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

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Roose better toe the line. If it came down Between the head of the sclorium mages and any of the dukes, I know who we will back.
 
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Her husband paused and Tita gave his chair the slightest nudge with her foot, quietly wondering at which point she had become the most socially capable person in the family.
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Pffft Holy shit. Tita is an icon cackled at this line and her literally kicking Rose's chair.

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@Goldfish
Very minor note, but could we use a cheap, mass-producible silent alarm?

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A light spell that can be seen from afar, but only by allies.
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Is Four Wind Fantasy typically balanced? Azel already noted the utility is a bit high for Level 1 spell slot.
 
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Interlude MLXIV: A Binding in Sun and Shadow
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    • A Binding in Sun and Shadow ​

    Sixteenth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC

    The Circle of Battle had seen the battles of angels and devils, it had seen dragons and giants, purists and champions of the blade facing one another over the sands for gold and for glory, but it had never seen a show quite like the one that would be put on a day before the official opening of the Curia. When it became known among the highborn and the well-connected that Maelor, the Shadow's Son, would be making an appearance in the Circle, whispers were sent flying wild for it was uncommon indeed for any Companion to show themselves on the sands. "Count'em on the fingers of one hand," the old Deepsmen would say to any who might ask.

    The speculation only burned all the hotter for the fact that this was a Companion of which little was known and much spoken of.

    The Lady Lya was of course known as the mother of the Scholarum and the queen to be, some even said the one who taught the Imperator magic. Ser Lonmouth and young Ser Royce were warriors of great repute while the Grand Inquisitor and Lord High Justice were known from their forays at court, for all their foreboding manner. As to the ladies Sandviper and Cox, while they may not be equally famous, or infamous as the case might be, their place at court was well-known and easy enough for the newcomers to understand. It was said that Wisdom Xor's strange name hid a stranger nature, but how strange could the smiling scholar truly be? No worse than the girl who molded flesh as a one might mold wet clay, and certainly he did not glare so fiercely.

    But no, it was not the Companion who was most open to meeting new folk who caught the imagination afire, it was the silver-haired young man with the horns of gold born of the blood of dragons and that of fiends who drew many an eye, intrigued, curious, or wary. Young lords of high daring sought him out for drinks and those with an interest in the arcane found him less intimidating than some Companions to address, and some lords of a perhaps less pious bent were considering if devil's blood in the family was worth the price of royal favor.

    Now another might have shied away from all the greedy gazes of the world, but though Maelor Golden Horn was many things, shy and retiring was not one of them. If they wanted to talk about him, then he would give them something talk about that was not speculation about whose bastard he might or might not be.

    It would be the kind of show that only one with friends in very high places, friends with power over time itself, would dare put on in front of so many of the notables of the realm.

    ***​

    Of all the dragons spoken of in the song and tale of the Seven Kingdoms, Meleys the Red Queen was the one who most recalled the coloring of her ancient forebears, and no small measure of their fierceness, for it had taken the combined might of Sunfyre and the venerable Vhagar to slay her, and it was said then when her head had been paraded through the streets of King's Landing by the victorious Greens, the smallfolk had been awed to silence. How much more impressive then, to see her fierce and wild, copper horns flashing under the sun as she looked down upon the bloody sands?


    Red flared the eyes of the young sorcerer in the shadow of the dragon, and he did not quail as she took to the air above him, for of that shadow he forged his own tattered wings and rose up to meet her. In one hand he bore a scepter of black iron that seemed to drink in the light and in the other he held a small crystal vial. Some of those watching would later swear he laughed as the dragon's fire enveloped him and then in a high clear voice he claimed his mastery over the beast in the tongue of wizardry that it was said dragons of old did speak as he tossed the vial into the dragon's maw and came to fly first beside it, then upon it, without saddle or harness for what need has one with wings of his own to fear the long fall?

    Three times he circled the arena and then landed in its midst and dismounted. With an elegant bow and a wink to the stands, he said, "I hope you have all been entertained by our humble showing."

    Meleys snapped in agreement, for well had she been named a queen. Unseen in the high box, the young princess rolled her eyes fondly.

    OOC: Maelor had a bit of steam to blow off from all the hiding and skulking you had him do. Don't worry about the ritual being public, the words he said aloud were mummery (albeit one you had to speak Draconic to fully understand). He used message to say the actual words of binding into her ear. Even when Maelor is being a show off, he is still being at least a bit sneaky.
     
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    • A Binding in Sun and Shadow ​

    Sixteenth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC

    The Circle of Battle had seen the battles of angels and devils, it had seen dragons and giants, purists and champions of the blade facing one another over the sands for gold and for glory, but it had never seen a show quite like the one that would be put on a day before the official opening of the Curia. When it became known among the highborn and the well-connected that Maelor, the Shadow's Son, would be making an appearance in the Circle, whispers were sent flying wild for it was uncommon indeed for any Companion to show themselves on the sands. "Count'em on the fingers of one hand," the old Deepsmen would say to any who might ask.

    The speculation only burned all the hotter for the fact that this was a Companion of which little was known and much spoken of.

    The Lady Lya was of course known as the mother of the Scholarum and the queen to be, some even said the one who taught the Imperator magic. Ser Lonmouth and young Ser Royce were warriors of great repute while the Grand Inquisitor and Lord High Justice were known from their forays at court, for all their foreboding manner. As to the ladies Sandviper and Cox, while they may not be equally famous, or infamous as the case might be, their place at court was well-known and easy enough for the newcomers to understand. It was said that Wisdom Xor's strange name hid a stranger nature, but how strange could the smiling scholar truly be? No worse than the girl who molded flesh as a one might mold wet clay, and certainly he did not glare so fiercely.

    But no, it was not the Companion who was most open to meeting new folk who caught the imagination afire, it was the silver-haired young man with the horns of gold born of the blood of dragons and that of fiends who drew many an eye, intrigued, curious, or wary. Young lords of high daring sought him out for drinks and those with an interest in the arcane found him less intimidating than some Companions to address, and some lords of a perhaps less pious bent were considering if devil's blood in the family was worth the price of royal favor.

    Now another might have shied away from all the greedy gazes of the world, but though Maelor Golden Horn was many things, shy and retiring was not one of them. If they wanted to talk about him, then he would give them something talk about that was not speculation about whose bastard he might or might not be.

    It would be the kind of show that only one with friends in very high places, friends with power over time itself, would dare put on in front of so many of the notables of the realm.

    ***​

    Of all the dragons recalled in the song and tale of the Seven Kingdoms, Meleys the Red Queen was the one who most recalled the coloring of her ancient forebears, and no small measure of their fierceness, for it had taken the combined might of Sunfyre and the venerable Vhagar to slay her, and it was said then when her head had been paraded through the streets of King's Landing by the victorious Greens, the smallfolk had been awed to silence. How much more impressive then, to see her fierce and wild, copper horns flashing under the sun as she looked down upon the bloody sands?


    Red flared the eyes of the young sorcerer in the shadow of the dragon, and he did not quail as she took to the air above him, for of that shadow he forged his own tattered wings and rose up to meet her. In one hand he bore a scepter of black iron that seemed to drink in the light and in the other he held a small crystal vial. Some of those watching would later swear he laughed as the dragon's fire enveloped him and then in a high clear voice he claimed his mastery over the beast in the tongue of wizardry that it was said dragons of old did speak as he tossed the vial into the dragon's maw and came to fly first beside it, then upon it, without saddle or harness for what need has one with wings of his own to fear the long fall?

    Three times he circled the arena and then landed in its midst and dismounted. With an elegant bow and a wink to the stands, he said, "I hope you have all been entertained by our humble showing."

    Meleys snapped in agreement, for well had she been named a queen. Unseen in the high box, the young princess rolled her eyes fondly.

    OOC: Maelor had a bit of steam to blow off from all the hiding and skulking you had him do. Don't worry about the ritual being public, the words he said aloud were mummery (albeit one you had to speak Draconic to fully understand). He used message to say the actual words of binding into her ear. Even when Maelor is being a show off, he is still being at least a bit sneaky.
    Made some additional edits to the chapter, @DragonParadox.

    Very cool, dude. Maelor isn't going to know what to think when the asses start coming to him rather than the other way around. 🤓
     
    Great update! I love this sort of look at Viseys and the companions through the eyes of others so much.

    Though it does remind me, we promised Maelor a fief and we spoke about King's Landing as an option but we appear (?) to have given that to the governess of the southern crownlands. So I have to ask what is the current plan with regards to land we are going to give him?
     
    In all honesty, Maelor is pretty much the last person who would take any joy from actually ruling anything. It's just diametrically opposed to his character.

    We should give him a good estate with a healthy investment portfolio. It amounts to the same economic benefits, but without the hassle attached.
     
    Smartphone said:
    Great update! I love this sort of look at Viseys and the companions through the eyes of others so much.

    Though it does remind me, we promised Maelor a fief and we spoke about King's Landing as an option but we appear (?) to have given that to the governess of the southern crownlands. So I have to ask what is the current plan with regards to land we are going to give him?
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    It was determined that Maelor would start hating existing if he had to spend significant amounts of time administrating hundreds of thousands of variably terrified or uneducated Westerosi.

    And that he would probably like the challenge of running a colony in the Lands of Long Summer where the place produces tons of research materials in the form of horrible monsters and undead (and plenty of stuff that can be tossed in the forge for raw materials or to replicate adaptations).

    Also, it would remind him of the City of Brass. :V
     
    I mean I get that he may not like actually ruling a place, but we did promise him land and Viserys is defined in part by keeping his promises. So I do feel we either need to have a talk with him like what we did with Gerold and Alinor, or have a vote on what we are going to earmark for him as at the rate things are going we will conquer and distribute away everything before we actually uphold our promise.
     
    Smartphone said:
    I mean I get that he may not like actually ruling a place, but we did promise him land and Viserys is defined in part by keeping his promises. So I do feel we either need to have a talk with him like what we did with Gerold and Alinor, or have a vote on what we are going to earmark for him as at the rate things are going we will conquer and distribute away everything before we actually uphold our promise.
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    There's no hurry. Maelor is still a kid and he hasn't expressed any interest in taking over a land anywhere recently. Landing him, if that's what he wants, can be something handled years down the line.
     
    Goldfish said:
    There's no hurry. Maelor is still a kid and he hasn't expressed any interest in taking over a land anywhere recently. Landing him, if that's what he wants, can be something handled years down the line.
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    Given the rate at which we are conquering and handing out land, I must disagree. As it seems to me we will have handed out everything of note in fairly short order, given we do not seem to have many places left to conquer and of those at least a few will likely come under our dominion through diplomatic means.
     
    Smartphone said:
    Given the rate at which we are conquering and handing out land, I must disagree. As it seems to me we will have handed out everything of note in fairly short order, given we do not seem to have many places left to conquer and of those at least a few will likely come under our dominion through diplomatic means.
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    As long as lands are under imperial administration there is nothing stopping you from handing it out later, those governors are there at the pleasure of the throne.
     
    We could (operative word: "could") give him a piece of land within the walls of the City of Iblis after we ousted the local Ruler.

    ...though, he might need to wait a little longer 'till our Warfront officially reached that plane of existence. Something like... a couple decades? A century, tops!
     
    Jack vile Ripper said:
    We could (operative word: "could") give him a piece of land within the walls of the City of Iblis after we ousted the local Ruler.

    ...though, he might need to wait a little longer 'till our Warfront officially reached that plane of existence. Something like... a couple decades? A century, tops!
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    Well that would need two things:
    1. That you somehow take the City of Brass which has stood defiant in the face of mighty foes for ages beyond the count of mortal men
    2. That in the taking of this dread place you play enough of a part to demand some part of it
    The City of Brass is end game not something you should be planning to hand out anymore than you have plans for the palaces of ice that gleam with Emptiness not black, but white untarnished as a snow-kissed grave waiting to swallow all that lives.
     
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