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

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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Nov 18, 2020 at 10:23 AM, finished with 98 posts and 21 votes.
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Azel said:
Nah. I meant the 3rd month totals, but I understand your technical difficulties.
I'll dig the numbers out of your tables tonight then.

I want to finally reform the remaining military posts and then make the troop deployments for the coming month.
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The numbers I listed include what was produced in the 3rd month.

If you haven't seen how I track them on the spreadsheet, most of our aircraft are expensive enough that I break their construction down between crafter groups. So if you see 5 Wyvern As in one group and 5 in another, there won't be 10 As, only 5.
 
Goldfish said:
The numbers I listed include what was produced in the 3rd month.

If you haven't seen how I track them on the spreadsheet, most of our aircraft are expensive enough that I break their construction down between crafter groups. So if you see 5 Wyvern As in one group and 5 in another, there won't be 10 As, only 5.
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Did you already update the military sheet then? Because I just compared those numbers and those were identical.

Edit: Ah. Yes. The detailed airforce infopost has lower numbers.
 
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QueenPally said:
What do our finances look like? I can't find where we're keeping track of it.
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Without going down the spreadsheet clad rabbit hole, let me just tell you that we got 49 million liquid and can mint a lot of currency before running out.

As most of our biggest expenses are magical reagents sourced from the Planes, we don't have to worry about doing unpleasant things to the market either. Especially since our money is pinned to the planar currencies of Amun Kelisk and the Opaline Vault. On the contrary. Imperial coinage should be becoming increasingly common on the planes, which is a success in of itself in my book.
 
Azel said:
Did you already update the military sheet then? Because I just compared those numbers and those were identical.

Edit: Ah. Yes. The detailed airforce infopost has lower numbers.
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Yep. Aircraft and Constructs have been updated on the Armory page, along with 3rd month Alchemical production and scroll scribing. Made sure to get that done before I packed up my PC for the move.

Speaking of, the massive influx of crafters and our outfitting all of those eligible for them with Quills of Scribing, has lead to a significant increase in the number of 1st through 5th level spell scrolls being produced. We should have no trouble assigning them to any of our forces who can use them. I hope the UMD skill is common among our Inquisition forces.
 
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Interlude CMLII: Dreams of Empire
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    • Dreams of Empire ​

    Thirty First Day of the Third Month 294 AC

    It was a fact generally understood that the King was very interested in improving the realm, particularly by arcane means. The first investors of Occult Orchards had counted upon it, but even they had failed to grasp the scope upon which the King was willing to invest in their project. The now rippled, the future flowed like the waters of some ethereal tide:

    Leshi singing as they work among neat rows that hold trees such as had now grown under the sun of mortal worlds. Waters flow through new-dug channels carved into soil and rock. Roads arc over these channels, bridges stronger than mortal hands alone can forge and over them trees with leaves red like blood, trees of the wildwood, roots of the old stretching out to new soil under the feet of men.

    So is steel of efreeti's forging broken on holy ground that fears the flame no more, so does silver flow into the coffers of king and noble, merchant, scholar and humble folk. Between the great plantation leshi old as the Greendream dwell together with smallfolk whom they aid in their tending, the peace that only long companionship can bring.

    Not smallfolk,     the Last Greenseer knows/has known/will know, citizens. He is seeing the Empire of Viserys First of his name, a ripple in the waters, and echo of what might be, if Night does not fall over all. Sheltershrubs growing by the Wall and Fey Cherries under the garish red light of far Draconys.

    Reaching for the moment he touches the mind of a young green clad student sworn to the Old Gods, a whisper only can he speak for the acolyte's understanding is still more a thing of books and tales than ever growing dreams, but it is enough for his purposes: "Water the Earth of Draconys three times with fresh spring water and the blood of wild beasts ere you plant the fey trees."

    It would be a pity for the experiment to start by giving credence to the nonsense about murderous trees.

    ***​

    Steel sparked in forges that burned at every hour into the blackest night. Into the calloused hands of farmers and fishermen it was set and armor of steel onto the backs of those who had once felt the slaver's whip. Such was the Legion armed and armored. For those who reached further, who wanted power to stand against armies beyond mortal might, the flesh-smiths stood waiting, their secrets more than even Bloodraven could gleam in the flash of a moment. He knew the man at their head the First Praetorian, the Hound with the broken collar. He had seen him many times, though more in what-might-be than in what was.

    Watching the many deaths of Gregor Clegane was one of the few indulgences Brynden allowed himself in his sight.

    He could not see beyond the world, not far at least, only where the stone swimmers dwelt in their crystalline caves, but he could see the warehouses and the halls of learning fill. Prisms of crystal and charms of bottled good fortune, ointments and masks in the guise of beast and angel, demon and god unknown to these lands to ward wandering eyes less sharp than his, jeweler's tools and gemstones each bright with magic within.

    One alone had he held when he still walked among men, Brynden Rivers knew, he would have counted himself fortunate indeed. Here and now such treasures were carried by the box, the boxes themselves magic meant to thwart foes and robbers of every sort. Even from the mist-shrouded lands where magic turned strong into knots of thought works of wonder were bought, wards and weapons, tools and tricks. He saw these treasures used in peace and in war, he saw them broken and forged anew by sorcerers yet unborn.

    The wheel turned slow but it turned true, what once was had come again and more. Dreams into flesh was poured. By weary angels voices sung, by rebel devils' fingers set. Old things called forth and new ones into being woven.

    The Bloodraven knew ambition and he knew spite, still he knew loyalty through all the long years of his life for all few would grant him that, but in that moment for the first time in a long time he tasted hope unshadowed. The dark dreams would come again, of that he was certain, the grinding ice, the howling void, but they did not hold all that the future was and that he would remember.

    Lost 7,554,804 IM

    What next?

    [] Stags and Lions (Cersei puts her plan in motion)

    [] Finish the reports

    [] Write in

    OOC: You guys were doing a lot of long term projects that would not be visible on screen immediately, so I'm using Brynden to cheat a bit and show the scale of what is being done and the potential of it.
     
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    • DragonParadox said:
    Dreams of Empire ​

    Thirty First Day of the Third Month 294 AC

    It was a fact generally understood that the king was very interested in improving the realm, particularly by arcane means. The first investors of Occult Orchards had counted upon it. Even they had failed to grasp the scope upon which the king was willing to invest in their project. The now rippled, the future flowed like the waters of some ethereal tide:

    Leshy singing as they work among neat rows that hold trees such as had not grown under the sun of mortal worlds. Waters flow through new-dug channels carved into soil and rock. Roads arc over these channels, bridges stronger than mortal hands alone can forge, and over them trees with leaves red as blood. Trees of the wildwood, roots of the old, stretching out to new soil under the feet of men.

    So is steel of efreeti's forging broken on holy ground that fears the flame no more, so does silver flow into the coffers of king and noble, merchant and scholar and humble smallfolk. Between the great plantations, leshy old as the Green-dreams dwell together with smallfolk whom they aid in their tending, the peace that only long companionship can bring.

    Not smallfolk,     the Last Greenseer knows/has known/will know, citizens. He is seeing the Empire of Viserys, First of his name, a ripple in the waters, an echo of what might be, if Night does not fall over all. Sheltertrees growing by the Wall and Fey Cherries under the garish red light of far Draconys.

    Reaching for the moment, he touches the mind of a young green clad student sworn to the Old Gods, a whisper only can he speak, for the acolyte's understanding is still more a thing of books and tales than ever growing dreams, but it is enough for his purposes: "Water the Earth of Draconys three times with fresh spring water and the blood of wild beasts ere you plant the fey trees."

    It would be a pity for the experiment to start by giving credence to the nonsense about murderous trees.

    ***​


    Steel sparked in forges that burned at every hour, into the blackest night. Into the callused hands of farmers and fishermen it was set, and armor of steel onto the backs of those who had once felt the slaver's whip. Such was the legion armed and armored. For those who reached further, who wanted power to stand against armies beyond mortal might, the flesh-smiths stood waiting, their secrets more than even Bloodraven could glean in the flash of a moment. He knew the man at their head, the First Praetorian, the Hound with the broken collar. He had seen him many times, though more in what-might-be than in what was.

    Watching the many deaths of Gregor Clegane was one of the few indulgences Brynden allowed himself in his sight.

    He could not see beyond the world, not far at least, only where the stone swimmers dwelt in their crystalline caves, but he could see the warehouses and the halls of learning fill. Prisms of crystal and charms of bottled good fortune, ointments and masks in the guise of beast and angel, demon and gods unknown to these lands to ward wandering eyes less sharp than his, jeweler's tools and gemstones each bright with magic within.

    One alone had he held when he still walked among men, Brynden Rivers knew he would have counted himself fortunate indeed. Here and now, such treasures were carried by the box, the boxes themselves magic meant to thwart foes and robbers of every sort. Even from the mist-shrouded lands where magic turned strong, into knots of thought and works of wonder were bought, wards and weapons, tools and tricks. He saw these treasures used in peace and in war, he saw them broken and forged anew by sorcerers yet unborn.

    The wheel turned slow but it turned true. What once was had come again and more. Dreams into flesh was poured. By weary angels voices sung, by rebel devils' fingers set. Old things called forth and new ones into being woven.

    The Bloodraven knew ambition and he knew spite, still he knew loyalty through all the long years of his life for all few would grant him that, but in that moment, for the first time in a long time, he tasted hope unshadowed. The dark dreams would come again, of that he was certain, the grinding ice, the howling void, but they did not hold all that the future was and that he would remember.
    Lost 7,554,804 IM

    What next?

    [] Stags and Lions (Cersei puts her plan in motion)

    [] Finish the reports

    [] Write in

    OOC: You guys were doing a lot of long term projects that would not be visible on screen immediately so I'm using Brynden to cheat a bit and show the scale of what is being done and the potential of it. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.

    This was neatly done, dude.
     
    [X] Finish the reports

    Remaining stuff for the month:
    [] Seeing the death of Robert.
    [] Aife's "unknown task from Ferryman"-report.
    [] Stats for the Reforged Hammer of the Sarnori God.
    [] State reports on the economy, infrastructure, Inquisition
    [] Rumor-posts
    [] Inquisition's detailed report on Lucan getting to Viserys IC.
    [] Maybe a report from Darleth the Delver?
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    Summarisation might be in order.

    Night, y'all.
     
    @DragonParadox, as part of our commission order that was completed on the 19th of the month, we received 20 new Lyres of Building. The plan was to destroy the old ones to prevent them from being used to sabotage projects they been used on.

    I don't know about everyone else, but I think this could be a neat interlude, maybe something with a small ceremony before the Lyres are consigned to Dragon flame and the new ones distributed to the team's who will use them.
     
    Goldfish said:
    @DragonParadox, as part of our commission order that was completed on the 19th of the month, we received 20 new Lyres of Building. The plan was to destroy the old ones to prevent them from being used to sabotage projects they been used on.

    I don't know about everyone else, but I think this could be a neat interlude, maybe something with a small ceremony before the Lyres are consigned to Dragon flame and the new ones distributed to the team's who will use them.
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    I'd suggest Wildfyre to burn them, as that will not only physically destroy them, but also remove all traces of their magic.
     
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