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

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DragonParadox said:
I hate to say this guys, but battle updates take a lot out of me, just in terms of setting up systems on the fly and all the rolling required. I can't do another one this late, not properly.

I'll try to do better tomorrow.
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No worries, DP. Somehow we'll survive on just two great updates today. :p

Thanks for all you do, dude!
 
The legion has access to reasonable 3rd level or less spells as scrolls right? Normally spells that the enemy can save against aren't useful as scrolls, but Hide from Undead doesn't allow them to unintelligent ones. Greater Hide from Undead keeps it's effects up even if you directly attack them, with the only consequence being that the intelligent ones get another save.

Sure the sapient leaders will all make the save, but they'll need to micromanage their minions to get them to dodge or fire back.
Edit: The biggest advantage here is that the Bandersnatch would be effected by this spell for the same reason standing in an anti magic field doesn't let you see through invisibility. That means its handle is going to need to micromanage it while fighting warded creatures, and no matter how good they are the delay in that will make reacting in combat very difficult.
 
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Canon Omake: Lamplighter's Discipline
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    • Lamplighter's Discipline​

    Nineteenth Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    "Wheel and turn! Don't follow through, it's a feint!" The shouted orders were repeated up and down the company, rank upon rank of black-armored cavalrymen keeping tight control over their mounts, who were already agitated enough by the scent of unnatural rot drifting over the field of battle. This was only the first clash and the storm of power as much as rain on both sides barely helped for settling nerves. If one turned their head to one side, they could spy the silver form of the skyship and its bristling cannons booming thunder of their very own, and the sky almost seemed to strain and groan against the weight of unseen wrath and violence made manifest, but the Mage's artifice would not relent, no more than the Legion could.

    "There they go! Light them up!" A thrill of fear and excitement sent Lomas' spine on fire, head darting in the other direction as they guided their cavalry through distinctly less organized return fire from the enemy horse archers. A cheer went up then, as six steel dragons seemed to almost contemptuously scour the enemy's side of the field what little organization they still possessed, concentrating half a dozen balls of fire wherever they seemed most disciplined, banner and regalia nothing more than ashes on the wind.

    That was not their only contribution by far, they also served as a distraction for the Sisters of Battle flitting through the night sky, and where they went chaos seemed to ironically follow, each snap of their bows making enemy cohesion suffer. Lomas was not a mage, he did not know the specifics of the equipment the Colonel had requisitioned, but as a Lieutenant and officer in his own right it was expected of him to know their general capabilities. If it could turn the mounts of his foes against themselves, there was an advantaged to be gained from it for certain.

    A howling wind cut across the battlefield, almost seeming to shake the confidence out of their very bones, and even as they took heart from the Bright Banners almost seeming to burst briefly into flame before settling back into the same steady glow they held before, curses impotently spent against the work of their mages, Lomas saw one of the Sisters fall from the sky, painfully crashing into outer edge of enemy ranks, too deep... she's in too deep, he thought, horrified, she's not flying away. Instead of pulling back, after having exchanged more missiles with the enemy, he cursed as he saw several dozen of his own men break off after her, charging in the enemy's direction, and he just barely managed to cover for them: "Charge! Charge the whoresons! We are the Light!"

    "WE ARE THE LIGHT!"

    The battle cry was echoed, not by just the men around him, as he thought more than a handful of his own half-company would hesitate to engage the enemy in close ranks, but the entire company echoed his words, unbidden. He spotted Captain Norro out of the corner of his eye, flashing his saber through the air and sounding a general charge. Before he knew it, they had smashed into the enemy, catching them almost off-guard, the thunder of hooves and the splintering of lances seemed to have grown several times over after the inital bedlam, it seemed as though the foolhardy madness had led to a somewhat organized clash of arms with the enemy, and the dead were not getting the better part of it, either.

    Lomas discarded his lance after breaking it through the skull of a charioteer, their infernal gaze a featureless void which seconds prior had been lit by the gimlet glare of witch-lights, not even getting the chance to spit a curse. He bent down and clasped the forearm of the bloodied woman, battle madness in their eyes only barely eclipsed by what could only be exasperation for ones' underlings, an expression known by officers the world over, as long as armies have marched.

    "Who gave the order to charge?!" She barked over the clash of arms as he guided them out of the melee, already surrounded by ranks of lancers and outriders who had spotted the pair surrounded by enemies. Most had broken off to clash with pursuers, but the rest almost seemed to unanimously come together to guard their target, men from across five different Companies, some of whom were fighting their very first true battle together.

    "Does it really matter?" Lomas replied, perhaps a little too cavalier, as he had to wince at the elbow driven into his back. "You might as well get used to it!"

    "What?" She replied, breathless and stunned by the remark.

    "Having people willing to lay their life on the line for you," he said, nearly dying to the blades of specters filling him with the same fatalistic confidence he was sure that first dozen mad fools who thought to launch a rescue mission on their own would. "It's not going to stop any time soon."

    She didn't reply immediately, but she apparently got the point. "Idiots," she sighed, "who are you trying to impress?" She muttered the last.
     
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    Lamplighter's Discipline​

    Nineteenth Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    "Wheel and turn! Don't follow through, it's a feint!" The shouted orders were repeated up and down the company, rank upon rank of black-armored cavalrymen keeping tight control over their mounts, who were already agitated enough by the scent of unnatural rot drifting over the field of battle. This was only the first clash and the storm of power as much as rain on both sides barely helped for settling nerves. If one turned their head to one side, they could spy the silver form of the skyship and its bristling cannons booming thunder of their very own, and the sky almost seemed to strain and groan against the weight of unseen wrath and violence made manifest, but the Mage's artifice would not relent, no more than the Legion could.

    "There they go! Light them up!" A thrill of fear and excitement sent Lomas' spine on fire, head darting in the other direction as they guided their cavalry through distinctly less organized return fire from the enemy horse archers. A cheer went up then, as six steel dragons seemed to almost contemptuously scour the enemy's side of the field what little organization they still possessed, concentrating half a dozen balls of fire wherever they seemed most disciplined, banner and regalia nothing more than ashes on the wind.

    That was not their only contribution by far, they also served as a distraction for the Sisters of Battle flitting through the night sky, and where they went chaos seemed to ironically follow, each snap of their bows making enemy cohesion suffer. Lomas was not a mage, he did not know the specifics of the equipment the Colonel had requisitioned, but as a Lieutenant and officer in his own right it was expected of him to know their general capabilities. If it could turn the mounts of his foes against themselves, there was an advantaged to be gained from it for certain.

    A howling wind cut across the battlefield, almost seeming to shake the confidence out of their very bones, and even as they took heart from the Bright Banners almost seeming to burst briefly into flame before settling back into the same steady glow they held before, curses impotently spent against the work of their mages, Lomas saw one of the Sisters fall from the sky, painfully crashing into outer edge of enemy ranks, too deep... she's in too deep, he thought, horrified, she's not flying away. Instead of pulling back, after having exchanged more missiles with the enemy, he cursed as he saw several dozen of his own men break off after her, charging in the enemy's direction, and he just barely managed to cover for them: "Charge! Charge the whoresons! We are the Light!"

    "WE ARE THE LIGHT!"

    The battle cry was echoed, not by just the men around him, as he thought more than a handful of his own half-company would hesitate to engage the enemy in close ranks, but the entire company echoed his words, unbidden. He spotted Captain Norro out of the corner of his eye, flashing his saber through the air and sounding a general charge. Before he knew it, they had smashed into the enemy, catching them almost off-guard, the thunder of hooves and the splintering of lances seemed to have grown several times over after the inital bedlam, it seemed as though the foolhardy madness had led to a somewhat organized clash of arms with the enemy, and the dead were not getting the better part of it, either.

    Lomas discarded his lance after breaking it through the skull of a charioteer, their infernal gaze a featureless void which seconds prior had been lit by the gimlet glare of witch-lights, not even getting the chance to spit a curse. He bent down and clasped the forearm of the bloodied woman, battle madness in their eyes only barely eclipsed by what could only be exasperation for ones' underlings, an expression known by officers the world over, as long as armies have marched.

    "Who gave the order to charge?!" She barked over the clash of arms as he guided them out of the melee, already surrounded by ranks of lancers and outriders who had spotted the pair surrounded by enemies. Most had broken off to clash with pursuers, but the rest almost seemed to unanimously come together to guard their target, men from across five different Companies, some of whom were fighting their very first true battle together.

    "Does it really matter?" Lomas replied, perhaps a little too cavalier, as he had to wince at the elbow driven into his back. "You might as well get used to it!"

    "What?" She replied, breathless and stunned by the remark.

    "Having people willing to lay their life on the line for you," he said, nearly dying to the blades of specters filling him with the same fatalistic confidence he was sure that first dozen mad fools who thought to launch a rescue mission on their own would. "It's not going to stop any time soon."

    She didn't reply immediately, but she apparently got the point. "Idiots," she sighed, "who are you trying to impress?" She muttered the last.
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    Legionairre #347: "Black wings down, black wings down!"

    The Legion: "Oh hell no, skele-bitches! We are the Light!"

    Perfect accompanying piece to Benerro's chapter, dude.
     
    So hey y'all, some of you are probably having some difficulty fully encapsulating how devastating a standard breathweapon can be in battlefield conditions, or how fucking enormous an effect Sunburst really has when lobbed into the middle of an army of undead.


    So basically, a lot. Supposing that @Goldfish is right and that in some parts, the dead can end up being packed fairly tightly together, a single sunburst would be enough to gut entire companies, if not erase them. They would be a spent force either way.

    AoE cones and radial spells are bullshit.
     
    Crake said:
    So hey y'all, some of you are probably having some difficulty fully encapsulating how devastating a standard breathweapon can be in battlefield conditions, or how fucking enormous an effect Sunburst really has when lobbed into the middle of an army of undead.


    So basically, a lot. Supposing that @Goldfish is right and that in some parts, the dead can end up being packed fairly tightly together, a single sunburst would be enough to gut entire companies, if not erase them. They would be a spent force either way.

    AoE cones and radial spells are bullshit.
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    Yep. Sunburst is basically tailor-made for slaughtering armies of the Undead. Our 55 Forge servitors participating in the battle can each use Sunburst at 9th level 1/Day to inflict 9d6 damage to Undead in an 80ft radius.

    And Dragon breath weapons are pretty damned good at it, too.

    Our Fiery Dragonbeasts have a 70ft cone for their breath weapons and know the Strafing Breath feat. That means when they use their breath weapon, on top of Maximizing it to 180 points of damage, they can incinerate a 70 foot wide by 80 foot long piece of real estate. That's not quite the same area as a Sunburst, but it's not too far off. The only real downside is that they can only use their breath weapon 3/Day.

    Balerion's breath weapon only has a cone that is 60ft wide, but he's also much, much faster than the Fiery Dragonbeasts and his it hotter (22d10 vs 30d6), so when he uses his it can affect a 60 foot wide by 140 foot long area and inflict up to 220 points of damage. He also doesn't have a daily limit on his use of the breath weapon.

    All 30 of our Heralds that are present can use a 20ft radius 10th level Fireball (10d6) spell 3/Day.

    We can't forget our magitek contributions to the war effort, either. An Explosive Beetle Bomb has a 40ft radius (20d6 damage) and the Incendiary versions have a 60ft radius (8d6 damage, plus burning damage for up to several more rounds).

    So when the enemy throws hundreds of thousands of Undead at us, it's hardly an insurmountable threat. We fully have the ability to reduce their numbers to something more manageable for the Legions.
     
    So I have learned two things today. 1. I have no sense of actual scale as to what a Hundred Feet is (blame my Canadian Metric system-centric education) and 2. Artillery and Aerial Superiority is king.
     
    Yeah, have twenty chad Undead champions who can literally slay dozens of men each per round?

    That's cute. We'll be over here sending dozens of 40-60 ft radius suicide drones and forty HE and incendiary cannon shells down range at you. Per round. We'll also be sending you the bill for that ammunition when this is all over, don't worry.
     
    Crake said:
    Yeah, have twenty chad Undead champions who can literally slay dozens of men each per round?

    That's cute. We'll be over here sending dozens of 40-60 ft radius suicide drones and forty HE and incendiary cannon shells down range at you. Per round. We'll also be sending you the bill for that ammunition when this is all over, don't worry.
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    What was that saying again? Peace through overwhelming firepower?
     
    "Some folks are born made to wave the flag
    Ooh, they're red, black and gold
    And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief"
    Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

    It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Sarnori son, son
    It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no Sarnori one, no    ."
     
    I wish we could let loose from time to time.
    You know, take a day off with Balerion, throw a couple Shadow of the Doom here and there, fly on him through the following storm, go hunting together and scratch him between his horns, you know normal, high level stuff.
    I mean, what's the point of having all this power if we don't use them to have fun from time to time! We have a Dragon dead gods and we barely say hi to him!
     
    Zedred said:
    I wish we could let loose from time to time.
    You know, take a day off with Balerion, throw a couple Shadow of the Doom here and there, fly on him through the following storm, go hunting together and scratch him between his horns, you know normal, high level stuff.
    I mean, what's the point of having all this power if we don't use them to have fun from time to time! We have a Dragon dead gods and we barely say hi to him!
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    We manage to squeeze in one every so often. Another one after the war in Sarnor would be nice.
     
    Zedred said:
    I wish we could let loose from time to time.
    You know, take a day off with Balerion, throw a couple Shadow of the Doom here and there, fly on him through the following storm, go hunting together and scratch him between his horns, you know normal, high level stuff.
    I mean, what's the point of having all this power if we don't use them to have fun from time to time! We have a Dragon dead gods and we barely say hi to him!
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    Because if we don't do our regular paper-pushing bureaucracy, talk to some people over the issue of annexation, put a sanction on our trade goods, and research over geneva-convention breaking weaponries for even one day?!

    Our Empire's either gonna collapse or someone would have enough time to start some unnecessary shit.

    We're on a multi-front Cold War. We simply don't have the time. As much as I want to do what you suggested.
     
    Jack vile Ripper said:
    Because if we don't do our regular paper-pushing bureaucracy, talk to some people over the issue of annexation, put a sanction on our trade goods, and research over geneva-convention breaking weaponries for even one day?!

    Our Empire's either gonna collapse or someone would have enough time to start some unnecessary shit.

    We're on a multi-front Cold War. We simply don't have the time. As much as I want to do what you suggested.
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    Well, sorry if it was a bad time but don't take my comment too seriously. I'm from the past you know? I was just taking a break from the attack on the Golden Company when i thought of my comment.
    Speaking of which, I can't wait to see (metaphorically of course) the look on her face when we use the Well and the Worm on her.
     
    Zedred said:
    Well, sorry if it was a bad time but don't take my comment too seriously. I'm from the past you know? I was just taking a break from the attack on the Golden Company when i thought of my comment.
    Speaking of which, I can't wait to see (metaphorically of course) the look on her face when we use the Well and the Worm on her.
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    You're in for a treat my friend. The Chaos that is ensuing will put a smile on any battle-junkie.

    Also if it's any consolation, we would be doing Diplomacy with the most unlikely of 'people'. So ironic I can't help but to laugh.
     
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