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

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I literally just referenced it because you quoted a section of the assigned forces with a random-ass assortment of critters yesterday.
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It is literally everything we have, it's not like I'd include everything there is on the list.
...only most of it.
:V
 
Combined with "getting you to do his dirty work for him".

Goddamn, we are just checking all these boxes, aren't we? I'm really worried we're on a watchlist somewhere...
 
@egoo, heads up, the Larder is completely up to date in terms of sacrifices. That being said, I still don't have specifics on what precisely we've managed to summon. I only had numbers on the various things we individually captured over the last month. It's a lot, it's just not the complete data set. I will need @DragonParadox's numbers before I fully finish, unless you hashed this out with him over PM or something?
 
Duesal said:
@egoo, heads up, the Larder is completely up to date in terms of sacrifices. That being said, I still don't have specifics on what precisely we've managed to summon. I only had numbers on the various things we individually captured over the last month. It's a lot, it's just not the complete data set. I will need @DragonParadox's numbers before I fully finish, unless you hashed this out with him over PM or something?
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He hasn't given us the exact numbers, ones accounting for all the mishaps we've undoubtedly had summoning throughout the month, no.

What we have is the general idea by goldfish:
Background summoning in the main Snare:
egoo said:
Using the Summoner's Circle of Lesser Planar Binding, a team of mages will work to continually Summon Brimorak Demons, one every 10 minutes, throughout the 3rd month. Each Summoning attempt will have a 70% chance of successfully overcoming the Will save of a random Brimorak, meaning that an average of 100 Brimoraks will be Summoned of the potential 144 on a daily basis. Over a 30 day period, this should result in the Summoning of 3,000 Brimorak Demons (18,000 combined HD).
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Supercharged summoning in one-off Demiplanes (done in 10 originally voted-on, planned in 2 more):
egoo said:
-[X] As detailed here, once Summoning begins, Lya and Viserys should be able to Summon 394 Brimoraks per day per Demiplane, totaling 2,364 HD.
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So, uh, I cant help but notice how oozes now make over 3/4ths of the Larder... :V

Are we keeping them for some project or feeding to R'hlor to ensure the bitch-slap'pening happening to Ymeri?

I am not averse to the latter, mind.
For all I hype the sheer number of high-CR oozes we just looted for no effort nor bling invested, I don't think they are a strategic asset of any sort.

We can just set aside about 10 of them to run experiments and feed various things to them in order to grow more of these oozes.
Their procreation method is kinda OP if taken as written :V

And we definitely don't wanna be cheap on Burny right now.
Our ritual is scheduled for after he deals with Ymeri after all, iirc..?

And ofc thanks on completing the Larder, @diesel.
 
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Interlude CMXXXIX: Stone Wings and False Rain
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    • Stone Wings and False Rain ​

    Thirtieth Day of the Third Month 294 AC

    To say Garin Drekelis was tired by the time he had reached the 'horn of false gold' that the divinations indicated should mark the way to the last path into Casterly Rock would be perhaps overstating things. His muscles did not ache as those of one wholly mortal might, he needed no sustenance and in the lonely caves that stretched out endlessly through the realm of stone he could not feel the faint ache of unnatural thirst in the back of his throat. The Hunters were not human enough for that, they smelled hollow to the senses, strung taunt awaiting an attack.

    Strange beings walked these halls, things of primordial stone that spoke no mortal tongue and sought to crush the life from anything that did not belong to their particular outcropping, the flickering sprits of long dead explorers now dead lights to lead others to the same fate that had befallen them. He had even been attacked by a tribe of pech for 'trespass', though he had thankfully been able to talk his way out without having to kill them.

    It was probably a bit absurd to compare this bunch of bloodthirsty fey to the useful little fellows who laid down roads and houses across the Imperium, but no one said the human mind was reasonable and so he spared them any retribution for the price of pointing him to a route around their territory. Though he had never realized if the rippling endless cascade of molten stone in his way was supposed to be a trap woven with fey spite or if they had simply forgotten to mention it. Either way Garin was not minded to go back and take it up with them.

    He was far too close now. One final tangle of corridors and he had a riddle to lead him through them.

    Past the horn into the maze, four times turn and find yourself where you started standing taller.

    That meant a spiral going up...

    Straight as iron, true as stone, through the halls of the Lost Scholar.

    That was apparently following a lodestone set along the wall according to an old xorn foraging trick that Waymar happened to recall, but no one had been able to tell who the Lost Scholar was until Garin actually reached the final hall, the entrance flanked by the most uncommon decorations for this lightless place... birds. He could see the shape of a wing distinctly, but the body seemed to have faded away. Was that writing worn down almost to nothing by the slow passage of ages and the drip of water?

    Water... Garin's eyes snapped up. He had not seen water down here for almost a week. This was not its domain, yet here it was dripping merrily onto the ground. He flew up to the crevice in the ceiling of the cave, too tight for him to fit through. Garin reached out a hand and cautiously tasted the water. It did not taste bitter or salty, like the little water on this sphere was wont to do even when it was fit to drink. Time to question Marwyn again.

    Garin's intuition proved true. There was gate up there, but they would need to open it up somehow if they were to get an invasion through to the Rock, preferably in a way that would not change the water flow too much or the Lannister guards on the other side might notice the change.

    How do you reach and expand the gate?

    [] Write in

    OOC: This chapter feels a bit short, but I feel like this is a good break point regardless. You guys are likely to have much better ideas of how to handle an engineering challenge than me.
     
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    So, uh, I cant help but notice how oozes now make over 3/4ths of the Larder... :V

    Are we keeping them for some project or feeding to R'hlor to ensure the bitch-slap'pening happening to Ymeri?

    I am not averse to the latter, mind.
    For all I hype the sheer number of high-CR oozes we just looted for no effort nor bling invested, I don't think they are a strategic asset of any sort.

    We can just set aside about 10 of them to run experiments and feed various things to them in order to grow more of these oozes.
    Their procreation method is kinda OP if taken as written :V

    And we definitely don't wanna be cheap on Burny right now.
    Our ritual is scheduled for after he deals with Ymeri after all, iirc..?

    And ofc thanks on completing the Larder, @diesel.
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    I suspect the thread will find a much more broken use for the oozes than sacrificing them. :p

    But yeah, the main part of the Larder has something to the tune of 4K HD in sacrifices, though these are ones with conflicting uses. Some can be bookified, some can be dissected for research, etc.

    Then there's the Operation Starfall part of the larder. Currently mostly empty, until DP gives us the exact numbers. Soon to be filled with tens of thousands of HD in demons.
     
    The easiest path was guarded, the second path blew up, the third path takes some work to use.

    Sounds like we hit jackpot guys.
     
    Is there any spell that repels water? Or a force effect that is selectively permeable to our soldiers?

    We could use that to keep the water in place.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Stone Wings and False Rain ​

    Thirtieth Day of the Third Month 294 AC

    To say Garin Drekelis was tired by the time he had reached the 'horn of false gold' that the divinations indicated should mark the way to the last path into Casterly Rock would be perhaps overstating things. His muscles did not ache as those of one wholly mortal might, he needed no sustenance, and in the lonely caves that stretched out endlessly through the realm of stone he could not feel the faint ache of unnatural thirst in the back of his throat. The Hunters were not human enough for that. They smelled hollow to senses strung taut, awaiting an attack.

    Strange beings walked these halls, things of primordial stone that spoke no mortal tongue and sought to crush the life from anything that did not belong to their particular outcropping, the flickering spirits of long dead explorers now corpselights to lead others to the same fate that had befallen them. He had even been attacked by a tribe of pech for 'trespass', though he had thankfully been able to talk his way out without having to kill them.

    It was probably a bit absurd to compare this bunch of bloodthirsty fey to the useful little fellows who laid down roads and houses across the Imperium, but no one said the human mind was reasonable, and so he spared them any retribution for the price of pointing him to a route around their territory. Though he had never realized if the rippling endless cascade of molten stone in his way was supposed to be a trap woven with fey spite or if they had simply forgotten to mention it. Either way, Garin was not minded to go back and take it up with them.

    He was far too close now. One final tangle of corridors and he had a riddle to lead him through them.

    Past the horn into the maze, four times turn and find yourself where you started standing taller.

    That meant a spiral going up...

    Straight as iron, true as stone, through the halls of the Lost Scholar.

    That was apparently following a lodestone set along the wall according to an old Xorn foraging trick that Waymar happened to recall, but no one had been able to tell who the Lost Scholar was until Garin actually reached the final hall, the entrance flanked by most uncommon decorations for this lightless place... birds. He could see the shape of a wing distinctly but the body seemed to have faded away. Was that writing worn almost to nothing by the slow passage of ages and the drip of water?

    Water... Garin's eyes snapped up. He had not seen water down here for almost a week. This was not its domain, yet here it was dripping merrily onto the ground. He flew up to the crevice in the ceiling of the cave, too tight for him to fit through. Garin reached out a hand and cautiously tasted the water. It did not taste bitter or salty, like the little water on this sphere was wont to do even when it was fit to drink. Time to question Marwyn again.

    Garin's intuition proved true. There was a gate up there, but they would need to open it up somehow if they were to get an invasion through to the Rock, preferably in a way that would not change the water flow too much or the Lannister guards on the other side might notice the change.

    How do you reach and expand he gate?

    [] Write in

    OOC: This chapter feels a bit short, but I feel like this is a good break point regardless. You guys are likely to have much better ideas of how to handle and engineering challenge than me. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
    Who else is guessing that this leads to the sewers and Garin unknowingly had to thank Tyrion for managing to unclog Casterly Rock's when he was put in charge of it?
     
    How fortunate for us!

    Also we should increase the security of our own castle. It's not a generations old pile on shit and bad decisions, but we should always learn from one's mistakes, especially since we're going to be using said mistake to stab said one in the dick.

    Repeatedly.
     
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