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

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Don't forget to vote, y'all. Sorry about taking so long getting a plan put together.
 
One Autumn Leaf said:
In all honesty, if we are facing undead almost constantly we need the ghost vacuum. Like this is a loss of sacrifices I cannot take anymore. What would it take? @DragonParadox
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We can grab them with Entrap Spirit, but it has a shelf life of 1 hour/CL so we won't be able to stockpile them like we do corporeal stuff. Not sure how we'd sacrifice them to the OG either, since ghosts don't have blood.
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Goldfish said:
Forcecage works just as well and doesn't require Viserys' attention.
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I was bringing it up more for future sacrifice purposes, there are enough ghosts here to make using it in this battle impractical. When we need to grab incorporeal enemies this would be perfect though, and it doesn't need a research project like making a proton pack would.

If we still have ghosts in the force cage after this fight ES would also be a convenient way to move them to a tree as well.
 
[X] Goldfish

I'm kinda afraid that this thing will either go off like a small magical nuke or unleash some avatar, either way will be crazy.
 
TBH, if there is any God we should try to sacrifice an altar to, that's Zathir.

Reasoning:
[] OGs get more from 'lively' sacrifices than from items.
[] Yss we gotta pay for moving his Avatar around, either beforehand, or promising a part of the altar's power as payment for as little as moving to it.
[] Zathir only accepts items (and unlike Lady of Lys and Moon Goddess, the other "only items"-people, already took part in this fight, spending DIvine Juice to halp).
[] Father Storm/Mother Earth are too weak to give this sort of sacrifice yet.
[] R'hlor and the Ferryman... no reason not to, actually. They do take "living" sacrifices though, so more general target audience than Zathir in this case.
 
egoo said:
TBH, if there is any God we should try to sacrifice an altar to, that's Zathir.

Reasoning:
[] OGs get more from 'lively' sacrifices than from items.
[] Yss we gotta pay for moving his Avatar around, either beforehand, or promising a part of the altar's power as payment for as little as moving to it.
[] Zathir only accepts items (and unlike Lady of Lys and Moon Goddess, the other "only items"-people, already took part in this fight, spending DIvine Juice to halp).
[] Father Storm/Mother Earth are too weak to give this sort of sacrifice yet.
[] R'hlor and the Ferryman... no reason not to, actually. They do take "living" sacrifices though, so more general target audience than Zathir in this case.
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I think even the one time Zathir accepted power from the sacrifice of items, Yss acted as a go between, and that was a one off situation. If it can happen again, however, that would be great.
 
I'm all for doing this ourselves.

But we should really involve the old gods and Yss at some point. Not for military or practical reasons mind you.

They should just get to have some fun and profit too!
 
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Jul 31, 2020 at 6:47 AM, finished with 58 posts and 14 votes.
  • [X] Focus on the altar, it is of a piece with the Power that drives your foes
    -[X] Call the Companions to our position if they are not currently engaged in combat and implore Zathir and Nirah to come to our aid if they are able. Once gathered, everyone will determine how to best pool their powers to safely destroy the altar.
    --[X] If any Time Ghosts approach within 130 feet of her position, Teana will attempt to catch one or more by duplicating an Enlarged Forcecage, rendered 100% real by using two charges from her Ring of Mystic Shadows.
    -[X] The Moonchasers, Wyverns, Heralds, Forge Servitors, and mages with Long-range attack options remaining (bombs, Fireballs, Sunburst, etc) will concentrate their fire on the remaining Greater Undead, especially the Chained Spirits linked to the altar.
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Part MMMDCX: Battle of the Dead Fields: Part Eleven
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    • Battle of the Dead Fields: Part Eleven​

    Nineteenth Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    Though Nirah is busy fighting for his life against the monstrous 'lord' of Kasath and all across the field others are engaged in their own desperate battles against the dead, lesser and greater, clearing a path or turning a flank, Zathir, who had not yet involved himself in battle, is quick to answer your call. Swift as an arrow he flies, a rainbow arc against the storm, a living ward around and around turning as heralds and shadow dragons gather for a guard. At your right is Ser Richard, at your left Lya, and perched upon your head, the better to observe the battle without risking being wrestled from the sky, is Dany. You are as ready as you will ever be.

    The nearer you come the more you can feel the malice in the altar, the desperate power, wanting... needing to lash out. Though between yourself, Lya, and Vee you are able to keep the lesser mages gathered near it from protecting the anchor of their god, you are not so fortunate when it comes to the chained ones at the last. Half dozen bolts of ruin fly from their ethereal fingertips and only three are stopped, one by Lya, one by you and another by Zathir literally interposing himself in front of a myrkdreki and letting the magic fail against his scales.

    The other three attacks strike home a trio of heralds, but spells bind no purchase against bespelled steel.

    The time-lost seem to be drifting this way but not purposefully. Was their existence accidental, you wonder as you turn your breath to clearing out the altar's lesser attendants first. You would not be that surprised to find that Moonsong's antics somehow managed to upend the plans of even a dead god somehow. How is this thing so powerful if it is dead...

    "The chained ones are his priests, the last of them dead in chains in Vaes Dothrak. Do not strike them directly, it will wake the foe,"     you hear the voice of the serpent god in your mind. "They must be unbound."

    Lya is obviously not distracted by questions for once, she traps one of the chained beings in an otherworldly maze forged of lines of fire and ideal shapes. A clever trick to make it gone but not dead. Zathir meanwhile unwinds himself until he is face to face with another of the chained beings and begins communing with it, silently ignoring the lashes of its chains though they leave welts upon his many colored scales.

    When Teana attempts to bind a third in a cage of shadows and break its connection to the altar however the spell fails entirely and four more launch their deadly attack.

    Dany counters one, her scales shinning like a silver star in defiance of night, Ser Richard sends another back from whence it came, destroying the spirit, but the other two strike home, wounding the same myrkdreki Zathir had saved before, though thankfully she is able to resist the magic as well as the heralds had.

    Seeing Ser Richard's feat you have an idea, one the knight himself would doubtless find fault with when all is said and done. Silently you weave around yourself a ward-mantle to make enemy spells shatter and rebound, then thus do your proclaim across the field in the tongue of Sarnor: "Dost thou hear me, oh feeble and corrupted husk of what was once noble and grand, you twisted thing crawling from the grave of gods? Show me the power of thine servants or flee into the fetid darkness that spawned you!"

    Zathir's words find their mark and one spirit is freed, Lya loses one more down arcane paths, though Dany is not so fortunate. A spell against bindings mundane and arcane barely seems to rattle the chains.

    A rain of arrows strikes your scales, some deflecting, but a few piercing deep, heavy with old curses. You have to end this soon.

    Two needles of bale-fire strike you, one turned back by your ring, another by the mantle you had conjured. Two more of the damned priests perish by their own magic.

    The altar is without guardian now. What do you do?

    [] Try to destroy it, being ready to teleport out at once

    [] Attempt to pick it up and fly off

    [] Take the hammer upon it

    [] Write in

    OOC: For anyone wondering Zathir did not make a roll to figure out about the priests, he could just see the truth of it because he is a god with sight beyond mortal ken.
     
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    Battle of the Dead Fields: Part Eleven​

    Nineteenth Day of the Second Month 294 AC

    Although Nirah is busy fighting for his life against the monstrous 'lord' of Kasath, and all across the field others are engaged in desperate battle against the dead lesser and greater, clearing a path or turning a flank, Zathir who had not yet involved himself in battle is quick to answer your call. Swift as an arrow he flies, a rainbow arc against the storm, a living ward around and around, turning as Heralds and shadow dragons gather for a guard. At your right is Ser Richard, at your left Lya, and perched upon your head, the better to observe the battle without risking being wrestled from the sky, is Dany. You are as ready as you will ever be.

    The nearer you come the more you can feel the malice in the altar, the desperate power, wanting... needing to lash out. Though between yourself, Lya and Vee, you are able to keep the lesser mages gathered near it from protecting the anchor of their god, you are not so fortunate when it comes to the Chained ones at the last. Half a dozen bolts of ruin fly from their ethereal fingertips and only three are stopped, one by Lya, one by you, and another by Zathir literally interposing himself in front of a Myrkdreki and letting the magic fail against his scales.

    The other three attacks strike home and three Heralds are unmade in an instant, their remains falling like soft ash over the armies of the dead.

    Three Heralds Destroyed

    The time-lost seem to be drifting this way but not purposefully. Was their existence accidental, you wonder, as you turn your breath to first clearing out the altar's lesser attendants. You would not be that surprised to find that Moonsong's antics somehow managed to upend the plans of even a dead god. How is this thing so powerful if it is dead...

    "The chained ones are his priests, the last of them dead in chains in Vaes Dothrak. Do not strike them directly, it will wake the foe,"     you hear the voice of the serpent god in your mind. "They must be unbound."

    Lya is obviously not distracted by questions for once, she traps one of the chained beings in an otherworldly maze forged of lines of fire and ideal shapes. A clever trick to make it gone but not dead. Zathir meanwhile unwinds himself until he is face to face with another of the Chained beings and begins communing with it silently, ignoring the lashes of its chains, though they leave welts upon his many-colored scales.

    When Teana attempts to bind a third in a cage of shadows and break its connection to the altar however the spell fails entirely and four more launch their deadly attack.

    Dany counters one, her scales shinning like a silver star in defiance of night, Ser Richard sends another back whence it came destroying the spirit, but the other two strike home wounding the same Myrkdreki Zathir had saved before, though thankfully she is able to resist the magic better than the Heralds had managed.

    Seeing Ser Richard's feat, you have an idea, one the knight himself would doubtless find fault with when all is said and done. Silently you weave around yourself a ward-mantle to make enemy spells shatter and rebound, then thus do you proclaim across the field in the tongue of Sarnor, "Dost thou hear me, oh feeble and corrupted husk of what was once noble and grand, twisted thing crawling from the grave of gods. Show me the power of thine servants or flee into the fetid darkness that spawned you!"

    Zathir's words find their mark and one spirit is freed, Lya loses one more down arcane paths, though Dany is not so fortunate. A spell against bindings mundane and arcane barely seems to rattle the chains.

    A rain of arrows strikes your scales, some deflecting, but a few piercing deep, heavy with old curses. You have to end this soon.

    Two needles of bale-fire strike you, one turned back by your ring, another by the mantle you had conjured. Two more of the damned priests perish, this time by their own magic.

    The altar is without guardians now. What do you do?

    [] Try to destroy it, being ready to teleport out at once

    [] Attempt to pick it up and fly off

    [] Take the hammer upon it

    [] Write in

    OOC: For anyone wondering Zathir did not make a roll to figure out about the priests, he could just see the truth of it because he is a god with sight beyond mortal ken. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

    Whew, great chapter. Zathir continues to be Best Coatl, and I especially liked Viserys' "come at me, bro!". :cool2:

    /hug Zathir
     
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