<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div><span>Kell listens to their babbling, not understanding a word of Salaqarii-gibberish. Maybe soon he will learn some of the language. Today he's tired and just wants to know what is next.</span></div><div><span></span> </div><div><span>To the farmer, in Katai, "Do you speak Katai?" In Marentian, "Do you speak Marentian?" Attempting to find a language everyone speaks.</span></div><div><span></span> </div><span><div><span></span> </div><div><span>In Katai to the group, "We shouldn't stay long. Let's find a good spot to use as a base in the city. This farm can be our backup if things go terribly wrong. Whilst they shouldn't, I want a backup in this land."</span></div></span><div><br></div> <div style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div
style="font-family: times new roman, new york, times, serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div dir="ltr"> <div style="margin: 5px 0px; padding: 0px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); height: 0px; line-height: 0; font-size: 0px;" class="hr" contentEditable="false" readonly="true"></div> <font size="2" face="Arial"> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">From:</span></b> pnpgm <pnpgm@comcast.net><br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">To:</span></b> pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org <br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sent:</span></b> Monday, June 3, 2013 10:10 PM<br> <b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Subject:</span></b> [pnpgm] Game Update #28 - File # 122 - Fremea explains about her
parents<br> </font> </div> <div class="y_msg_container"><br><br> HT Aliaver/Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex<br> -- -----------------------------------------------------------------<br> R1.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar .. Ma<br> --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe<br> R3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma<br> R1.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma<br> R4.J H Hooten........YN..Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human....Ma<br> W4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe<br> R1 John.Stowman......YN..Will..............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma<br> R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell, Wolf - Will<br><br> Game Web Site - http:/nrgcomputers.com/pbem/<br> Public posts/actions to <a href="mailto:pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org" ymailto="mailto:pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org">pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org</a> (mailing list)<br> Private emails (not public actions) to <a href="mailto:pnpgm@comcast.net" ymailto="mailto:pnpgm@comcast.net">pnpgm@comcast.net</a><br><br> Game Update #28 in sequence (file #122)<br> ----------------------------------------------------------------<br><br> Admin Notes: None.<br> -----------------------------------------------------------------<br> [Recap]<br><br> From Kiet: [Re: Language]<br> What language is the farmer speaking? I am
presuming<br> salaqi. It affects my actions. Thanks<br> GM: Ack. Salaqara. Technically most can do both back and<br> forth Sal<-> Donaran in many ways related like English<br> to British English in some ways.<br><br> From Arawn: [Re: Actions]<br> After presenting Fremea to Niv Salis Arawn had grown ...<br><br> "He's in the process of learning the local tongue and ...<br> GM: Ack.<br><br> From Fremea: [Re: Actions]<br> Fremea seems to be a bit uncomfortable and is thinking ...<br><br> In Salaqi, "Yes .. um, a private place would be good." ...<br>
GM: Ack.<br><br><br> --------------------------------------------------------------<br> [New Stuff]<br><br> [Sepes 28th, 1634TH]<br> [Location: North of Salaqara, Donara]<br> [Time: 7:26am]<br><br> The Farmer looks to the party taking a long look at Raban<br> and Unali for some reason. He eyes the party with a bit<br> of curiusity as well as apprehension. A bemused smile comes<br> upon him as he looks Kell up and down.<br><br> After presenting Fremea to Niv Salis Arawn had grown quiet,<br> allowing the faerry or any others in the party the opportunity<br>
to speak with the farmer. As the seconds ticked by without word<br> the Alfar took it upon himself to continue the engagement before<br> the silence grew uncomfortable.<br><br> "He's in the process of learning the local tongue and meant<br> no disrespect," he responded when Niv questioned Kell.<br><br> "As for the 'Old Man', indeed, his memory is as long as his<br> years," he continued, a smile in his eyes. "But I'm sure he<br> would be as appreciative as my companions and I would be if you<br> could find us a nice quiet place to sit and talk with you in<br> private."<br><br> Fremea seems to
be a bit uncomfortable and is thinking of what<br> she is going to say. She hoped that Arawn would just speak for<br> her, but he seems to think she should explain something. After a<br> few seconds, Arawn does speak up, but not about what, just to<br> get them some where else.<br><br> In Salaqi, "Yes .. um, a private place would be good."<br><br> The farmer looks to the party and then back to Raban for<br> some reason. He looks around at the barn and around the<br> large farm area. "Well my wife is visiting her cousin. So<br> we can move inside. I suppose if you were here to kill or<br>
rob me you could easily do it. So let's move." He shrugs.<br> The Farmer considers calling his boys but what could they<br> do against this group?<br><br> He opens the front door to reveal a medium sized parlor.<br> For a peasant it would be a great hall. But for a farm house<br> it is modest. It has two couches and a small knee tall table<br> for drinks or snacks. There are four well worn out cushioned<br> chairs as well. To the right is a kitchen area with a large<br> table that could seat 6. To the left are other rooms.<br><br> "Have a seat we should be alone for a bit." With that
he<br> takes out a rag from a back pocket and wipes his hands and<br> sits down on the couch. The rest can take the couches and<br> chairs but one will have to sit in the kitchen which they can<br> listen but not see the parlor fully.<br><br> "Your dog and that...thing will need to remain outside. Wife<br> would kill me if they were outside." Niv points to Squirt.<br><br> Raban looks to Kell. "A bit small ceiling I'll just wait<br> outside and take Squirt and the wolf." He then takes Squirt<br> and walks to the front yard while Corona sits on the roof of<br> the
farmhouse.<br><br> Fremea decides to sit next to Niv while Arawn sits in a chair<br> to the right of Niv. Fremea continues speaking, "I ... my party<br> ... friends," she is unsure of how to even begin or what to say<br> to this stranger that the Elder entrusted them with, "... we<br> are here to find my parents that I was taken away from so many<br> years ago." Looking at this farmer who does seem like he would<br> understand what she is really wanting, but hoping.<br><br> After a few seconds she takes a deep breath, lets it out<br> slowly and starts again. "I apologize for my nervousness and<br>
for the abrupt appearance. I hope we did not cause any harm. I<br> am in search for my parents, who have been hiding out, supposedly<br> dead, though I have reasons to believe they are not. We were<br> given this spot to use to come closer to the city to start our<br> investigation. Though you may not need to help us any further<br> than allowing us to come through your farm, I would ask if you<br> can give us any contacts or information that might be useful."<br> Though it was not a question, she looks to Niv to see if he<br> might answer.<br><br> Last to enter the house is Kiet who does a few words of<br>
something that is probably Lemasan under his breath making<br> him a bit hard to understand. He does a quick few gestures<br> and then sits down next to Kell. Kell looks odd with his<br> hands free of Squirt but decides to place them on his lap.<br><br> "I am no bounty hunter. I was a ....trader of sorts in<br> wanted and unwanted goods and services." Niv tries to look<br> at the party for the reaction. The party already knows he<br> was a smuggler so there is little surprise. "I have not<br> been in the game for a few years. I've settled down once<br> the rebels got a bit happy go lucky. " He looks
to Fremea.<br> "Look we are simple people here. We believe in simple speak.<br> Do not fear me. Clearly I'm no threat to you folks. I may<br> not be in the game but I may know a few folks I could help.<br> But where do you begin? Were your parents in Salaqara? Were<br> they famous or wanted like that? Without a bit more details<br> I can't give you much. I have...associates in a few cities<br> but I would have no clue where you should go. Why not just<br> go to the local authorities?" Then a bit of realization dawns<br> on his face. He looks to the odd group and then sits back.<br>
"You are not from here? Where do you call home? Clearly<br> to find me you need....more services from the fringe of<br> society rather than the leaders."<br><br> Niv sits back and stroking his chin in thought of the situation<br> and the odd people in front of him. Arawn can read him like a book.<br> The man is clearly starting to doubt the situation and wonder how<br> much danger he and his family might be in.<br><br> After a few long moments he asks. "What contacts do you need<br> and where? Who do you seek in Salaqara?"<br><br> Actions? Comments?<br><br>
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