egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
Current plan ⬇
Both some levelling for PCs in much need, and a proper extermination force cleaning up after them.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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- Location
- United States
They are going to be happy and well fed by the end of this.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Viserys: "Jon, I have a very important mission for you."
Jon: "Name it, and I'll get it done, Uncle."
Viserys: "Right. Catch these."
Jon, fumbling the jar: "... a rat? THE HELL IS THAT! There's two now!"
Viserys: "Yeeee-p. They do that."
Jon: "My first mission... is to hunt down multiplying shadow rats?"
Maelor, Dimension Dooring into the panel: "Everybody started from the bottom, kid."
Jon: "Even yo-"
Maelor: "Especially me."
Jon: "Did you start from the bottom, Uncle?"
Viserys: "... not inaccurate."
Jon: "Name it, and I'll get it done, Uncle."
Viserys: "Right. Catch these."
Jon, fumbling the jar: "... a rat? THE HELL IS THAT! There's two now!"
Viserys: "Yeeee-p. They do that."
Jon: "My first mission... is to hunt down multiplying shadow rats?"
Maelor, Dimension Dooring into the panel: "Everybody started from the bottom, kid."
Jon: "Even yo-"
Maelor: "Especially me."
Jon: "Did you start from the bottom, Uncle?"
Viserys: "... not inaccurate."
- Location
- ?????????
I imagine that we will probably exterminate the population if we do really well...unless a rat boss is born at which point...good luck
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
I have an inexplicable urge to make a "Mister Popo's Pecking Order"-joke but it refuses to form.
Imagine one here, thanks, bye.
ryuan
From Zero to Hero!
Other games had scenarios like Viserys awakening to magic count as "challenge mode".
At least two enemies right from start, one frightened non-combatant and almost no equipment on one of the most frail class at low levels.
MagnificentMind
To Live is to Suffer
I wonder what people would think when they find out Viserys basically sent Maelor on a mission to infiltrate what could easily be called hell by most people of Planetos despite him being at an age where most would still consider him a child at best
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Well, Viserys would say he was exiled at 8, learned how harsh the world was just after entering adolescence, became independently wealthy before what is usually counted age of majority for Westeros or Essos, and killed his first demon at 14-15.
Kind of hard to measure him or those he associates against common standards of decency.
Mind, certain forms of magic are much more common among those who are hermits living off the grid proportionally, but on the scale of the Imperium it does not really matter unless they later show up and get on the grid. There is also a certain sort of inquisition agent whose job it is to look through the swamps and deep forests of the realm chasing rumors of magical hermits.
Interlude CMXCI: Dauntless Deeds Part Three
Dauntless Deeds Part Three
Twenty Fourth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Aboard the Dauntless
The heat was almost unbearable, every breath labored as though taken inside an oven. Lor smashed against the searing metal wall at the back of the turret, the pain layering atop the sharp stabbing in his knee that he was dimly aware was probably a break of some sort. Eyes narrowed against the heat of the fire he searched for the priest, only to find his crumpled form on the floor still cradling the empty reliquary almost tenderly. Alive or dead, the gunner couldn't tell and it didn't much matter one way or the other.
I sure as shit can't heal him. Maybe the folks who swore by keeping a healing potion in their pocket weren't so crazy, after all, some small part of Lor's mind babbled as the heat seemed to sink into him like knives. As he staggered upright against the wall, his eyes were drawn to a shard of blackness against the floor and about the only spot of cold in the room... the shard-thing, the weapon of the Red God.
Remembering the words of the priest, Lor tore the sleeve off his left arm and wrapped it around his hand, grabbing onto the golden sabot. New pain shot through his arm, then deadened almost instantly. So that was what it was like to be burning and freezing at the same time...
He could still move his arm at the shoulder, just barely. Guided by instinct born of countless drillsb he shoved the shard of crystal into the cannon.
***
The Rim of the Caldera
Carston watched in mute horror as the fire engulfing the Dauntless narrowed into a thin beam too bright to look upon. It has to still be there, the fire has to be hitting something, he thought, more prayer than conviction, as the fire spilling onto the ground was melting stone where it fell beyond the holy wards of the army.
"Keep recording!" his voice did not sound cool and collected. It barely sounded like his own voice at all. Seeing his assistant hesitate, he grabbed the tripod of the mirror and lifted it over the rim again, showing everyone on the network the awesome and dreadful sight of every single crystal above the palace projecting flames and focusing them into that one terrible beam. Like an apprentice's spell, some small part of the reporter noted, simple in form, terrible beyond words in power.
***
Aboard the Dauntless
Nearly blind from the white-hot glow of the walls, left arm hanging useless at his side, Lor reached for the lever to fire the gun. Behind him, the priest stirred at some point. Not dead then, good. There was praying, a familiar prayer from Lor's youth, about the strength of faith and and how through it all things may be endured. Without quite knowing why, desperate and near delirious, he joined in. The words were right. In this place and in this time, they were true as they had never been when he was a boy.
Clank, came the familiar sound of the lever being pulled as Lor collapsed onto the floor with it the last of his strength spent. The last words to pass his dying lips were: "I did it."
As though in a dream, the searing heat of the fire turning to soothing warmth, he heard back: "You did well."
***
The Rim of the Caldera
The terrible line of light trembled the slightest amount, and then under Carston's gaze and the gaze of the mirror he bore, something strange happened. From a few spots near the center of the caldera, the lava began to rapidly solidify, suddenly bring a halt to the moving segments of the palace. The gems lost their luster and fall to the ground one by one like dried seeds as the wave of fire ripples to naught.
A few moments later the entire caldera grew cold, all the jewels fallen and from the center of it all a great wail rose such as had never before been heard by mortal ears. There is rage to it surely, but there is also loss and sorrow beyond what the minds and hearts of men can hold.
The sound is punctuated by a familiar explosion... then another and another as the first fades. The Moonchaser drops bombs as they begin their final run on the palace, Carston realized and dutifully narrated to the mirror even as he turned instrument and eye to the place where the Dauntless had been... where the Dauntless was hanging there in the air with one side still glowing white hot and steel dripping from its side like candle wax, particularly in one part near the center where a deep trench had been cut from the side to the top. But it was still flying and it was not retreating. Instead, the skyship turned and fired with the batteries on its starboard side.
OOC: Since I know you guys are going to ask, Lor and the priest with him have been not only killed but vaporized by the heat of the fire as it obliterated their turret.
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- Location
- Germany
A bit straightforward for a Feyqueen, but it almost worked at least.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
Well, that wasn't the stoic "Dauntless holds the strongest the Fey Queen has to offer and comes out unmarred"-visage we hoped for, but it's still a pretty big win PR-wise.
Let alone an actual win, Divine Combat-wise.
Even if in truth the ship is only there still because R'hlor's pawns were chanting litanies of Protection all the way.
Dauntless would need some serious repairs in the coming pre-Recinquest days.
Let alone an actual win, Divine Combat-wise.
Even if in truth the ship is only there still because R'hlor's pawns were chanting litanies of Protection all the way.
Dauntless would need some serious repairs in the coming pre-Recinquest days.
For anyone wondering the last words Lor hears are from and angel of the Red God who is about to spill the beans on some multiversal truths about what happens to souls of those without divine protection and then offer him a place besides the Lord of Light. Actions count for a lot in this instance.
- Location
- France
I understand why you posted that, but holy shit is it musically terrible. Who thought that writing, singing and posting that would be a good idea?
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
Not Stringstorm, sadly.
Emperor TTS grabs music from many different sources, some more talanted than others.
(on the other hand, it is also supposed to be bad in-cahracter. Kinda?)
I can edit it out if the thing's so bad on your ears..?
It was mostly for shitpost's point.
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- Location
- Germany
R'hllor was preventing here from noticing the shards until the very moment they had to be taken out of their reliquaries. She simply didn't have a chance to do anything except to use blunt force to neutralize that threat. Which resulted in a power struggle that she could not win. She was being outplayed here.
Jack vile Ripper
The swellest guy in Creation.
- Location
- Indonesia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
*sigh*
The same cannot be said for our gaping and melted off airship hull. Though, I'll take that victory.
- Location
- Germany
Yes, bad situation for her.
I had one other idea with a more subtle attack against out ships, but that would have taken more time to use than she was given here.
Still, maybe something to happen eventually from another enemy.
- Location
- Germany
Memory of Function is a thing. The only things on a AG-vessel that are hard to replace are the engines, the crew, and highly enchanted components like on the bridge. Everything else is easily fixed by a few spells. The damage is trivial, which is why the commander isn't even bothering to retreat.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Made some additional edits to the chapter, DP.
- Location
- Germany
I guess we can buy the powdered Skymetal somewhere?
- Location
- Germany
We've been using magical reagents for that. @Goldfish even had a drydock enchanted to do these repairs without a caster.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Not only is it a thing, it's something built into our Skydock repair facility, along with three Rods of Greater Make Whole for less taxing repairs. All we have to do is feed it 2,000 IM worth of Adamantine and Mithral and anything short of completely vaporized ship components will be restored. Whatever damage remains can be repaired normally.
Skymetal in Pathfinder includes Adamantine and Mithral.