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

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Crake said:
*shrug* I'm not invested like her. I roleplay this thread as if I were Viserys, with the same motivations and interests, and it's largely true.

Even down to uh... er... general proclivities.

Regardless, our relationship with Dany just works, there's implicit trust. That's always been there, but now we know where it's full extent lies. We would give her the world, but she knows fully well now that we would let it burn if it meant saving her. So she has incentive in turn to not do what she wants at great personal cost, since those costs mount and mount, piling up until she can't secret away the strain of it on her lonesome anymore.

As long as it continues to work, I doubt we'll be prodding this issue any time soon, not until it begins to creep up and cause issues which interfere with our agenda again.
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I read this again and actually understood what you and snow were talking about! Also I agree! Again!

[X] Goldfish

@Goldfish 50ft of rope. Adamantium crowbar. Sacrificial goat.

Sheeet. We probably should start carrying around some blood sacrifices in case of emergency shouldn't we?
 
[X] Goldfish

I had forgotten we even have the Seeker, is ther a reason we haven't been using him for questing lately? Dose he have a job in SD?
 
SeekerofLight said:
Plus, you need to have dragonlord blood to control him.
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Not dragonlord blood, just Valyrian blood, preferably complete with the purple eyes and silver hair.

Dragonlords --> Default masters of the Seeker
Regular Valyrian Mages --> Can be given command of the Seeker
Non-Valyrian Mages --> Will be hunted relentlessly unless the Seeker is ordered otherwise
Regular Valyrian People --> Citizens
Regular Non-Valyrian People --> Beneath all notice

Those are the basic parameters at least. So Teana, Maelor, and Hermetia could all be given control of the Seeker despite none of them being descended of the Forty Families.
 
OK vote closed. Dragon dream incoming.
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@Azel - Harbinger
Doesn't
"Str 33, Dex 18, Con -, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 18"
mean it's fully sapient, and would lose the immunity to mind-affecting?
 
Artemis1992 said:
No.

Because like undead and plant-creatures they have no "regular" mind to target.
You need to get inventive to control them.
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Yep. The range of spells that can control or influence Constructs are quite limited, and most of those come from Pathfinder. D&D source material is even more sparse on the subject.

Apparent Master is great for this, and is the method we used to snag control of the Iron Golems before claiming their command tokens. Unfortunately, the spell does not affect Intelligent Constructs.

Sabotage Construct works on Constructs just like the Confusion spell does on regular creatures. It's just a super specialized spell that would be very strange for anyone to possess. It's also a 6th level spell, so even fewer mages will be around who can use it, in comparison to Confusion which is 4th level.

Disable Construct is basically the Construct version of Hold Person, but requires a Touch Attack to succeed. It is effective against Constructs that are normally Immune to magic, though they receive a +4 saving throw bonus to resist.

Control Construct is a much stronger, but more limited version of Apparent Master, though again it is ineffective against Intelligent Constructs.

Drain Construct is a really good one for dealing with Constructs and likely something we would use if facing a dangerous Golem or similar Construct in combat. Like Disable Construct, this one works on Constructs that are normally Immune to magic, but they receive a +4 saving throw bonus to resist.

And that's pretty much all that is available, except for a 3rd Party spell, Confuse Constructs, which is directly contradicted by the higher level and somewhat less effective, but official Pathfinder spell, Sabotage Construct, that I listed above.

EDIT: Left out Halt Constructs, which is another 3rd Party spell that would normally be great if an official and much weaker Pathfinder spell of the same level, Disable Construct, didn't exist.
 
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Winning vote

[] Place the Seeker in a Smoky Confinement bottle and take one of the newly enchanted Whispering Braziers which have not yet been assigned.
-[] From the armory, equip Dany and Tyene with the Staves of Swarming Insects, Mereth with the Wand of Dispel Magic we acquired from the recently captured Erinyes, and Richard with the Minor Cloak of Displacement.
-[] Finish distributing the newly enchanted equipment to everyone going on the expedition to Valyria. Full list of relevant gear can be found HERE.
 
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Part MMCDXXIV: Of Fate and Choice
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    • Of Fate and Choice​

    Elsewhere Elsewhen

    The dream sweeps upon you softly, a shadow in the night, hardly known, barely felt but for the sound of bells long silenced. And in that tolling can be heard the grief of a goddess, the sorrows of a seer, the truth of an ancient tragedy. Clamor fills the sanctum... as one, three sets of eyes snap open, painfully. Three screams ring out as lids sealed closed with flesh-craft open into blooding wounds. Through the red haze you look upon the faces of your fellows for the first time since you have come to the temple and doubtless for the last.

    "It has come upon us at last, the Fate we have long denied," your voice is raspy from long disuse, but not unsteady. At least you will have that at the end.

    "Must you waste the last few breaths you still have upon this world on proclaiming the obvious, Laenor?" Ireana snaps. It is good to see that not even the end of the world could change her attitude. You do not bother hiding a smile.

    "The wards will hold a while longer," Maergor proclaims as he steps to the window to gaze upon the sky already turned pitch black with soot and ash spat from the depths of the earth. Lyceos died screaming upon its pyre, from the great gardens where beasts of this world and others choked to death under a broken dome, to the palace of the Aedil where the last of the city's battle mages had gathered upon the walls. As though to try to fight the time with a bucket...


    Tears sting your eyes hotter than blood, and you welcome the veil that falls upon your sight. "Forgive me, my lady, for this vision I cannot bear to witness..." you half-whisper, not even caring if the others can hear you.

    For the first time in more than three score years you think back on the frightened child you were when you first entered the temple, when the eyes of flesh had been closed that you may see with those of spirit, to the family you only dimply recalled. Did they die swiftly at least? you wonder as the voice of the bells finally fall silent beneath the screams and the roar of flame. Aerion, brother...

    In the corner shadows swirl and shift, a reflection of the hellish spectacle beyond or mayhap something more: "Come to me and you will be saved..."

    The whisper is so soft another might have dismissed it for the fevered imagining of a mind about to break, but a seer's senses are not so easily turned against them, even by the breaking of the world.

    "Begone from the halls of Syrax, tangler of fates!" you call in wrath. "Your kind has no place here."

    Melodious laughter echoes through the chamber, soft as silk yet venomous as an adder's kiss: "Your Goddess is dead, this sundered land shall be her tomb and that of all her kin, but it need not be yours, Farseer. My lord is generous, and he is willing to forgive pride for ones as skilled as you." As it speaks the demon reveals itself, a serpentine monstrosity merged with the body of a woman seemingly cut from purest jade. Jeweled rods and staffs of ebony glitter in her six hands. Beautiful she seems, more than all the vistas you had witnessed in your wanderings. The words of denial catch in your throat...

    "My lord Abraxas can open your eyes to truths that would make all you see before you seem no more than a grain of dust," the creature hisses.

    For a long moment that seemed to stretch into eternity you ponder the question. Yet before you can even speak the words of denial or damnation, Margor throws himself to the ground before the demon: "To the Lord of the Final Incantation I pledge..." His words fade into a gurgle of blood as a gold-hilted dagger sprouts from his neck.

    Ireana looks down at him in contempt for a moment before draining a flask she had been hiding somewhere in her robes. She falls too, dead before she even hits the ground.

    "Thoughtless fools the both of them," the demon woman hisses. "It is for you that I came."

    The naked flattery strikes you like a blow, shoving you from the edge of damnation. "A dragonlord I was born though I rode no dragon," you declare. "A dragonlord I will die, and not as a slave at your master's feet..." A word of power is swift upon your lips, more from instinct than from any hope that the roaring tides of magic will heed your call. Yet the howling madness seems to only make it stronger, echoing beneath the vaults of time as though from the lips of the goddess herself.

    Before your eyes the demon is ripped asunder... and you... fall... to sleep, grey and silent.

    ***​

    Twenty-Third Day of the Sixth Month 293 AC

    You wake not with a start, but with a sigh that one who passed such a dreadful test in the hour of final ruin would be consumed just the same. Perhaps you can honor his sacrifice by dealing the tempter a death more final than the one he could at the end. Together with Lya you meet the other in the entrance hall, Waymar still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Tyene ever ready for a new challenge, and Dany looking forward to seeing Valyria at last...

    "What portents did your dreams bring?" Malarys asks, sounding almost wistful.

    "How did you know?" you reply startled.

    "You have the look of a man glancing towards the horizon and beyond it..."

    Before the discussion can continue, Ser Richard arrives accompanied by a trio of Furies. If the presence of fiends at his back concerns the knight he does not show it. On hearing that you might face the servants of Abraxas once more, the knight shrugs. "They died well enough the first time."

    Smiling, your thoughts turn to the journey ahead.

    How do you travel across the Sea of Sighs?

    [] By ship, slower, but less likely to be waylaid by the lingering horrors in its depths

    [] By air, swift as an arrow aflame and just as obvious

    [] Write in

    OOC: Sorry this took so long. The interlude was tricky to piece together.
     
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