything to figure out what was really going on was excellent.
Having plots everywhere is fun, but it's important to show that sometimes it's just people being people.
 
@Azel,

Qyburn says: "You have done a great service to the natural sciences today, my Lord."

Thanks to body language, appearance, and the odd gleam in his eyes, everyone perceives it as: "Muahahaha! You have done a great service to the unnatural sciences today, puny muggle. Muahahaha!"

Whatever final form Qyburn takes, he needs to have Telepathy so he can avoid these small hiccups in communication. It would also prevent folks from assuming the face tentacles waving around may be intent upon devouring their brains when he is merely trying to emphasize a point of discussion or speculating on the weather. :p
 
I am slighty let down by the characteristics of the research.

I mean, I am sure we can go and kidnap a human under ceremorphosis whenever we want. Heck, we already had a pet Illithid once, the lame one we managed to charm. I thought that this was far more... unique.
 
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  • [X] Plan KISE: Keep It Simple, Elinor
    -[X] Shortly after she was taken by the mountain clan raiders, Elinor's magic awakened and she made contact with the Old Gods. Through them, she was able to summon her familiars, intelligent Plant creatures whose powers helped her escape and survive in the wilderness.
    --[X] Rather than return home after her ordeal, Elinor instead chose to travel in search of greater understanding of the Old Gods and to make sense of the strangeness of the world she had found herself in. She eventually ended up in Sorcerer's Deep, where she studied magic and other mysteries.
    ---[X] Although she had made a new life for herself, Elinor eventually yearned to return home and see her family, and perhaps even use her newfound skills and knowledge to aid them in these trying times. With that goal in mind, she paid a mage to quickly transport her home rather than travel by ship and steed through uncertain waters and over unfriendly lands.
    -[X] Make it clear to Elinor that should she wish to study formal magic in truth, a spot will be waiting for her in the Scholarium when her mission is complete, along with a generous stipend. She will also be able to keep everything she was assigned for her mission, except for the Plant servitors, of course.
    -[X] To aid Elinor in her task, we will assign her the following:
    --[X] Wealth: 500 IM in various coinage
    --[X] Spell Effect: A Permanent Channel Vigor spell will be applied to Elinor to further enhance her capabilities, and the Renewal Pact and Stalwart Pact spells placed on her for increased safety.
    --[X] Equipment: Amulet of Tears (w/Protection from Evil), Anklets of Translocation, Cloak of Hedge Wizard (Conjuration), Earrings of Arcane Acuity (w/+2 Charisma & +5 Competence bonus to Use Magic Device checks), Gloves of Object Reading, Greater Ribbon of Disguise, Handy Haversack, Inquisitor's Monocle, Mind Blank Ring (Shadowforged), Muleback Cords, Ribbon of Disguise, Ring of Sandform, Ring of Sustenance (Slotless), Single-Use Charms (Plane Shift charm, Teleport Charm, x2 Sending Stones), Vial of Efficacious Medicine, Wand of Cure Light Wounds (x2), Weapons (Adamantine Dagger, Double Crossbow)
    --[X] Spell Scrolls: Cure Light Wounds (x20), Divine Insight (x10), Healer's Vision (x5), Invisibility (x5), Mirror Image (x2), Panacea (x5), Rope Trick (x3)
    --[X] Constructs: Greater Three-Eyed Raven (x1) and Lesser Three-Eyed Ravens (x3) to act as unseen eyes and ears, and unobtrusive messengers should she need them.
    --[X] Alchemical Items: Antiplague (x30), Antitoxin (x30), Fungal Stun Vial (x10), Healing Salve (x100), Healy Myrrh (x20), Sleep-Smoke (x10)
    --[X] Plant servitors to act as her familiars:
    ---[X] Plant-Imbued Shadow Creature Cat (w/+4 Racial HD) (CR 6, 6 HD)
    ---[X] Verdant Raven [Advanced Plant-Imbued Giant Raven (w/+4 Racial HD)] (CR 6, 6 HD)
    ---[X] 10 Verdant Kingfishers (CR 2, 2 HD)
    -[X] Viserys will Imbue Elinor with Divine Insight and Voice of the Dragon spells she can activate as needed to help sell her story, along with an Extended Persisted Greater Heroism spell Dreamcast by Dany which will last for 48 hours. Combined with the +6 Competence bonus to Bluff checks from her Channel Vigor buff, Elinor will have a +35 bonus to her Bluff skill in addition to any skill ranks or Charisma bonuses she may benefit from.
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Interlude DCCXCVIII: Prodigal
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    • Prodigal ​

    Seventeenth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    It had been two years almost to the day since Elinor Rowan had been taken from her home and thrust into the company of the Sons of the Mist. Dalla's pet lowlander, a better fate than others she could have had but still a far cry from the life she had expected, the life she had trained and studied for from earliest childhood. But through it all she had made the best of it, read out the letters, kept an eye on the various clansmen for potential allies and enemies, even aided the young witch in her magic when all that was needed was a pair of hands and quick wits. She had gotten quite a bit of blood on her own hands in the process from new mothers in hard birthing to warriors wounded on raids, to... other things she did not like to recall under the light of day, though they haunted her life.

    Had someone asked her when was the precise moment when she had set aside dreams of being recused by some gallant knight she could not say for certain, but it must have been around the same time she stopped praying to the Mother for protection, the same time she decided she was never going home. What would her father even do with the wild thing she had become? Would she show of her skills in carving the liver out of a shadowcat without damaging it in place of painting, keeping rhythm with the ichor painted drum in place of singing? Madness and dreams of another life.

    It had dawned on her slowly that someone must be supplying the clans with tools and weapons, armor and grains. The raids had grown less a matter of filling stores and preparing for the snows and more acts of divine retribution and plunder of fine things. Blood and gold. Then had seen the healing salves wrapped in wax sealed with an unfamiliar eastern symbol, a stylized dragon wrapped around the Valyrian letter S. Scholarum...

    She had heard the rumors, too many and too detailed to disbelieve out of hand. Viserys Targaryen, son of the Mad King Aerys, was using the clans to weaken the lords of the Vale in preparation for an invasion. Elinor had not been sure what to feel then, betrayal that any civilized person, much less one who wished to be seen as king, would be ultimately behind her being stolen away in he dead of night by raiders atop winged steeds, fear that the Dragon King might have some hidden purpose for her yet, and worst of all hope that he might win and she might get to return to some semblance of civilization, somewhere were food was not cut off the bones with a belt knife or drunk from crude wooden bowls.

    One thing Elinor had not expected to happen was to be called from her scribe's duties on a perfectly unremarkable day and presented to that very same king, silver haired and cloaked in shimmering gold, bearing a weirwood staff in hand and a sword of Valyrian steel at his belt and just... offered the chance to go home.

    She had bitten the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood to keep herself from smiling, laughing, shouting, crying or some other stupid thing that would ruin things. She had listened as the dragon proposed that she lead her family into apostasy and pacts with fey out of the deep past. Distantly the young scion of House Rowan knew the girl she once was would have been horrified at the notion, but on this day and in this hour as the sun showed its face upon the high crests of the Mountains of the Moon she didn't really care. For a chance to go home on her own two feet not as an object of scorn or pity she would walk through hellfire.

    The memory of Dalla casting the bones before a big battle came to mind clear she is she was seeing it before her very eyes. Had all this been planned from the start, to get her here to where she would agree to this mad plan, to take on sorcerous boons and the company of strange creatures in order to lead her family away from the worship of the Seven?

    In the end she didn't much care if the cat was kind of cute and she really... really wanted to get somewhere she could wash her hair properly without making a pact with a nixie.

    She wanted to go home.

    ***​

    There was crying, really an unreasonable amount of crying. She wanted to see her parents and sisters smiling, not crying, even if they were tears of joy. Father had organized a funeral for her when even sorcery couldn't find her. She had a bloody tombstone. What did you even say to that?

    "I'm back... I'm back now and I'm never leaving." And she had an elder fey and maybe even the future King of the Seven Kingdoms to make sure that stayed true.

    Later that day as she was making up 'adventures' of the past two years she wondered if the Scholarum did tutoring if you had the coin to pay for it, or maybe she could persuade Elswyth to teach her how to weave proper magic and then they could attest to her skill.

    What do you wish to see next?

    [] Receive a report
    -[] Write in

    [] Continue with Viserys
    -[] Write in

    [] Write in

    OOC: Things went off without a hitch with the fey, I just felt the interlude would work better if I kept the focus on Elinor going home since that had the most emotional weight.
     
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    There was crying, really an unreasonable amount of crying,s eh wanted to see her parents and sisters smiling not crying even if they were tears of joy. Father had organized a funeral for her when even sorcery couldn't find her. She had a bloody tombstone. What did you even say to that?
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    Wait, what? How'd Dalla manage to hide her from divination?

    Also @DragonParadox, are we in a position to convince the Fey to join us now that we fulfilled her request?
     
    Tomcost said:
    I am slighty let down by the characteristics of the research.

    I mean, I am sure we can go and kidnap a human under ceremorphosis whenever we want. Heck, we already had a pet Illithid once, the lame one we managed to charm. I thought that this was far more... unique.
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    This is a bit more unique then a random bit of seafood. More on that in The Artisans Pride XI - Dreaming of Eldritch Horrors.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Prodigal ​

    Seventeenth Day of the First Month 294 AC

    It had been two years, almost to the day, since Elinor Rowan was taken from her home and thrust into the company of the Sons of the Mist. Dalla's pet lowlander, a better fate than others she could have had, but still a far cry from the life she had expected, the life she had trained and studied for from earliest childhood. But through it all she had made the best of it, read out the letters, kept an eye on the various clansmen for potential allies and enemies, even aided the young witch in her magic when all that was needed was a pair of hands and quick wits. She had gotten quite a bit of blood on her own hands in the process, from new mothers in hard birthing to warriors wounded on raids, to... other things she did not like to recall under the light of day, though they haunted her life.

    Had someone asked, she could not say for certain when was the precise moment when she had set aside dreams of being recused by some gallant knights, but it must have been around the same time she stopped praying to the Mother for protection, the same time she decided she was never going home. What would her father even do with the wild thing she had become? Would she show off her skills in carving the liver out of a shadow cat without damaging it in place of painting, keeping rhythm with the ocher painted drum in place of singing? Madness and dreams of another life.

    It had dawned on her slowly that someone must be supplying the clans with tools and weapons, armor and grain. The raids had grown less a matter of filling stores and preparing for the snows and more acts of divine retribution and plunder of fine things. Blood and gold. Then had been the healing salves wrapped in wax and sealed unfamiliar eastern symbol, a stylized dragon wrapped around the Valyrian letter S. Scholarum... she had heard the rumors, too many and too detailed to disbelieve out of hand. Viserys Targaryen, son of Mad King Aerys, was using the clans to weaken the lords of the Vale in preparation for an invasion. Elinor had not been sure what to feel then, betrayal that any civilized person, much less one who wished to be seen as king would be ultimately behind her being stolen away in he dead of night by raiders atop winged steeds, fear that the dragon king might have some hidden purpose for her yet..and worst of all, hope that he might win and she might get to return to some semblance of civilization, somewhere where food was not cut off the bones with a belt knife or drunk from crude wooden bowls.

    One thing Elinor had not expected to happen was to be called from her scribe's duties on a perfectly unremarkable day and presented to that very same king, silver haired and cloaked in shimmering gold, bearing a weirwood staff in hand and a sword of Valyrian steel at his belt and just... offered the chance to go home.

    She had bitten the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood to keep herself from smiling, laughing, shouting, crying, or some other stupid reaction that would ruin things. She had listened as the dragon proposed that she lead her family into apostasy and pacts with fey out of the deep past. Distantly, the young scion of House Rowan knew the girl she once was would have been horrified at the notion, but on this day and in this hour as the sun showed its face upon the high crests of the Mountains of the Moon, she didn't really care. For a chance to go home on her own two feet, and not as an object of scorn or pity, she would walk through hellfire.

    The memory of Dalla casting the bones before a large battle came to mind clear she is she was seeing it before her very eyes. Had all this been planned from the start, to get her here to where she would agree to this mad plan, to take on sorcerous boons and the company of strange creatures in order to lead her family away from the worship of the Seven?

    In the end she didn't much care. The cat was kind of cute and she really... really wanted to get somewhere she could wash her hair properly without making a pact with a nixie.

    She wanted to go home.

    ***​

    There was crying, really an unreasonable amount of crying. She wanted to see her parents and sisters smiling, not crying even if they were tears of joy. Father had organized a funeral for her when even sorcery couldn't find her. She had a bloody tombstone. What did you even say to that?

    "I'm back... I'm back now and I'm never leaving." And she had an elder fey and maybe even the future King of the Seven Kingdoms to make sure that stayed true.

    Later that day as she was making up 'adventures' of the past two years, she wondered if the Scholarum did tutoring if you had the coin to pay for it, or maybe she could persuade Elswyth to teach her how to weave proper magic and then they could attest to her skill.

    What do you wish to see next?

    [] Receive a report
    -[] Write in

    [] Continue with Viserys
    -[] Write in

    [] Write in

    OOC: Things went off without a hitch with the fey, I just felt the interlude would work better if I kept the focus on Elinor going home since that had the most emotional weight. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    Let's see how our people in Slaver's Bay are doing.

    [X] Receive a report (Interlude series)
    -[X] From Slaver's Bay
     
    [X] Continue with Viserys
    -[X] Having finished with one Fey Court, perhaps it's better to move straight to dealing with another one.
    --[X] Visit the Court of Green, the one your uncle had claimed to be sympathetic to the Old Gods.
    --[X] Visiting party consists of: Viserys, Sir Richard, Rhaella, Soft Strider, Waymar, The Seeker, Kira Windgraced, 2 Mind Dragons, 3 Furies, Danar & Alyssa Crowl

    I've little interest in splitting our attention to Slavers' Bay right now, tbh.
    Let's finish with the Green and the Depths, ay?
     
    yeah let's finish with talking to the fey before we move on to a different interlude

    [X] Continue with Viserys
    -[X] Having finished with one Fey Court, perhaps it's better to move straight to dealing with another one.
    --[X] Visit the Court of Green, the one your uncle had claimed to be sympathetic to the Old Gods.
    --[X] Visiting party consists of: Viserys, Sir Richard, Rhaella, Soft Strider, Waymar, The Seeker, Kira Windgraced, 2 Mind Dragons, 3 Furies, Danar & Alyssa Crowl
     
    egoo said:
    [X] Continue with Viserys
    -[X] Having finished with one Fey Court, perhaps it's better to move straight to dealing with another one.
    --[X] Visit the Court of Green, the one your uncle had claimed to be sympathetic to the Old Gods.
    --[X] Visiting party consists of: Viserys, Sir Richard, Rhaella, Soft Strider, Waymar, The Seeker, Kira Windgraced, 2 Mind Dragons, 3 Furies, Danar & Alyssa Crowl

    I've little interest in splitting our attention to Slavers' Bay right now, tbh.
    Let's finish with the Green and the Depths, ay?
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    Agreed. Let's just stay on target until we finish here.

    [X] egoo
     
    [X] egoo

    Oh man, poor Elinor. Well she seems tired but not really broken from her experience at least. Though it'd be nice to see her interacting with her great X 1000 grandaunt sometime.

    Regarding Qyburn. Oh dear my dude, you're lucky you managed to scrounge up a patron who can deal with the inevitable mindflayer retaliation.

    @Azel did Qyburn kill the Mindflayer and collect the ceromorph himself? That's pretty damn impressive.

    Also "No theme was there to be found, no dedication to any given thing, just a broad if shallow interest in many things at once." geeze why don't you just fully scalp me.
     
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