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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 Dec 13, 2020 at 3:56 PM, finished with 49 posts and 15 votes.
  • [X] Plan No Hesitation
    -[X] Viserys casts a Maximized Time Stop spell, gaining 5 rounds.
    --[X] 1st Round: He targets the gathered Fey and the Jabberwock with a Greater Black Tentacles spell.
    --[X] 2nd Round: He uses Ancestral Awakening to learn the Delayed Spell Metamagic then casts a Arcane Spellsurge as a Swift Action.
    --[X] 3rd Round: He casts True Casting as a Swift Action followed by a Delayed Maximized Potent Mythic Shadow of the Doom spell using Wild Arcana while using all three charges from his ring (36th caster level to overcome Spell Resistance, DC 37 Fortitude save to avoid being Petrified, or 216 points of Searing Fire damage, plus 6 points of STR, DEX, & CON damage [-66 HP to each Vilderavn and -78 HP to the Jabberwock] on a successful saving throw) targeting the Fey and Jabberwock and their surroundings.
    --[X] 4th Round: He casts True Casting as a Swift Action while flying over the gathered Fey and Jabberwock.
    --[X] 5th Round: While directly overhead, he uses a Maximized Clinging Searing Dispelling Fire Breath positioned to envelop all of the Fey and the Jabberwock then quickly returns to his position with the party. They won't suffer damage or be subject to Dispeling, but as soon as the Time Stop ends the Clinging Breath will inflict 120 points of Searing Fire damage.
    -[X] When Time Stop ends:
    --[X] Viserys activates his previously cast Shadow of the Doom spell as a Standard Action and targets the Jabberwock with Freezing Glance (DC 30 Will save) as a Free Action. He Counterspells using his Ring of Spell-Battle and Battlemagic Perception buff, or uses Wings of Cover as necessary. If necessary, he uses one Mythic power to activate Amazing Initiative plus his Belt of Battle to gain an additional Standard Action to cast a spell, reserving Celerity for an emergency.
    --[X] Richard acts to defend Viserys as necessary.
    --[X] Vee targets the enemies with a Rain of Roses spell. She Counterspells using her Ring of Spell-Battle as necessary.
    --[X] Zherys targets a surviving Vilderavn with Greater Shadow Enchantment to duplicate a Feeblemind Spell (DC 30 Will saving throw) as a Standard Action after Vee casts Rain of Roses. If any others survive, he casts Arcane Spellsurge as a Swift Action, then casts up to two more Feeblemind Spells, each as a Swift Action, targeting Vilderavns at his discretion. If no Vilderavns remain, he instead Blood Wishes an Assay Spell Resistance spell as a Standard Action, casts Arcane Spellsurge as a Swift Action, targets the Jabberwock with a Mindfog spell as a Swift Action, then Feeblemind as a Swift Action. He uses Wings of Cover to defend himself and nearby allies as necessary.
    --[X] Maelor targets a surviving Vilderavn with a Maximized Mortalbane Noxious Blast using 3 charges from his scepter (66 points of damage and DC 26 Fortitude save to avoid being Nauseated). If none survive, he instead targets the Jabberwock.
    --[X] The Myrkdreki and Mind Dragon each target the Jabberwock with Touch of Idiocy spells (1d6 INT, WIS, & CHA damage) using Spectral Hand (and Shadow Enchantment in the Myrkdreki's case). They use Wings of Cover to defend themselves and nearby allies as necessary.
    --[X] The Erinyes fan out and focus fire any surviving Vilderavn, while Mereth targets the Jabberwock with her full attention. If no Vilderavn survive, the other Erinyes focus their attention on the Jabberwock.
    --[X] Amrelath casts Bloodwind and targets any surviving Vilderavn before directing remaining attacks toward the Jabberwock. He uses Wings of Cover to defend himself and nearby allies as necessary.
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Part MMMDCLXXXI: Crimson Flames and Golden Riddles
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    • Crimson Flames and Golden Riddles ​

    Nineteenth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    As the moment twists into stillness tendrils of shadow burst from the ground, coiling around victims they cannot yet snare, almost touching. You need your next spell to linger and so it does, by memories not quite yours. Rarely has fire been more carefully wrought, a spell of destruction more carefully pruned. Your pour into it your will and your desire to see the enemy undone, to wither flesh and kindle bone. At last you take wing over your foes and spill onto them a torrent of flame fit to burn flesh and sorcery alike.

    Like a sleepwalker startled into motion time jerks into being. The fire burns, but it does not wholly consume. The Jabberwock screeches in a thousand tongues while the reminder of your foes, realizing their peril direct, call out four songs of unraveling, stronger than you had anticipated they might be... too late. The spell triggers and the entire chamber is fire searing bright and roaring even over the voice of the strange 'dragon', if dragon you can name it.

    Silence falls, the scene caught forever in gleaming dragonglass, and for a moment no one speaks, mages with spells still upon their lips, erinyes with bows nocked.

    "Damn, I'd ask to leave something for the rest of us to fight, but that's one shit-ugly dragon," Maelor says with a shaky laugh.

    Amrelath lands besides the still form of the Jabberwock. After a long measuring look he replied. "I find myself in reluctant agreement with the young Pittborn. It does rather lack the grace of draconic form. Terror without majesty, without wisdom."

    Something about the words resonates strangely, or rather in too familiar a manner. Now that you can see the fey dragon without the distraction of its thrashing motions you realize it only has four limbs, like a Valyrian Drake as they were formally called, or a lesser dragon in more common parlance. What was it doing here in this realm of ageless forms older by far than Valyria? You ask aloud yet none of the others can guess, beyond Ser Richard grumbling about 'fey bullshit smelling like honey and roses'.

    "Old as the mountains, young as dew drops we are," the voice of the sprite you had spoken to before calls out from behind the head of the most distant vilderavn. "You look in too late a year, yet too early in the day."

    "So something that happened west of Valyria and in recent days than?" Vee asks shrewdly. "Something that happened in the Sunset Lands maybe, but how would that make..." she cuts herself off. "You're supposed to be old stories not new, fled from the world when magic died."

    "So we were, so we are," the gold-clad fey agrees. "And yet some tales grand enough there were to echo beyond the veil even in our absence. They were told and retold in hushed whispers and coded letters across a continent. So tell me mortals, can you now guess where the dragon comes from, its attendants also?"

    What do you reply?

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    OOC: I had a pretty complex battle plan, but it all depended on at least the dragon not being petrified on the first round, but it missed its save so you guys get the whole trophy set.
     
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    • [:V] "Baleful Polymorph!"

    @Goldfish?
    Please reply with a definitive no-bullshit capture plan.

    I don't like this thing.
    It's mindblanked, it's speaking in riddles, and it's Fey.
     
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    not going to lie DP. I am pretty sure people will disagree, but I think you should just fudge these kind of rolls that can be anticlimactic. I know you are pretty fair and don't like that but I felt it had to be at least said.
     
    that seems like a bad idea to me. if they are from the gold court which is a definitive maybe then souring any chances to loot the remains is not what i want to do
     
    DragonParadox said:
    "I find myself in reluctant agreement with the young Pitborn. It does rather lack the grace of draconic form, terror without majesty, without wisdom."
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    DragonParadox said:
    "So we were, so we are," the gold-clad fey agrees. "And yet some tales grand enough there were to echo beyond the veil even in our absence. They were told and retold in hushed whispers and coded letters across a continent. So tell me mortals can you now guess where the dragon comes from, its attendants also?"
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    Aegon's Conquest and The Field of Fire, maybe?
     
    Acolyte said:
    not going to lie DP. I am pretty sure people will disagree, but I think you should just fudge these kind of rolls that can be anticlimactic. I know you are pretty fair and don't like that but I felt it had to be at least said.
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    It's the nature of SoD spells, if i fudged the dice every time one of those got in the way of a scene I would be fighting the basic system o D&D combat.
     
    it's Aegon and the 4 wardens of the North, South, West and East. A dragon without wisdom and the 4 disloyal servants who stand at cardinal directions
     
    DragonParadox said:
    Crimson Flames and Golden Riddles ​

    Nineteenth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

    As the moment twists into stillness, tendrils of shadow burst from the ground, coiling around victims they cannot yet snare, almost touching. You need your next spell to linger and so it does, by memories not quite yours. Rarely has fire been more carefully wrought, a spell of destruction more carefully pruned. You pour into it your will and your desire to see the enemy undone, to wither flesh and kindle bone. At last you take wing over your foes and spill onto them a torrent of flame fit to burn flesh and sorcery alike..

    Like a sleepwalker startled into motion time jerks into being. The fire burns, but it does not wholly consume. The jabberwock screeches in a thousand tongues and none while the reminder of your foes, realizing their peril direct call out four songs of unraveling, stronger than you had anticipated they might be... too late. The spell triggers and the entire chamber is fire searing bright and roaring even over the voice of the strange 'dragon', if dragon you can name it.

    Silence falls, the scene caught forever in gleaming dragonglass and for a moment no one speaks, mages with spells still upon their lips, Erinyes with bows nocked.

    "Damn, I'd ask to leave something for the rest of us to fight, but that's one shit-ugly dragon," Maelor says with a shaky laugh. Amrelath lands besides the still form of the jabberwock. After a long measuring look, he replies, "I find myself in reluctant agreement with the young Pitborn. It does rather lack the grace of the draconic form, terror without majesty, without wisdom."

    Something about the words resonates strangely, or rather in too familiar a manner. Now that you can see the fey dragon without the distraction of its thrashing motions you realize it only has four limbs, like a Valyrian Drake as they were formally called, or a lesser dragon in more common parlance. What was it doing here in this realm of ageless forms older by far than Valyria? You ask aloud yet none of the others can guess, beyond Ser Richard grumbling about 'fey bullshit smelling like honey and roses'.

    "Old as the mountains, young a dew drops we are," the voice of the sprite you had spoken to before calls out from behind the head of the most distant vilderavn. "You look in too late a year yet too early in the day."

    "So something that happened west of Valyria and in recent days then?" Vee asks shrewdly. "Something that happened in the Sunset Lands maybe, but how would that make..." she cuts herself off. "You're supposed to be old stories not new, fled from the world when magic died."

    "So we were, so we are," the gold-clad fey agrees. "And yet some tales grand enough there were to echo beyond the veil even in our absence. They were told and retold in hushed whispers and coded letters across a continent. So tell me, mortals, can you now guess where the dragon comes from, its attendants also?"

    What do you reply?

    [] Write in

    OOC: I had a pretty complex battle plan, but it all depended on at least the dragon not being petrified on the first round, but it missed its save so you guys get the whole trophy set. Not yet edited.
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    Here's an edited version of the chapter, DP.
     
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    DragonParadox said:
    "So we were, so we are," the gold-clad fey agrees. "And yet some tales grand enough there were to echo beyond the veil even in our absence. They were told and retold in hushed whispers and coded letters across a continent. So tell me mortals, can you now guess where the dragon comes from, its attendants also?"
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    Well I don't know about the dragon but a bunch of ravenlike infiltrators seem like an obvious reference.
     
    This was anticlimactic, but welcome

    Is this enough for Yss' Divine poison? Garin and Tyene could use something spicy to shiv Tiamat the next time.
     
    that or it's aegon/our house and Measter what with the chain of copper and lead in a circle on the ground and the raven look. either works
     
    I'm terrible with riddles, always have been.

    Would make an awful Ravenclaw that couldn't get through the damned door, so would probably end up in Slytherin, shortly thereafter murdering obnoxious children in their sleep.
     
    Rovos said:
    that or it's aegon/our house and Measter what with the chain of copper and lead in a circle on the ground and the raven look. either works
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    Yes it could also be a reference to the Maesters but I can't think of what would be a legend about the Maesters, they mostly go out of their way to avoid notoriety. Then again it does say hidden whispers and coded letters.

    So it's actually obviously about the Maesters, because they are basically the only people in Westeros who send coded letters. The lords are too illiterate. It's about something the Maesters did and kept secret from everyone, but they themselves talked about it quite a bit.

    My first guess is the poisoning of Balerion, but it could be any of the other sabotage done to Targaryen kings.
     
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    Duesal said:
    Now what do we do with a CR 23 sacrifice?

    But first things first, hunt Perestan ASAP after gathering the statues.
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    Well the Fungal template, is supposed to be added by a being becoming infected by Fungal spores, maybe we could infect it with Fungal spores, to get a CR24 Fungal creature, said creature probably wouldn't be as useful as the one we make in the forge, as with being a normal Fungal creature, it wouldn't have the same loyalty, and would have the reproductive urge of Fungal creatures.

    But it would be a splendid guardian, normal fungal creatures just stay in their lair until something approaches, so if we have something we want no one around, we can plant the Fungal Jabberwock there, have him attended by a few dozen Fungal creatures from the forge(he wont attack them, and they can warn non-fungal beings away) and anything that want to steal whatever he's protecting have to defeat a CR24 creature.

    Such a guardian would be sufficient for a Heart Tree in the wilds of Hellven I think, we don't want to grow a tree there, as protecting it would take PC attention, but a Fungal Jabberwock would be enough, that I think the old gods would agree that we have provided sufficient protection for the tree, which would mean that even if it got destroyed, they wouldn't blame us much, as it wasn't destroyed due to neglect.
     
    [X] "What an unflattering image their stories paint of me. I take it this is a lesson that the Golden Court wanted to impart before revealing itself?"
     
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