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

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Artemis1992 said:
How do trends work anyway, in non-linear timelines?

Can retro be a thing if you can't be sure that something has been a trend once, or if that will yet happen?
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The real trendsetters are former mortals who've gone full Aberration, Alienists for the most part, who keep showing up and spreading their weird ideas all over the plaid continuum. You know what they say, there's nothing so annoying and self-righteous as a born again Aberration.
 
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Part MMMDLXXII: A Most Serious Day
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    • A Most Serious Day ​

    Second Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    The Isle of Serenity is not the grandest sky garden in Armun Kelisk, nor yet the most favored by the djinn lords. It is in the usual run of things a sanctuary for merchants wary from their travels or middling mages breathing in the scent of snow-lilies as they wander among the ice sculptures left over from ages past. If someone were to press you why you chose this of all places for your nameday, which none of your kith and kin would do, but you would still know in the stillness of your own mind, then you would say it is probably the utter absence of fire.

    You dress in crimson in human form and crimson are your scales, bright as flame the banners of your realm. As fire sorcery sings through your veins and when you listen to the voice of things that were, things that are and things that may yet be, it is always in the echo of crackling flames. It is a relief to find yourself here among the ice you know untouched by any hint of malice, only beauty shaped by some long forgotten hands into shapes fanciful and strange. Is that a serpent or a waterfall, a beast or an arcane rune?

    "I wonder how much it would cost to buy this place?" Garin asks idly, drawing a laugh from Selyse and a mock-disproving look from Lya.

    "You know, it really does not help with the whole 'greedy Braavosi' notion if you make compliments in the form of wanting to buy the establishment."

    "Still more polite than what you would hear in Westeros, dear," your mother offers an easy smile. "Most knights would muse about conquering the city and then the servers would be cross wit us."

    "As the one who has the honor of being the most senior knight here, Your Grace, I have to say I don't agree," Ser Richard interjects, for once not standing vigil but sat around the ivory table with the rest of you eating a slice of what you would like to call blueberry pie, but can't be certain with only the color to go on. "Most knights would have to be at least at their fifth drink of the night before they would consider conquering the alehouse or winesink, and at their tenth before they tried it."

    "Is a tavern brawl conquering?" Waymar chines in. "I always thought it had more to do with pillaging myself."

    "Then what do you call stealing the tavern?" Dany asks with a sly look towards you.

    "A wise business decision of course," you sniff. "In any case it's hardly stealing if the owner agrees. Now if I had somehow moved the whole town of Storm's End..."

    "You can carry a town on your back?" Little Rhaenys asks wide-eyed, having finally heard something to distract her from the view.

    "No, you would have to use some kind of translocation magic..."

    "Probably fey, they are good at tricking two places into thinking they are one," Lya picks up the thought.

    Tyene dramatically drops her head into her hands and then runs her finger through otherwise artfully arranged locks. "Oh gods, now we have given them ideas. They are going to do it, just you watch. Prelude to the Conquest, stealing the most interesting parts of it and stacking them up in Sorcerer's Deep."

    Waymar, always glad to play along with her games, inhales dramatically and almost chokes on his cloud-cake. "Oh gods, that's his hoard. He is going to stack everything on the island and then..."

    "You are not thinking big enough," you cut him off with a wide smile of your own.

    "Because the whole realm's the hoard," Rhaenys claps delightedly. "Isn't that right, uncle?"

    Even Malarys looks faintly impressed at how fast the girl caught on, her mother outright laughs. "You catch up faster than I do..."

    "That is ever the gift of the young, Your Highness," Maester Aemon's soft voice echoes across the table for the first time. He had not been entirely comfortable at the idea of being invited to your nameday until you had explained that it is very deliberately not a court event. "It is for the old to remember the past and the young to look to the future in all its strangeness and its wonder."

    Your mother looks at the aged maester, opening her mouth to speak then seemingly changing her mind twice, once to keep silent and again to finally say. "If I were to bring a elder dragon here they would all call us babes in the woods and barely able to distinguish us from Rhaenys. It is for all of us to look to the future. It will need all the hands we can find."

    "Ah... perhaps I have been spending too long a time as a dispenser of wisdom and have forgotten when to listen..."

    Rhaenys meanwhile had been watching this conversation with a confused frown on her face. She then visibly resolves herself to get to the bottom of things and pulls on Rina's sleeve sitting next to her on the opposite side to her mother, not seeming to notice or care for the chill that surrounds her wherever she goes. "Are dragons silly then?"

    Once Rina might have been flustered by that question under your gaze, now she just takes a moment before nodding to the girl. "Yes, sometimes dragons can be a bit silly."

    "Well I'm not," the girl proclaimed. "I'm the most serious-est-est."

    Somehow, and you will never know how you all managed the feat, no one laughs, though there are a lot of smiles to be seen.

    What next?

    [] Perform a minor action
    -[] Write in

    [] Receive a report (interlude)
    -[] Write in

    [] Move on to planning the attack on Sarnor

    [] Write in

    OOC: I thought about including gifts, but honestly given the combination of how many people are here and just how hard it is to give gifts to a mythic dragon sorcerer with the resources of a major nation I thought it would be best to just focus on the day as a bit of downtime for Viserys and company. Assume he did get gifts (and they might show up in future updates as I think of them).
     
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    A Most Serious Day ​

    Second Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    The Isle of Serenity is not the grandest sky garden in Armun Kelisk nor the most favored by the Djinn lords. It is in the usual run of things a sanctuary for merchants weary from their travels or middling mages breathing in the scent of snow-lilies as they wander among the ice sculptures left over from ages past. If someone were to press you why you chose this of all places for your name day, which none of your kith and kin would do, but you would still know in the stillness of your own mind, then you would say it is probably the utter absence of fire.

    You dress in crimson in human form and crimson are your scales, bright as flame the banners of your realm. As fire sorcery sings though your veins and when you listen to the voice of things that were, things that are, and things that may yet be, it is always in the echo of crackling flames. It is a relief to find yourself here among the ice you know untouched by any hint of malice, only beauty shaped by some long forgotten hands into shapes fanciful and strange. Is that a serpent or a waterfall, a beast or an arcane rune?

    "I wonder how much it would cost to buy this place?" Garin asks idly, drawing a laugh from Selyse and a mock-disproving look from Lya.

    "You know it really does not help with the whole 'greedy Braavosi' notion if you make compliments in the form of wanting to buy the establishment."

    "Still more polite than what you would hear in Westeros, dear," your mother offers with an easy smile. "Most knights would muse about conquering the city and then the servers would be cross with us."

    "As the the one who has the honor of being the most senior knight here, Your Grace, I have to say I don't agree," Ser Richard interjects, for once not standing vigil but instead sittinf at the ivory table with the rest of you, eating a slice of what you would like to call blueberry pie, but can't be certain with only the color to go on. "Most knights would have to be at least at their fifth drink of the night before they would consider conquering the alehouse or winesink, and at their tenth before they tried it."

    "Is a tavern brawl conquering?" Waymar chimes in. "I always thought it had more to do with pillaging myself."

    "Then what do you call stealing the tavern?" Dany asks with a sly look towards you.

    "A wise business decision, of course," you sniff. "In any case, it's hardly stealing if the owner agrees. Now if I had somehow moved the whole town of Storm's End..."

    "You can carry a town on your back?" Little Rhaenys asks, wide-eyed, having finally heard something to distract her from the view.

    "No, you would have to use some kind of translocation magic..."

    "Probably fey, they are good at tricking two places into thinking they are one," Lya picks up the thought.

    Tyene dramatically drops her head into her hands and then runs her finger though otherwise artfully arranged locks. "Oh gods, now we have given them ideas. They are going to do it, just you watch. Prelude to the Conquest, stealing the most interesting parts of it and staking them up in Sorcerer's Deep."

    Waymar, always glad to play along with her games, inhales dramatically and almost chokes on his cloud-cake. "Oh gods, that is his hoard. He is going to stack everything on the island and then..."

    "You are not thinking big enough," you cut him off with a wide smile of your own.

    "Because the whole realm's the hoard," Rhaenys claps delightedly. "Isn't that right, uncle?"

    Even Malarys looks faintly impressed at how fast the girl caught on, and her mother outright laughs. "You catch up faster than I do..."

    "That is ever the gift of the young, Your Highness," Maester Aemon's soft voice echoes across the table for the first time. He had not been entirely comfortable at the idea of being invited to your nameday until you had explained that it is very deliberately not a court event. "It is for the old to remember the past and the young to look to the future in all its strangeness and its wonder."

    Your mother looks at the aged maester, opening her mouth to speak then seemingly changing her mind twice, once to keep silent and again to finally say. "If I were to bring an elder dragon here, they would all call us babes in the woods and barely able to distinguish us from Rhaenys. It is for all of us to look to the future. It will need all the hands we can find."

    "Ah... perhaps I have been spending too long a time as a dispenser of wisdom and have forgotten when to listen..."

    Rhaenys had meanwhile been watching this conversation with a confused frown on her face. She then visibly resolves herself to get to the bottom of things and pulls on Rina's sleeve, who is sitting next to her on the opposite side to her mother. Not seeming to notice or care for the chill that surrounds her wherever, she asks, "Are dragons silly then?"

    Once Rina might have been flustered by that question under your gaze, now she just takes a moment before nodding to the girl. "Yes, sometimes dragons can be a bit silly."

    "Well, I'm not," the girl proclaimed. "I'm the most serious-est-est."

    Somehow, and you will never know how you all managed the feat, no one laughs, though there are a lot of smiles to be seen.

    What next?

    [] Perform a minor action
    -[] Write in

    [] Receive a report (interlude)
    -[] Write in

    [] Move on to planning the attack in Sarnor

    [] Write in

    OOC: I thought about including gifts, but honestly given the combination of how many people are here and just how hard it is to give gifts to a mythic dragon sorcerer with the resources of a major nation, I thought it would be best to just focus on the day as a bit of downtime for Viserys and company. Assume he did get gifts (and they might show up in future updates as I think of them). Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP

    This was great! Rhaenys is a cutie.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Same as for the herald of Yss, Does anyone reember what update that was in?
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    -[X] Empower a new Herald of Yss (CR 18 Minimum, at least one of them must have a swim speed)
    --[X] 2 Handmaiden Devils -- Total CR 16; 30 HD Total
    --[X] 2 Drowning Devils -- Total CR 10; 18 HD Total
    --[X] 1 Cornugon (Asmodeus) -- CR 16; 15 HD Total
    ---[X] Total CR: ~18; Total HD: 63 HD
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    So, uh, feels like we were being cheap.
    :V
     
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    A Most Serious Day ​

    Second Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    The Isle of Serenity is not the grandest sky garden in Armun Kelisk nor yet the most favored by the Djinn lords. It is in the usual tun of things a sanctuary for merchants wary from their travels or middling mages breathing in the scent of snow-lilies as they wander among the ice sculptures left over from ages past. If someone were to press you why you chose this of all places for your name day, which none of your kith and kin would do, but you would still know in the stillness of your own mind, then you would say it is probably the utter absence of fire.

    You dress in crimson in human form and crimson are your scales, bright as flame the banners of your realm. As fire sorcery sings though your veins and when you listen to the voice of things that were, things that are and things that may yet me it is always in the echo of crackling flames. It is a relief to find yourself here among the ice you know untouched by any hint of malice only beauty shaped by some long forgotten hands into shapes fanciful and strange. Is that a serpent or a waterfall, a beast or an arcane rune?

    "I wonder how much it would cost to buy this place?" Garin asks idly, drawing a laugh from Selyse and a mock-disproving look from Lya.

    "You know it really does not help with the whole 'greedy Braavosi' notion if you make compliments in the form of wanting to buy the establishment."

    "Still more polite than what you would hear in Westeros, dear," your mother offers and easy smile. "Most knights would muse about conquering the city and then the servers would be cross wit us."

    "As the the one who has the honor of being the most senior knight here Your Grace I have to say I don't agree," Ser Richard interjects, for once not standing vigil but sat around the ivory table with the rest of you eating a slice of what you would like to call blueberry pie, but can't be certain with only the color to go on. "Most knights would have to be at least at their fifth drink of the night before they would consider conquering the alehouse or winesink and at their tenth before they tried it."

    "Is a tavern brawl conquering?" Waymar chines in. "I always thought it had more to do with pillaging myself."

    "Then what do you call stealing the tavern?" Dany asks with a sly look towards you.

    "A wise business decision of course," you sniff. "In any case it's hardly stealing if the owner agrees. Now if I had somehow moved the whole town of Storm's End..."

    "You can carry a town on your back?" Little Rhaenys asks wide-eyed having finally heard something to distract her from the view.

    "No, you would have to use some kind of translocation magic..."

    "Probably fey, they are good at tricking two places into thinking they are one," Lya picks up the thought.

    Tyene dramatically drops her head into her hands and then runs her finger though otherwise artfully arranged locks. "Oh gods now we have given them ideas, they are going to do it, just you watch. Prelude to the Conquest stealing the most interesting parts of it and staking them up in Sorcerer's Deep."

    Waymar always glad to play along with her games inhales dramatically and almost chokes on his cloud-cake. "Oh gods that is his hoard. He is going to stack everything on the island and then..."

    "You are not thinking big enough," you cut him off with a wide smile of your own.

    "Because the whole realm's the hoard," Rhaenys claps delightedly. "Isn't that right uncle?"

    Even Malarys looks faintly impressed at how fast the girl caught on, her mother outright laughs. "You catch up faster than I do..."

    "That is ever the gift of the young Your Highness," Maester Aemon's soft voice echoes across the table for the first time. He had not been entirely comfortable at the idea of being invited to your nameday until you had explained that it is very deliberately not a court event. "It is for the old to reember the past and the young to look to the future in all its strangeness and its wonder."

    Your mother looks at the aged maester opening her mouth to speak then seemingly changing her mind twice, once to keep silent and again to finally say. "If I were to bring a elder dragon here they ould all call us babes in the woods and barely able to distinguish us from Rhaenys. It is for all of us to look to the future. It will need all the hands we can find."

    "Ah... perhaps I have been spending too long a time as a dispenser to wisdom and have forgotten who to listen..."

    Rhaenys meanwhile had been watching this conversation with a confused frown on her face. She then visibly resolves herself to get to the bottom of things and pulls on Rina's sleeve sitting next to her on the opposite side to her mother, not seeming to notice or care for the chill that surrounds her wherever she goes. "Are dragons silly then?"

    Once Rina might have been flustered by that question under your gaze, not she just takes a moment before nodding to the girl. "Yes sometimes dragons can be a bit silly."

    "Well I'm not," the girl proclaimed. "I'm the most serious-est-est."

    Somehow and you will never know how you all managed the feat, no one laughs, though there are a lot of smiles to be seen.

    What next?

    [] Perform a minor action
    -[] Write in

    [] Receive a report (interlude)
    -[] Write in

    [] Move on to planning the attack in Sarnor

    [] Write in

    OOC: I thought about including gifts, but honestly given the combination of how many people are here and just how hard it is to give gifts to a mythic dragon sorcerer with the resources of a major nation I thought it would be best to just focus on the day as a bit of downtime for Viserys and company. Assume he did get gifts (and they might show up in future updates as I think of them). Not yet edited.
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    A fish for his Palace's solar aquarium floor or one of the wall tanks.

    :V

    Maybe some kind of sundial for one of the Palace gardens, with some sentimental inscriptions?

    I can do this all day, DP.

    A book about the birth of Braavosi finance.

    Maybe a compendium of rare gemstones (and their flavors)? I guarantee you this exists... one dragon or some kind of Earth creature had to have written it.
     
    [X] Perform a minor action
    -[X] Empower the Herald for the Ferryman (Advanced Giant Divine Cleric Creature Dire Sea Cat[+15 Racial Hit Dice] (CR 20)
    -[X] Sacrifice 1 Hishandura (18 HD, 15 CR), 1 Meladaemon (14 HD, 11 CR), 9 Sire Devils (8 HD, 7 CR), 1 Judgment Devil (12 HD, CR 13), 3 Desert Devils (8 HD, CR 6)
    -[X] Total CR: ~18, total HD: 124
    -[X] Price for the base creature Sea Cat (CR 15): 28,800 IM
    -[X] If the same deal as with the Herald of Yss (fully under our command as far as assignments are concerned) can't be secured, attempt to at least secure assurance of support in case any of our cities are attacked.

    @Goldfish, did I get that all correct?
     
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    • [X] Perform a minor action
      -[X] Empower the Herald for the Ferryman (Advanced Giant Divine Cleric Creature Dire Sea Cat[+15 Racial Hit Dice] (CR 20)
      -[X] Sacrifice 1 Hishandura (18 HD, 15 CR), 1 Meladaemon (14 HD, 11 CR), 9 Sire Devils (8 HD, 7 CR), 1 Judgment Devil (12 HD, CR 13), 3 Desert Devils (8 HD, CR 6)
      -[X] Total CR: ~18, total HD: 124
      -[X] Price for the base creature Sea Cat (CR 15): 28,800 IM
      -[X] If the same deal as with the Herald of Yss (fully under our command as far as assignments are concerned) can't be secured, attempt to at least secure assurance of support in case any of our cities are attacked.
      [X] Move on to planning the attack in Sarnor
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