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

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I tentatively propose to the players and the QM to reduce the party size to 4-5 and adapt the CR where appropriate. Because, with still more levels, it gets even more complicated - more buffs, more class features to keep track of.
Pen-and-Paper each player would keep track of his own character, and even then it gets slow if the number of buffs increase.
DP has to think about it all on his own.
 
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MTB said:
I tentatively propose to the players and the QM to reduce the party size to 4-5 and adapt the CR where appropriate. Because, with still more levels, it gets even more complicated - more buffs, more class features to keep track of.
Pen-and-Paper each player would keep track of his own character, and even then it gets slow if the number of buffs increase.
DP has to think about it all on his own.
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that has been the plan for a while, i guess we will do it after we get properly geared, as it seems having all the buffs was deemed too important for this ambush.
 
MTB said:
I tentatively propose to the players and the QM to reduce the party size to 4-5 and adapt the CR where appropriate. Because, with still more levels, it gets even more complicated - more buffs, more class features to keep track of.
Pen-and-Paper each player would keep track of his own character, and even then it gets slow if the number of buffs increase.
DP has to think about it all on his own.
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It's a bit of an issue that we are so mobile.
At first we wanted to be here with just a few people, but then we learned there would be trouble and we could easily get everyone.

And there is no IC reason not to get as much power as possible on an occasion like this.

I don't really see how we can fix this.
 
It's kind of hard to justify IC why we shouldn't exploit Teleport to always have a full party for battles we know will happen.
The CR reasoning is pure metagaming.

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Artemis1992 said:
And there is no IC reason not to get as much power as possible on an occasion like this.

I don't really see how we can fix this.
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Azel said:
It's kind of hard to justify IC why we shouldn't exploit Teleport to always have a full party for battles we know will happen.
The CR reasoning is pure metagaming.
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I'm aware that there's no IC reason, that's why I asked for a sort of gentlebeing's agreement. Which would only work if all parties abide by it.
As a bonus, we really could send a secondary party to do stuff (trading, aggressive trading, minor excursions, ...).
 
MTB said:
I'm aware that there's no IC reason, that's why I asked for a sort of gentlebeing's agreement. Which would only work if all parties abide by it.
As a bonus, we really could send a secondary party to do stuff (trading, aggressive trading, minor excursions, ...).
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Pretty much this. It would be far less tempting if other people where busy somewhere.

Vee not being a good example right now. She is still basically home.
 
Azel said:
Pretty much this. It would be far less tempting if other people where busy somewhere.

Vee not being a good example right now. She is still basically home.
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Busy is realtive.
Unless the other people are in Molten Skies they are always just a hop or two away and taking a day off is possible even for the busier parts.

The only situations that actually force us to keep a party small would be being North of the Wall or on another Plane(the latter only until Dany gets good enough to spare one or two Planeshifts a day).
 
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Interlude CXI: The Storm Breaks
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    • The Storm Breaks​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fifth Month 292 AC

    As soon as the prince and those he chose to go with him vanished from sight in a whirl of color and sound, Waymar knew something was going to, as Ser Richard put it, "go tits up." No matter how unfathomable the minds of their foe, how inhuman their foul intent, some rules of battle still applied: strike that which is divided and shatter your foe piecemeal... He recalled those words written again and again in the favorite book of his childhood: The Young Dragon's Conquest of Dorne. At the time he had paid them little heed... but now he understood them all too well.

    Time passed achingly slow as the boy looked by turn at the unnatural sky-beast and the roiling face of the sea lit by the merest sliver of moonlight... He saw the flash of enchanted runes flicker under the water for the meanest instant before twin gouts of noxious smoke spewed heavenwards.

    "They did not trip the outer defenses!" Tyene's sharp warning galvanized Waymar to action... yet nothing seemed to be coming out of the water... Had the trap worked too well, or had it been turned upon them?

    A spell of fire flew outwards from Lya's hand, not the terrible inferno Viserys could conjure but still enough to boil flesh from a man's bones... something misshapen thrashed on the shallow water, dark shapes Waymar's eye could make no sense of.

    "Again!" he heard himself shout, frustrated that his own magic could not reach behind the shrouding curtain of sorcerous mist. Once he might have balked at striking a defenseless foe... that day had long since passed. Honor was for honorable foes, not monsters out of darkest nightmare.

    Lya conjured another ball of fire from the air, this time speaking the full incantation in haste. "I've nothing else I care to spend against a foe I cannot see," she said. Tyene gave a curt nod to show she was in the selfsame predicament.

    Almost Waymar charged into the surging waters... alas good sense took the shine off such chivalry. And so he waited... every beat of his heart seeming slowed, fear and excitement mixing into a heady brew in his veins.

    Vast jagged things marched out into the surf, armored behemoths begotten of some unholy joining of tainted sea life. Bound in shells thicker and stronger than the finest plate, marked with symbols of ruin, armed with pincers sharper than castle-forged steel... eyes glinting with a great rage... the Knights of the Deep had come upon this place, and Waymar Royce, heir of an ancient lineage and a power older still, charged them in turn, sword in one hand, a bolt of naked lightning in his other.


    Lightning cracked, thunder roared as the shell of the monster first to the shore buckled under the onslaught of arcane energy, but still it charged on and fell on Waymar as a mountain tumbles onto a man, claws closing onto the his armor with bone-crushing force...

    Waymar loses 9 temporary hit points

    Waymar takes 19 damage

    He could barely breathe as he looked into the eyes gleaming with alien hunger, glowing crimson above the monster's slithering beard, yet still he spoke the words of power, the invocation of sky and valor out of deep time. Once more white lightning crackled along the edge of his blade as it cut through the monster's shell and into its soft innards... The thing reeled from the blow, but it did not release its crushing grip. The writhing beard of tentacles reached out hungrily...

    A formless thing of shifting shadows and ever-changing lights flew above his shoulder, more felt than seen, and struck the monster in the face. The thing let out a undulating screech and fell, its grip deadly failing in death.

    Waymar barely had time to thank his good fortune before the second abominations was upon him in rage, this one less seared by sorcery and driven to even greater wrath.... only to tumble head over heals, nearly bowling him over as Lya in turn invoked thunder's power by her arcane arts. Not one to let good fortune pass him by, Waymar invoked the Sky Father once more time and sank his sword through the creature's eye and into its brain.

    Only two, that wasn't... Waymar never finished the thought, but he did curse himself for it as the water exploded outwards to reveal yet another horror. Of course this one flies...

    OOC: That second Chuul was a disgrace to his crabby kind... He failed all three saves against Great Thunderclap.
     
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