tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
I'm not sure if Moonsong is the kind she would trust either, and we want her to be the queen of a Fae court, making her subordinate to another Fae nixes that.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Sailor Arcanum, go!
- Location
- France
Her being immediately willing to serve us is a relief, but it was weird to me at first until I realised - it's a Fey! We are its creator, and it is bound to stories!
And the clear leader of the party.
And we tell Vee what to do day to day all the time!
We also own the ship, the land, and the reagents necessary to make any of this happen.
And more importantly, we talk to her regularly and have the insane socials to make any of this happen without bossing her around at all!
So 50/50 chance it rebels and kills us
We're the King.
And the clear leader of the party.
And we tell Vee what to do day to day all the time!
We also own the ship, the land, and the reagents necessary to make any of this happen.
And more importantly, we talk to her regularly and have the insane socials to make any of this happen without bossing her around at all!
- Location
- The internet
Enjoy paying for the privilege of a flagship that wants to avoid combat in favor of exploring.
Wasn't the fact that the Dryad would want to keep her tree safe one of the arguments against this idea?
This is sound logic, except for where it was explicitly not the motivation behind re-opening the vote. It was a decision that had good consequences made for a reason I find disagreeable, I'm not staging a revolt over it or anything.
Moving onto being constructive, maybe we can send the Tree!Rhaella to Yi-Ti? Some fun exploration and new things to learn that way, and it doesn't leave her sitting in the docks.
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- Location
- ?????????
Well so much for a combat ship I guess we can send her to explore Yi Ti I guess. In fact, it might be good because of her curious nature she can bring information of magic from around the world. So yeah exploration ship is a go.
- Location
- United States
I'd rather spend a bit of time getting her a nice crew first. A mission that far away shouldn't be done on nothing more than a whim with no preparation.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
I want to sail it into the harbor of Braavos under Garin's Mass Invisibility spell, then drop the effect just to cause much soiling of pants. Then we can visit Uthero, show him what we did to his masterpiece, then invite the Lochlord over to have tea under the branches of the Queen.
- Location
- Philippines
Sounds like a job for the Windward Society. Grazdan reincarnated is still a Legendary Captain.
- Location
- ?????????
I mean we can give the boat to moonsong. Since she is not human moonsong is the best choice.
Edit: Or Grazdan the legendary captain
Canon Omake: Fireflies
- Location
- Germany
<< Previous
The sun was just disappearing behind the mountains, the peaks to the east still painted a warm orange by it's shine. It left behind a comfortable warmth, just in the right range between the sweltering heat of the day and the chilly breeze of the night. The girl sat there in the grass on the side of the hill her home stood upon, her gaze wandering between the village below and the edge of the nearby forest. She was not here out of idle lazyness, or at least not just that. The other children had called her a liar when she told them of the glowing bugs living in the forest, but she would show them. She would catch one and shove in their stupid faces, then they would see that she was right and they were wrong to call her names.
She could almost taste her sweet victory already when she was rudely interrupted by a hand ruffling her hair. "Have you not heard your mother? You should eat somthing and not sit out here and daydream until the day is over."
As she tilted herself backwards, she saw the upside down face of her father who stood behind her. Kindly he smiled down at her, waiting for a response. "I can't! If I go now, I miss the glowing bugs and then I can't catch one!" She could eat tommorow. A nice and big victory feast. One like a king had.
"You mean the fireflies?" She tried to nod quickly, but she lost her balance in the movement and fell backward, loosing sight of her father for a moment. When she turned around to look for him, he already sat next to her. "Come on. Go to your mother and have some stew. I will call for you when the fireflies come." Then he nodded once towards the small hut that was their home before looking at the forest like a hawk.
For a few moments, she looked between the forest, her father and the hut, unsure if she could really abandon her important hunt for something as common as a pot of stew. Then she settled her gaze on her father, putting on the most serious look she could put on. "You promise?"
He chuckled at that, yet never took his eyes off the forest. "I promise. I wouldn't disappoint my little girl, would I? But hurry up. I don't think I can catch them without you and if you don't eat, you will be too hungry to chase after them."
As if on cue, her stomach twisted in that unmistakable way that announced that it wanted to be filled and loath as she was to admit it, her father was right. "I'll be fast then!" She had already taken off running, shouting it back behind her almost as an afterthought while the shape of her father became smaller in her view. When she reached the wooden cottage, she didn't bother slowing down, instead barging against the door to push it open while stepping through it.
A cold wind followed her in during the short moment before the door swung back close. The inside of the hut was dark, only the meager flames of the fireplace shedding some light. Her father sat on a chair next to it, staring listlessly at the embers. The right sleeve of his shirt was empty and likewise the right leg of his panths. He looked haggard and almost like a statue, staring at nothing in particular and not even acknowledging that she had entered.
In confusion, she looked for her mother and found her sitting at the table spooning a thing, watery gruel. She looked frazzled and a bit gaunt, a bone deep tiredness making her eyes look sunken and hollow. Yet the girl needed to know what was going on. "Mama? Why is papa looking at the fire?"
For but a moment, her mother looked at her, then her father, before sighing slightly and staring back at the floow. "You know that we don't speak about this. Maybe when you are older."
She was torn between running over to her father and ask him instead, but the forlorn mien he wore frightened her. It was not right for him to look like this. "But we were hunting glowing bugs. He smiled at me. He ruffled my hair with his hand. Why isn't he smiling anymore?" A slight edge of panic creeped into her last words. This made no sense.
Her mother just shook her head and started to eat her thin meal again. "Don't speak about his hand. Maybe he will tell when you are older."
"But..." Her breaths were growing faster and confusion slowly gave away to fear. "But he was happy when we hunted bugs. I just need to catch one and he will be happy again. It will be good again if I catch one for him." It had to be. He was just sad that he had disappointed her and nothing else. She could fix this.
Before her mother could stop her, she had run outside again, taking laborous steps through the knee-high snow towards the forest. Her mother was following her though and calling her back. "It is winter! There are no fireflies in winter! Come back! You can't help him!"
Yet the cries just drove her to try to get to the forest faster. It made all sense to her. "The Septon said that if a good person wishes for something, the Seven will give it to them. I'm a good girl. There will be fireflies, because the Seven make them come. And then I bring papa a firefly and he will be happy again! And the Seven make him a new hand and a new leg! Because I'm a good girl and want that! And papa is a good man!" Tears were running down her face, first warm then turning icy in the cold wind. She was cold, but she waded on through the snow. She had to. This was all her fault and she had to fix it, he breath and words growing more frantic and hysteric with every step.
Then she stopped, not because she wanted, but because her mother had caught up and held her by her shoulders. Her grip was firm as she spun the girl around, crouching down to look right in face. "You can't fix this! There are no fireflies!"
The grip tightened slowly, becoming first uncomfortable, then outright painful. With growing dread the girl saw how her mothers face turned from saddness to wrath. "Mama... please..."
"No! You and these stupid fireflies!" She began to shake the girl, her nails digging into her shoulders and eliciting a strangled whimper of pain. "This is all because of the fireflies! This is all because of the Septon!" The girls breathing grew ragged and panicked as red streaks began to marr the clothes of her mother as if she was bleeding. "You can't fix this! The fireflies can't fix this!"
Blood began to seep from her mothers mouth, first just a trickly, but then growing to a stream. The girl tried with all her might to scream, yet her throat was tightening, strangling her and not letting out even the faintest sound. "This is their fault! This is all because of you!" The blood was flowing freely now, the claw like nails of her mother tearing into the girls flesh right down to the bone while she was shaken like a doll. With each words, droplets of searing hot blood landed on her face. "This is your fault! This is all your fault! You did this!"
There was no jolt, no start, no true end. Her eyes just fluttered open, replacing the blood soaked image of her screaming mother with the darkness shrouded ceiling. Like a shroud that was slowly drawn from her, the nightmare lingered and clung to mind and body, refusing to let go of her even in wakefullness. She could still feel the holes her mothers claws were digging, still feel the cold wind and still smell the rancid blood on her face. The feelings only slowly receded, leaving behind the almost comforting dampness of cold sweat and the helpless dread crawling through her spine.
Anya let out a ragged breath as her body slowly began to obey her again, the heavy breaths she was taking slowly turning shallower and calmer. She hated it when they lingered. She hated the feeling of helplessness. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing that anyone could do. She had to live with these twisted nightmares, with the terrifying images that made no sense. She had to live with the scant few memories she had of her parents being tainted by them.
There were no fireflies in Gulltown. There were no fireflies in the Deep. That was good. She honestly didn't know if she could take it to see them when awake.
AN: I originally thought about covering a lot more then this, but I think this works better on it's own.
Fireflies
The sun was just disappearing behind the mountains, the peaks to the east still painted a warm orange by it's shine. It left behind a comfortable warmth, just in the right range between the sweltering heat of the day and the chilly breeze of the night. The girl sat there in the grass on the side of the hill her home stood upon, her gaze wandering between the village below and the edge of the nearby forest. She was not here out of idle lazyness, or at least not just that. The other children had called her a liar when she told them of the glowing bugs living in the forest, but she would show them. She would catch one and shove in their stupid faces, then they would see that she was right and they were wrong to call her names.
She could almost taste her sweet victory already when she was rudely interrupted by a hand ruffling her hair. "Have you not heard your mother? You should eat somthing and not sit out here and daydream until the day is over."
As she tilted herself backwards, she saw the upside down face of her father who stood behind her. Kindly he smiled down at her, waiting for a response. "I can't! If I go now, I miss the glowing bugs and then I can't catch one!" She could eat tommorow. A nice and big victory feast. One like a king had.
"You mean the fireflies?" She tried to nod quickly, but she lost her balance in the movement and fell backward, loosing sight of her father for a moment. When she turned around to look for him, he already sat next to her. "Come on. Go to your mother and have some stew. I will call for you when the fireflies come." Then he nodded once towards the small hut that was their home before looking at the forest like a hawk.
For a few moments, she looked between the forest, her father and the hut, unsure if she could really abandon her important hunt for something as common as a pot of stew. Then she settled her gaze on her father, putting on the most serious look she could put on. "You promise?"
He chuckled at that, yet never took his eyes off the forest. "I promise. I wouldn't disappoint my little girl, would I? But hurry up. I don't think I can catch them without you and if you don't eat, you will be too hungry to chase after them."
As if on cue, her stomach twisted in that unmistakable way that announced that it wanted to be filled and loath as she was to admit it, her father was right. "I'll be fast then!" She had already taken off running, shouting it back behind her almost as an afterthought while the shape of her father became smaller in her view. When she reached the wooden cottage, she didn't bother slowing down, instead barging against the door to push it open while stepping through it.
A cold wind followed her in during the short moment before the door swung back close. The inside of the hut was dark, only the meager flames of the fireplace shedding some light. Her father sat on a chair next to it, staring listlessly at the embers. The right sleeve of his shirt was empty and likewise the right leg of his panths. He looked haggard and almost like a statue, staring at nothing in particular and not even acknowledging that she had entered.
In confusion, she looked for her mother and found her sitting at the table spooning a thing, watery gruel. She looked frazzled and a bit gaunt, a bone deep tiredness making her eyes look sunken and hollow. Yet the girl needed to know what was going on. "Mama? Why is papa looking at the fire?"
For but a moment, her mother looked at her, then her father, before sighing slightly and staring back at the floow. "You know that we don't speak about this. Maybe when you are older."
She was torn between running over to her father and ask him instead, but the forlorn mien he wore frightened her. It was not right for him to look like this. "But we were hunting glowing bugs. He smiled at me. He ruffled my hair with his hand. Why isn't he smiling anymore?" A slight edge of panic creeped into her last words. This made no sense.
Her mother just shook her head and started to eat her thin meal again. "Don't speak about his hand. Maybe he will tell when you are older."
"But..." Her breaths were growing faster and confusion slowly gave away to fear. "But he was happy when we hunted bugs. I just need to catch one and he will be happy again. It will be good again if I catch one for him." It had to be. He was just sad that he had disappointed her and nothing else. She could fix this.
Before her mother could stop her, she had run outside again, taking laborous steps through the knee-high snow towards the forest. Her mother was following her though and calling her back. "It is winter! There are no fireflies in winter! Come back! You can't help him!"
Yet the cries just drove her to try to get to the forest faster. It made all sense to her. "The Septon said that if a good person wishes for something, the Seven will give it to them. I'm a good girl. There will be fireflies, because the Seven make them come. And then I bring papa a firefly and he will be happy again! And the Seven make him a new hand and a new leg! Because I'm a good girl and want that! And papa is a good man!" Tears were running down her face, first warm then turning icy in the cold wind. She was cold, but she waded on through the snow. She had to. This was all her fault and she had to fix it, he breath and words growing more frantic and hysteric with every step.
Then she stopped, not because she wanted, but because her mother had caught up and held her by her shoulders. Her grip was firm as she spun the girl around, crouching down to look right in face. "You can't fix this! There are no fireflies!"
The grip tightened slowly, becoming first uncomfortable, then outright painful. With growing dread the girl saw how her mothers face turned from saddness to wrath. "Mama... please..."
"No! You and these stupid fireflies!" She began to shake the girl, her nails digging into her shoulders and eliciting a strangled whimper of pain. "This is all because of the fireflies! This is all because of the Septon!" The girls breathing grew ragged and panicked as red streaks began to marr the clothes of her mother as if she was bleeding. "You can't fix this! The fireflies can't fix this!"
Blood began to seep from her mothers mouth, first just a trickly, but then growing to a stream. The girl tried with all her might to scream, yet her throat was tightening, strangling her and not letting out even the faintest sound. "This is their fault! This is all because of you!" The blood was flowing freely now, the claw like nails of her mother tearing into the girls flesh right down to the bone while she was shaken like a doll. With each words, droplets of searing hot blood landed on her face. "This is your fault! This is all your fault! You did this!"
There was no jolt, no start, no true end. Her eyes just fluttered open, replacing the blood soaked image of her screaming mother with the darkness shrouded ceiling. Like a shroud that was slowly drawn from her, the nightmare lingered and clung to mind and body, refusing to let go of her even in wakefullness. She could still feel the holes her mothers claws were digging, still feel the cold wind and still smell the rancid blood on her face. The feelings only slowly receded, leaving behind the almost comforting dampness of cold sweat and the helpless dread crawling through her spine.
Anya let out a ragged breath as her body slowly began to obey her again, the heavy breaths she was taking slowly turning shallower and calmer. She hated it when they lingered. She hated the feeling of helplessness. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing that anyone could do. She had to live with these twisted nightmares, with the terrifying images that made no sense. She had to live with the scant few memories she had of her parents being tainted by them.
There were no fireflies in Gulltown. There were no fireflies in the Deep. That was good. She honestly didn't know if she could take it to see them when awake.
AN: I originally thought about covering a lot more then this, but I think this works better on it's own.
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- The internet
Certainly, I meant that suggestion more as a general goal, than as an immediate one. I'm not planning on weighing in on the current vote at present for obvious reasons.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
I was joking at first, but the more I think about it, the more appealing a Sailor Arcanum made similarly to Mercy seems.
She would have the Air-Water-Positive Energy Lores for maximum mobility in the air and beneath the waves, constant healing aura to help the Queen and her crew, plus a lot of "Mass"-type wide area buffs which would also affect the ship; Mass Resist Energy, Haste, Blessed Aim, Mass Aid, Divine Protection, etc.
- Location
- Australia
Team Ship was my backup to floating island actually, was going to sleep as the vote started so no chance to change, not sure what the outcome was yet.
- Location
- Germany
It would be bad form to claim she has terrible nightmares and then not actually showing it.
- Location
- Australia
Like I said they could build up a list of things they have confirmed it doesn't work on but you assume they know that list is exhaustive when that's not realistic, your Fireball example is due to the system providing/assuming near perfect exhaustive knowledge in relation to the interactions of elements and evocations, to smoothe play because you have to know these things to resolve combat, you need to be able to tell your GM when his Fireball doesn't work. This is not the case here.
- Location
- The internet
This is a super neat idea.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
What makes you think we can't use it? It might not like combat, but that doesn't mean it will flee from a fight, or try to break away from our command if we ask it to help with a water-based assault.
There shouldn't be much need for that, though. We have far more peaceful uses for her.
What about the Queen carrying our first official diplomatic contact crew to the Summer Isles? That seems like it would be a really great first voyage.
- Location
- Australia
Hmm. Guess I'll have to be a bit more vocal in future.
But really, which is more attractive:
This:
or this:
The former, infinitely so and yes just by aesthetics.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
- Location
- Brazil
It's like people don't even read the update.
Which was great, btw.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
Ritual combat, you say?
Hmm, how does Ser Richard Lonmouth, King of the Summer Isles sound to ya'll?
- Location
- Germany
Richard: *grinds teeth*