To be honest I would be fine using the CK2 map where it does not conflict with actual canon.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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To be honest I would be fine using the CK2 map where it does not conflict with actual canon.
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Would be funny if we ever found out how to promote our devils.
After all Erynies usually identify as female (I think DP even stated that at some point), but most of their possible promotion-forms are in majority male.
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Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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Mereth: *gets spontaneously promoted to Imperial!Cornugon through Imperial Deity connection*
Richard:
It's worth noting that most Erinyes don't want to get promoted like that. they tend to take class levels or the advanced template from sheer experience.
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As I've said, I'd rather drop most of those houses since they add literally nothing to the story. They often only exist as random knight's or historical figures in canon.
The random knights are easily dealt with, the house is just too small to be of note... the historical figures eh the houses could be dead, but I don't want to wipe out anything that could be a plot hook for later and I want to give each pincer of the invasion enough Houses to warn and/or take so that there is a sense of the very real lingering hesitancy on the part of some aspects of the Westerosi nobility to embrace their new dragon overlord.
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Sure, but they are not the only examples.
There are also Lilin and Gladiatrix and Munagola and Gylou as mostly-female Devils, while many other devils seem to be described as usually male.
So I would assume that, even aside from Erynies, at least some Devils go through changes of sex with their promotions.
Of course they could stick with one gender through all forms I guess, the Outsider's body is after all more easily shaped by the inner self than mortal flesh is (as seen most clearly in examples of alignment-changes bringing physical alterations), but the majority of devils do not seem to do this, but rather they seem fine with switching to the "normal" gender for their current form.
I think you mentioned once that a small minority of Erynies is male, as one example?
I don't recall that. I think I would like to keep them as female only for the sake of their mythological roots.
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God, there's like 70+ noble houses in Westeros. We need to start trimming the excess.
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finally caught up , it took me 3 weeks of binge reading from start to finish to read all the main thread marks from start to finish and boy was it one hell of a ride
Jack vile Ripper
The swellest guy in Creation.
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WELCOME TO A HIGHWAY TO HELLVEN, FRESHBLOOD!!! IT'S A LONG-WAY RIDE!!!
So, what's your impression about our community? Any special moment that you remembered?
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proper D&D midmaxing muchinkinary taken to the extreme and I love it
the reveal of broken heaven and the for shadowing that led up to it stuck with me for days
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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Welcome aboard. Always nice to see a newcomer catch up.
I hope to see you around the thread.
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Still need some info on the neutral Caro, Morrigan and Estermont.
Cafferen - Make them Marchers, but on the coast of the Sea of Dorne between Wyl and Stonehelm.
If the Estermonts are hostile, the Duskrunner should go:
Estermont -> Mistwood -> Weeping Town -> Cafferen -> Marches
If not, then:
Weeping Town -> Mistwood -> Cafferen -> Marches
Ok, going by this map as the closest thing we got to a source...
Byrch - Northern Crownlands - Legion
Bywater - Southern Crownlands - Send a raven and have the Dawnstar visit in the early morning if necessary.
Cressey - Last seen in 133 AC. Presumed extinct in the wild.
Edgerton - Literally nothing known except their heraldry. Not going to bother.
Follard - Since Hollard is sworn to Duskendale, I assume the map I linked made an error, so Southern Crownlands - Raven, Dawnstar
Harte - Somewhat notworthy, so they get to be in Blackwater Rush - Legion
Manning - Let's plop them down on the coast north of the Kingswood.
Pyne - The only thing known is that, at some point, one of them was a Kingsguard. Extinct.
Rollingford - Last seen 133 AC. Nope.
Chelsted - Recently spotted alive. Let's say in Blackwater Rush. - Raven, Legion
Rambton - The map places them on Masseys Hook, so let's go with that. Western shore of it, since that area is free. - Dawnstar
Sunglass - I'd plop Sweetport Sound on the small inlet west of the mouth of the Wendwater. That's a nice sound and a nice location for a castle. - Dawnstar
@DragonParadox, ok?
If so, then the path of the Dawnstar should be...
Parchments -> Rambton -> Sweeport Sound -> Follard -> Bywater
Should be in Rambton by 23:00
Update in beta.
Looks good, the Dawnchaster stopped by Trant, it can go to Ramton next.
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What about the Estermonts? Did they declare for us or not?
They did declare for you with a few hours to spare.
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Translation: They had someone watching the parade and reporting back to them by sending, then decided that this wasn't worth it.
Interlude MXVIII: Of Ravens and Hanged Men
Of Ravens and Hanged Men
Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Cortney Penrose had not known what to expect in the bowels of the sorcerous ship, the Dawnstar. The men who had come out of its holds had been as other men, Essosi sellswords given the black armor and red cloaks of the Dragon King, Imperator, he reminded himself. The name was foreign, but then so too would be the man for all he had been born in King's Landing and spent the first of his eight years there, a creature of Essos and its strange ways. At least he was not a slaver, the knight thought with some relief. One of men who had stepped forward from the sliver hatch still bore the scars of a slave collar around his neck, obviously one of those freed from bondage by the Dragon.
Much to his surprise he was also an officer. Shouldn't the more experienced men be in charge? He kept that question behind his teeth. It would annoy the man who would be effectively keeping his sons, his wife, and his sisters hostage against his oath. Perhaps the Dragon valued loyalty over experience, he could understand not wanting to trust the sorts of cutthroats who made up the 'Free Companies' of the Disputed Lands.
The sound of heavy booted feet scattered Cortney's thoughts like feathers in the wind. What fresh sorcery was this? Men armored as knights, each of them tall and deep-chested. In the space where the honest torchlight of the keep's armsmen and the witch-fire of the ship the armor gleamed to all the world as though it had been made of Valyrian Steel.
Madness to use such a thing for armor, a part of his mind insisted, though most of his attention was on who could be in those suits, some of those Companions he had heard so much about maybe? He knew Ser Richard Lonmouth was a fellow Stormlander, for whatever that was worth these days.
"Those the Imperator's Praetorians," the legionnaire next to him explained. "They won't be staying, but it's procedure to have them here for the sweep of the keep for any hidden dangers. It would reflect ill upon us should any harm come to your family while under the watch of Imperial troops."
Like most nobles of his stature, Cortney Penrose had a decent education in High Valyrian and even a bit in the history behind the tongue. Praetorians meant something like Kingsguard, but more to the tune of 'palace guard', a gathering of hundreds perhaps thousands of sworn guard. In his head Cortney quailed more than he had done at his father's talk of devils. Devils, after all, could be faced with faith in your soul and courage in your heart, but these were men and only the strength of men might face them.
***
There was something about the raven-headed man that drew the eye and soothed the mind, something about the gentle wisdom in his eyes. Cortney did not trust it, precisely because he seemed so trustworthy, but his father, perhaps because he had accepted that he was flying to his grave, fell into talking with this Tirael about how he had come to captain a... 'ship' in the Dragon's service. What he found out... what the man said was enough to make the mind recoil at the enormity of it. An archon, a sort of angel. What did you even say to that?
He lies, a small insistent voice inside Cortney's head spoke. It could not be true. One man could not have the fealty of angels and devils or else what did the words even mean? What was night and what was day in such a world?
Yet in his heart, in his soul, he knew it to be as true as the golden light from the little messenger spirit that spoke in gentle chiming tones. They were angels, so too was the captain and they knew of the presence of what they called 'our Fallen kindred' in Sorcerer's Deep. They did not object. Cortney Penrose collapsed into a seat and watched the world fly by the ship in enchanted glass.
***
He recognized Gallowsgrey Keep as soon as it showed over the horizon, towers sharp as claws raking at the heavens, set atop cliffs no man could climb save for a single narrow path that according to legend had been defended by a dozen stout men against a host of thousands. For all the good it would do Garret Trant against a flying foe. The warning was sent, the same that had woken Cortney not even half a bell ago, yet no answer was given. Surely the lord could not be so mad as to resist? His own garrison would serve him up to like a lamb to the slaughter... At the assigned time Tirael gave the order to shoot. They were steel bolts driven by steam apparently, not that it meant much to the lord and knight waiting with baited breath hoping that they would not have to witness a tragedy.
Ten minutes after the warning shot the banner atop the tallest tower was lowered, though it was not the lord of Gallowsgrey who showed himself upon the battlements. Instead a frantic septon stepped up and shouted: "Please help us, if you have any healing magic for the mercy of the Mother help us! Lord Garret has poisoned himself and his whole family rather than surrender! The Lord, the Lady, and their two eldest daughters yet have breath, but I do not know for how much longer..."
What does Tirael do?
[] Try to save everyone he can
[] Let the Lord die as he chose to, save the others
[] Write in
OOC: I hope this managed to balance reactions and plot advancement.
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Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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[X] Try to save everyone he can
Because this is what an angel would do if in position.
Also, I would think the presence of power armor should make Penrose feel better since it means men can be equipped with means to fight terrible things on their own. Just play the long game.
Because this is what an angel would do if in position.
Also, I would think the presence of power armor should make Penrose feel better since it means men can be equipped with means to fight terrible things on their own. Just play the long game.
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[X] Try to save everyone he can
You did not? Damn, that was a cool scene... I'll edit it in a bit.