A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
- Location
- within 2 hours of the White House
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- They/Them
My late two cents, without having read whatever plan has formed: yrael should take the palace, so the Innocents will surrender without being spooked by our stupid rep. Viserys should go down to fight the ones who aren't innocent.
- Location
- France
That's called lowered Con, and possibly Dex. No need for weird situational modifiers.
So you're saying that they're probably high-level, but don't have great stats?
- Location
- Germany
@TotallyNotEvil, I see why you want Viserys to be there, in case that something big pops up, but this is simply entirely unnecessary and actively costs us if there isn't anything big there.
We have multiple lines of communication ready for quick developments. If something CR 15+ pops up there, the Archon with Moonsongs group will Teleport to Yrael and Viserys can deploy immediately by Teleport. If Dany and Lya can handle the situation on their own, Viserys is doing something useful instead of waiting for the big thingy to come out. He can instead deploy to any other urgent emergencies reported to him.
If Viserys goes to that front right now, he will either waffle around uselessly or engage hostiles. If he engages hostiles, he is less likely to be easily reached for communication then in the low-intensity palace front. This can cost us minutes. Minutes that a CR 15+ Daemon elsewhere can use to rampage around and kill hundreds of our troops, just because Viserys was busy whacking peasant-chaff.
We gain nothing from sending him there, but might loose a lot if your hunch is wrong. That's an entirely unreasonable risk to take.
We have multiple lines of communication ready for quick developments. If something CR 15+ pops up there, the Archon with Moonsongs group will Teleport to Yrael and Viserys can deploy immediately by Teleport. If Dany and Lya can handle the situation on their own, Viserys is doing something useful instead of waiting for the big thingy to come out. He can instead deploy to any other urgent emergencies reported to him.
If Viserys goes to that front right now, he will either waffle around uselessly or engage hostiles. If he engages hostiles, he is less likely to be easily reached for communication then in the low-intensity palace front. This can cost us minutes. Minutes that a CR 15+ Daemon elsewhere can use to rampage around and kill hundreds of our troops, just because Viserys was busy whacking peasant-chaff.
We gain nothing from sending him there, but might loose a lot if your hunch is wrong. That's an entirely unreasonable risk to take.
- Location
- ?????????
Why this city thought fucking around with literal demons is beyond my understanding
- Location
- Brazil
Ah, didn't think they had one of those.
Alright then, that makes it reasonable.
- Location
- Germany
Daemons actually, not Demons.
An analogy:
A Demon will come to the party, get shitfaced within 10 minutes, grope a few girls, puke on the rug, pick a fight with someone and break the kitchen table in the process.
A Daemon will come to the party, shit in the punch bowl, stab the first guy who objects to that and then set the house on fire.
DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
- Location
- within 2 hours of the White House
- Pronouns
- They/Them
What about devils
- Location
- Germany
The Devil comes to the party, spikes the punch, discreetly hands out a few joints to lighten the mood, provoke a fight that he then heroically breaks up, go somewhere private with the "not before marriage"-chick who is too drunk to remember that vow, will be remembered as a nice guy and get invited to the next party.
- Location
- Virginia
[X] Azel
- Location
- Brazil
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Interlude CCXXXIX: Of Traps and Trickery
Of Traps and Trickery
Twenty-Seventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC
Low mud-brick huts thatched with moldy straw huddled together alongside a stream that likely flowed as much with human effluvia as water, while worn mile markers as old as the city had been defaced with crude carvings layered one atop the other in mute testament to all the petty things which were closer to the rulers of this benighted place than the 'Archon' of Tyrosh and his pathetic court. In short it was the sort of place Malarys Vanor would have seen burnt with scarce a second thought secure in the knowledge that nothing and no one of import would be lost and the true foe would be smoked from its den. Alas this was not the sort of company in which such sentiments would be welcome.
"Well there's our way down," the Rhoynar, or rather Dornish girl said, motioning towards a large hill of refuse with a poorly made wooden door hidden behind an even worse attempt at a glamor. She at least was not unwilling to see a job done even if it stained her hands with blood and he was hardly one to try and guess the mind of the one who called itself Xor, besides the cautious conclusion that he was unusually well disposed to mortal life for one of his ilk.
However, the boy Waymar, now striding forth with an air of challenge was quite enough to set the mage-lord's teeth on edge, was a patron to damn near every lost cause he came across. For all that he was nothing next to the last and thankfully most temporary member of their company. An 'angel', who those who little understood the magic of the spheres might call it. Malarys knew its kind by its proper name... and the ones his long dead teachers had given them: 'meddlers and pests.'
"One of us should guard the way back up, lest something comes up and starts venting its rage on these innocent souls," it began, making Malarys briefly consider the advisability to sending it to scout ahead... far ahead, where his stupidity could not infect younger and still malleable minds.
"I do not think we have cause to hold out a foe in such contempt as to willingly split our strength," was all he said instead, heading purposefully towards the entrance. Thankfully the needed focus to see the world stripped of all trickery and illusion washed away such petty irritations. "Clever..." he muttered to himself, spotting the faint marking of an arcane trap built of twined enchantments. One was keeping the stone and earth above the entrance solid while the other held some sort of curse of pestilence, presumably to be dispersed to any who passed through there without showing some marking or speaking words of passage. To break one would unmake the other also, collapsing the entrance and warning of their approach as surely as if they had rang of gong.
Had they the time Malarys would have preferred to snare one of the fools as they meant to pass through and extract the secretes of opening the way from his mind. Alas, that time was not something to lightly spend, heart-beats as precious as silver in such times as these so instead he smiled at the crow-headed archon and said. "Perhaps we might be served in remaining up here and battling whatever comes... if you were to show yourself while the rest of us stayed hidden they might well mistake you for a lone scout. Such a prize your death would be that I doubt any of them would care for attacking the locals then."
"You speak wisely, their thirsts betray them," the bright spirit replied lowering its hood and allowing golden light to play over his feathers
The Dornish girl gave him a dark look to which he offered a subtle shake of the head to show that he was not planning any sort of treachery. Entertaining as it might be to consider being just a moment 'too late' this was neither the place nor the hour for such tactics.
It did not take long for the trap to show its use. Men came furtive, hungry and tainted, though theirs was a hunger no mortal food could sate, and behind them waiting in the shadow of the tunnel entrance the misshapen form of a fiend, blackened wire and shards of steel embedded into its flesh and crude armor and weapons both. Eyes burning like dyeing embers.
How bold these things had grown, the magelord thought, who once stood among the company of the greatest mages the world had ever known. It was time and past time to remind them that the Freehold was not as dead as they might have hoped, if such wretched things could even know it. For certain they would know fear and Malarys intended to remind them of it.
"Now!" The Royce boy shouted, lightning along the edge of his sword and thunder in his voice.
The four of them charged the fiend, taking advantage of his presence to bypass the trap as one might force a door ajar fully open after persuading those who dwelt within to open it by trickery. After all, ones far less skilled but more desperate then they could have simply thrown their lives to slay the foe and seal them in.
The fiend so mighty and so proud perished so swiftly before the rain of blows, exacting in return a mere pittance of blood upon its iron spikes.
OOC: Technically you guys should not know what the fiend pictured is since Malarys, the PoV character did not, but Waymar identified it so when you hear about this IC you will know anyway.
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Yes, it got through.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
On one hand, it's great that everything is going well on their end.
On the other hand, even 5 cr sacrifice is a good thing to have.
Eh, too bad.
That's for second missed sacrifice of this campaign...
*drinks another jug of tea*
Great chapter all-around, @DragonParadox, really neat insight into Malarys' character.
On the other hand, even 5 cr sacrifice is a good thing to have.
Eh, too bad.
That's for second missed sacrifice of this campaign...
*drinks another jug of tea*
Great chapter all-around, @DragonParadox, really neat insight into Malarys' character.
- Location
- Germany
The snark is strong in this one.
How the proud have fallen. A CR 5 Daemon reduced to a doormat within seconds.
- Location
- United States
@DragonParadox, can we stuff these daemons into the corpse-ferrying bags for crafting materials?
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Sure, later. Malarys and company are kind of busy stomping over the corpse right now.
The daemon was in was in the way so (as they suspected) the trap would not activate to bury it alive, since that could have been exploited to seal the cultists in and kill their own forces
Edit: clarified above.
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- Location
- United States
That just won't do.
In the future the legion needs dedicated looters to swoop down and take away the more valuable corpses.
- Location
- France
We will have some very enthusiastic taxmen.
That just won't do.
In the future the legion needs dedicated looters to swoop down and take away the more valuable corpses.
Night guys, see you tomorrow with more of the conquest
If the current vote is settled Glyra could use a level up from a combination of the tricks she pulled and the notoriety she is gaining.
If the current vote is settled Glyra could use a level up from a combination of the tricks she pulled and the notoriety she is gaining.