Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
And a visit to the Sword Room, of course.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
- Thread starter DragonParadox
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- Location
- Brazil
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egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
- Location
- Russia
no, I think "Bear" is perfectly in line with Maelor's life
Canon Omake: The House of Bones
- Location
- Mexico
The House of Bones
Seventeenth Day of the Fourth Month 293 AC
Your guide introduces himself as Swifttailys of Essaria, a name you suspect he modified or made up for himself after learning the naming traditions of the freehold, but he does prove quite knowledgeable of the city and its customs. He tells you about the conquests of the city, the founding of the Vale of fire, he tell you also of the citizens of the Deep, from the bull men and the stone giants, all tall as pine trees, of the bountiful fruit trees and placid gardens among the rooftops, finally he moves to the tales of his lost home and the great exodus of his people, guided by their god to ride dragons across the plains to this promised land.
You take it all with a grain of salt.
As you walk the streets towards your destination, you pass by a large tree, all bone white and covered in red leaves, its sight brings back memories of another life, Stories repeat themselves, you wonder if you are now the old man or again the child.
***
You ran through the thick undergrowth, here and there you stumbled upon the large roots that crisscrossed the jungle floor, you hear voices behind you and know you are being chased, I'm going to die here, you despair, the thick canopy covers the jungle floor in eternal dusk, a grim place so different from the canals and open seas you still think of as home, you keep running.
You start to hear the hissing of arrows and spear around you, among the voices you begin to hear laughter too, this is all a game to them, you realize, the fury and hopelessness brings tears to your eyes, but also renewed vigor, they will have to work for their prey, maybe if you run fast and far enough, one of the monsters your father told you about will crawl out of the jungle and get them all, you would gladly die to see them fall with you.
Suddenly, something changes, some of the voices turn angry and you can heart them arguing among themselves, you look around and spot some macabre ornaments hanging from the trees, the skulls of humans and beasts hang from dried vines, some of the trees are painted white, with more bones tied around their trunks. Sensing the hesitation of your pursuers, you run towards where the ornaments are thicker, as move forwards the skulls become larger, you can almost feel something watching you from eye sockets bigger than your head, the trees are all white now, with paint covering the spots left open by huge ribs and scales of white bone.
As you move around a tree, you see a terrifying sight, the skull of a predator with a frill of bones spikes slowly moving towards you, but then you realize it is some kind of mask atop a frail old body, you turn around and see that your pursuers have stopped too, one of them says something, spits on the ground and turn to leave, you are left wondering what exactly you ran into when a hand grabs your shoulder.
You turn around and find the strange mask just inches from your face, it says something you can't understand, so you shake your head, then you can feel something in the air and the mask speaks again.
"I said, they can't follow you here boy, they have forgotten much, but they remember to fear this place or at least most of them do" The man chuckles, and you could swear the bones around you moved with him, behind you hear a rattle and what sounds like strangled screams cut short.
"You speak my language?" You ask startled, your father told you that the natives had their own languages, dozens of them, even Xenaco only spoke low valyrian and he was a traveller as much as you.
"I do now, but you better start moving, my house it's not far away, we need to look at your wounds"
You look at your hands and legs, they are covered in scratches, a long gash in your right leg marks the spot where an arrow must have barely missed you, as the thrill of your escape leaves your body you begin to feel the pain of the small wounds ,and the deep burn of your abused legs. The man is already several steps away, and you will yourself to follow him.
His "house" seems dreadfully small for someone who commands such a large domain you think, some colossal ribs piled together to form a roughly conical shape, with leaves and mud forming crude walls filling the space between them. The inside its not much better, a cot of twinned vines, a few pots laying around and some herbs hanging from the ceiling.
The man removes his mask revealing a dark, wrinkled face, and a smile full of yellowed teeth. "Sit now, I need to have a look at that leg" he tells you, you obey and watch as he puts a finger to your wound and then puts it in his mouth to lick the blood of it.
"Mmm, Blackvine Tar, they must be getting sloppy if they couldn't find anything better, this will take a few more hours to kill someone your size" You feel a cold dread grasp your heart at his words, poison? Of course their weapons would be poisoned, those men were savages, they would not want a fair fight.
The old man extends a hand towards you, but then stops "Mmm, It calls to you, yes, I think it may be time", He then removes a silver necklaces and puts it on you. "Our snake-friend medallion, it makes the jungle half as dangerous, anything that wants you dead will have to fight you for it now" He says with a crooked smile, you can feel the numbness around your wound disappear as whatever the medallion is does its work.
"It may be time for what?" you ask, "What do you mean with "Our snake medallion?".
"To pass it on, it is Mine, my master's, and his master, and so on, it was to be my apprentice's, but they killed him in the village" The strange old man says as he moves to examine you, you stay still as he knocks on your head.
"They killed my father too, and my friends, why do you leave so close to the village if they are murderers?"
"It was not their village, the village is dead too, and I suspect they will soon leave, they wanted your boat I think, and whatever you had, someone probably talked too much, now its all gone, no one else I can teach, a dead village and a lost art" He knocks on your head again, "You have a spark of magic in you, but it is asleep, like most of the world, and my arms are too weak to fan it into a fire now" You feel a deep sorrow from the man, and you realize that for a moment you had hoped he could teach you to make them fear you too.
"But you have good arms, come, follow me"
"Where are we going?"
"Outside, nothing I can do for your head, but you have good arms, I never practiced those arts, but some of the old bones might know, we are going to ask them"
OOC: Finally got some time to write, this is getting a bit out of hand, but i have to finish it now. Hopefully nothing i write conflicts to badly with DP's canon.
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Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
I thought so, too! Just goes to show his life already had plenty of bears in it before we sent him ass hunting.no, I think "Bear" is perfectly in line with Maelor's life
- Location
- United States
How best do we improve the sword?
Sword of Silver Fury
Description: Forged by moonlight, bathed in the blood of countless bestial shapeshifters, this sword recalls the primal rage of those long dead monsters seeming to only grow sharper and more deadly with every blade that fails to strike down the foe.
Ability: +1 Furyborn Mithral Sword (Counts as silver)
Caster Level: 7
Description: Forged by moonlight, bathed in the blood of countless bestial shapeshifters, this sword recalls the primal rage of those long dead monsters seeming to only grow sharper and more deadly with every blade that fails to strike down the foe.
Ability: +1 Furyborn Mithral Sword (Counts as silver)
Caster Level: 7
- Location
- ?????????
We have his skull correct? Shouldn't be too hard in that case. One of these days we will need a spell capable of tracking one's home just off the connection from the skull. Would that be divination?
- Location
- Brazil
That's actually Ser Richard's advice to him when they were fighting the Wild Hunt Archer back in the Stormlands.
- Location
- Brazil
Normally I'd say raising the enhancement as, due the DR rules, that's actually a pretty good invesment.
But Furyborn already does that. So I say we make it Keen, and perhaps give him a pair of Gloves of the Balanced Hand and a magical dagger.
Also, we've bought a Truedeath crystal for him, actually.
Great omake @das_slash. I loved the atmosphere. Nothing that conflicts with canon no.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
This is getting really good!The House of BonesSeventeenth Day of the Fourth Month 293 AC
Your guide introduces himself as Swifttailys of Essaria, a name you suspect he modified or made up for himself after learning the naming traditions of the freehold, but he does prove quite knowledgeable of the city and its customs. He tells you about the conquests of the city, the founding of the Vale of fire, he tell you also of the citizens of the Deep, from the bull men and the stone giants, all tall as pine trees, of the bountiful fruit trees and placid gardens among the rooftops, finally he moves to the tales of his lost home and the great exodus of his people, guided by their god to ride dragons across the plains to this promised land.
You take it all with a grain of salt.
As you walk the streets towards your destination, you pass by a large tree, all bone white and covered in red leaves, its sight brings back memories of another life, Stories repeat themselves, you wonder if you are now the old man or again the child.
***
You ran through the thick undergrowth, here and there you stumbled upon the large roots that crisscrossed the jungle floor, you hear voices behind you and know you are being chased, I'm going to die here, you despair, the thick canopy covers the jungle floor in eternal dusk, a grim place so different from the canals and open seas you still think of as home, you keep running.
You start to hear the hissing of arrows and spear around you, among the voices you begin to hear laughter too, this is all a game to them, you realize, the fury and hopelessness brings tears to your eyes, but also renewed vigor, they will have to work for their prey, maybe if you run fast and far enough, one of the monsters your father told you about will crawl out of the jungle and get them all, you would gladly die to see them fall with you.
Suddenly, something changes, some of the voices turn angry and you can heart them arguing among themselves, you look around and spot some macabre ornaments hanging from the trees, the skulls of humans and beasts hang from dried vines, some of the trees are painted white, with more bones tied around their trunks. Sensing the hesitation of your pursuers, you run towards where the ornaments are thicker, as move forwards the skulls become larger, you can almost feel something watching you from eye sockets bigger than your head, the trees are all white now, with paint covering the spots left open by huge ribs and scales of white bone.
As you move around a tree, you see a terrifying sight, the skull of a predator with a frill of bones spikes slowly moving towards you, but then you realize it is some kind of mask atop a frail old body, you turn around and see that your pursuers have stopped too, one of them says something, spits on the ground and turn to leave, you are left wondering what exactly you ran into when a hand grabs your shoulder.
You turn around and find the strange mask just inches from your face, it says something you can't understand, so you shake your head, then you can feel something in the air and the mask speaks again.
"I said, they can't follow you here boy, they have forgotten much, but they remember to fear this place or at least most of them do" The man chuckles, and you could swear the bones around you moved with him, behind you hear a rattle and what sounds like strangled screams cut short.
"You speak my language?" You ask startled, your father told you that the natives had their own languages, dozens of them, even Xenaco only spoke low valyrian and he was a traveller as much as you.
"I do now, but you better start moving, my house it's not far away, we need to look at your wounds"
You look at your hands and legs, they are covered in scratches, a long gash in your right leg marks the spot where an arrow must have barely missed you, as the thrill of your escape leaves your body you begin to feel the pain of the small wounds ,and the deep burn of your abused legs. The man is already several steps away, and you will yourself to follow him.
His "house" seems dreadfully small for someone who commands such a large domain you think, some colossal ribs piled together to form a roughly conical shape, with leaves and mud forming crude walls filling the space between them. The inside its not much better, a cot of twinned vines, a few pots laying around and some herbs hanging from the ceiling.
The man removes his mask revealing a dark, wrinkled face, and a smile full of yellowed teeth. "Sit now, I need to have a look at that leg" he tells you, you obey and watch as he puts a finger to your wound and then puts it in his mouth to lick the blood of it.
"Mmm, Blackvine Tar, they must be getting sloppy if they couldn't find anything better, this will take a few more hours to kill someone your size" You feel a cold dread grasp your heart at his words, poison? Of course their weapons would be poisoned, those men were savages, they would not want a fair fight.
The old man extends a hand towards you, but then stops "Mmm, It calls to you, yes, I think it may be time", He then removes a silver necklaces and puts it on you. "Our snake-friend medallion, it makes the jungle half as dangerous, anything that wants you dead will have to fight you for it now" He says with a crooked smile, you can feel the numbness around your wound disappear as whatever the medallion is does its work.
"It may be time for what?" you ask, "What do you mean with "Our snake medallion?".
"To pass it on, it is Mine, my master's, and his master, and so on, it was to be my apprentice's, but they killed him in the village" The strange old man says as he moves to examine you, you stay still as he knocks on your head.
"They killed my father too, and my friends, why do you leave so close to the village if they are murderers?"
"It was not their village, the village is dead too, and I suspect they will soon leave, they wanted your boat I think, and whatever you had, someone probably talked too much, now its all gone, no one else I can teach, a dead village and a lost art" He knocks on your head again, "You have a spark of magic in you, but it is asleep, like most of the world, and my arms are too weak to fan it into a fire now" You feel a deep sorrow from the man, and you realize that for a moment you had hoped he could teach you to make them fear you too.
"But you have good arms, come, follow me"
"Where are we going?"
"Outside, nothing I can do for your head, but you have good arms, I never practiced those arts, but some of the old bones might now, we are going to ask them"
OOC: Finally got some time to write, this is getting a bit out of hand, but i have to finish it now. Hopefully nothing i write conflicts to badly with DP's canon.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Another big advantage of killing dragon is that we likely have the goodwill of the local tribes it had controlled, baring those that fought with it, and the Brindled Men at least.
From them we not only have potential trading partners of rare goods but sources of information about the land that will fill in a lot of blanks, maybe even a guide.
They might be able to point our party in the right direction of Yss' kids or other neat things about the area they live in.
From them we not only have potential trading partners of rare goods but sources of information about the land that will fill in a lot of blanks, maybe even a guide.
They might be able to point our party in the right direction of Yss' kids or other neat things about the area they live in.
- Location
- florida
- Location
- Germany
While it's rather expensive, I still think this one would be very thematic to be put on Fleasticker.
Nullifying – d20PFSRD
- Location
- United States
The dragonhide armor is an absolute must, and should go to the druids. We get far too few dragons to fight.
Also, you can make items of Pounce? Huh.
- Location
- florida
It was mentioned as a possible boon from Yss... not sure if it ever got resolved.
@DragonParadox could we use the dragon parts to make an item of pounce.
Given its natural abilities.
- Location
- ?????????
It is a huge dragon by dnd size qualification. It better be enough. This isn't Warcraft where one has to kill 50 bears to make bear armor or some shit...hopefully
- Location
- Brazil
Did you momentarily call this "The House of Bronns"?
Because I'm sure I read that when it loaded first.
- Location
- Mexico
Erm, nope, i edited a few things after i posted but not the title.
Also, silly lich, Bronns live in castles not houses.
- Location
- Brazil
Which druids do we have that are in desperate need of armor?
Reva and Liset are like lv 1.
Crake
I AM THE STORM THAT IS APPROACHING
- Location
- USA
Actually I think Richard said it to him during the Soul Reaper fight.
- Location
- United States
It's nice to have in reserve since they can't wear metal. Soft Strider is also right up there with them for proper dragonhide armor.
- Location
- being near locations is my passion.
I expect that he will also be interested in Richard's ironward crystal too