It is worth noting that while Marid can be assholes they are also quite attached to their freedom, even more than the Djinn who at least have their morals to temper the desire to be as free as the wind. All but the most disreputable Marid would see the notion of gaesing your servants and allies with deep disdain.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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It is worth noting that while Marid can be assholes they are also quite attached to their freedom, even more than the Djinn who at least have their morals to temper the desire to be as free as the wind. All but the most disreputable Marid would see the notion of gaesing your servants and allies with deep disdain.
I entirely forgot how much fun Siduri is! We really need to see more of her. Is it wrong I want her flirting to be too effective and have her need to deal with the attentions of a 'Lord Piss Poor'.
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Ha! Tywin's constant cruelty backfires once again!
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Tywin Lannister sours the relationship of a lucrative and beneficial foreign state. News at Eleven.
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Mallister: Whatever wind he had in him has gone out of him after being subject to magical enslavement via Lannisters. Also, it seems pretty likely his dad was murdered by Lannisters.
Piper: Yes, but might dip their banners once they see how fast everyone else got rolled.
Deddings: Too stupid to live, probably. Aegon torched their first castle? And they're doing this AGAIN? Taking the wrong lessons from history.
There is also the Vances, both Houses.
We were kinda counting on those two not surrendering.
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Why? I know there was a reason but I have forgotten.
Edit: This house did defeat the Hammer of Justice but that isn't really grounds for execution.
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~*After the Disastrous Not Invasion*~
Marids: That was a cockup on your(1) guys part. Teach your guys how to make wishes and you might get your money's worth next time you hire us
Tywin: *does his best Stannis impression in teeth grinding* my goddamn useless and traitorous subordinates are the cause of failure!!! I need to exercise more control since I'm the only one with any competence around!!! Ring up the Geas Machine
Marids: ha. ha wut.
Tywin: geas intensifies
Marids: dude Holy shit. it was one lost fight. What the hell??? Yeah I'm bailing
(1)what you think they'd accept any blame?
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The Seven may want to give an angelic host for us to fight because I am a tad concerned that we can't keep our deal with the Old Gods.
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Wait. The Vances are opposing us too?
They are not planned for since DP didn't mention them when I asked which houses still wanted to fight us.
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They're descended from a line of Andal Conquerors. They did enough to qualify for a Grudging.
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I guess they dipped their banners, then. I just assumed they'd resist if Piper and Mallister didn't go to the coronation or capitulate immediately if we sent the IAF to their door.
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Even if we don't get to kill angels, I'm sure the scheme to dissolve the council of the Most Devout and depose the High Septon should be enough to humble the Faith.
Hopefully after that they just agree to lick their wounds and focus their remaining strength against enemies outside the Imperium, like Deep Ones or Others or Drow, etc.
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The Drow are starting to hit the fringes of the Imperium so far. At some point that could come to a head...Lolth is another grudge match with Yss
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Yeah. I was rather annoyed that we didn't get to kill them for the Old Gods, since the Vances should count a lot.
At this rate, we might have to do something unpleasant to the Great Sept of Baelor or the High Septon and the Most Devout.
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I am getting pretty worried about that. I hoped they'd mostly stay silent in the Underdark but now we find out Cersei was a Lolth cultist of all things? We need to approach that disaster assuming the Drow know about us and our growing control of the surface. Hopefully we don't find out about them in the aftermath of an invasion of Snakeport or something.
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@DragonParadox have the Vances dipped their banners or are they still going to fight?
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I've just checked since they are one of those houses we have no location for and it was actually Maegor who burned down their castle during the Faith Militant business.
@DragonParadox, can we just retroactively send the Gladius to deal with them? The Vale had a lot fewer targets to hit than expected, so peeling off one of the vessels would have made sense. Since you never mentioned the Gladius or Spatha by name, it wouldn't break continuity.
Sure, that works.
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Perfect. Then it should be able to help out in the northern Crownlands by early morning, say 02:00 or so. Though I suspect that most northern Crownlanders will have surrendered by then anyway, since Wyverns making supersonic passes at their keeps and an Erinyes announcing that Legion will be along within a few hours should do the trick there.
By the way, about the Drow. I have an idea that we will meet them when we conquer Norvos. Here is very interesting information:
Vote closed. I'm going to try to get that third update, but it will probably be short. I can feel a headache coming on.
Interlude MXXXI: The Damsel and the Dream
The Damsel and the Dream
Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Patrek Mallister had lived the last two weeks in hell, one all the more dreadful for being furnished with the accountants of his familiar life. He said good morning to his lady mother each day, and he rode down from the castle to Seagard on Smith's Day to see what his folk had been doing and to be seen doing the rounds. He sparred in the yard in the afternoon and read through the ledgers in the evening... and it was all a lie. The words that came out of his mouth were not of his choosing, and the path his feet were set upon were not of his will. He was a puppet dancing on threads of silver and lies. As though in a dream where he could see where he was meant to exit the stage.
Father above, they are going to sacrifice us all and not even blink at it.
Though the young lord had hoped and prayed with all his heart that at least the strange envoys from the Rock would have the sense to guard their own lives and thus the lives of his folk in the bargain, that grew fainter with every moment since the skyships had come. The bastards could probably just dig into the earth and be gone quick as snapping your fingers.
Why the fuck had he taken the damn armor? Did he hope it would save him from sharing his father's senseless death? Did he hope it would make him the warrior lord he had never been instead of the fraud he felt like?
The answers felt so distant now, like a song heard from the bottom of a well. He could just sleep, just let the strains of silver music take him and it would not hurt anymore.
Then she appeared... literally out of thin air she appeared by what could only be magic, a woman with hair of spun silver and eyes of amethyst. She was not alone of course, there was a man with her as well who bore a bravo's sword and a smile twice as sharp, but Patrek had eyes only for her. He was quite proud of the fact that when the crushing silver mind was cut from him he managed to ask: "Who are you people?" and not just ask the woman her name.
She gave it anyway: "I am Siduri of Sorcerer's Deep, he is Osyrx of the Shadows, and we are here to rescue you, my lord."
Part of Patrek bristled at the word 'rescue', for all it was accurate, and another part considered the fact that she had a beautiful name. Alas, most of his attention was concerned with not collapsing after he had been abruptly been given command of his own body again. "The armor is..."
"Sentient and malicious," the man introduced as 'of the Shadows', whatever the hell that meant, broke in dryly. "Does it have a name?"
"It was just armor," Patrek half gasped, half shouted as he kicked a piece of slowly mending silver on the floor. "I ordered armor from a trader with connections in the east. I never believed the stories in the parchments, but this..."
"The merchant was not from the east at all, but in the pay of the Lannisters. The armor was cursed to make you their creature," Siduri interjected gently. "Hurry now, you must stand down the garrison lest Tywin Lannister's will be done and your people are sacrificed at his whim."
Patrek hurried.
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By the time the skyships had raced overhead in the direction of Pinkmaiden, Lord Patrek Mallister was sitting in his solar with his two rescuers, his wary maester, and his relieved mother, trying to piece together just how his will had been so thoroughly subverted and what the thing wanted from him besides being Tywin's lapdog. Alas the answers were rather thin on the ground.
"The marks on the armor are celestial," Lady Siduri started after looking over the thing a long moment.
"From the heavens you mean?" Maester Rickard asked. "They are not of any constellation I know of."
"No, I mean there are some answers you probably do not want," she replied, getting up. "We cannot linger long as we are part of the reserve, fine as the tea is and fair the company." She curtsied to Patrek's mother who for some reason he could not fathom looked suspicious. House Mallister owed her a debt almost impossible to pay.
"I'll come with you to help p..." Patrek barely managed to cut himself off in time. "I wish to accompany you in your task to help in the Dragon's cause."
"First you must swear the oaths, then I am certain he will assign you a task worthy of your station and skills," she replied with a charming smile.
Patrek was certain she would, too.
OOC: Whoever called infatuation first have an internet cookie.
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Oh wow, the Faith joining with the Lannisters?
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