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

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Talking about temples, how about sending the B(?) team + Arcanum to find the temples of the Blind God.

Loot!

  • Religious texts
  • Archives
  • Holy symbols
  • Temple decore
  • Probably temple guardians
  • magical robes and trinkets
  • Staves
  • Musical instruments?
 
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You guys :/
Clicking "spoiler" button in this thread became a reflex for me by now.

Now I had to buy the ticket and am waiting to see the movie for myself, due to your spoilering tendencies.

You are bad and should feel bad }:[
 
Yeah, I get the impression around here you're better off spoilering ANYTHING to do with major motion pictures still in theaters, anything whatsoever, unless it is a vague and generalized statement as broad as "Marvel movie" and "the film" and "was good".

I bet you can't even post a story in the Creative Writing board without attaching "SPOILERS" to the title, as if the "MCU/Infinity War" tag wasn't already indicative enough. :eyeroll:
 
TotallyNotEvil said:
To be fair, Thor just fucking beat the guy pumping out the power of the six Infinity Stones. That he got the heart is good enough, really. Hell, he might have been aiming head, but Thanos didn't exactly make it easy.

I thought Thanos was going to say "should have gone for the hand" tho :V

Really, Thor was downright Epic this movie, awesome in the original sense of the world. I felt like he was essentially beating him through the power of, for the lack of a better world, his legend. He made a saga out of it.

But of course, it's not like a bladed implement is going to win the day, it's Marvel. Swords get broken, daggers stab the owners. Fists win the day.

And on that note, Stark really deserves some praise here. He soloed Thanos when said purple fucker held four infinity stones. Just a freaking baseline human, with the suit of armour he built with his own two hands. No vibranium or adamantium, no mystic powers or Time Stone, no super serum, no nothing.

And he did all while stopping Thanos from closing his fist, with a leg literally stuck on the ground. His suit was amazing, versatile, nice to look at. He fought smartly, and really, really well. He had been nerfed essentially since Iron Man 1.

"A drop of blood" is pretty damn good when the other guy had beat The Hulk and Thor to a pulp when he had one stone, and is essentially running on god-mode and only needs to clench his fist to auto-win.

Poor Spidey, As always, he was great, and the dynamic between Spidey and Tony is one of the greatest things the MCU has going.

Wakanda breaking ranks was ridiculous, they have force field shields and sonic canons, why would they engage in GLORIOUS MELEE COMBAT with hyper-murderous aliens? It's one thing to fix bayonets if you are about to be overrun, it's another to charge like the your Comissar is from Krieg.

Anyway, it's fairly easy to tell how the next one will go: Get Miss Mary Sue, beat the shit out of Thanos as the gauntlet is toast, get the stones to the prototype/mold back at the Forge, hit undo.

I wait to see how Tony gets when it's personal.
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I don't think half the people in the universe got erased. Whatever that short scene was with the spirit of Chibi-Gamora, I think it convinced him to do something different. My personal theory is that he just duped the universe and transported half of population there. That's why the gauntlet got trashed.

I'm expecting Tony to go full nanotech transhuman swarm.
 
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Not a single Leukodaemon corpse harvested. :( I hope they're still there by the time we get back. Maybe we can salvage what's left with Make Whole.
 
Duesal said:
Not a single Leukodaemon corpse harvested. :( I hope they're still there by the time we get back. Maybe we can salvage what's left with Make Whole.
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I'll be happy with a bunch of subdued Daemon cultists. They're much easier to contain than Daemons, and many of them are probably spellcasters of minor power, which is worth more to the OG as fertilizer.
 
Duesal said:
Not a single Leukodaemon corpse harvested. :( I hope they're still there by the time we get back. Maybe we can salvage what's left with Make Whole.
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I'm thinking of making dedicated magpie constructs for our next step of campaign.
Which will be magpies, yes. That's the joke.
With pouches of preserving to carry quickly-decaying shit.
Will be somewhat cheap, yet quite useful for big-scale warfare.

Also, just watched the movie.
Damn, was that a wild ride.

I'm pretty sure that's the best MCU movie so far.

I mean, I don't have high hopes for part 2, what with movie-makers likely returning everything back to it's places, status quo and all that shit...
But still pretty damn good.

I'm not even sure anymore if I actually want to go watch Deadpool 2 anymore.
In case it's worse than this...
 
Azel said:
I specified to harvest sacrifices.
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I was talking about the Leukodaemons. All of them are already dead, there are none left to be taken alive. And now, since they are fiends, they are rapidly disintegrating and there's a chance that we won't get to them in time before they're beyond being taken as trophies. Even just one would have been fine.
 
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Part MCMLXXVIII: Storm of Ruin
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    • Storm of Ruin ​

    Twenty-Seventh Day of the Second Month 293 AC

    Rather than leave Ser Ricard behind you signal for one of the Griffins to land in the palace courtyard and take him up. Not the most comfortable arrangement for either of them, tis true, but better by far than leaving him to the task of subduing the looters and killers loose in the halls.

    Together you ascend swiftly into the growing storm, the rain steaming off your scales as you go, until you encounter Amrelath at last fight above the city just as he tears the wings from a fiend before contemptuously casting the pieces aside

    "That is the last of the vermin who dared pollute the sky..." he hisses. Unsurprisingly you notice the fiend's bow of bone and bloody sinew still clutched tightly in the dead dragon's claws that he then sets down gently atop a nearby tower.

    Like a magpie bringing trinkets to its nest,     you think, very privately amused. "The battle is not over by far," you reply instead. "The worst of the daemons have not arisen nor their accursed thralls." After a pause you add, "I would restore your shrouding glamour, ancient one, the better to deceive the foe as to your nature and protections."

    The dead dragon gives a laugh akin to the screech of rusted metal tearing. "And so that the wingless ones do not all befoul themselves in fear and dirty your new city."

    With a touch of your claw and a twist of ancient memory restored your once more veil accursed bone in the semblance of flesh and scale before the two of you descend out of the clouds.

    By lightning's flash you see the city laid out beneath you like some immense canvas, painted in greys and browns, fiends and legionaries clashing nearby before the Northern gate while more and more companies are flowing in from the central plaza to bolster the lines. The damned and downfallen have rage and hate for their weapons, but little of skill and it seems little hope of victory.

    In the distance you can hear something like the crack of thunder yet not, the rumbling of the tortured earth as some long sealed vault rips itself open and disgorges a torrent of bone borne upon a foul wind. Unharmed amid the formless blasphemies stride forth four tall skeletal figures garbed in tattered black, iron-banded staffs griped firmly in their hands, the deacons of death you had long expected.

    Between them, however, moves one whose coming you did not predict. Armored in night-black spellsteel over which lie the flayed skins of old victims writhing in the torment of unlife, you know not if it is alive, undead, or a dark-hearted daemon. Upon it you spy wards and protections like a dark constellation, against fire and lightning, against magic itself. Even his steed, festering plague-ridden monstrosity that taints the very ground it treads upon, bones held together as much by foul sorcery as rotting skin and sinew, is gifted with the power to stride upon the air.

    "Finally a foe worthy of dying by claw and fang," Amrelath hisses, the fel lights of his eyes pulsing blood red as he wields his own sorcery to assess the foe. "Let us tear him apart between us and claim his treasures likewise between us."

    Almost as though he had somehow heard the words the figure's helmeted head turns to look upon the sky: "Why do you demean yourself in serving the living child of the Pale Queen?" The words are in the dragon tongue of old, the voice uncannily soft, a kindhearted scolding. Beneath them there is something wet and rotting, like the squirming maggots through red flesh.

    "Little wonder thou would bow to festering that revel in decay, who are little more than a pale worm thrashing in the earth," the accursed dragon calls back, voice dripping with disdain, and as the two of your circle closer and Dany, Lya, and Moonsong join you in the air, looking unharmed to your relief... and in Moonsong's case even enthusiastic.

    "That was a well-wrought mockery," she compliments Amrelath, seemingly sincerely, though it only earns her a huff of smoke dark smoke in reply, though you cannot tell if it is a mark of dislike or simple confusion.

    "We need to kill those things before they can hit the lines," Dany says urgently.

    To that you must agree, you have seen this night how powerful magic can break armies, and though you trust your soldiers to stand firm longer than even the Unsullied, this is not a foe they can defeat.

    What do you do?

    [] Write in battle plan

    OOC: I spent a lot of time trying to find a proper picture for the leader, but in the end I did not manage it so rather than have pictures for everything except the scariest thing on the field I decided to do without.
     
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    Also, for all the salt that was spilled in that debate, daymn, am I happy we took Archons with us.
    PR, efficiency and meat-shields in one neat, shiny package!

    ...We'll totally have to repay them now, won't we.
    For all this was "help freely given", it feels like they're doing too damn much already.
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    The fact that we will show mercy to the surrendering and free the slaves, are already more than enough payment for the Archons, for them a good deed is it's own reward, they are probably feeling grateful towards us, for giving them this opportunity to purge the evil from Tyrosh, and save all those suffering under it's yoke, though making an Orphanage or soup kitchen in their name, would be a gesture they would appreciate.
     
    Is the Pale Queen referring to a Valyrian ancestor of some sort?
    Maybe the one who overthrew the dominion of the Reds long ago.

    Regardless, it's always nice to hear more hidden lore about the world. :)
     
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