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

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Azel said:
*looks at Future!Qyburns sheet*


It's complicated.
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Undead Far Realm abominations?
 
haven't read this since January thanks for all the 'new' content dragonparadox. its what like 200+ chapters since then thanks.
 
Capybaras are awesome. There was a meme here that briefly made it the national animal as a video of one was published in which it drinks a traditional beverage quite enthusiastically.

I wonder what would be the Imperium's official animal? It probably has too many templates for the muggles to recognize anyway.
 
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egoo said:
Go full Stratholme on their asses.
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Extremely appropriate, now we just need for an outer god to show up and go "just as planned" like the guy did to Arthas.

Also, reminder that Arthas did nothing wrong.

I find Qohor extremely interesting, it's rare to see eldritch horror in a high fantasy setting. At least when the horror is more than just "eyes and tentacles".
egoo said:
Also, y'all speak of cleansing the place, Exterminatus'ing it, etc., but... how, exactly?
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Multiple Maximum Power SOTD followed by Weather control, Earthquakes and other Cataclysmic Spells?
Sure there won't be any survivors, but if you talk about genocide and exterminatus be prepared to do it seriously or not at all. None of that 80% bullshit.
 
Smartphone said:
This is literally industrial scale assembly line murder of sentient beings (even if they are Demons) to destroy our enemies. And honestly, given how valuable HD is to us and our feelings towards shinies I imagine this is only the start of our industrial scale harvesting of demons to fuel our war machine.

So, I feel that while I do not think we have quite crossed the line into Lawful Evil yet (as we do lack other meaningful options, they are Demons we are sacrificing, and the CoS must be stopped), I do feel we are definitely toeing it.
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.... they are demons (and devils). The worst of them are barely one floor away from being daemons, and that's because those are also suicidal to the extreme.

They're literally Evil given form, with the ones we recruit being the equivalent of the "weird kid in the corner", but it's hell so instead of being a psychopath they instead have the barest hints of a conscience.

How is Killing True Evil bad!? That's like saying that Doomguy is a monster for killing genocidal creatures that want to drown the multiverse under a hellish tide!

If anything, Viserys deserves a medal, or at least a pat on the back for his ingenuity on inventing a new, faster way to diminish the hosts of hell.

Is this a shitpost, or are you one of those who unironically call demons "mortally challenged"?
 
Zedred said:
.... they are demons (and devils). The worst of them are barely one floor away from being daemons, and that's because those are also suicidal to the extreme.

They're literally Evil given form, with the ones we recruit being the equivalent of the "weird kid in the corner", but it's hell so instead of being a psychopath they instead have the barest hints of a conscience.

How is Killing True Evil bad!? That's like saying that Doomguy is a monster for killing genocidal creatures that want to drown the multiverse under a hellish tide!

If anything, Viserys deserves a medal, or at least a pat on the back for his ingenuity on inventing a new, faster way to diminish the hosts of hell.

Is this a shitpost, or are you one of those who unironically call demons "mortally challenged"?
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I know better than to weigh in on a morality argument but I will say this much on the matter since it is a matter of IC lore , you guys did not diminish the power of the lower planes nor the number of Daemons in the multiverse since those are endless, the only sort of fiend that is not truly infinite is devils since being outnumbered by the hosts of the Abyss is their thing.
 
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Part MMMDCCLXXVIII: Memories and Marksmanship
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    • Memories and Marksmanship ​

    Twenty-Ninth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC

    "Hello, old friend. I thought you were dead!" you call back amused. Why not give these folk something more interesting to see than petty conjuring and fake 'monsters' after all?

    Beside you Lya giggles, though whether at the nonchalant tone you take or at the mephit's excited hopping up and down you could not say. "See, see! Kral not liar, Kral knew big dragon man when he not so big, when he boy in Braavos..."

    The crowd does not seem impressed, not that you can blame them. You look like a boy not yet twenty in robes that might mark you as one of the mages of the Scholarum it is true, but could just as easily indicate a skill at low magic, or even just the fashions of Volantis for whom those robes had been first designed. Your hair is silver after all, even if your accent gives away the touch of the Secret City.

    "He is actually telling the truth," you reply, letting the glamor drop for a moment and all the signs of arcane and temporal power, from the cloak of gold, to the crown upon your head, to Dark Sister belted at your waist, to shine true. An image seen in silvered light now brought to the world of common day, under the overcast skies of a thoroughly ordinary Braavosi day.

    Before the shock can wear off you explain. "It is rather hard to have a walk around old haunts with all eyes on you, particularly when one would rather keep one's own gaze to the person at your side." So saying you offer Lya a charming smile and with that the mood of the crowd turns from awe to laughter in an instant, faintly relived chuckles all around. Not so fearsome, nor so different now that you have such an understandable motivation as a man walking out with his betrothed and not wishing to be gawked at.

    Krall does not take to the shift in attention away from himself well. "I not dead. Traveled far and wide, all the way to the lands of the south and the lands of the North where the Big Gold Fire Woman lives, you know her yes?"

    "Bloom?" you ask confused. Speaking in Iggan, the tongue of fire in which he is far more adept, you ask. "What have you seen and done since you left Dorne and the company of the Red Viper, my friend? What have you learned?"

    In reply the little elemental draws a piece of wood from a pile stacked neatly at his side, part of his act, and flicks it with one clawed finger. There is a flicker of magic brighter and more focused than is common for his kin. "Krall is a wizard now, Scholarum approved," he adds with a touch of unaccustomed caution, at least as far as you are concerned. Magic is obviously not the only thing he had learned on his journeys. "Would have been useful killing bandits in swamp, yes?" he adds in the common tongue of the city.

    As he does so it seems to slowly dawn on his fellow circus members that some of the stories he had told about fighting alongside you and your companions must be true. You briefly struggle not to laugh at the expression on one bearded man's face as he realizes he will likely never know what is truth, what is exaggeration and what is bold faced lie.

    The circus master on the other hand, a steely eyed Dornishwoman whose weather-worn face marks her as one who had indeed traveled far and seen much and not just in these last years, looks positively overjoyed. She can just have Kral run his mouth for the crowds rather than do tricks, at least here in Braavos after the story spreads.

    "More useful than I was back then," Lya agrees. Turning to the crowd she adds. "I had a crossbow and a light spell..."

    "Can you still shoot a crossbow, Wisdom?" one boy in the audience asks boldly.

    "You know, I'm honestly not sure. I still recall the motions, but I have not done it in so long...."

    A crossbow is soon produced along with some targets, for a circus is not lacking in tests of skill, and the truth of the matter is soon revealed. While Lya is slow and somewhat shaky in getting the hang of the mechanisms again she still makes a decent shot... and then a good shot.... and then an exemplary one. It turns out that spending all that time marking people with arcane rays translates very well to putting a bolt on target.

    As ways to spend an afternoon go it is certainly not one you had anticipated, but you enjoy yourself just the same.

    What next?

    [] Write in

    OOC: Not sure I can get the next turn up today unfortunately, I will be quite busy.
     
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    Memories and Marksmanship ​

    Twenty-Ninth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC

    "Hello, old friend. I thought you were dead!" you call back, amused. Why not give these folk something more interesting to see than petty conjuring and fake 'monsters' after all?

    Beside you Lya giggles, though whether at the nonchalant tone you take or at the mephit's excited hopping up and down you could not say. "See, see! Krall not liar, Krall knew big dragon man when he not so big, when he boy in Braavos..."

    The crowd does not seem impressed, not that you can blame them. You look like a boy not yet twenty in robes that might mark you as one of the mages of the Scholarum, it is true, but that could just as easily indicate a skill at low magic, or even just the fashions of Volantis for whom those robes had been first designed. Your hair is silver, after all, even if your accent gives away the touch of the Secret City.

    "He is actually telling the truth," you reply, letting the glamor drop for a moment and all the signs of arcane and temporal power, from the cloak of gold, to the crown upon your head, to Dark Sister belted at your waist, to shine true. An image seen in silvered light now brought to the world of common day, under the overcast skies of a thoroughly ordinary Braavosi day.

    Before the shock can wear off, you explain, "It is rather hard to have a walk around old haunts with all eyes on you, particularly when one would rather keep one's own gaze to the person at your side." So saying you offer Lya a charming smile and with that the mood of the crowd turns from awe to laughter in an instant, faintly relieved chuckles all around. Not so fearsome, nor so different now that you have such an understandable motivation as a man walking out with his betrothed and not wishing to be gawked at.

    Krall does not take to the shift in attention away from himself well. "I not dead. Traveled far and wide, all the way to the lands of the south and the lands of the North where the Big Gold Fire Woman lives. You know her, yes?"

    "Bloom?" you ask, confused. Speaking in Ignan, the tongue of fire in which he is far more adept, you ask. "What have you seen and done since you left Dorne and the company of the Red Viper, my friend? What have you learned?"

    In reply, the little elemental draws a piece of wood from a pile stacked neatly at his side, part of his act, and flicks it with one clawed finger. There is a flicker of magic, brighter and more focused than is common for his kin. "Krall is a wizard now, Scholarum approved," he adds with a touch of unaccustomed caution, at least as far as you are concerned. Magic is obviously not the only thing he had learned on his journeys. "Would have been useful killing bandits in swamp, yes?" he adds in the common tongue of the city.

    As he does so, it seems to slowly dawn on his fellow circus members that some of the stories he had told about fighting alongside you and your companions must be true. You briefly struggle not to laugh at the expression on one bearded man's face as he realizes he will likely never know what is truth, what is exaggeration, and what is bold faced lie.

    The circus master on the other hand, a steely-eyed Dornishwoman whose weather-worn face marks her as one who had indeed traveled far and seen much and not just in these last years, looks positively overjoyed. She can just have Krall run his mouth for the crowds rather than do tricks, at least here in Braavos after the story spreads.

    "More useful than I was back then," Lya agrees. Turning to the crowd she adds. "I had a crossbow and a light spell..."

    "Can you still shoot a crossbow, Wisdom?" one boy in the audience asks boldly.

    "You know, I'm honestly not sure. I still recall the motions, but I have not done it in so long...."

    A crossbow is soon produced along with some targets, for a circus is not lacking in tests of skill, and the truth of the matter is soon revealed. While Lya is slow and somewhat shaky in getting the hang of the mechanisms again, she still makes a decent shot... and then a good shot.... and then an exemplary one. It turns out that spending all that time marking people with arcane rays translates very well to putting a bolt on target.

    As ways to spend an afternoon go it is certainly not one you had anticipated, but you enjoy yourself just the same.

    What next?

    [] Write in

    OOC: Not sure I can get the next turn up today unfortunately, I will be quite busy.
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    Made a few additional edits to the chapter, DP.

    I want to Pokemon Krall.
     
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