A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Goldfish
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Our current large-scale Alchemy efforts aren't using any PC time at all. Mercy and Valeria are using free spell slots to cast Unseen Crafter spells. That's it.
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You are missing my point. What I'm miffed about is that instead of setting up a manufactory or something, we have two PC-level crafters stretch their time to do everything.
Goldfish
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We know from previous Divinations that have been run in the background ever since learning of the Wildfire that no one has discovered them yet. Considering that magic had not yet returned when they were hidden, there should be no protections around them. And too few people knew about the Wildfire for there to be any sort of large and dangerous traps guarding it.
Goldfish
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I just don't see a viable alternative at this time, not if we want to actually produce anything in significant quantities. Between Mercy and Valeria, there are virtually hundreds of Unseen Crafters, each benefiting from their relatively high Alchemy skill ranks and bonuses, churning out Alchemical goodies.
There's no good way to compete with that in the short term. We don't have enough people trained in Alchemy to rely on them, nor do anything like large-scale industrial processes exist on Planetos.
Next turn, if you want us to devote Waymar's time toward designing such a large-scale process, rather than just brute forcing it with magic, I'll fully support you in that. Tyene, Mercy, Valeria, and some of the Scholarium Initiates should be able to help. I don't see why we couldn't purpose build a large Alchemy production facility for this purpose. I don't know how long would be required for Waymar to work it all out, but it's seems as good a use for his time as anything else.
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- Sweden
Need to remember this when Euron interrupts just wheb wr are about to destruct the Wildfire.
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- Germany
You have my alembic!
Vote closed.
tarrangar
Fat arctic chicken
We can always present a single flask of it to Yss first, and ask if there's enough power in there for it to be worth the risk to sacrifice it to him, he can probably determine that far better than we can.
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A coup? If Myr is post Lys, why not just plant an army a fair bit from the ates he then walk forward in TD form, with some party, and demand surrender? And then our pro-viserys contacts smooth things over and make rule possible. the
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- Brazil
He is strangely absent.
Tho for me, I was expecting something yesterday's night.
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- Australia
The same reasons we don't give advanced warnings now, it's unnecessarily dangerous and somebody can always do something to inconvenience you if only given enough time, the other thing is that anyone worthy of being forcibly replaced/subordinated isn't worth the effort of engaging with in that way.
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It's less effort on our part and the Quiesling government can handle the cleanup.
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Huh? We use tower to transport army nearby to city. Army comes round corner and stop in sight of Myr. TD Viserys and some party members walk up and demand the surrender of Myr. Our current contacts either make themselves scarce if we can't get Myr to surrender, or help push for that option if it is possible.
egoo
Totally Not Creating Problems Where None Existed
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- Russia
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"Greetings. I own a portable demiplane. I
am now accepting surrenders"
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Part MMCCCXXIV: Of Gold and Glass
Of Gold and Glass
Twentieth Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
Though there is little time to ask about the venture to the southlands, particularly if you wish to do so without arousing suspicion, there is another way you can find at least some of which you seek. You ask the wind itself, a whisper guided by insight of old and ever shadowed answers, eager to echo back the rumors it had heard while they yet have a voice to speak:
...a drunken confession of woes and heartbreak, sweet-smelling vines that slip around a traveler's neck at night and choke the life from them as they twist heedless in poisoned bliss, of wicked spirits with wings of leaves and on their brows a crown of thorns guarding a shrine wrought of purest gold.
...the faint click of a jeweler's instruments as he weighs and tests some uncanny treasure: "Nothing like I've seen before... it seems warm to the touch, almost alive."
Finally the clangs of of enchanted glass on metal, loud even in memory, precede strange sounds somewhere between a hiss and a squawk, then a hushed voice heavy with avarice: "Are those eggs?"
The whispers fall away, though not before you catch a tantalizing name: Laughing Lazo, beast-tamer, circus master, softest of all: enchanter.
"They found some sort of beast or beasts at an altar guarded by fey or plant spirits," you explain to Dany as you return to the here and now like a swimmer pushing his head above the water. "There was something about a fight and then eggs..." you trail off.
"Mayhap they were forced to kill whatever beast they captured and cut its belly open to find eggs," your sister offers after a moment. "You said you heard glass, right?" At your nod she continues thoughtfully. "I can think of at least one glass weapon that might be used to halt a rampaging monster... Perhaps our friends at the guild have more to speak on than we had first assumed."
***
Rather than driving you to the glasssworks where you last met Lady Phassen, the carriage deftly finds its way through the streets of Myr until you reach a manse at the outskirts of the city, but still guarded by the outermost wall. The main house is built of polished sandstone seemingly conceived specifically to frame the tall glass windows, subtly tinted that light might dance playfully over the fine but deceptively simple furnishings.
"Oh... I had not expected three," Dany whispers as you enter the sitting room, clearly more to herself than to you. Noticing your attention she explains: "There are three secret passages leading to this room, or I suppose two passages and a flight of stairs that I think can also serve as trap if opened unexpectedly."
An unexpected microcosm for Myr itself then, you think in amusement—polished and elegant on the surface, filled with hidden traps underneath.
The lady of the house does not leave you waiting long, sweeping into the chamber with a courteous warm on her lips, as though this were some long expected visit. She seems unchanged save for the bizarre creature twining itself lazily around her shoulders. The creature seems to be a wilful mismatch of features crafted by some mischievous god: the scales of a serpent, short muscular legs that seem almost bird-like, and the face of a weasel adorned with sharp tusks like a boar. Gold-sniffer, the Valyrians called them, or Ramidreju in the fey tongue which most seem to know but do not speak, and it seems the creature's reputation does not lie, for though the gold of Mammon's Folly is hidden by a glamour the creature's small black eyes do not stray from it for an instant.
Once it becomes clear the little beast has enough restraint not to leap forward, your attention turns back to its mistress. It does not escape your notice that she addresses both you and Dany by your royal titles. How far does that courtesy extend, you wonder, deciding to test it with a few questions before moving on the main purpose of your journey.
Though Lady Phassen seems curious as to where you might have learned to the expedition to Sothoryos, she does not seem perturbed, explaining that Noror Vaegen, a fellow member of the Conclave of Ten, had launched an expedition to the wild lands of Sothoryos in search of a lost Ghiscari colony somewhere southwest of Lesser Moraq. Though the expedition had not found the colony they had happened upon some sort of 'golden lighthouse' that lured sailors to their doom on treacherous currents and deadly rocks.
Truth be told you have some doubts about the perfidy of the fey spirits that inhabited this tower considering just how rich the expedition's backers stand to become from all the gold and gems they looted from there, enough that they have not even sold the greater portion, determined to sell widely for the best price.
Among the remains had been a strange idol in the shape of a great frog grown larger and heavier with every day of the journey north until finally three days after the lead ship made it to port it came alive with some malignant purpose. Thankfully Lady Phassen assures you that the thing had been dealt with by the glass servitors which had been set to guard it. Though the toad idol turned to lead as it was sundered, within the Myrmen had found seven mysterious golden eggs.
"What of your companion?" Dany asks, intrigued.
"They seem to have been drawn to the treasure and bargained with the the Venture captain to serve for gold," the lady explains.
You nod, setting your thoughts in order for the main reason you came here, to explain your plans and new-forged alliances.
What do you say?
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OOC: Sorry this took so long. I had to go out unexpectedly.
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Eh. They can keep the toad eggs.
@DragonParadox, while we're in Myr, did the Wayfinder ever detect any dragon eggs in the city?
@DragonParadox, while we're in Myr, did the Wayfinder ever detect any dragon eggs in the city?
