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

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Artemis1992 said:
We have 4 people here, one of them underleveled. Unless we get reinforcements from the other group we are a 4 person party of less than level 10 average against a CR12 and his pet-army.
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Somehow DP had to come up with an interesting encounter that makes sense in-character for a 9-person party, with an enemy that has access to divination (at least the Elder Brain would have that).
But we'll see.
 
MTB said:
We've got Viserys, Dany, Richard, Waymar, Lya, Tyene, Garin, Maelor and Glyra. Not a 4 person party.
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Maelor and Glyra being figuratively naked and seriously underpowered, Tyene and Dany and Viserys being cockblocked by SR, Waymar and Garin and Richard busy fighting the CR 13 beetle aberration, Lya almost out of juice after missing her best spell.
 
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Part MCXLII: The Will to Protect
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    • The Will to Protect ​

    Thirtieth Day of the Fifth Month 292 AC

    The larger part of you that had been born a mortal man under the world of common day quails in instinctive terror. A prince you are, yes, but a mortal still. And what human would not feel despair at the eldritch horror that floats serenely amid the cloud of its billowing robes? But you are not just a man... the form you wear attests that. When the first lurking horrors from beyond the borders of time and space first crawled upon the face of the world, the shadow of dragon's wings was upon them. For once the darker instincts of dragonkind run along the same path as your own. This thing is befouling your lands. It seeks to slaughter your subjects for its obscene appetites... No more.

    The thought becomes fire spilling over your tongue, and rage upon the wing. In a flurry of fang and claw you throw yourself upon the monster, ripping and tearing at its twisted once-human flesh... foul ichor flows over your tongue... one of your claws digs deep into the monster's chest, the other screeches painfully across a strange oily barrier.

    Half-a-dozen muscular tentacles try to latch on to you, but your blessings run deep, too swift, too strong, too touched by arcane powers are you for none but one grab hold squeezing painfully, but not near enough to hold you still for its dreadful feasting.

    You lose 9 temporary hitpoints

    High cold tones climb upon one another, an endless purity of hate running through your mind, and in that alien dissonance a voice speaks, each word sharp-edged like a dagger in the vitals, each pause promising oblivion beyond death: "Such a strange and vital mind... such a waste to mar it..."

    The world lurches in brief transposition and you find yourself a few steps back from the fiend, its tentacle grasping at nothing... Horrified, you watch as Dany flies now mere inches from the monster... bold as brass and twice as bright. Before the looming tentacles can envelop her she breathes out a cloud of noxious fumes and cloying ash. "As earth is repulsed by thine step, so too do fire and air despise thine unsightly presence," she spits out at the Deep One. "Crawl back into the briny depths that birthed you!"

    Sputtering and coughing phlegm, the monster rises above the cloud... yet its mind stays clear and its gaze falls once more upon you. Torment unlike anything you had ever imagined could be real rips through you, as if something were trying to claw itself out of your head. The world darkens before your eyes... All but Dany's bright scales pass into shadow deeper than night... No, it will not end this way, you vow. Your subjects need you, your friends need you, your sister needs you. The world comes back, the pain fades.

    Once more you launch yourself upon the foe, rending it with all the savage fury of dragonkind. Twice your fangs close upon its flesh: the first ripping one of the foul tentacles free and the second time snapping its neck in a savage, bone-crushing bite. As the body falls listlessly to the melee bellow, you snatch up the misshapen head and hold it up with a roar of victory.

    A great wailing rises up from the shark men, and those among the vicious brutes who had not lost themselves to blood-lust begin to fall back in disarray.

    What do you do next?

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    OOC: The Ulitharid used the 7 level psionic power decerebrate. The power has a save DC of 22. Even after all those buffs Viserys rolled 23. You came within 2 points of getting put into a vegetative state mid-battle. If that had happened Viserys would have likely been Ulitharid food the turn after
     
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    • Deal with the sahuagin or return to the beach? I'd say throw a parting shot and teleport.
     
    Should we try to capture as many enemies as possible during this time of chaos in the ranks?

    Also would the head of the enemy leader make a nice offering to either Old Gods or Tritons?
     
    Massgamer said:
    Should we try to capture as many enemies as possible during this time of chaos in the ranks?

    Also would the head of the enemy leader make a nice offering to either Old Gods or Tritons?
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    Better show the villagers we don't play with their lives by taking time, and there's still the beach.

    [x] Artemis1992
     
    Holy crap balls.

    Welp a ton of villagers are dead/traumatized, but we have an ulitharid corpse.

    Gather sauhagin for the gods wood?

    Can we give the old gods the body? Is that worth anything to them?

    It was damned risky but looks like we did it.

    Gotta go help ser Richard and waymar and other now too.

    I guess this went O.k? Well enough I'll eat my words about it being a disaster.
     
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