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

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We rolled really low this time, didn't we?
*Sigh*
I even can't be happy for a chance to kill a Relath-expy as we have to make sure that all "civilians" survive.
I hate escort missions.
We can't ever have nice things.
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LET'S FUCK FROSTY THE DRAKE UP!
 
DragonParadox said:
Inexorable Ice​

Twentieth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC

Though your instincts rage against staying pinned to the ground like a mouse before a hawk you realize Ser Richard speaks sense. How could you hope to even see in the swirling snow-cloud, thicker than any mist? At best you might guide yourself by touch and hearing, by the taste of the air. But your blood turns to ice thinking how easily it would be for a silent foe to slip past you in the cover of the clouds. And so you take on winged shape but do not fly and instead wait as Dany whispers her blessings upon as many of those present as she can: against the cold and against death, the weapons of the Others while you drape yourself in fire.

"How clever, little maggot, who does not dare the sky" the voice is one with the cutting wind and it speaks the dragon tongue of old. Within it you hear the pride and arrogance all wyrms share, but also loathing that goes beyond mere hate, beyond what the mortal heart can contain, least it burst with venom. "I have time... all the time in the world, the void is patient for it knows it is at the end of all things. Savor these last breaths of fetid warm air then, trembling upon the ground as you try to guard she whom you freed from death's embrace, only to lead her into a chasm darker by far."

"You speak much for one who hides behind the veil of masters as a cur that has not even a hunting hound's courage!" you shut back in the same tongue, pushing back the cold dread at its words, the confirmation that it had come for your mother. "That you would call cowardice wisdom shows that the long ages have stolen what few wits you may once have had!" From dreams of times long past you know that the white wyrms of the north were the least of Tiamat's brood in wits and power and ever have they been easily baited by that fact.

Yet your foe does not answer your taunt and for a long moment there is silence save for the cutting wind.

"What did the damn frozen lizard say?" Ser Richard calls to Dany, showing that he had heard the tongue of wyrms enough times to recognize it at least.

"It said it's not coming down here while we're ready." Then almost as an afterthought. "It made threats too, they all make threats." Though another might not know it you hear the tightly leashed rage in her voice.

The moments continue to slip by then at last the frozen voice from the sky speaks again. "Your destruction will tip the scales as much as hers, half-breed. Come forth and I will spare her."

"Tis sad to see thine wits having gone wandering so far as to propose something with that would favor only you on the strength of mercy. Thinkest thou I have not looked upon the face of your masters?" Something is not right here. White wyrms were the most savage, least clever of all the children of Tiamat the Many-hued. This one should be enraged by your insults, not trading barbs at its leisure

What do you do?

[] Call up to the dragon
-[] Write in

[] Wait until it descends

[] Rise up and meet it
-[] Write in plan

[] Write in

OOC: Whoever guessed dragon first, congratulations, though it may not be quite what you expected.
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Considering it's association with the Others and it's hate beyond that of mortals (which even dragons are), I'm going to assume that this is an undead dragon of some kind.

I'm also gonna assume it's not an ice dragon, considering that it did not fall for Viserys taunts and does not seem to share the common behavioral traits found in ice Dragons.

It also spoke with the arrogance of wyrms, making me think it is more than just a dragon puppet with the Others speaking through it.

I unfortunately don't know much about the more esoteric dragons, and thus won't be able to guess what kind it is.

Whatever we do though, waiting it out is probably the worse idea, because then it will be night and the dragon can likely call in backup.
 
Azel said:
Gloom Dragon
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Eternal Consumption (Su): Whenever a gloom dragon eats a dead creature no larger than two size categories smaller than itself a new tombstone plate grows on the gloom dragon's back. This requires 10 rounds for a creature two size categories smaller than the gloom dragon -4 rounds per size category smaller than that (minimum 1 round). The tombstone plate records the consumed creature's name (if any), date and place of birth, and date and place of death. Only a carefully worded wish or miracle, followed by a resurrection, can restore a consumed creature to life- and only then after the gloom dragon is slain.


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I'm scared
 
One wonders where this thing even came from, and why Bloodraven didn't warn us about it considering how near it must live in order to catch up to the party so soon.
 
[X] "So this is all then? They send me a coward who would rather wait for his prey to die from old age then facing it? I wonder what kind of pitiful wretch you even are. Even that mockery called Velroc which I fought had made a better dragon then you. Truly, my ancestors where right. We reds are beyond all of the others, when you tremble such before a mere half-breed. Just go back and grovel before your worthless masters feet if you can't even show your face out of fear before my might."
 
Pyrotechniques has long range and the Firework version has a very broad radius.
Get a fire up there and we can propably enrage it with bright flashes.

If it shows up in those flashes Dany could follow up with Blistering Radiance to get it to attack us.
 
Remember, Bloodraven intervened in two ways. First, by providing fast and safe passage, and by resurrecting our mother.

The response being a dragon that has a form of (almost) true death, and one that is moved swiftly to us.

It balances out.
 
Azel said:
[X] "So this is all then? They send me a coward who would rather wait for his prey to die from old age then facing it? I wonder what kind of pitiful wretch you even are. Even that mockery called Velroc which I fought had made a better dragon then you. Truly, my ancestors where right. We reds are beyond all of the others, when you tremble such before a mere half-breed. Just go back and grovel before your worthless masters feet if you can't even show your face out of fear before my might."
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Too much talking.
 
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