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

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Does the fiend have to be killed? If a blood donation would suffice (without permanent HP loss), we've got Erynies and Heal ...

[x] Azel
 
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Bit busy. @Duesal, could you take over? We need to squeeze out everything on Varys and on the state of the court.

[X] Duesal
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[X] Plan Delegation Is Key
-[X] Agree to aid the VS experiment. Fetch a Steel Devil and a large batch of Hell-Iron for it.
-[X] Let the interrogations be done by Garin and Malarys instead.
--[X] Ask about the current spymaster who colluded with the Deep Ones to burn Sorcerer's Deep in wildfire. Extract all information on him.
--[X] See if the tongueless child reported to him. If not, then who?
--[X] What other factions are there that are known to have spies in King's Landing?
--[X] Find out how many other tongueless children there are, where they are usually assigned, what they are instructed to listen for, etc.
--[X] Find out the general state of the court, what the major factions are, what rumors there are, etc.
---[X] Discreetly see if there is anything the child might know about who might be a servant of Mammon in the Usurper's court.
--[X] See if the child knows of any rumors of Westeros as a whole
 
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[] Plan Delegation Is Key
-[] Agree to aid the VS experiment. Fetch a Steel Devil and a large batch of Hell-Iron for it.
-[] Let the interrogations be done by Garin and Malarys instead.
--[] Ask about the current spymaster who colluded with the Deep Ones to burn Sorcerer's Deep in wildfire. Extract all information on him.
--[] See if the tongueless child reported to him. If not, then who?
--[] What other factions are there that are known to have spies in King's Landing?
--[] Find out how many other tongueless children there are, where they are usually assigned, what they are instructed to listen for, etc.
--[] Find out the general state of the court, what the major factions are, what rumors there are, etc.
---[] Discreetly see if there is anything the child might know about who might be a servant of Mammon in the Usurper's court.
--[] See if the child knows of any rumors of Westeros as a whole
 
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Part MMCDXXII: Wrought of Sorcery and Screams
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    • Wrought of Sorcery and Screams​

    Twenty-Second Day of the Sixth Month 293 AC

    There is no fanfare or grandeur to the hour or the place, just a simple round stone chamber, the rays of the setting sun streaming in through a window set into the ceiling, bathing all in crimson light. An anvil shaped not of iron or even steel but dragonstone gleaming black stands in the center of the room, almost seeming to devour the light as it draws the eye into its depths. Though you wear mortal guise, the eyes of a dragon stare out at you from your reflection...

    "It is of utmost importance that the sacrifice not be allowed to summon any power of its own to disturb the enchantment," Irren repeats for what must be the seventh or eight time. You have a sense that he almost forgot who you are in the rush to craft his masterpiece, seeing only another set of hands to aid him. You can certainly respect the dedication more than sycophant's flattery.

    Following along quietly you mark the glyphs upon the walls and the arrangement of thin shallow troughs along the floor like veins of stone, all while listening to the chants the mage smith utters as he works to prepare the chamber for forging. It almost has the cadence of a call to some greater being, a prayer hollow at its core, and yet something about it seems hauntingly familiar...

    Honor to the Fallen, great though they are broken.

    You trace your hand along the cold glass of the bottle you are carrying, almost feeling the power bound within, the malice and the will to break all that is to the dominion of Hell.

    Glory to the Ancients who birthed their own doom.

    "Now," the smith calls between one verse and the next. Glass shatters and a odd turtle, its shell like polished steel, appears before you, the devil's hatred shining through in its gaze even beyond the simple mind you had cursed it with.

    By their fires we have been freed.

    Dark Sister descends, for once not grumbling in the slightest at being used as a ritual tool as black blood flows smoking and sizzling along the lines of stone.

    In their death will our power take root.

    As you watch with distant fascination the blood seems to take on a life of its own, worming its way across the floor as it takes on its true shape in a blinding flash of agonized life, then before your very eyes it rots away to nothing, curses echoing in its wake, diminished.

    By our will shall the world be wrought anew.

    The realization strikes you like a hammer. Some measure of the unhallowed strength that which the fiend had striven for throughout ages of leal service to the powers of Hell had been stripped from it, bent into the service of the enchantment. Could you make the magic bite deeper, give true death to fiends as surely as Yss can?

    Before you can follow the thought any further, the smith calls out again for you to light the fires, and light them you do. In crimson scales you are clad, and from your lipless mouth a line of fire springs as easily as breathing. The flames roar back as though alive as in their heart the metal is transmuted.

    The moments pass carefully counted as the mage smith catches his breath, then with deft hands he draws the molten metal forth and pours it into the mold, still chanting in the tongue of dragons of yore. Again and again the hammer of adamantine upon the anvil clangs, and in its song you can almost hear the verses anew as a shard of dragonsteel is folded into the heart of hell-forged iron, a seed in fertile ground.

    "I hope this works," Irren gasps. Not precisely the words one would like to hear as the power of the ritual gathers almost smotheringly thick, but you had insisted on using hell-wrought iron and on trying to forge bars rather than a sword or axe directly. Devils are not so common that you can afford to slay one for every weapon forged.

    By will and wishcraft you make the blood run up the wall then fall from the ceiling like poisoned rain over the red-hot bars. The metal cools with a hiss... but before the last of the fire can leave it you press your own bleeding left hand upon each of the ingots, cut just as you had opened it so many times in battle.

    And so at last the smoky grey whorls of dragonsteel lie writ within the steel...

    "I can't believe it," Irren breathes. He catches himself. "Not that I doubted you for a moment, Your Grace..."

    You chuckle, an almost hissing sound for your half-human form. "Then you had more trust in the notion than I did. The process will still need refinement if it is to work as effectively without my direct involvement, but it is good to see it can be made less wasteful."

    Valyrian Steel Creation unlocked

    Spellsteel's Blessing (Blood Magic, Major)

    School: Transmutation: Level 7

    Casting Time: Varies depending on forging time

    Material Components: 100 lbs of Hellforged Iron or 2,500 Gold worth of arcane reagents for every 50 lbs of Valyrian Steel

    Blood Component: 1 HD of sacrificed fiend per 50 lbs of Valyrian Steel

    Required Caster: None (Special: requires dragonfire)

    Secondary Casters: None (Currently requires wishcraft to stand in for specialized enchantments)

    Skill Checks: Craft (Smithing) DC 25, 1 success; Knowledge (Arcana) DC 20, 3 successes

    Backlash: Caster registers as an Evil Outsider to detection magics for one day

    Effect: Creates Valyrian Steel

    Failure: Caster becomes possessed by the spirit of the sacrificed fiend (Will save negates)

    Lost 600 lbs of Hell-forged Iron

    Gained 300 lbs of Valyrian Steel

    "What do you wish forged of this, Your Grace?" the smith asks, not quite knowing how to answer without risking offense.

    What do you reply?

    [] Swords for the Erinyes, they would enjoy blades wrought from the agony of their erstwhile fellows

    [] Banner poles for the Legion, let all the world know that they are honored no less than great warriors of yore

    [] Write in

    OOC: I rolled some arcana checks from Viserys to see if you could kludge together a more effective ritual and you did, though making large batches without using wishes will take a specialized forge.
     
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    • So we are giving each of our legions a standard correct? Like the Romans did. Maybe we should enchant them to hold spells like fireball or something?
     
    I want this stuff for the Legion, but making poles when we could make weapons seems stupid, at least until we have a forge set up for mass production. How many swords can be made out of 300 pounds? We could go with something for the officers as a start.
     
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    Man the Valyrians did not fuck around.

    Not only they mindbroke and fleshchanged dragons into fucking wyverns, and devils into godchow

    The fucking Valyrian steel ritual reminds them of how they made the great and the eternal into nothing more than tools
     
    [X] Swords for the Erinyes, they would enjoy blades wrought from the agony of their erstwhile fellows
     
    [X] Swords for the Erinyes, they would enjoy blades wrought from the agony of their erstwhile fellows
     
    The Valaryians may have been massive cunts, but holy hell they gave zero shits about relentlessly fucking over ancient evils.

    This is a huge deal, we want to start shouting from the rooftops that we can forge Valaryian steel. The legion may not be the most efficient use of the steel, but it'll show them off for everyone to see which is what we want. The Erinyes will get theirs in due time.
     
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    To be fair, before deciding if we are going to sacrifice any fiend, we should first offer them a chance at serving us. It is only fair that way.
     
    [X] Banner poles for the Legion, let all the world know that they are honored no less than great warriors of yore
    *looks at blood component*
    The fungal pods can't be ready soon enough.
     
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