A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
- Thread starter DragonParadox
- Start date
-
- Tags
- a song of ice and fire a sword without a hilt d&d 3.5 dungeons & dragons 100% high octane dragon fuel ave corvidae battle action dragon diplomacy best sister bureaucromancy delicious soul-stuff dragon dreams come true dragon ta'veren greatest uncle hubris is a coward's word in defiance of gods and men mammon's folly mutually assured mage's disjunction qm murderhobo top tier coatl
- Location
- United States
@DragonParadox, who's her warlock patron?
- Location
- Germany
@DragonParadox, so what's the overall body count?
Just the elder daughter or did he have other children that had already perished when the Septon found them?
Also, cyanide is poison poison, not medicine poison, so it's looking rather pre-planned.
Just the elder daughter or did he have other children that had already perished when the Septon found them?
Also, cyanide is poison poison, not medicine poison, so it's looking rather pre-planned.
Usizil is not sure, but whatever it is, it must be mediated though her existence and the deed she just performed. Since she is unbound to Hell she at least knows it can't just be an Archduke or something. The fact that the first least invocation is devil's sight does say some interesting things.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say Usizil, though I thought that Fiendish patrons were usually only the most powerful of demons or devils, like demon lords and whatever their devil counterparts are called.
Lord Trant also had a son and a younger brother, both dead before the septon found them.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Maybe they had rat problems? IDK.
Also, Sweet Viserys Targaryen, he killed off, including himself I presume, ⅔ of his immediate family. We're definitely going to try that wretch as a kinslayer.
Last edited:
Also for anyone wondering why the younger daughter could not be saved when her heart just gave out, it's because magic has a rather narrow sense of what death is. No heartbeat means you are dead and a corpse obviously can't be the target of neutralize poison
I'm assuming "the flames of Phlegethos" is just a metaphor rather than a hint that the girl's patron is a resident of the fourth layer of the Nine Hells?
- Location
- United States
Somewhere, Mereth realizes she has a fangirl.
- Location
- ?????????
Mom and Anne Trant survived. Everyone else is dead.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Could CPR or another means of physically restarting someone's heart give a narrow window where they could be revived by ordinary healing magic?
It is literally that shade of red, Usizil recognizes it. What it might mean she is not sure.
Yes, but no one present had the skill.
Last edited:
- Location
- ?????????
If that's not sufficient trauma I don't know what is
Jack vile Ripper
The swellest guy in Creation.
- Location
- Indonesia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Trant Lord is dead? It thought only his elder daughter and both of his sons are dead.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Also, I guess this means that Anne Trant joins Jorel and Richard Lonmouth in the very exclusive club of people who died or 'died' and then were revived without the use of actual resurrection magic? I don't think Viserys technically counts, my guess is that Timmy just rezzed/revived him using resurrection magic of some form.
Last edited:
- Location
- Germany
We have Trant himself though?
After this little show I'd be willing to raise him to Undeath only to judge him again.
- Location
- United States
She wanted to go to Yss and have him bind her to him so the process would be stopped. Either that happened offscreen or she's still in suspended animation in a bottle.
Btw, I would like to visit Heaven again after this and browse the markets.
No he is still alive and was brought on board the ship.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
That makes me wonder... what, if any, spells could be used in order to restart someone's heart? Shocking Grasp and TK would be the most viable for that, IMO.
- Location
- ?????????
Excellent. Time for a trial.
Jack vile Ripper
The swellest guy in Creation.
- Location
- Indonesia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Add that with the fact that he just murdered his own progeny. The man would suffer knowing that he just became what is considered to be the worst Monster in Westerosi society.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Angels of a Broken World
Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Usizil was displeased at having to debark the Dawnstar and accompany the sorcerer and his clattering scroll cases into the pile of loose stone and kindling the locals dubiously considered a 'fortification'. Though her wings might be steel now and not bloodstained black, she found no pleasure in playing guardian to a nursemaid when there was battle close at hand this night. She could not, however, fault Tirael's logic that she would be the most able to gather reinforcements should there be need of them. There shouldn't be any such need, of course. There wasn't a real organized foe within two-hundred leagues of Gallowsgrey, but then again as her own powers showed, two-hundred leagues or even a thousand were easily bridged.
"We should be careful of the septon, my, er... lady. He is unlikely to understand..." said the sorcerer, Jon Girsman, she thought his name was, in his broad Reacher accent. That was likely why he had been chosen from among the mages aboard. The familiarity with the local power structures did have its limitations, however...
"I do not care about what his religion preaches about my nature, I do not care about the opinion of his ecclesiastical superiors, nor his gods most holy," Usizil cut him off mentally. "You are here to make sure the lady of the House and her daughters make a full recovery. I am here to ensure all the blood stays in your body while you are doing so."
He gulped as though the danger had not occurred to him before.
Sometimes the steel-winged Fury wondered what they taught mages in those marble halls of learning. Surely it must be more than the bare underpinnings of magic. "We are about to walk into a place where a man poisoned his entire family rather than submit to Imperial authority. It is reasonable to assume he was not alone in his sentiments and that others of like mind might be inclined to take a more violent path, fruitless as it may be in the end."
The septon, as it turned out, was not a problem, too overcome by grief and shock to question anything from his former lord being carried bodily to the Dawnstar to legionnaires taking possession of the keep with practiced ease. They, like all the contingents selected for this duty, had cut their teeth on doing the same in the halls of Essosi magisters, and if anything the lack of slaves waiting to rise up and burn the masters in their beds just made the task easier.
Usizil only got a glimpse of the process as she hastened into the keep and up the narrow steps to the solar where the deed had been done. The servants had been afraid to move any of the surviving Trants. The smell of bitter almonds hit her before she had even reached the open doorway. Cyanide, not an inventive poison, but an effective one, she would grant. Two women and one girl were slumped over a table, glasses of tainted wine dribbling onto the carpet like blood, from an impossible battle. Such a waste of lives free under the sun...
Unrolling a scroll, the mage reached out towards the elder daughter, but Usizil stopped him. "I cannot hear a heartbeat, she is gone already. The mother is fading fastest of the remaining two."
The sound of arcane chanting filled the air as the runes upon the parchment smoked with cleansing fumes. The mother had barely started stirring when the mage moved on to her last surviving child. Yet it may be too late, the soft thump of the child's heartbeat stuttered and faded. "Stay awake!" Usizil as 'loud' as her mind voice could climb in the inner world, a command such as had cut through many a bloody battlefield.
The faltering heartbeat thumped once... twice... thrice. It was enough.
As the girl opened bleary eyes, she looked at Usizil, and with the deep sight that the nearness of death sometimes gifted, saw through her false form. "Are you an angel come to save us?"
The full answer would have taken an age of the world to recount, and so she answered simply. "Yes."
Soft blue eyes blinked up at her still blind to the death and ruin her father had wrought, and then to the Fury's surprise in them kindled a spark of crimson, familiar in power, bright as the flames of Phlegethos. Sight beyond darkness for those who would dwell within it.
"What..." the ship's mage started, but a look from Usizil cut him off without a word. "Still the power, child." This would be a matter for the Headmistress of the Scholarum to solve.
OOC: This interlude was unlikely to ever exist. First I did this roll for general survival and this one for weird and magical happenings, in this case becoming a warlock from being called by from the brink of death by a devil.