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

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A shame that Sandor didn't activate his fire powers in response to shroud his armor in red flame. Gregors reaction would have been priceless.
 
The Black and the Gold ​

Eighteenth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

Clegane Keep was a miserable sort of place, that much Tyene had been expecting, a gray stone tower coming to a sharp point like a witch's hat rising atop a stony hill barely fit to raise sheep on. They said old Lord Lannister had been generous to a fault. Not enough of a fault, obviously, if he could only give the hound master who saved his life little more than the barest semblance of a keep. Five years ago the thought would never have crossed her mind. Of course, a lowly peasant only just elevated to lordship should start with something like this miserable pile of rocks.


After the last few years, after seeing those born to the most humble of circumstances rise and stand tall in the company of kings, she could now see this place for the mystery gift it was. "The life of a Lord Paramount was cheap in those days, wasn't it?"

The Hound barely seemed to hear her speaking. The eyes behind the helm of the heavy warden armor were unwavering, fixed upon the tower and its supposed 'lord'. Just like his namesake, she thought idly. Perhaps this day would see the last of the Hound and the birth of something... someone else. After all, men were born in blood, who is to say they could not be reborn in it?

"So do we march up to his door, break it down, and then watch Sandor break him?" Tyene's father asked, interrupting her thoughts. Glancing at the armored giant, he added in a sorrowful tone that Tyene imagined had won him back into the graces of many women, highborn and low. "Seeing as he won't share even a bit."

The First Praetorian was unsurprisingly made of sterner stuff. "No sense making a show of it and having servants get questioned by the Lannisters over the matter." They have been through enough just dealing with his brother, the tone clearly said. Even Tyene's father grew more somber at the thought. He knew just as well as she that it was not just the highborn who had suffered at the hands of Tywin Lannister's monster.

"We should scout the woods, find out when he's hunting," Sandor continued. "He likes to hunt alone ever since..." He trailed off before adding, with such hate Tyene could just make out a shudder through his armor, "Ever since he killed father."

At these words, Sarell bowed lower than Tyene had ever seen from her for anyone besides Viserys and simply said, "My sisters and I will find the time and place of your vengeance."

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Twenty First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

The Sisters of Vengeance were as good as their word. No path too hidden, no Golden Shield spy too sharp-eyed that they could not distract or remove entirely. So it was the the three of them came to be looking down at a forest path winding among oak and thornbrush. A perfect place to hunt boar or worse prey. A man in golden armor, cunningly wrought with symbols of earth and sun rode upon a great roan warhorse. While she may not recognize the steel, she certainly recognized the man.

Her father had pointed him out to her when she was seven, when he explained what Gregor Clegane had done. She had decided in a fit of youthful fervor that he would be the first man she would poison. Alas, some youthful dreams were meant to die.


"Gregor!" the Hound shouted in a voice that shook leaves from the trees. "Get off that fucking horse and fight me! Time to end this!"

The Mountain pulled on the reigns hard enough blood flew from the horse's mouth, and as he jumped off he slammed his fist above where his heart should have been, if he had such a thing. His armor blazed blue-white flame as he roared back, "Finally scraped up the guts to fight me have you? Fire's warm!"

Tyene, who had personally warded Sandor against fire beyond even what his praetorian's physiology could usually take, bit her lip to keep from laughing.

OOC: No vote this time, this is all Sandor, tactics included. Not yet edited.
Here's an edited version of the chapter, @DragonParadox.

Haha, Tyene sure was a precocious little monster, wasn't she? While other girls are thinking up names for the pony they want, or trying to convince their parents to buy them a new dress, she was already plotting her first murder. :grin2:
 
Goldfish said:
Haha, Tyene sure was a precocious little monster, wasn't she? While other girls are thinking up names for the pony they want, or trying to convince their parents to buy them a new dress, she was already plotting her first murder. :grin2:
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It's easy to miss in the company she keeps but yeah, she was always very ruthless and very willing to exploit every advantage to get her way. Going right back to the first interlude with her you can see that beyond her father, her sisters and to some extent the rest of her family she sees the world is pieces to be played. Her friends, Viserys and company just got added to the list.
 
DragonParadox said:
The Mountain pulled on the reigns hard enough blood flew from the horse's mouth and as she jumped off he slammed his first above where his heart should have been, if he had such a thing. His armor blazed blue-white flame as he roared back: "Finally scraped up the guts to fight me have you? Fire's warm!"
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Sandor, his entire armor of Imperial Steel igniting: "It is, isn't it?"

Why didn't you have him do that, by the way? Would have been the first time that feature was shown off. And been funny.
 
Don't we go more or less "Za Warudo" every time we use the spell that stops/slows time for us to do more actions before the enemy can react?
 
Zioneer said:
Don't we go more or less "Za Warudo" every time we use the spell that stops/slows time for us to do more actions before the enemy can react?
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We actually completely stop time for longer than Dio ever did. And we can bring another person into the Time Stop with us.

Also, upon seeing Gregor unleash his aura...

"This can only be the work of an enemy Mage!"
 
I hope this gets recorded for later.

Azel said:
On an unrelated note, I just noticed something.
Gregor will likely be wearing some shiny, golden armor, courtesy of Tywin, since he wants his most important minions to look presentable.
Meanwhile, Sandor is a walking tank in flaming black plate armor, swinging around a burning word the size of a man and speaking in a sinister, distorted voice due to it being projected by his suit.

Sandor is the good guy in that fight.
Got to appreciate the irony.
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As a 40K player this is something I am very used to especially if groups like the Carcharodons, Mortifactors or the Death Korps of Krieg are involved.
 
@Goldfish, something I just noticed when reading Timestop is that you can explicitly interact with anything that is not held, worn or carried by a creature. Is there any errate for this I'm unaware of or is that how it works?
 
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