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

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We could potentially split our time. The first two days for hunting whalers and convoys and getting all those nifty ships and sacrifices, and the last days for hunting the Bey of Beggars and looting the crap out of his palace.
 
Mmm.

Not to keen on seeing they bey again honestly. The sultan probably already flayed him, and I want to see what the whalers are hauling.

As well as protecting the fire whales.
 
@Duesal @Azel Took us half a dozen hours to hit one convoy, and a few more to secure it.

So if we're enterprising and productive, we might be able to hit three or four in two days? But we need better intel. We missed the chance to get those supply convoys for the Salamander tributaries, but we could also pay them a visit and brag about how we made the Sultan's navy our whipping boys. Not only might the corsair kings have an idea of who to hit, but we can let them have it from there and focus on more interesting targets.
 
I'm not saying we can't hit whalers, I just think we should end on a high note after turning them into a endangered species.

Mind you, the whalers are a good target to get maps and some general intel on the area. They should at the very least know the usual routes of convoys and major shipping lanes.

But this is just too perfect a time to kill the Bey, steal everything he ever owned, take the Sultans taxes and then burn down the whole palace.


Because frankly? We just snatched a divine snack from his plate. It's physically impossible for him to be any angrier at us anyway.
 
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zxzx24 said:
Mmm.

Not to keen on seeing they bey again honestly. The sultan probably already flayed him, and I want to see what the whalers are hauling.

As well as protecting the fire whales.
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We might get lucky. Either way, there's always a Bey of Beggars, so there's always be someone to loot.
Crake said:
@Duesal @Azel Took us half a dozen hours to hit one convoy, and a few more to secure it.

So if we're enterprising and productive, we might be able to hit three or four in two days? But we need better intel. We missed the chance to get those supply convoys for the Salamander tributaries, but we could also pay them a visit and brag about how we made the Sultan's navy our whipping boys. Not only might the corsair kings have an idea of who to hit, but we can let them have it from there and focus on more interesting targets.
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Intelligence is a must. We can probably get more high-value targets and go home with quite a few high-value ships by the time we're done with this whole thing.
 
Wait a fuck mothering minute.

Whos hunting fire whales? Sporty rich people or people who hunt them as their day job?

Because dumb, vain, and wealthy efreet nobles probably pack a lot of loot on their treasure barges.
 
You know we could always do that most unholy of things. Split the party. Specifically the Viserys Team, Balya team and the Pirate team. All hitting easy targets while searching for prime encounters and calling the rest to port in.
 
zxzx24 said:
Wait a fuck mothering minute.

Whos hunting fire whales? Sporty rich people or people who hunt them as their day job?

Because dumb, vain, and wealthy efreet nobles probably pack a lot of loot on their treasure barges.
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The impression we were given is a admixture of the two, but flying ships are so expensive that they could only be funded by a wealthy Malik regardless.

But yes, your envisioning of a flying pleasure barge loaded to bear with anti-fire whale weaponry and elaborate magi-tech torture implements so that they can flay and fry whales on the go for shits and giggles while smoking out of a hookah and laughing about it with their shitty rich Efreeti frat bros?

Probably not wholly inaccurate.
 
Crake said:
The impression we were given is a admixture of the two, but flying ships are so expensive that they could only be funded by a wealthy Malik regardless.

But yes, your envisioning of a flying pleasure barge loaded to bear with anti-fire whale weaponry and elaborate magi-tech torture implements so that they can flay and fry whales on the go for shits and giggles while smoking out of a hookah and laughing about it with their shitty rich Efreeti frat bros?

Probably not wholly inaccurate.
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You know, and this is why you don't do such retarded bullshit.

It attracts both the greedy and the self-righteous.
 
Crake said:
But yes, your envisioning of a flying pleasure barge loaded to bear with anti-fire whale weaponry and elaborate magi-tech torture implements so that they can flay and fry whales on the go for shits and giggles while smoking out of a hookah and laughing about it with their shitty rich Efreeti frat bros?

Probably not wholly inaccurate.
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I would rather rob actual rich people who are roasting orphans the some poor(er) people who peed in our salad once.

DragonParadox said:
Mostly the latter.
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awwwwwwwww

Also what the heck do they get from fire whales?
 
zxzx24 said:
I would rather rob actual rich people who are roasting orphans the some poor(er) people who peed in our salad once.


awwwwwwwww

Also what the heck do they get from fire whales?
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Rare reagents, stuff like fatty oils, ambergris, etc. Whale stuff. But you know, fiery versions.
 
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Part MMCCLXXXIV: The Gift of Life
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    • The Gift of Life​

    Seventh Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC

    "Bide a while," you say after weighting your options. "There's someone who might be able to remove the wards without undue risk."

    "I hope to Kossuth's flaming whip you didn't bind one of the damn Efreeti for wishes," Yrten replies darkly. "I'd take my chances with a hammer over that any day..." he laughs, though without much mirth. "Truth be told I'd take my chances trying to bash the damn thing open with my head."

    "Rest assured I did not bind any genies to service," you reply simply. "This is one who I think has a stake in our hopes here today far beyond the vague hope of rewards."

    "Yss?" Waymar sounds amused, possibily enjoying the thought of Yrten and Siduri's likely reactions to the snake god's presence a little too much.

    You nod, then take your leave besides Tyene so as not to make use of one of your increasingly scarce wishes.

    ***​

    This time, rather than a dip in the ocean, you find yourself briefly manifesting in front of a startled-looking shepherd resting under a oak tree. The man jumps to his feet, crook in hand, wiping the sleep from his eyes with the other. As you speak your own spell you wonder if he will think you a dream, or perhaps share the tale at the local ale house.

    Regardless, you soon put him wholly out of his mind as you stand before Yss' pool, having bypassed attendants and gates in your haste. "Ancient One, I bring tidings of great boons that might serve us both, but also great peril. Time is short and this offering I cannot bring before you for the path is barred."

    As it had done many times before the vessel's answer surprises you. Rather than ask questions of placed conditions it hisses: "You ssspeak truth asss you know it... shown wisssdom before... I will come. If trust falssse then.... offering in the sscales"

    "As you say, Ancient One," you reply with but a moment's thought. Not for the first time you wonder what it says about your life that you trust this primordial avatar more than you do the vast majority of mankind.

    ***​

    The barriers between the worlds warp unnaturally in that brief instant of formless grey, perhaps with the will of Yss now so much stronger than he was when you first carried the vessel from Mantarys. A strange hollow thunder announces your return in the precise place you had come from.

    "What the fuck is..." Yrten cuts off abruptly at Siduri's frozen expression.

    "Leave it be!" the mage hisses urgently.

    "I have no interest in cheating you out of our deal," you say for the third time in so many hours. "If my own honor is not guarantee enough, know that Yss would look poorly indeed on oath-breaking."

    The enormous ebony-and-crimson-scaled serpent gives no indication that he had heard, likely because for him such things are as self-evident as mortals needing air to live.

    "The snake's worth more than this ship," the raider captain notes, though from the tone it sounds like a negotiating position. Truth be told his own knowledge of what the devils were carrying was quite vague while the ship's other treasures, and the vessel itself, are all quite solid.

    "We need to get through that gate in a timely fashion or we will be dealing with far more devils than any of us would be comfortable with," you point out in a calm reasonable manner. Ser Richard catches your eye and shakes his head almost imperceptibly, likely amused by the sheer strangeness of haggling in such a place and in such company.

    The raider captain passes his fingers through his fiery beard in thought. "I suppose it makes sense that snakes would get along together, and I'd rather spare the aeon blood against some other need. Have at it."

    You had expected some shattering blow of crushing serpentine flesh or primal magic. Instead the vessel simply settles down to stare at the door, seemingly doing nothing at all... if one only looked to its head and eyes. It is its coils that weave and contort in ways that mere flesh and blood however nimble could not hope to match. Thus nine words of opening are writ in hallowed scale, and on the last the doors slide slowly... soundlessly open.

    It takes a moment to adjust your eyes to the darkness... no, rather for the murk that is too thick for even a dragon's eyes to pierce to rush out and fade. Rina gasps, Dany and Tyene curse, and even Ser Richard pales at the sight that stands revealed then.

    The being before you may once have been a serpent to match the vessel's length, perhaps even surpass it. Every scale seems broken, pried open with rusted nails. Its tail had been cruelty slit in three at the tip, still bleeding in a slow mournful drip. Perhaps it once had wings, but now only their skeleton remains encased in lead-bound in accursed script. Three heavy chains bind it: gold, silver, and brass.

    "May we heal you?" Dany asks softly.

    The prisoner's ruined eyeless head turns to her: "So my final vision did not lie..." it whispers in tongue of dragons, pure and without flaw. "Save your magic, child, I am beyond healing, though not beyond renewal... Remove the chains..."

    "Yes,"     Yss hisses as much within your mind as without.

    So emboldened you set about your task. The chains are heavy and they are strengthened with spells, but they had obviously not been meant to withstand blood-kindled dragonfire or Purity's thrice-blessed edge. Thus the broken serpent is soon free, at least as much as he can be in his condition.

    The moment the last chain falls away, the being, not Jazirian of old but something of him, begins to twist and contort, to all the world seeming as though it is dying at last. It lies still.

    "Bloody H...." Yrten's curse is cut off by the body beginning to move again, but in an altogether different way, as though something within it were trying to get out.

    The scales tear to reveal what is clearly a very young serpent, for all it is already six feet long. You would call it new-hatched if you had not seen that there was no egg involved. Its scales are lustrous copper, its feathers vibrant green, gold, and crimson, its eyes alight with the curiosity and the knowledge of ages both.


    "Will you help me?" it asks Yss, voice high and chirping like a songbird's though much stronger than its dead progenitors' had been.

    "Yess," the vessel hissed. "A price assked... First the mortals..."

    It takes you a moment to shake yourself and realize what Yss is speaking of. He will not complete his divine bargain until you settle your own business with Yrten fairly, for without that bargain Yss could not exert his will in this place at this time.

    What bargain do you propose?

    [] Write in

    OOC: You can also offer suggestions to Yss and his new friend for their relationship, though the important part is handling your business with Yrten.
     
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    • Okay, terms.

    1. The Coatl obviously comes with us
    2. We have dibs on the sacrifices we just harvested
    3. I for one would like the ship

    And then they get everything else, including the devil corpses for reagents, the weapons and armor, and any other treasures the ship may have been carrying, along with a pretty fat check to pay for whatever leftover value we need to deal with. I truly don't mind paying in the face of what we're about to get.
     
    O.k. Well, glad we brought Yss now.

    As a life/death god he would have been able to fix just about anything that went wrong and/or help them on their way.
     
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