- Location
- Canada (eh)
Do we have any contacts in Bravos that can do it? Maybe the sealord can recommend a few sellswords.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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- a song of ice and fire a sword without a hilt d&d 3.5 dungeons & dragons 100% high octane dragon fuel ave corvidae battle action dragon diplomacy best sister bureaucromancy delicious soul-stuff dragon dreams come true dragon ta'veren greatest uncle hubris is a coward's word in defiance of gods and men mammon's folly mutually assured mage's disjunction qm murderhobo top tier coatl
- Location
- Chile
Good call on the spies... Garin could train our future agents, he's done it before and he's pretty intrigue heavy.
PD. Can we call them agents instead of spies? Sounds cooler
- Location
- The underworld
i was just thinking the first men worship the old gods right and the old gods are connected to the Godswood right and at this point blood raven is part of the tree in the center of the network what if the old gods and bloodraven fuse becoming like Silvanus
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
So since there's push for feeding the ubermaenad to Yss, any thought of what to ask him for? I'm kinda getting tired of going "just whatevs you think is best, snek".
Can we ask for Powah? Unlimited Powah? Hell, I'd settle for limited at this point!
Re: Bloodraven
You guys know he's like our Obi-wan right? Except, like... okay, maybe too amoral to be our Obi-wan. Still expect him to give a pre-mortem "If you strike me down I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine", though.
Can we ask for Powah? Unlimited Powah? Hell, I'd settle for limited at this point!
Re: Bloodraven
You guys know he's like our Obi-wan right? Except, like... okay, maybe too amoral to be our Obi-wan. Still expect him to give a pre-mortem "If you strike me down I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine", though.
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Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Our problem is we're favoring shield wall/phalanx tactics (albeit not a very deep phalanx). We need Ghyscari trainers, and we don't permit slave owning, so it's going to be difficult. We're going to be hunting sell swords shortly, so hunting individuals who once served as citizen soldiers in New Ghys at the same time will synergize. I don't think we'll find too many of them in Braavos though.
Cash would be fine too.
- Location
- Canada (eh)
Maybe we can take a road trip, raze a city and free some unsullied? They specialize in phalanx and spears but they are trained in using a shortsword.
- Location
- Australia
I disagree, especially in a boom town of awakening magic.
It'd be as unrealistic as Harry Potter being over magic homework by the second week, work IS fun at this stage if you go to the right industry, becoming a blacksmith for example is something we can't get enough of and is exciting, people tell stories about great swords passed down from mentor to mentee, father to son and they can make them now?!?!
Farmers can use that land to farm magical plants instead of regular plants etc.
Also keeping in mind the pursuits of the idle for the time period, mainly academic. And the idle are the rich, the elite.
Less farmers should mean more scholars because education is the pursuit of the elite at this point, giving someone the opportunity to read etc is telling them they can be like Noble class, in a time when the King is God's messenger on earth.
I genuinely tried to think of a modern equivalent and I can't except to point out that this is essentially industrial revolution and people had the same unfounded fears about that.
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- Location
- Philippines
To have the power to restore the remaining abberation tainted people (mostly children). Preferrably inside his temple (to spare the changeling babies, xor, and maelor, etc). Or to have the bilestone below in the caves cleared off completely.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Basically it's like kicking up a fuss and going murblegurble about all of our peasants no longer having to break their backs in the field just to make sure each harvest is bountiful. And it's not like we're going to not need people who know their agriculture even with magic trees that make the land sprout tons of food on a regular basis. Who's going to bring it all in? The farmers. Their load is reduced, but peasants are a fearful sort.
They're going to want to stay involved somewhere in the middle between the food being grown and the food being served on their family's table, because what if the magic dries up, or the sorcerer king disappears or the tree burns down? Who's going to take care of the harvest from there? And with a lot of their time freed up, they have options, as mentioned above. They can send their kids to get educated or take up a trade. They could plant luxury crops instead, likely subsidized by Viserys, making the farmers rich, not plantation owner rich but more like Nordic rich, since they generally spent a season out of the year raiding when they weren't sitting on a bit of land they owned and growing shit on it. Well, we got raiders! We got academics. We got trades aplenty. Enough magic enhanced fields and maybe they'll have a whole season to do other stuff with their time? And if they make more coin, they spend more coin, which helps business grow, business' that we can actually tax.
The fear of vagrants soaking up the vast majority of this bounty is so laughable given the current size of SD, not big enough yet to where you have to worry about "freeloading peasants" forming an underbelly to society, something that would happen no matter what anyway. None of these peasants believe in a "free meal" anyway. It's sort of implicit because the nobles in Westeros control the grain and stored foodstuffs during the winter anyway. They're used to being rationed whatever they eat at the whim of the nobles. And they still have trades, and employment, because that's how you guarantee yourself more food when it's available, or any food when it's been limited by siege or shortage.
They're going to want to stay involved somewhere in the middle between the food being grown and the food being served on their family's table, because what if the magic dries up, or the sorcerer king disappears or the tree burns down? Who's going to take care of the harvest from there? And with a lot of their time freed up, they have options, as mentioned above. They can send their kids to get educated or take up a trade. They could plant luxury crops instead, likely subsidized by Viserys, making the farmers rich, not plantation owner rich but more like Nordic rich, since they generally spent a season out of the year raiding when they weren't sitting on a bit of land they owned and growing shit on it. Well, we got raiders! We got academics. We got trades aplenty. Enough magic enhanced fields and maybe they'll have a whole season to do other stuff with their time? And if they make more coin, they spend more coin, which helps business grow, business' that we can actually tax.
The fear of vagrants soaking up the vast majority of this bounty is so laughable given the current size of SD, not big enough yet to where you have to worry about "freeloading peasants" forming an underbelly to society, something that would happen no matter what anyway. None of these peasants believe in a "free meal" anyway. It's sort of implicit because the nobles in Westeros control the grain and stored foodstuffs during the winter anyway. They're used to being rationed whatever they eat at the whim of the nobles. And they still have trades, and employment, because that's how you guarantee yourself more food when it's available, or any food when it's been limited by siege or shortage.
- Location
- Who knows?
There's also the fact that tree access might be a but limited for 8000+ people to access every day. Like holy shit the logistics of managing the flow of people for that
- Location
- Sweden
- Location
- Australia
It's a feature not a bug, if they all come for food we could hit em with panacea at same time even if they don't think they need it due to lack of displaying symptoms.
We just eliminated disease carriers and basically any chance at all of plague even starting.
This works for anything you want the peasantry to benefit from, potentially against their own poor judgement, without having to round them up.
This could also be as simple as getting people to town on a regular basis so a market forms naturally and more effectively.
- Location
- Germany
@DragonParadox, clear consensus by the way.
- Location
- France
[X] Snowfire
You are all aware that even if we make healing available through a tree the girls will still waste time doing some themselves, right?
They do this partly for their own good - it reassures Daenerys that she isn't evil and it makes Vee feel useful (and she likes helping children).
You are all aware that even if we make healing available through a tree the girls will still waste time doing some themselves, right?
They do this partly for their own good - it reassures Daenerys that she isn't evil and it makes Vee feel useful (and she likes helping children).
- Location
- Mexico
Was thinking about that myself, they probably enjoy the healing.
But its better to preemptively make the town not depend on them, their time is too valuable and i would rather not wait ubtil they have to choose between helping people and personal freedom.
- Location
- Australia
It also allows them to focus on causes instead of symptoms, if someone is presenting with a broken arm they might ask how they got it instead of rushing to the next emergency or find out the local well has lead poisoning all while still getting that personal good touch and being closer to the community, in fact moreso as they reduce their automation of 'spell X, next' they increase their empathty.
I hate to do this after all the discussion but I'm going to have to nix the food tree because it feels like jumping the shark. By making the gods the main source of food for a town it makes they less mystical and remote and more the local (literal) fast food place.
- Location
- Australia
Could we work out some kind of tree network buff/warding of plant growth or other bountiful harvest effect?
- Location
- Germany
@DragonParadox, how about Plant Growth + Panacea to create fruits that heal the consumer?
You can't get many trading goods better then miracle fruit.
You can't get many trading goods better then miracle fruit.
- Location
- Australia
[X] Plan Avatar
Part MCCLXII: The Light of Hope, the Flames of Rage
The Light of Hope, the Flames of Rage
Thirtieth Day of the Eight Month 292 AC
"People of Westhaven. I stand before you today for a different reason than I imagined. I came here to speak to your lords. I came here to see this city turned away from Tyrosh. I came here as a conqueror, but fate decided that this was not the role I have to play today," you begin, your voice carrying further that it otherwise might by virtue of the shape you bore under your glamor, a low rumble more felt than heard lending strength to your words. It is almost painful to watch the fire catching in the eyes of your audience, the hope kindling there, and yet you press on. After the madness of the night they need something to believe in, even if it is you... even if you do not deserve it.
"In my years on this world, I've traveled far and wide. Many people I have met. Seen the works of their hands and the manner in which they dwelt together. Many a time I have found them ugly and false, but what I saw here tonight was a horror beyond all that." You shake your head, allowing the horror and the weariness that you feel to show more clearly upon the glamor that serves you for a face.
"Brother striking brother down. Forcing themselves on each other like beasts. Feasting on the flesh of their fellow man to sate their desires. This we all witnessed this night, and yet I've seen it so often before. No dark sorcery was needed to plant the seed of this depravity, for it dwells in the heart of every man. When the voice of reason fades, it will bloom." A soft whisper grows in the crowd like a wind moving through he crowd. Though the words matter not, you can hear guilt and understanding in equal measure. Even those who did not partake of the cursed wine bear some mark of shame after the night: be it looting or killing a hated master under the cover of dark and chaos, or merely hiding and letting the tide of madness wash over their fellows unopposed.
Beside you Dany takes your hand gently, knowing that this is more than a mummer's game. Thankful for the comfort, you speak on. "When I came to the Stepstones, I tried to fight this darkness. To bring order to the chaos. To protect those who could no longer protect themselves. To let people see where their actions led them and steer them from the dark paths they'd followed. Sorcerers Deep has grown and flourished for these simple tenants. Flourished for the kindness and safety it offered to those in need. I thought that a great deed had thus been done, but here I stand today and must face the truth. It achieved precious little... perhaps nothing at all, if one is to look at the greater tapestry of the world."
It is a struggle not to choke on calling the nest of rogues and brigands that is the Deep "simple tenants" as though they were the veriest lambs, but still none gainsay you. Who would after seeing the strength of your magic and after being succored by Dany and Vee's healing? Yet somehow the words still have a ring of truth to them even in your own thoughts. Your subjects are better off for your coming, this you know. Would that the same should happen to Westheaven, no, to all the lands where the shadow of your rule may fall. Your guilt does not fall away, but it does quiet as a greater purpose comes upon you, a new strength.
"Tyrosh still stands," you announce with passion. "A month hence, they will celebrate a feast in the name of the god who saw the atrocities of the last night beneath his eye. Oh, how the magisters will laugh and drink and not spare a single thought to you and those lost here while they praise the cruel creature who set you at each others throats for a perceived slight and its own sick amusement. It is a city rotten to the core, who exalt their depravities, enabled by the countless men and woman bound in iron to serve them. Or do you want to tell me there is a difference between prying the flesh from a mans bones or having it split by a whip so that he may bring the wine faster?"
For a moment silence reigns save for the sound of the waves. Somewhere in the crowd an infant cries fretfully, uncaring of the import of your words passed the fact that they keep it from slumber. Then the dam breaks. In one voice freemen and slaves, soldiers, sailors, and servants shout: "No!" Other things they call out also. They curse and they scream for the death of the magisters in far-off Tyrosh with all the helpless rage that still dwells within them, with the desperation of those seeking something, anything to hate beside themselves.
"Tell me. Is this the world we want to live in? Where we live and die for the amusement of a fickle masters and their mad gods? Where you are to spend your lives for empty glory and fleeting pleasures?" you roar to be heard over the voice of the crowd, your voice markedly less human for it, not that any in your audience seem to care.
You wait for them to shout and stomp to curse and spit a while longer, then you offer them the hope they had so desperately sought. "This world can be more. We can be more. Sorcerers Deep was the first step, but many lay ahead of us. Together we can bring forth a better world. A world that is at peace. A world where no man is valued as if he where a beast of burden. A world where all are free to live their lives instead of toys for those who would be lords of slaves. Join me in this task, people of Westhaven. Together, we can make it truth."
With all your heart you hope that you do not lie.
What do you do next?
[] Hunt the remaining Maenads
[] Speak to the dead admiral's skull to see if you can learn more of the cause of this madness
[] Organize the locals to find and burn all the bodies strewn about the town least they rise as undead
[] Sleep to replenish your magic
[] Write in
OOC: I made some changes to the speech to account for the fact that at the end of the day Viserys is an aristocrat and not a firebrand revolutionary preaching social equality. About the vote, you can delegate. The options given are more a list of what you may want to do.
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