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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:
OOC: It turns out that if you warn Jon Snow of danger in Winterfell he is more likely to run towards it than away, also he made his knowledge religion check to guess where the soulless was taking Rob's corpse. Putting his learning to good use I guess... and yes he was in dire straights from that hit, 2 HP remaining before he triggered his belt to heal. Not yet edited.
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Did he level?!
 
...Targs save the day once again, though :V
Well, there was an attempt.
Void could've done things better, but at least there's bodycount.
 
How is Jon level 5, @DragonParadox? I was expecting him to reach level 2 or 3. Has he adventured? Experienced life and its challenges?
Daenerys levelled as a child by going out and fighting monsters. Jon apparently got 4 levels with a few years of a child's training in the yard (if he's even old enough to have started that yet).

On another note, is Robb rezzable or did DP kill a real named character?
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
How is Jon level 5, @DragonParadox? I was expecting him to reach level 2 or 3. Has he adventured? Experienced life and its challenges?
Daenerys levelled as a child by going out and fighting monsters. Jon apparently got 4 levels with a few years of a child's training in the yard (if he's even old enough to have started that yet).

On another note, is Robb rezzable or did DP kill a real named character?
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Learning up to level 5 has been a well established thing in this quest due to our observations of the Scholarum. It's hard, so not every mage manages to do it fast, but some can clearly do it within one or two years. Jon had that time.

He also got at least one of those levels by intrigue and another by combat just now.
 
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Strength of the Wolf ​

First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

Eddard Stark thought he had grown used to the strangeness his life had become. He had hired witches and poured over crumbling texts, the contents of which he would have counted the ravings of madmen were it not for the undeniable proof of his own eyes, were it not for what he had seen at the Wall and what Benjen had told him he had seen beyond it. Yet on that chilly summer day as he carefully read through the books for the new sworn sorcerers, he found that he was not prepared.

The door handle twisted hard, the hinges creaked as something thudded into it. As Eddard reached for the sword he now bore at every turn, he saw that the creature behind the door was a large black cat. Then the cat spoke, "Lord Stark, come quickly, there is an enemy in the keep, your son has been attacked."

The words did not fit, they couldn't, they wouldn't... Some part of Eddard wanted to laugh at the absurdity. What business did a talking cat have in his keep? Was it a spy, an enemy, a trickster fey, or just a sign of the fact that he had not gotten enough sleep last night.

His body was already moving, his lips already forming words. Even if this was a trick or some cruel farce it was not in the nature of Eddard Stark to do anything else. "Where?"

"The kitchens when I saw them, though the enemy will likely have moved already..."

There was a splash and the sound of breaking glass behind him. The delicate glass bowl Catelyn had given him a few months ago shattered and from it emerged a mankin of leaves and petals, one of a kind he recognized, though he had never seen the like before. "The crypts. Any servant of Winter bearing the taken blood of House Stark will make for the crypts."

Leshy, Eddard knew they were called, protectors of the Wall, servants of the Old Gods and the Dragon, though they could have been servants of Hell itself and Eddard would have listened to him that day.

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The fastest way from the kitchens to the crypts lead though the godswood, but be the servants of the Others ever so daring, they would not trespass upon that ground. Instead, it raced through the kennels, uncaring of the barking of dogs, disdainful of their bite, a shadow upon the earth, another shadow followed. The men-at-arms were rallying to the defense of Winterfell with steel and mortal courage against deathless dread, but they were yet too slow, too far to bar the Enemy's way.

Even as the Lord of Winterfell raced across the courtyard, the only thing in the monster's way was the boy Jon Snow, his eyes heavy with tears at the sight of his brother's broken, bloodied corpse slung bonelessly across the monster's shoulder. Of all the spells he had learned these past few years, of all the incantations, only one came to mind:

"Suffer," he hissed in the tongue of Valyria that was no more, allowing his own pain to pour into the world.

Yet the enemy smiled with bloodied lips, for there was no pain it might suffer beside the agony of it existence. Charge unbroken, the scythe arced towards the boy with vicious purpose and sliced into his chest sending him flying across the threshold. It laughed cold and achingly empty.

From the darkness of the crypt rose another sound filled with anguish and rage, such as had never been found on mortal lips. A luminous form bearing arms and armor forged of memory and deathless purpose barred his way. It was in that place and in that hour that Eddard Stark Lord of Winterfell laid eyes on his sister once more. A battle of spirit and will against fell curses flew. Lyanna could not long endure. It seemed at times that Lyanna's blade could not even find the leaping, whirling horror in man's flesh. Twice only, she scored accursed flesh and it was nowhere near enough.

Across the threshold Jon Snow healed, flesh knit together by the arcane power of his belt, form the precipice of death. I can't fight this thing, Jon knew with utter certainty as he watched it tear away his mother's shield. I can't touch it's mind. What else can I...

"Sanctuary," he called, and to his surprise the word was not in the tongue of the dragon lords but one older still, and as he called something without answered. The wards of Winterfell long fallen into torpor flared to life and deadly power, ghost flame dancing across his skin without harming him. "Get back, mom, get back!" he called in his mind.

A moment too late... He felt his mother die again, her pain clawing at the edges of his mind. "No!" Not her too. With all his will and all his magic Jon snow held his mother's soul to life.

Tattered, broken, he could still feel the thread that bound them together.
The Hollow Man looked upon the ward-fire, upon Jon. If there could be said to be an expression upon those pale features, then it was exasperation more than fear or anger. Then a soft green light burst around it as could feel the power of the Old Gods binding it in place. He only caught a glimpse of the green spirit that worked the magic before his uncle was upon the monster, Ice shining ethereal blue in the reflection of the ward fire.

Knowing itself outmatched and wounded for all it did not seem to feel the gashes across its shoulders and arms, the enemy sought to slip aside from Ice's edge, but hemmed in by sorcery and steel, its time had now run out. Three times fell the sword of the Kings of Winter, the first time it took a finger, the second time an arm, and the third time it cleaved the enemy's head from his shoulders.

OOC: It turns out that if you warn Jon Snow of danger in Winterfell, he is more likely to run towards it than away, also he made his knowledge religion check to guess where the soulless was taking Rob's corpse. Putting his learning to good use, I guess... and yes, he was in dire straights from that hit, 2 HP remaining before he triggered his belt to heal. Not yet edited.
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Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
 
TalonofAnathrax said:
How is Jon level 5, @DragonParadox? I was expecting him to reach level 2 or 3. Has he adventured? Experienced life and its challenges?
Daenerys levelled as a child by going out and fighting monsters. Jon apparently got 4 levels with a few years of a child's training in the yard (if he's even old enough to have started that yet).

On another note, is Robb rezzable or did DP kill a real named character?
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Dany got to level 4 by Dreaming. Admittedly dangerous dreaming, including a meeting with Tiamat, but still.

She only started adventuring after that point.
 
Well done nephew. You have the family proud. Your first monster. It is always a good stepping stone in the life of an adventurer. In any case now the Stark will most probably call us up for aid.
 
Rule 2: Don’t Be Hateful: Using 'retard' as a pejorative is not appropriate on this forum.
Crake said:
Learning up to level 5 has been a well established thing in this quest due to out observations of the Scholarum.
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...And yet the guys from the Night Watch show themselves absolute retards compared to the country bumpkins from Essos, if we are to look at the mechanics alone :V
Truly amusing, I tell ya/

Ngl, I'd like this to have been a permakill, if only for some actual stakes to be involved going further - since this is a mostly inconsequential named character and all.

Aaaand I think we got Starks hooked now.
Thank you Cersei, very nice.
 
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