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As "save to negate ALL effect" spells, they are both less reliable then the various "save for half damage" spells, and the Dice Gods insure they fail when needed most. Or at least, that's my experience.
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Sleep at low levels is incredibly powerful. In 2nd edition Save vs Spell was very difficult for low tier monsters you're going to be facing from levels 1 to 5. Hell, depending on your class Save Vs Spell is going to be a crapshoot (as in crap, I didn't make it) until level 9 or 10, probably. The problem in 3.5 is that the save DC is typically low enough that enemies are probably going to make the save, but the party probably wont. I mean, 10+spell level+casting stat modifier (probably +2 or +3) is honestly not going to be a difficult save for level 1 spells.
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Granted, in 2nd edition it was quite likely that if the party didn't have any elves or half elves then a carelessly targeted Sleep spell would put both the enemies and entire party to sleep.
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Granted, in 2nd edition it was quite likely that if the party didn't have any elves or half elves then a carelessly targeted Sleep spell would put both the enemies and entire party to sleep.
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To be fair, she was also required to go through classes so that she knew what the FAA rules and regs are and why it is a good idea to follow them. In-universe, it wouldn't surprise me if some of the charges laid on a captured villain capable of flying is their not following those regulations. And when it comes to the rules and regulations of flight in the United States, the FAA is God in those matters.
That mean that the FAA's rules and regulations apply to everyone operating within the United States, no matter who you are. They may have some reasonable exceptions in-universe for various characters, such as heroes capable of flight and doing so while staying at a low altitude and airspeed, but I would not be surprised if all of the fliers in New Wave were at least first phase certified in terms of pilot training, which is the FAA mandated portion covering things like rules, regulations, and the relevant laws regarding flight. This is the first part of pilot training and is the one that all pilots go through before learning the basics of their aircraft and even the basics of piloting an aircraft, and that includes UAVs that are capable of carrying cargo (the basic civilian ones used by hobbyists for playing around don't require it, but that is due to height, speed, and range limitations on them, go past that and you have to become a licensed pilot).
It's not enough to make you a licensed pilot, but it is one bit of training that I wouldn't be surprised that all Protectorate Heroes capable of flight are required to go through.
GreydonCreed
Man of Culture
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In the city of Los Angeles, it's more like follow the freeways - come in from the Pacific and follow the East 60 Fwy, turn right and follow the South 710 Fwy, turn right and follow the West 105 Fwy, which ends at LAX.
At night you can see the lights of 4 - 6 planes in a line to land at LAX.
And unless someone has already posted this, the modern version of the Fireball spell used inappropriately.
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Are you talking about ground school?
Interlude : "And now, the news."
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Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
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While considering her plans for the day, Taylor had decided to turn on the TV news on Sunday.
"Hello, I'm Fox Donner. This morning, we're looking at the sudden emergence of various beings that were thought to have been merely myth or legend, yet have proven to be actually real. From dragons in New England, centaurs in the Midwest and Great Plains, Sasquatch in the forested areas of the northern tier of states, mermaids in Boston, Charleston, St. Augustine and Miami harbors, griffons in the Black Hills and Yellowstone, to various horrors straight out of a zombie movie roaming old cemeteries and battlefields.
"While dragons have been a thing in New England since the beginning of the year, they're beginning to spread across North America. There are verified sightings of a white dragon on Ellesmere Island in Canada, a green one in Michigan, a brass one in Iowa, to one that's racing with aircraft in and around Utah. Legendary dragons have made their presence known in the Amazon, Italy, and Germany.
"And that's just dragons. Multiple people have been seen walking around various cities that could be considered races from a variety of fantasy works." With that, the footage shifted from a very confused brass dragon emerging from the ruins of an apartment block to a view of the streets of Brockton Bay. It showed a scene from the Lord's Street Market where the Apple's produce stand featured prominently, along with stocky individuals making purchases, one with an impressive beard and the other best described by the term shortstack.
Both Madelynne and Qlive could be seen browsing the stalls while a pair of small, childlike individuals were working on something at what was obviously their own booth. Several of Tucker's kobolds were out enjoying that particular day as well, dressed in loud, touristy shirts that fit them surprisingly well.
Taylor suspected they'd paid Parian for some custom tailoring work, because their outfits were fitted to the individual perfectly. She snickered a bit as she was reminded of something from the evil overlord's list that Dennis had mentioned, about having professionally tailored uniforms so that anyone stealing one to use as a disguise would be given away by the poor fit. Not that they were in uniform, or that said uniforms would ever fit anyone but a kobold.
"As we can clearly see, there are what appear to be two kinds of elves, dwarves, gnomes, what I've been told are kobolds, and centaurs, all in one open air market in a recovering port city in New England.
"Stay tuned as we go through some of the changes as the mythical becomes reality, today on Weekly Headline News."
Tea in hand, Taylor settled onto the couch to watch as the program went on, revealing and discussing live video footage of some of the more innocuous creatures that had appeared. This included the home video taken by Missy's mother showing the encounter when a unicorn calmly grazed on her violets before noticing the woman, sticking its tongue out at her, winking, and calmly trotting off.
The most amusing, perhaps, was the interview with the Apples at their produce stand. Taylor watched as Jackie somehow managed to chastise the reporter for being dishonest with his questions and simultaneously advertising her family's produce. She'd also stated that several "egghead types" had already talked to her and her family more politely than the reporter had.
When the correspondent got pushy, Jackie's brother showed up, asking them to leave in a deep, polite tone. The centaur's sheer size pretty much intimidated the news crew into ending the interview and moving along elsewhere.
The program had then decided to cut to some footage from Australia, where a well-known wildlife expert was talking to one of the local mythologicals.
"Crikey, I'd never thought I'd be talking to a live bunyip," the man enthusiastically stated. "I've got so many questions!"
"I can answer a few," the creature burbled. "I can't stay out of the water long."
The wildlife expert nodded. "Do you really eat people?"
"Unfortunately, a few of our number have, which led to the persistent tales of us all being maneaters," the creature stated. "We are carnivores, though. Most of us eat other wildlife, such as crocodiles. Some of us have gotten in trouble poaching livestock as they come to the billabongs, but the native shamans have usually dealt with them."
"You speak English pretty well. Where'd you learn?"
"Most creatures of the Dreamtime can learn any language from anything that dreams. I speak three dialects of English, twelve native languages, French, Japanese, and Malayan."
The wildlife expert nodded. "That makes some kind of sense. Magical creature is magical and all that."
The strange creature burbled a laugh. "All too true, Mr. Irwin."
"Do you have a name?"
"I have my Name," the creature said, with an emphasis that made you hear the capital letter, somehow. "That is not lightly given. However, most just call me Bob."
The wildlife expert shut down the impulse to laugh at the very common name. He was more polite than that. "Any other advice before you go? I noticed your hide is starting to dry out."
The bunyip looked thoughtful for a moment. "Don't go looking for the Rainbow Serpent. If he wants to talk, he'll come to you. Disturbing him when he doesn't want visitors would be – unpleasant." With that, the creature submerged into the water, leaving very little evidence of its passing.
Taylor turned the TV off. It was too nice a day to sit inside and do nothing.
The afternoon had her walking down the Boardwalk, looking at all the various things going on. It seemed as if everything that she had just seen on TV was going on in front of her.
She knew the Magnussons, her father had introduced her to the man and his sons when she paid him a visit at work. Mr. Magnusson was a widower, but his eldest son, Albrecht, was married. He and Dora both nodded to her as she passed, with her nodding back in acknowledgement. She'd figured out without being told that they were actual dwarves, like the cobbler in Sigil.
She had some dealing with the two gnomes, Karl and Ingrid Østergaard, as a Ward, mainly because of some trouble with remnants of the Empire and other, minor gangs causing mischief. The couple had then seen some of her jewelry, commented that it seemed well made, if plain, and asked who enchanted it.
Despite the child-like size and demeanor, the pair missed little, and many of the common petty thieves avoided their booth after a few had been publicly humiliated by some of the gadgetry in the cart, part magic and part clockwork. The commotion had attracted several of Tucker's crew, who made sure that the thieves stayed put until the police could take care of them.
There appeared to be a new business near the marketplace; a large, open-air beer garden was open and doing a brisk business in food and beverage, the smell of cooking food coming from the kitchen. Of note were some of the staff and proprietor, all about half her own height.
She heard a commotion as people started pointing at something happening out on the water. An actual sailing ship had navigated the channel, and a harbor pilot had just gone out to meet it. It wasn't a large ship by any means, but it was somewhat exotic. Its lines weren't just clean, they flowed. The ship was as functional as it was beautiful.
They'd obviously dealt with tugs before, throwing lines to one of Brockton Bay's smaller tugs, which easily towed the elegant vessel up to one of the smaller wharves, where it was tied up in short order.
"Hey, Taylor," Maddy greeted as she walked up to her.
"Maddy," Taylor acknowledged. "You know anything about that?" she asked, using her head to gesture in the direction of the sailing ship.
"If I were back home," the half elven bard mused, "I'd say it was a High Elf trader. Probably carrying ten to twelve tons of goods, and may be looking to trade for various raw materials. Where it came from, though, is another question." Just then, her phone went off. She checked the caller, and had a brief discussion. "Gotta go, it appears that while they understand English, they can barely speak it, so Customs needs me to translate for them." Maddy took off at a good pace before suddenly blinking out.
Taylor could easily see her re-appear out on the wharf.
"Hello, Taylor," Dinah said as she scuttled up, Faevras meekly following behind her.
"Dinah, Fae," Taylor returned. "Enjoying the day?"
Dinah nodded, as did Fae. "It's been slow, but I think she's getting used to this many people and being out during the day."
The drider meekly nodded. "I'm not worthy of the kindness I've been shown," Fae admitted, "but I've realized it's because Milady isn't Drow. Her family have been just as kind, though somewhat bewildered by my presence.
"As I've never had to do anything, have been given anything I wanted or simply taken from those below my station, having to help out around the house has been an eye opener," Fae continued. "Milady's mother is a stern taskmaster, and enforces her 'no magic in the house' rule." The drider rubbed her knuckles as if they'd been rapped by a wooden spoon.
Dinah sighed. "I tried to help once, using some cantrips. It didn't turn out well. I had to clean that up by hand, and since then, Mom decreed that there shall be no magic used in the house without explicit permission."
"So, Fae, how are you feeling about things here in Brockton Bay?" Taylor asked. She'd had very little contact with the drider since it appeared at Dinah's home, but was one of several Protectorate and associated people who'd been asked to examine and work with the creature.
"Confusing," Fae said after thinking about things. "The city is larger than anything I've experienced. Most Drow settlements are several thousand, and this is the most people I've seen in any one place. Even in Sigil's underground communities.
"Despite what I attempted to do, I've been shown every kindness, and even had some of the problems of being a drider taken care of," the girl continued. "I'd failed, and had Lolth's gifts stripped from me, and my will broken. I'd been given one order by Lolth and my great-grandmother: Listen to Mistress Dinah and learn. So here I am. And I am learning."
Dinah's phone played its incoming message jingle. "Maddy says she's going to be busy with helping Customs with the Elvish merchantman for quite a while as they go over the manifest and begin looking for a broker for the items."
Taylor pulled out her personal phone and texted her father at home, who replied after a pause. "Pass this onto Maddy," she asked, showing Dinah the reply from her dad.
"Done," Dinah stated after sending the message.
"Come on, you two," Taylor said. "I can keep an eye on you while Maddy's busy."
Out at Mistlands, Kurya looked over her current students. Silmë was seated in front of her, cat-like, as was Fountain. Naichi was watching from the side as Kurya attempted to teach the young dragons how to assume a human form.
"Let's try this again," Kurya instructed, "this time refocusing as I just told you." Her student's progress had been… uneven. Fountain had the innate skill, as evidenced by her proficiency in assuming various animal forms, probably to aid in her not being found after she escaped from the villain who'd meant to sacrifice her to his patron.
Silmë had to be taught the ability to use the skill, but fortunately she was one of the rare Moonstone dragons who could. Her grasp of what was a human form was better than Fountain's, mainly because it was based on her human-like foster parents and their court, and not the cartoons Fountain had watched after arriving at the Dallon household.
The young Moonstone dragon concentrated, and her form fluxed and shrank to assume that of a young, pre-teen girl with pale green curly hair, pale complexion, lively blue eyes, and unfortunately, no clothing whatsoever.
Fountain's small face screwed up in concentration as she applied what Kurya and Naichi had tried to teach her. The small dragon's form didn't shrink or get bigger, but assumed the form of a young child with frizzy brunette hair, freckles and gray eyes. Again, without a stitch of clothing. Both looked at each other, grinned, and took off running through the house in opposite directions.
"It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?" Kurya asked Naichi as she began pursuit of Silmë.
"At least it's not boring," Naichi answered before going after Fountain.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
"Hello, I'm Fox Donner. This morning, we're looking at the sudden emergence of various beings that were thought to have been merely myth or legend, yet have proven to be actually real. From dragons in New England, centaurs in the Midwest and Great Plains, Sasquatch in the forested areas of the northern tier of states, mermaids in Boston, Charleston, St. Augustine and Miami harbors, griffons in the Black Hills and Yellowstone, to various horrors straight out of a zombie movie roaming old cemeteries and battlefields.
"While dragons have been a thing in New England since the beginning of the year, they're beginning to spread across North America. There are verified sightings of a white dragon on Ellesmere Island in Canada, a green one in Michigan, a brass one in Iowa, to one that's racing with aircraft in and around Utah. Legendary dragons have made their presence known in the Amazon, Italy, and Germany.
"And that's just dragons. Multiple people have been seen walking around various cities that could be considered races from a variety of fantasy works." With that, the footage shifted from a very confused brass dragon emerging from the ruins of an apartment block to a view of the streets of Brockton Bay. It showed a scene from the Lord's Street Market where the Apple's produce stand featured prominently, along with stocky individuals making purchases, one with an impressive beard and the other best described by the term shortstack.
Both Madelynne and Qlive could be seen browsing the stalls while a pair of small, childlike individuals were working on something at what was obviously their own booth. Several of Tucker's kobolds were out enjoying that particular day as well, dressed in loud, touristy shirts that fit them surprisingly well.
Taylor suspected they'd paid Parian for some custom tailoring work, because their outfits were fitted to the individual perfectly. She snickered a bit as she was reminded of something from the evil overlord's list that Dennis had mentioned, about having professionally tailored uniforms so that anyone stealing one to use as a disguise would be given away by the poor fit. Not that they were in uniform, or that said uniforms would ever fit anyone but a kobold.
"As we can clearly see, there are what appear to be two kinds of elves, dwarves, gnomes, what I've been told are kobolds, and centaurs, all in one open air market in a recovering port city in New England.
"Stay tuned as we go through some of the changes as the mythical becomes reality, today on Weekly Headline News."
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Tea in hand, Taylor settled onto the couch to watch as the program went on, revealing and discussing live video footage of some of the more innocuous creatures that had appeared. This included the home video taken by Missy's mother showing the encounter when a unicorn calmly grazed on her violets before noticing the woman, sticking its tongue out at her, winking, and calmly trotting off.
The most amusing, perhaps, was the interview with the Apples at their produce stand. Taylor watched as Jackie somehow managed to chastise the reporter for being dishonest with his questions and simultaneously advertising her family's produce. She'd also stated that several "egghead types" had already talked to her and her family more politely than the reporter had.
When the correspondent got pushy, Jackie's brother showed up, asking them to leave in a deep, polite tone. The centaur's sheer size pretty much intimidated the news crew into ending the interview and moving along elsewhere.
The program had then decided to cut to some footage from Australia, where a well-known wildlife expert was talking to one of the local mythologicals.
"Crikey, I'd never thought I'd be talking to a live bunyip," the man enthusiastically stated. "I've got so many questions!"
"I can answer a few," the creature burbled. "I can't stay out of the water long."
The wildlife expert nodded. "Do you really eat people?"
"Unfortunately, a few of our number have, which led to the persistent tales of us all being maneaters," the creature stated. "We are carnivores, though. Most of us eat other wildlife, such as crocodiles. Some of us have gotten in trouble poaching livestock as they come to the billabongs, but the native shamans have usually dealt with them."
"You speak English pretty well. Where'd you learn?"
"Most creatures of the Dreamtime can learn any language from anything that dreams. I speak three dialects of English, twelve native languages, French, Japanese, and Malayan."
The wildlife expert nodded. "That makes some kind of sense. Magical creature is magical and all that."
The strange creature burbled a laugh. "All too true, Mr. Irwin."
"Do you have a name?"
"I have my Name," the creature said, with an emphasis that made you hear the capital letter, somehow. "That is not lightly given. However, most just call me Bob."
The wildlife expert shut down the impulse to laugh at the very common name. He was more polite than that. "Any other advice before you go? I noticed your hide is starting to dry out."
The bunyip looked thoughtful for a moment. "Don't go looking for the Rainbow Serpent. If he wants to talk, he'll come to you. Disturbing him when he doesn't want visitors would be – unpleasant." With that, the creature submerged into the water, leaving very little evidence of its passing.
Taylor turned the TV off. It was too nice a day to sit inside and do nothing.
= = = = = = = = = = = =
The afternoon had her walking down the Boardwalk, looking at all the various things going on. It seemed as if everything that she had just seen on TV was going on in front of her.
She knew the Magnussons, her father had introduced her to the man and his sons when she paid him a visit at work. Mr. Magnusson was a widower, but his eldest son, Albrecht, was married. He and Dora both nodded to her as she passed, with her nodding back in acknowledgement. She'd figured out without being told that they were actual dwarves, like the cobbler in Sigil.
She had some dealing with the two gnomes, Karl and Ingrid Østergaard, as a Ward, mainly because of some trouble with remnants of the Empire and other, minor gangs causing mischief. The couple had then seen some of her jewelry, commented that it seemed well made, if plain, and asked who enchanted it.
Despite the child-like size and demeanor, the pair missed little, and many of the common petty thieves avoided their booth after a few had been publicly humiliated by some of the gadgetry in the cart, part magic and part clockwork. The commotion had attracted several of Tucker's crew, who made sure that the thieves stayed put until the police could take care of them.
There appeared to be a new business near the marketplace; a large, open-air beer garden was open and doing a brisk business in food and beverage, the smell of cooking food coming from the kitchen. Of note were some of the staff and proprietor, all about half her own height.
She heard a commotion as people started pointing at something happening out on the water. An actual sailing ship had navigated the channel, and a harbor pilot had just gone out to meet it. It wasn't a large ship by any means, but it was somewhat exotic. Its lines weren't just clean, they flowed. The ship was as functional as it was beautiful.
They'd obviously dealt with tugs before, throwing lines to one of Brockton Bay's smaller tugs, which easily towed the elegant vessel up to one of the smaller wharves, where it was tied up in short order.
"Hey, Taylor," Maddy greeted as she walked up to her.
"Maddy," Taylor acknowledged. "You know anything about that?" she asked, using her head to gesture in the direction of the sailing ship.
"If I were back home," the half elven bard mused, "I'd say it was a High Elf trader. Probably carrying ten to twelve tons of goods, and may be looking to trade for various raw materials. Where it came from, though, is another question." Just then, her phone went off. She checked the caller, and had a brief discussion. "Gotta go, it appears that while they understand English, they can barely speak it, so Customs needs me to translate for them." Maddy took off at a good pace before suddenly blinking out.
Taylor could easily see her re-appear out on the wharf.
"Hello, Taylor," Dinah said as she scuttled up, Faevras meekly following behind her.
"Dinah, Fae," Taylor returned. "Enjoying the day?"
Dinah nodded, as did Fae. "It's been slow, but I think she's getting used to this many people and being out during the day."
The drider meekly nodded. "I'm not worthy of the kindness I've been shown," Fae admitted, "but I've realized it's because Milady isn't Drow. Her family have been just as kind, though somewhat bewildered by my presence.
"As I've never had to do anything, have been given anything I wanted or simply taken from those below my station, having to help out around the house has been an eye opener," Fae continued. "Milady's mother is a stern taskmaster, and enforces her 'no magic in the house' rule." The drider rubbed her knuckles as if they'd been rapped by a wooden spoon.
Dinah sighed. "I tried to help once, using some cantrips. It didn't turn out well. I had to clean that up by hand, and since then, Mom decreed that there shall be no magic used in the house without explicit permission."
"So, Fae, how are you feeling about things here in Brockton Bay?" Taylor asked. She'd had very little contact with the drider since it appeared at Dinah's home, but was one of several Protectorate and associated people who'd been asked to examine and work with the creature.
"Confusing," Fae said after thinking about things. "The city is larger than anything I've experienced. Most Drow settlements are several thousand, and this is the most people I've seen in any one place. Even in Sigil's underground communities.
"Despite what I attempted to do, I've been shown every kindness, and even had some of the problems of being a drider taken care of," the girl continued. "I'd failed, and had Lolth's gifts stripped from me, and my will broken. I'd been given one order by Lolth and my great-grandmother: Listen to Mistress Dinah and learn. So here I am. And I am learning."
Dinah's phone played its incoming message jingle. "Maddy says she's going to be busy with helping Customs with the Elvish merchantman for quite a while as they go over the manifest and begin looking for a broker for the items."
Taylor pulled out her personal phone and texted her father at home, who replied after a pause. "Pass this onto Maddy," she asked, showing Dinah the reply from her dad.
"Done," Dinah stated after sending the message.
"Come on, you two," Taylor said. "I can keep an eye on you while Maddy's busy."
= = = = = = = = = = = =
Out at Mistlands, Kurya looked over her current students. Silmë was seated in front of her, cat-like, as was Fountain. Naichi was watching from the side as Kurya attempted to teach the young dragons how to assume a human form.
"Let's try this again," Kurya instructed, "this time refocusing as I just told you." Her student's progress had been… uneven. Fountain had the innate skill, as evidenced by her proficiency in assuming various animal forms, probably to aid in her not being found after she escaped from the villain who'd meant to sacrifice her to his patron.
Silmë had to be taught the ability to use the skill, but fortunately she was one of the rare Moonstone dragons who could. Her grasp of what was a human form was better than Fountain's, mainly because it was based on her human-like foster parents and their court, and not the cartoons Fountain had watched after arriving at the Dallon household.
The young Moonstone dragon concentrated, and her form fluxed and shrank to assume that of a young, pre-teen girl with pale green curly hair, pale complexion, lively blue eyes, and unfortunately, no clothing whatsoever.
Fountain's small face screwed up in concentration as she applied what Kurya and Naichi had tried to teach her. The small dragon's form didn't shrink or get bigger, but assumed the form of a young child with frizzy brunette hair, freckles and gray eyes. Again, without a stitch of clothing. Both looked at each other, grinned, and took off running through the house in opposite directions.
"It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?" Kurya asked Naichi as she began pursuit of Silmë.
"At least it's not boring," Naichi answered before going after Fountain.
Thank you for the delicious Wordz!
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Aww does this mean we have put down the torches and pitchforks?
But everyone is already here! And I'm wearing my Sunday best!
Crikey! He didn't go on that fatal trip?
If I had a nickel for every fic I've read where supernatural beings stopped hiding like this, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't much, but it's kind of strange that it's happened twice.
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"Attack attack attack!" *Charges off in another direction entirely*
Oddly enough I also have two nickels for the use of Steve Irwin interacting with mythological creatures. Bit cool that it's happened twice.
FaerieKnight79
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He might have gone on that trip, without it proving as fatal as it did in real life. From what I remember, his death was caused not just by being stung, but by a crew member pulling the barbs out. So if the first responders hadn't done that, or there had been some parahuman medical aid on hand fast enough, he might have lived through the experience. Or the experience of having a moron try killing him might have caused Irwin to Trigger.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
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Could be muuuuch worse.
Three words.
Pre-teen Faerie Dragons.
*pulls out a keg of the really strong stuff*
Need a drink after thinking that through?
Read HPatSG on here. Then you'll have four nickels.
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I suspect it's something from Wizarding World, but would you mind expanding a little?
Harry and the Shipgirls is a crossover with KanColle.
Basically, the shipgirls Nagato and Warspite are visiting #4 Grimmauld Place for a business meeting with Vernon when Warspite hears a muffled sob from a certain cupboard. Once they find Harry, Nagato gives the Dursleys an ultimatum: Let her adopt 6-year old Harry, and she won't tell the police about the Dursleys abuse of him.
The Dursleys, all too happy to be rid of Harry, comply with Nagato's terms...at which point she calls the police on a different charge. With the Abyssal War going on, rationing was being enforced, and with Dudley been well-fed while Harry was malnourished, they had evidence to nail Vernon and Petunia on rationing fraud.
Thus, Harry wound up living on Yokosaka Naval Base, with many quirky aunts and elder sister figures helping raise him with love.
Canon? What's that? Is it tasty?
BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Yeah, they're serious about this rationing issue!
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
As has been mentioned, it is a Harry Potter and KanColle crossover.
However, I would not recommend reading it here. The completely indexed version is over at Questionable Questing, and is mostly current. The person posting it is at most 1-2 weeks behind the unindexed second thread here on Sufficient Velocity.
I think the SFW version should not require an account at QQ, though I could be wrong.
FaerieKnight79
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It's a fun story. But it's also a door stopper before you factor in the omakes written by others which might, or might not be considered by the story's actual author to be canon. There are as many, if not more, omake chapters as there are actual chapters. And threadmarking is inconsistent after a while. And even if you just want to read the chapters that are canon to the story, it's impossible to tell if something will be canon or not. My rule of thumb has been "ignore everything not written by the primary author". Not because the omakes are bad, but because there's just too damn much to wade through otherwise. Between alternate timelines, spin-offs, prequel sidestories, side stories set in the possible future, and other random omakes... it's a bit much.
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I think you are correct about the SFW side of QQ being accessible without an account... just be warned QQ safe side is different from both SB & SV... also HPatSG is long!
And when we say long, we mean we have surpassed the length of all seven books...and we're only on year four.
Yeah. Make sure you have plenty of free time for this.
FaerieKnight79
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Not that I'd recommend against reading Harry & the Shipgirls. It IS a fun read. Just be aware of what you're getting into when you do.