Vote tally - A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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[X] "I'll be short while there are weapons in hand yet. I am tired, Ser, of killing. But not unready. My lady," you unsheath Dark Sister enough to be recognizable, "is sharp and quick, and she thirsts for blood always."
-[X] "Lay down your arms so that I may take the measure of the men who led so many to folly under the grasping vice-grip of dark gods and demons. Mayhaps you think me little better, but I am still a man, and you can trust the judgement of the Kings of Men more than you can the wrath of evil masters for perceived failures of their slaves, for that is what the Dark Lady you served viewed you as: little better than cattle to be discarded to the hungering wakeful dead who yet slumber beneath us thanks to my company's intervention."
-[X] "Whatever crimes I uncover, you know my judgement will be swifter and more merciful than She-of-Many-Colors would conjure by."
-[X] Viserys casts Air of Nobility before dealing with the sellswords, and Lya and Malarys use Detect Thoughts as they think necessary. Offer amnesty to those who have not converted to Tiamat worship, who did not knowingly provide slaves or other sacrifices to her minions, and who did not participate in any Tiamat-associated atrocities.
--[X] We are not unmerciful, nor are we predisposed to wasting talented men. Those deemed worthy of amnesty will be offered a place in our service among the newly formed Legion. Those who refuse will be allowed to keep their personal belongings, but nothing else, and will need to arrange their own transport back to civilized lands.
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[X] "I'll be short while there are weapons in hand yet. I am tired, Ser, of killing. But not unready. My lady," you unsheath Dark Sister enough to be recognizable, "is sharp and quick, and she thirsts for blood always."
-[X] "Lay down your arms so that I may take the measure of the men who led so many to folly under the grasping vice-grip of dark gods and demons. Mayhaps you think me little better, but I am still a man, and you can trust the judgement of the Kings of Men more than you can the wrath of evil masters for perceived failures of their slaves, for that is what the Dark Lady you served viewed you as: little better than cattle to be discarded to the hungering wakeful dead who yet slumber beneath us thanks to my company's intervention."
-[X] "Whatever crimes I uncover, you know my judgement will be swifter and more merciful than She-of-Many-Colors would conjure by."
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