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

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egoo said:
Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the Plinth we recovered in Valyria do Dead magic zone?
Or was it an Energy Transformation Field instead?

If the latter, can we maybe use it for the time being, to contain the dying of the book, @DragonParadox?
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that would work yeah

silvanknight said:
@DragonParadox can you tell us what class Dusk Dancer and the 9th circle caster were?
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I'll post bodies and loot in the morning

Good night, guys see you tomorrow with the report on the Indigo court chase.
 
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Between Covers​

Second Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

If you had come alone or only besides your closest companions, this would have been a different battle; the arrows, the weighing of moments, the death song. You did not come alone. The pair of Myrkdreki breathe at once, and they exhale not deadly fumes but sorcery more terrible still, a curse to sap the will and cloud the mind, empowered by the bound enchantments of the Djinn to pass through any ward. A mortal champion or sorcerer might have perished then, fallen to dust and ashes, but Dusk Dancer, in the hour of her death, merely buckles under the weight of malignancy.

Close by, Zherys and Vee are dueling a luminous figure that seems more woven glamor than fey flesh, spells of dissolution failing by the merest edge against the short sharp syllables of the girl's magic, while the elder mage flings a ray of poisonous green light from his bejeweled hand, yet in a flash of dizzying color and maddening sound that covers even Dusk Dancer's dirge, he is elsewhere and readying a spell. Zherys can still see him, the second spell strikes true only to fail against some last unseen contingency. Aife strikes the final blow, fittingly perhaps in the name of her god, the one almost bound binding the mage in turn, in the reflection of a single shed scale.

All this you see in an instant as you circle the field. You meet Dusk Dancer's gaze one final time as Amrelath and the Erinyes still in control of their bodies strike down the fey all around her. Her words come back to you as you speak the final enchantment: 'to fit all our tales between those narrow covers'.

Perhaps it is simple practicality that guides your hand, or perhaps this place that exists beyond all fey lords, however mighty, whispers in your ear an irony sharper than steel. Among the blood and bodies, a book falls bound in violet silk... the death song does not stop, the magic does not fade even as tentacles of shadow and frost called forth by Maelor's magic tentatively pick it up.

Shit... You want that lore, not just of magic, not just of history but, the intrigues and secrets of the other lords, how much you might learn from that single tome. Left with no other options, you part the threads of magic around your new prisoner. The song stoops, but you can still feel its echoes in the air, delayed not prevented. Once the fey lady had chosen her own death, it seems your curses are not enough to stop her.

"All clear?" you call to the others, relieved to find that no one had been killed or even wounded, for all you had come uncomfortably close. "Any ideas what do do with this?"

It does not take Zherys more than a moment to realize what you mean. "I had meant to create a dead magic chamber for the Mysterium to work with, but it gave way to more urgent projects. Perhaps the Djinn or the Shaitan might be inclined to aid us until such can be set up elsewhere. They will likely wish access to it, though."

What do you do about the dying fey book?

[] Write in

OOC: That was way too many rolls for such a short update, but I didn't want this to drag while I described the attack roll of each Erinyes and hunter servitor. Not yet edited.
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Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
 
@Goldfish After activating looting protocols, Viserys and the gang should poke Renly to see if we need to interrogate any bodies or look around for his lead. If we can't find anything, it can wait until we Gate over to help out the Mask hunting group.
 
Crake said:
Less funny, since DP drops random loot we never do anything with on us all the time and the thread has an encyclopedic memory for all of it that is frankly disturbing.
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True enough.
...or at least it was.
We've sacrificed a lot of that pointlessly forgotten loot to ascending Zathir and reisin de Trees awhile ago.

But this one just popped in my head! Honest!
I haven't thought of the Plinth in at least 3 months, and boom, suddenly I did.
:'V
I blame the fact it is on the RAs list for ever remembering it exsists.


Anyway, Plinth itself is a bad thing to use here because it is unresearched.
Moneymancy for the win, throwing Diamond Dust at the problem of losing loot is very 'us'.
 
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@DragonParadox, how many spell levels per day does Dusk Dancer's book produce for the Energy Transformation Field to absorb? Need to know so we can figure out what spell to attach to it.
 
egoo said:
[X] Permanence an Energy Transformation Field in Lya's personal laboratory (because best wards we have available, ever) via Diamond Dust, have the book's dying stymied by it.
-[X] Throughout this month, have a Lya (whichever's free) read through and transcribe it in the free time available from the experiments and research.
-[X] Obviously have some magic-sensitive assistants keep a constant eye on the book, ensuring it doesn't somehow adapt or something.

And after we are done with it, to Yss it goes.
:V

@DragonParadox, whom we have got aside from Dusk Duster?
I am sleepy and chapter is wordy.
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Sorry to be OCD, but can you please update the link to the Energy Transformation Field spell in your plan? The version you have up now is old and slightly different than the newer one. The link is at the bottom of the obsolete spell's page.

EDIT: Also, @egoo, it would be better to have Lya's Calligraphy Wyrm Familiar, Aebys, do the transcription. It can alert her to interesting stuff without using her valuable time.
 
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Goldfish said:
Sorry to be OCD, but can you please update the link to the Energy Transformation Field spell in your plan? The version you have up now is old and slightly different than the newer one. The link is at the bottom of the obsolete spell's page.
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Disjuncted and re-enchanted.

Goldfish said:
Also, @egoo, it would be better to have Lya's Calligraphy Wyrm Familiar, Aebys, do the transcription. It can alert her to interesting stuff without using her valuable time.
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She's busy making Greater Baleful Teleport with one body and halping Dany and Aenie to distill dreams with the other. Both bodies are gonna be nearby.
And I kinda trust her Archmage-ish abilities with the highly spiteful and prone-to-dying-if-noone-looks book more than just a familiar, even hers.

...Huh.
Dusk Dusty is literally a hamster now.
Does jack shit, and seems to try to find a way to die inconveniently and smell bad while at it.
 
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Canon Omake: Sibling's Tales
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    • Ok, now that's out of the way, a bit for our downtime;


    Sibling's Tales​

    Second Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    Horen the Snake-Boy, Horen from the Marsh, Deaf Horen, Horen of Sweetspring, a lot of names for a boy scarce his seventh summer, yet he got a new one again. His latest name is one he believes as his best one yet, Horen the Horenary Sibling.

    It was Mexxor who suggested it, to which the rest of the First Brood agreed. Horen was relieved they didn't choose Horen the Nest-Warmer instead, or Yss-forbid, Horen the Walking-Tree-To-Cling-To.

    So with his scaly siblings slithering along, they dived into the city once more.

    The noise is still unbelievable, but he would never regret trading it for silence again. To be able to talk to someone, to be heard and talked back to, is to him the greatest treasure in the world. His greatest fear would not be being deaf again, but be being not understood and laughed at his words.

    They talked to all kinds of people as Svitran blessed him to explore with his siblings today, as the Great Serpent willed. Their task? Finding out how do non-snake people deal with their siblings.


    "We got separated by slavers, him sold as a laborer in Volantis, me a pillow slave in Lys." says the silver haired lady as she spun the Fairy-spun Sweets she's peddling into a stick. "When Volantis joined, I spent all my savings at the Mirrors to find him and we've been sending letters. Now we'll meet again as his ship will arrive soon. Then, I'll hug him and I'll tell him how I sorely miss my valonqar."

    "My sister was way older than me and had a family as I grew up." spoke the legionnaire as he polished his spear. "All of them died of plague but her, so I'm taking care of her now as we only have each other."

    "I honestly don't know." grumbled the Xorn. "We delve off to find our own way as far as we can from each other after hatching."

    Chittering with laughter, the Essarian pointed at a bunch of others spinning and throwing a wooden plate across the roofways. He gestures to mean that the half dozen of them are all his siblings as he leaps up to catch the thrown plate then spin it back at them.

    "Murk has thousand broodmates, yes yes!" the fish-man gurgled as it lifts a jug to bring back with its employer back into the bay. "Thousand, then three. Broodmates made good first eating!"

    "Brother was a pirate who beat me up when I didn't have money." says the old street sweeper. "The King hanged him with his other raping friends and this place has become so much better since."


    Place to place they visited, from ships just anchored...


    The braided-haired sailor paused. "I have a dozen half-siblings across the Narrow Sea. Pops took me to meet them all. They're all good saps."


    To the Terminus slowing to a stop...


    "I am looking for her." said the floating man. "My nephew has been killed in the war and she has to know personally."


    In the Great Arena...


    "Got eats by big-teeth when we small." The dappled-man stood to ready himself for the fight. "Bargur stank, so hope big-teeth got bad shits for it."


    To the loud noises of the palace being built...


    "All minotaurs siblings little snakes." huffed the brown one with blue painted horns. "All born at once in Mantarys. Little ones be ones to have brothers and sisters now."


    They walk around throughout the day asking lots and lots of all sorts of people.


    "My siblings perfect their skills with combat as I, Zabar seek the beauty in the world." says the bronze-faced man. "Now would you lot mind staying still so I may sketch your forms to perfect as a painting later?"


    Across the Temple of Fire...


    "Bastard burned my face then killed my sister, so I ran away." says the very large and scary man as he ate chicken. "Soon, I'll go to kill him to test this new body of mine." he declares while staring at the flames without fear.


    While passing by the The Temple of the Moon...


    "Oh, no it's not a warforged. It's my old body." the boy says as he puts down one of the little figures. "Kylla's off somewhere looking for trouble." The walking doll didn't mind as the snakes climbed it to be able to watch the game.

    The boy brings up a figure of the king. "They made it, you know? The King and his Companions, I mean." he nods thoughtfully as he puts aside the king's figurine and puts the king in dragonman form in its place, to the loud groans of his playmates.

    "They made it to help bring me back. And Kylla thought it's a great piece of art and made it walk around. So I bring it with me when she's not around."


    Along Companions' Alley...


    "They say that Ser Waymar's sister was poisoned by the Tyroshi. They say that his wrath got the king vowing to crush Tyrosh a fortnight, hence the sudden attack out of nowhere." giggled the girl as she skipped with her friend.


    Then along the path to the keep...


    "Brother! I found you!" Said a loud booming voice.

    Which was promptly answered by a load groan from a man riding a winged horse. "Great Stallion, why are you here?!"

    The loud man huffed, "What else, little brother of mine?" then shouted and struck a pose pointing at the Great Tree, "I Marbo, son of Rhango, will climb that tree!"


    And finally into the Keep as The Great One charged them as the last place to be. After all, you have to save the most important one for last. Especially someone as important as the Royal Niece.


    "Hi Horen! Hi Vherys! Hi Zerya! Hi Laxxus! Hi Mexxor!" and on she went as she named all of the one and ten First Brood playmates.

    "I found a brother!" Princess Rhaenys declares and ushered them to meet a boy in the nearby room with all the pillows. "I'm tha big sister, but he's bigger than me. Say hi to Jon!"

    The young boy awkwardly waved and look bewildered as the snakes converged on him to talk about their day.


    Horen, contentedly laid down on one of the pillows and recalled all of the stories. He was sure that the Great One would really like all the tales about siblings they've gathered. Especially as it seems, He wants to know how to deal with His own.

    Notes: Horen knows a lot more words now as Yss cheated to get his holy texts out if anyone recalls.
    Edits: Links and typos.
     
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    • egoo said:
    Disjuncted and re-enchanted.


    She's busy making Greater Baleful Teleport with one body and halping Dany and Aenie to distill dreams with the other. Both bodies are gonna be nearby.
    And I kinda trust her Archmage-ish abilities with the highly spiteful and prone-to-dying-if-noone-looks book more than just a familiar, even hers.

    ...Huh.
    Dusk Dusty is literally a hamster now.
    Does jack shit, and seems to try to find a way to die inconveniently and smell bad while at it.
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    The Familiar for a 18th level Spellcaster aren't particularly fragile, and they can use their master's skills as if they were their own. Aebys wouldn't be a bad stand in for Lya in this regard. We could always assign a Herald as an assistant to him, if necessary.

    No biggie, though.
     
    Takesis said:
    Ok, ao now that's out of the way, a bit for our downtime;


    Sibling's Tales​

    Second Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    Horen the Snake-Boy, Horen from the Marsh, Deaf Horen, Horen of Sweetspring, a lot of names for a boy scarce his seventh summer, yet he got a new one again. His latest name is one he believes as his best one yet, Horen the Horenary Sibling.

    It was Mexxor who suggested it, to which the rest of the First Brood agreed. Horen was relieved they didn't choose Horen the Nest-Warmer instead, or Yss-forbid, Horen the Walking-Tree-To-Cling-To.

    So with his scaly siblings slithering along, they dived into the city once more.

    The noise is still unbelievable, but he would never regret trading it for silence again. To be able to talk to someone, to be heard and talked back to, is to him the greatest treasure in the world. His greatest fear would not be being deaf again, but be being not understood and laughed at his words.

    They talked to all kinds of people as Svitran blessed him to explore with his siblings today, as the Great Serpent willed. Their task? Finding out how do non-snake people deal with their siblings.

    "We got separated by slavers, him sold as a laborer in Volantis, me a pillow slave in Lys." says the silver haired lady as she spun the Fairy-spun Sweets she's peddling into a stick. "When Volantis joined, I spent all my savings at the Mirrors to find him and we've been sending letters. Now we'll meet again as his ship will arrive soon. Then, I'll hug him and I'll tell him how I sorely miss my valonqar."

    "My sister was way older than me and had a family as I grew up." spoke the legionnaire as he polished his spear. "All of them died of plague but her, so I'm taking care of her now as we only have each other."

    "I honestly don't know." grumbled the Xorn. "We delve off to find our own way as far as we can from each other after hatching."

    Chittering with laughter, the Essarian pointed at a bunch of others spinning and catching a wooden plate across the roofways. He gestures to mean that the half dozen of them are all his siblings as he leaps up to catch the thrown plate then spin it back at them.

    "Murk has thousand broodmates, yes yes!" the fish-man gurgled as it lifts a jug to bring back with its employer back into the bay. "Thousand, then three. Broodmates made good first eating!"

    "Brother was a pirate who beat me up when I didn't have money." says the old street sweeper. "The King hanged him with his other raping friends and this place has become so much better since."

    From ships just anchored...

    The braided-haired sailor paused. "I have a dozen half-siblings across the Narrow Sea. Pops took me to meet them all. They're all good saps."

    To the Terminus slowing to a stop...

    "I am looking for her." said the floating man. "My nephew has been killed in the war and she has to know personally."

    To the Great Arena...

    "Got eats by big-teeth when we small." The dappled-man stood to ready himself for the fight. "Bargur stank, so hope big-teeth got bad shits for it."

    To the loud noises of the palace being built...

    "All minotaurs siblings little snakes." huffed the brown one with blue painted horns. "All born at once in Mantarys. Little ones be ones to have brothers and sisters now."

    They walk around throughout the day asking lots and lots of all sorts of people.

    "My siblings perfect their skills with combat as I, Zabar seek the beauty in the world." says the bronze-faced man. "Now would you lot mind staying still so I may sketch your forms to perfect as a painting later?"

    Across the Temple of Fire...

    "Bastard burned my face then killed my sister, so I ran away." says the very large and scary man as he ate chicken. "Soon, I'll go to kill him to test this new body of mine." he declares while staring at the flames without fear.

    While passing by the The Temple of the Moon...

    "Oh, no it's not a warforged. It's my old body." the boy says as he puts down one of the little figures. "Kylla's off somewhere looking for trouble." The walking doll didn't mind as the snakes climbed it to be able to watch the game.

    The boy brings up a figure of the king. "They made it, you know? The King and his Companions, I mean." he nods thoughtfully as he puts aside the king's figurine and puts the king in dragonman form in its place, to the loud groans of his playmates.

    "They made it to help bring me back. And Kylla thought it's a great piece of art and made it walk around. So I bring it with me when she's not around."

    Along Companions' Alley...

    "They say that Ser Waymar's sister was poisoned by the Tyroshi. They say that his wrath got the king vowing to crush Tyrosh a fortnight, hence the sudden attack out of nowhere." giggled the girl as she skipped together with her friend.

    Along the path to the keep...

    "Brother! I found you!" Said a loud booming voice.

    Which was promptly answered by a load groan from a man riding a winged horse. "Great Stallion, why are you here?!"

    The loud man huffed, "What else, little brother of mine?" then shouted and struck a pose pointing at the Great Tree, "I Marbo, son of Rhango, will climb that tree!"

    And finally into the keep as The Great One asked of them as the last place to be. After all, you have to save the most important one for last. Especially someone as important as the Royal Niece.

    "Hi Horen! Hi Vherys! Hi Zerya! Hi Laxxus! Hi Mexxor!" and on she went as she named all of the one and ten First Brood playmates.

    "I found a brother!" Princess Rhaenys declares and ushered them to meet a boy in the nearby room with all the pillows. "I'm tha big sister, but he's bigger than me. Say hi to Jon!"

    The young boy awkwardly waved and look bewildered as the snakes converged on him to talk about their day.

    Horen, contentedly laid down on one of the pillows and recalled all of the stories. He was sure that the Great One would really like all the tales about siblings they've gathered. Especially as it seems, He wants to know how to deal with His own.

    Notes: Horens knows a lot more words now as Yss cheated to get his holy texts out if anyone recalls.
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    This was super cute. Very nice omake, dude.

    Did the Little Valyrians beat Ysilla to inventing the Frisbee?
     
    >_>
    <_<

    I wonder if Wild Hunt would be interested in buying the Book of Dusk after we are through, for services of course.

    This is one-of-a-kind relic for Fey specifically (so much irony), and if we can tie Wild Hunt yet closer to us by any means, well...

    Better them working with us than agaisnt us, eh?
     
    egoo said:
    >_>
    <_<

    I wonder if Wild Hunt would be interested in buying the Book of Dusk after we are through, for services of course.

    This is one-of-a-kind relic for Fey specifically (so much irony), and if we can tie Wild Hunt yet closer to us by any means, well...

    Better them working with us than agaisnt us, eh?
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    This is our first volume of our compilations of bed time stories for precious royal children, so hell no.

    Our kids' kids will be speaking the final refrain from the original copy of how we bodied Dusk Dancer in the most ironic way possible.
     
    egoo said:
    [X] Permanence an Energy Transformation Field in Lya's personal laboratory (because best wards we have available, ever) via Diamond Dust, have the book's dying stymied by it.
    -[X] Throughout this month, have a Lya (whichever's free) read through and transcribe it in the free time available from the experiments and research.
    -[X] Obviously have some magic-sensitive assistants keep a constant eye on the book, ensuring it doesn't somehow adapt or something.

    And after we are done with it, to Yss it goes.
    :V

    @DragonParadox, whom we have got aside from Dusk Duster?
    I am sleepy and chapter is wordy.
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    @egoo just in case can you specify looting protocols? I don't want to leave this to chance. This would be the first bit of loot we get out of Operation Starfall.
     
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