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

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... Do we get to keep / reverseengineer the convenient spike?

Such a thing would be veeery convenient, but presumably it is out of charge now and much too difficult to recreate. Hehe.
 
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Do we have anyone who can read tracks? Perhaps we could discern who/what the boss was.
 
We definitely should buy the knowledge for those spikes at some point. Their effects on Illithid fortresses made of Bilestone should be rather impressive.
 
Fehu said:
... Do we get to keep / reverseengineer the convenient spike?

Such a thing would be veeery convenient, but presumably it is out of charge now and much too difficult to recreate. Hehe.
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I was wondering where the True Seeing action went when we were purging the bilestone, I thought the plan was for Viserys to observe the process magically.
 
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Part MDCLXXXVII: Seeker of Truth
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    • Seeker of Truth ​

    Second Day of the First Month 293 AC

    As you ride back to the clan-hold most of your time is not dedicated to the Xorn and their ways nor to the strange vistas of their home, but instead to the one among your company you know the least of: Malarys Vanor whom you had invited along as much for a chance to learn more of him as for his sorcery and lore. To have fought beside the man might teach you something of his inner fortitude, and to have spoken of plans grand and wondrous might reveal the yearnings of his heart, but whatever singers and poets may say these hidden places of one's nature are not all that matters.

    Thus you come to learn of him by the the simple expedient of asking questions, sometimes trading tales of your own life and at others just listening quietly as he speaks with a subtle sort of rhetoric skill, not perhaps the kind to drive a crowd to heights of passion but potent just the same.

    "I was born the fifth son of perhaps the most distinguished of Essaria's Founding Houses," he begins, then offers a smile. "But then I imagine all the others said that of themselves. One could say House Vanor won by mere endurance, not a fate my parents envisaged for me certainly. I took up with the orders as a boy of eight and there I studied at first the basics of diverse subjects from strategy and tactics to logistics to law and of course sorcery."

    "Did you actually think of it like that?" Dany asks with interest. "Merely magic, not miracles of the divine?"

    "That magic is granted by a god makes it no less magic," the mage-lord replies after a moment's thought. "It never would have occurred to even the most devoted of my colleagues to call it anything different. Valyria breathed an air of magic and our gods were no different. In fact it was not unknown for priests to wield both facets of sorcery... though admittedly I had heard of none wielding the powers of the divine inherently as some among your company do, nor breaking them apart and learning them quite as Wisdom Lya does. Such is the ebb and flow of the world that some arts be born as others are forgotten..." he trails off meaningfully.

    "Do you wield any of these arts, Wisdom?" you ask, playing along.

    "To those set with enforcing the Crimson Code the magics of truth are given, to be warded against intrusions of the mind, see through glamours at a glance... If our will is strong enough and at once the simplest to use and the most strenuous to learn the skill of wringing truth from flesh." Seeing your troubled expression he quickly adds, "Nothing so crude as torture, merely a means of forcing those who wear many skins into their truest one."

    Dany raises her head from your shoulder and calls for you to halt. "Can you demonstrate?" she asks sweetly.

    Malarys looks at her with a raised eyebrow, then to you. "I require no sorcery to foresee many sleepless nights for you in ten years or so, you grace."

    "Luckily I only require two hours a night," you answer dryly.

    The sorcerer-priest is as good as his word, breaking Dany's spell of transformation without word or gesture. Still you would hardly call it simple given the limited number of spells he can work every day... still less a secret. "Could you force me from this shape?" you ask, a challenge, if a good-natured one.

    "Your change runs deep, your grace... a kindling in the blood," he says, the flattery expected, though not the words that come next. "It would be far more unpleasant for you."

    "What is a moment's discomfort to the great worth of learning?" you ask, causing Ser Richard to mutter something suspiciously like 'it's catching.'

    Malarys reaches out to take your hand then, though he waits for you to nod one more time.

    Pain wracks you the likes of which you had never felt before as though your skin were being flayed by phantom whips and your bones reshaped by mallets. As quickly as it had come the pain is gone, yet it leaves you entirely human... and you can feel the shadow of that torment coiling in your flesh. For two dozen heart-beats you know with cold certainty that you cannot take on your half-shape.

    "How did you do that?" you ask. Tis no mean feat to do what tearing away the very weave of magic could not.

    "An old and treasured secret," he replies modestly. "Knowing what I do now of Valyria's birth, I suspect it may have been a weapon against the great wyrms, particularly those who were over-fond of human shape."

    Dany giggles. "Forcing a wyrm into human shape... One would half expect them to spontaneously combust from sheer outrage."

    Before you can speak further, your conversation is broken up by sounds both familiar and strange coming from up ahead. Metal striking stone and flesh, war cries and the screams of the dying... the faint sounds of battle.

    What do you do?

    [] Avoid the Fight

    [] Ride on
    -[] Write in plan

    OOC: Can anyone guess what Malarys is that he can dispel an Extraordinary ability with a touch?
     
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    Why have we been sacrificing turtles instead of turning them back first?



    Is it? Quote?



    Well the sacrifices would renew the soils nutrients wouldn't it?

    I wish we had the time to study the stone tree in its current form, might've been able to replicate it's loving petrification on PoE and have that be an advantage.
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    It is diffrent in the way it is described. Give two a Sorcerer and a cleric the same spell and each by DPs writing will have its own flavour and style. Each Caster is uniuqe in how they use and understand their magic. Which is a big deal with a story that features sorcery this heavily and he does it with a masters touch.
     
    OOC: Can anyone guess what Malarys is that he can dispel and Extraordinary ability with a touch?

    Rolls knowledge (DnD). Gets a 1.

    Did not even have skill ranks.

    A, uh, really good mage??
     
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    Seeker of Truth ​

    Second Day of the First Month 293 AC

    As you ride back to the clan-hold most of your time is not dedicated to the Xorn and their ways nor to the strange vistas of their home, but instead to the one among your company you know the least of. Malarys Vanor whom you had invited along as much for a chance to learn more of him as for his sorcery and lore. To have fought beside a man might teach you something of his inner fortitude and to have spoken of plans grand and wondrous might reveal the yearnings of his heart, but whatever singers and poets may say these hidden places of one's nature not all that matters.

    Thus you come to learn of him by the the simple expedient of asking questions, sometimes trading tales of your own life and at others just listening quietly as he speaks with a subtle sort of rhetoric skill, not perhaps the kind to drive a crowd to highs of passion but potent just the same.

    "I was born the fifth son of perhaps the most distinguished of Essaria's Founding Houses," he begins then offers a smile. "But then I imagine all the others said that of themselves. One could say House Vanor won by mere endurance, not a fate my parents envisaged for me certainly. I took up the orders as a boy of eight ad there I studied at first the basics of diverse subjects from strategy and tactics to logistics to law and of course sorcery."

    "Did you actually think of it like that?" Dany asks with interest. "Merely magic, not miracles of the divine?"

    "That magic is granted by a god makes it no less magic," the mage-lord replies after a moment's thought. "It never would have occurred to even the most devoted of my colleagues to call it anything different. Valyria breathed an air of magic and our gods were no different. In fact it was not unknown for priests to wield both facets of sorcery... though admittedly I had heard of one wielding the powers of the divine inherently as some among your company do, nor breaking them apart and learning them quite as Wisdom Lya does. Such is the ebb ad flow of the world that some arts be born as others are forgotten..." he trails off meaningfully.

    "Do you wield any of these arts Wisdom?" you ask, playing along.

    "To those set with enforcing the Crimson Code the magics of truth are given, to be warded against intrusions of the mind, see through glamors at a glance... if our will is strong enough and at once the simplest to use and the most strenuous to learn the skill of wringing truth from flesh." Seeing your troubled expression he quickly adds: "Nothing so crude as torture, merely a means of forcing those who wear many skins into their truest one."

    Dany raises her head from your shoulder and calls for you to halt. "Can you demonstrate?" she asks sweetly.

    Malarys looks at her with a raised eyebrow then to you: "I requite no sorcery to foresee many sleepless nights for you you grace in ten years or so."

    "Luckily I only require two hours a night," you answer dryly.

    The sorcerer-priest is is as good as his word breaking Dany's spell of transformation without word or gesture. Still you would hardly call it simple given the limited number of spells he can work every day... still less a secret. "Could you force me from this shape?" you ask, a challenge, if a good-natured one.

    "Your change runs deep your grace... a kindling in the blood," he says, the flattery expected, though not the wolds that come next: "It would be far more unpleasant for you."

    "What is a moment's discomfort to the great worth of learning?" you ask, causing Ser Richard to mutter soemthign suspiciously like 'it's catching.'

    Malarys reaches out to take your hand then, though he waits for you to nod one more time.

    Pain wracks you the likes of which you had never felt before as though your skin were being flayed by phantom whips and your bones reshaped by mallets. As quickly as it had come the pain is gone, yet it leaves you entirely human... and you can feel the shadow of that torment coiling in your flesh. For two dozen heart-beats you know with cold certainty that you cannot take on your half-shape.

    "How did you do that?" you ask. Tis no mean feat to do what tearing away the very weave of magic could not.

    "An old and treasured secret," he replies modestly. "Knowing what I do now of Valyria's birth I suspect it may have been a weapon against the great wyrms, particularly those who were over-fond of human shape."

    Dany giggles. "Forcing a wyrm into human shape... One would half expect them to spontaneously combust from sheer outrage."

    Before you can speak further your conversation is broken up by sounds both familiar and strange coming from up ahead. Metal striking stone and flesh, war cries and the the screams of the dying... the faint sounds of battle.

    What do you do?

    [] Avoid the Fight

    [] Ride on
    -[] Write in plan

    OOC: Can anyone guess what Malarys is that he can dispel and Extraordinary ability with a touch?
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    Church Inquisitor
     
    I wonder if once we're level 15 if it'll work the other way, forcing us into the shape of a dragon? It's somewhat unclear what Viserys's "true shape" is at that point.
     
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