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FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid
.Normal/Al.. Ma<br>
...Kevin
Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma<br>
--.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry..
Fe<br>
W3.Mark
Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
W2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat
Normal/Human ..Ma<br>
R4.Wout
Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe<br>
...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R3
Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R4.Alex
Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
Fake-Kell/Raki........Npc...............Normal..Normal/Shaper...??<br>
Z'layha
..............Npc...............Normal..Normal/Shaman...Fe<br>
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra<br><br>
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[Recap]<br><br>
From Pyan: [Re: Actions]<br>
Pyan just casually
mentions to Orto, "You're dead, I...<br>
GM: Ack. A good
response. See this rpg stuff isn't that<br>
hard. You can do as much as you want. You'll see<br>
from
the others like Mae, Kiet and Arawn they go into<br>
very
detailed responses. As long as it doesn't interfere<br>
with
things you can be as wordy as you want. There is<br>
no
restrictions. When I say interferee. Let's say you<br>
decide
to step forward and use your dagger to kill a<br>
person. Then you kick his dead body. Well that would<br>
be bad
if that person was a critical role. Plus that<br>
person
would be allowed a reaction. Now what one can do<br>
is
slap the person or knee him. That would not interfere<br>
with
the overall arc. But as pcs you can do as much as<br>
you
want in a scene that doesn't require some interaction<br>
reaction. I hope this helps to explain things. Good job!<br>
Saw
your second post. Wow most you've done all game.<br>
Congrats! I added second post parts to below. <br><br>
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[New Stuff]<br><br>
[Febris 9th,
1635TH]<br>
[Time: 5:01
pm]<br><br>
[Pyan's
Challenge]<br><br>
Pyan
is glad to see the young Orto's face. Then it hits him,<br>
the memory of
hearing about Orto's death. Could it have all been<br>
a mistake or has
Pyan himself crosses over to the afterlife. <br><br>
Pyan
just casually mentions to Orto, "You're dead, I was<br>
badly injured and
very well could be dead. That means..."<br>
Later when
confronted with the choose of the deer or Bolm he<br>
thinks to himself,
'Can you even kill the dead? Anyways I can't<br>
go back on my
promise to help feed your people and they're not<br>
going to eat
Bolm.' "Why can't he die of your bow?"<br><br>
Wondering if this is a trick to get him to kill someone for a<br>
malignant spirit
that can't do it itself.<br><br>
Pyan
decides on the deer and raises his bow and knocks a arrow.<br><br>
Orto
looks confused, "dead? I'm not dead silly! You been<br>
eating those
orange berries again?" He laughs and knocks his<br>
own bow.
"I'm not as good at this as you but I'll try..."<br><br>
Pyan
aims and fires the arrow flies toward the deer ad hits<br>
him squarely on
the left shoulder. The deer bolts by instinct<br>
and runs.<br><br>
At the
same time Orto fires and the arrow just whisks by<br>
the rider.
Bolm turns around and sees the two hunters and<br>
then turns back
around galloping off very fast.<br><br>
Pyan
knocks another arrow and decides on which target. If<br>
the deer is not
hit by a critical nein he could live and<br>
flee. But if
Bolm flees. Pyan fires again at the deer<br>
as it dashes
behind three trees and tries to escape. Just<br>
as the deer makes
a new appearance the hunter fires and hits<br>
the deer in the
front left leg and it falls to the ground.<br><br>
Orto
tries again as well but this time the rider escapes<br>
among the
trees. "I'm sorry cousin I failed." But he
looks<br>
at the deer.
"Yes! But you have not!" He draws his long<br>
knife and
runs. "Come on cousin!" Then laughs as he<br>
departs to slice
up the deer.<br><br>
Pyan
smiles something he hasn't done in a awhile. As hunters<br>
it is cruel to
kill but to kill for food to survive is another<br>
thing. He
knows Orto will treat the deer in its final moments<br>
with
respect. His clan and Pyan's own village will benefit<br>
from this deer in
food and other materials. <br><br>
Pyan
knows that buck could feed 30 with ease. Which would<br>
be the size of
their clans. With enough food to last for<br>
a few
weeks.<br><br>
Pyan
draws his dagger and begins to move to help Orto but<br>
the scene
dissolves again. "A noble choice young one. Events<br>
have
changed. Right now nearby your village will be sending<br>
men to gather the
deer. Orto will claim to have seen you but<br>
there is no sign
of you around. Maybe you will return soon<br>
but to Orto and
the others you are like a kind spirit angle<br>
who saved
them. At least 3 kids and 2 elderly clan members<br>
will be saved by
your choice. It is good to see that in<br>
your heart your
humanity over other things is primary.<br>
Now return with
knowledge you gave Orto a winter."<br><br>
With
the next step Pyan steps out of the wall with dagger<br>
held. He
sees the party and feels like he has been gone<br>
for hours but it
was mere seconds.<br><br>
Raki
shrugs, "I have no idea. This is new to me. I<br>
suppose the magic
of the god wards are doing this to test<br>
us. Since we
assume gods have no influence here I assume I<br>
must be a
magical...construct that deals with our hearts<br>
and dreams?
Not that I have a heart."<br><br>
The
entire party saw the scene of Pyan and Orto and though<br>
they spoke in
their own language everyone understood. Now<br>
Pyan stands in
front of them.<br><br>
Fuk
pats the man on the shoulder, "I am all for justice. But<br>
when it comes to
helping those who starve...you did the right<br>
choice by
me. The creep can always be found later."<br><br>
The
party climbs the stairs...<br><br>
Maelorna sighs as she can feel the gnawing feeling of wanting<br>
to feed and
can't. She gave her word and won't break it unless<br>
she's
desperate. But her fears start to mount as she wonders<br>
just how long
before desperation drives her to feed and she<br>
already knows the
danger of feeding while on the verge of<br>
starvation.<br><br>
The
human, Fuk, a name she can't help but think of his name<br>
as a carnal
pleasure has already shown his trust in her is less<br>
than even the
sister of Z'leyra.<br><br>
'You
could do worse than feeding upon him you know, something<br>
that might be
worth it just to feel his last life force ebb as<br>
he fades from
existence.' the voice taunts.<br><br>
Once
again, Maelorna has to fight the urge to scream, 'If I<br>
kill him, the
others will turn upon me, so stop now, please. <br>
We will feed when
I can, or I wind up begging one of them to<br>
allow me to
feed.'<br><br>
<br>
[Mae's
Challenge]<br>
<br>
The
hunger still feels like a nagging fly on one's nose flying<br>
about. The
voice continues to berate her to take a piece of<br>
someone
nearby. But Mae's will is strong for now and she holds<br>
steady.<br>
<br>
Then
the weirdo Fuk first tries to kill her then be friends<br>
with
her? Who is that guy? He must've been around
Arawn<br>
way too
long.<br><br>
Mae
climbs the stairs to the next landing and steps onto<br>
them with a loud
thump. The creatures tried to kill her<br>
but she knows they
want the priest Arawn. If all else fails<br>
she can play that
game. But as she glances over at Arawn <br>
the walls and
stairs fade.<br><br>
The
next step finds Mae inside some structure. As eyes<br>
adjust it seems to
be dawn or sunset. Fading light is seen<br>
through
windows. Then Mae realizes this is her home what little<br>
of it she
had. A large square one room place that could be<br>
blown down by a
strong wind or a angry bull. What is she<br>
doing back
her? It has been years.<br><br>
Mae
then notices two forms in front of her to the left. One<br>
a human male
sitting on a bed. The other is a small female<br>
child in the
bed. As Mae's eyes adjust she sees the man is<br>
naked and it seems
the girl is as well.<br><br>
Then a
female voice to the right is heard humming as if a good<br>
day of
feasting. Mae glances to see her mother at the table<br>
carving a apple as
if nothing unusual is happening.<br><br>
She
doesn't even seem to care or notice the naked man.<br><br>
Mae
then looks around aside from the bed, wooden crate that<br>
acts as a dresser,
table and a couple old chairs, cooking pot<br>
in a very tiny
fireplace, 2 windows, sink with a carte that<br>
could hold dishes
there is not much else to this peasant place.<br><br>
Then
Mae notices a dark form moving back and forth outside<br>
the
window. The only door to this place is shut. The
dark<br>
form is hard to
get features at all.<br><br>
"Please....no.." The girl whispers. That is when
Mae<br>
recognizes her own
voice. Then she realizes this is when she<br>
was around 10 when
she was sold. Then she realizes the man<br>
must be
Gniled. No wait. That is not Gniled but a man in the<br>
village who bought
her for the night. With her own mother feet<br>
away ignoring it
all!<br><br>
"Brings back memories eh?" A new voice says behind
Mae.<br><br>
Mae
turns and pulls her dagger. There she sees Arawn.<br><br>
"This is the crux of all your future woes is it not? The<br>
abuse by the male
boys and men? The mother who did not care<br>
at all. Then
the slavery. This is before you truly found out<br>
what you
were."<br><br>
Young
Mae begins to cry as the man draws his fingers allover<br>
her body.<br><br>
"Betrayal is now a part of you is it not?" Arawn
continues.<br><br>
"If you could go back and end one of your betrayers would<br>
you do so?
The man outside is Gniled but in a slightly<br>
different place
from here. That dagger you hold could end the<br>
pain of the first
man to take you. The mother who hated you<br>
or the
slaver. Or you could do nothing and simply leave this<br>
place and let the
pain go on. They can't see me nor you so<br>
what you do here
could affect your destiny."<br><br>
With
that Arawn dissolves and Mae realizes it must be that<br>
projection
again.<br><br>
[**]<br><br>
The
acoustics of the landing change as she can hear her foot<br>
steps, which are
normally soft and quiet, sounding loud and<br>
abrasive to her
ears. She pauses, the thoughts of the<br>
creatures, the
shifters behind them, they are strong enough to<br>
let her feed upon
them, allowing her to gorge upon their life<br>
force without
killing them, however, that would require her to<br>
return and in this
area, she has no idea if she can succeed<br>
like she had with
Zim.<br><br>
She
takes another step and stops, her hand easily reaching<br>
for her dagger as
she realizes she's no longer at the landing.<br>
Nor does she feel
the others about her. Instead, she can see<br>
the sunlight
filtering through a window and her hackles raise.<br>
The one place she
never wanted to see again she's standing<br>
within and looking
about, she bares her fangs as her eyes<br>
adjust.<br><br>
'Well
well, what have we here?' the voice echoes her thoughts<br>
with an intrigued
tone.<br><br>
Maelorna turns to face potential enemies to her left.<br>
Seeing the pair
she recognizes them immediately and her wings<br>
flare out to make
her look more imposing than she already is,<br>
as her tail
slashes the air behind her.<br><br>
"No, by the Court, NO!" she hisses softly as she can see
the<br>
first that set her
on the path of being a whore.<br><br>
The
humming of an older woman drags her vision to look at the<br>
woman she hates
for making her what she is, for ruining her<br>
existence by doing
what she had done.<br><br>
She
turns to hear Arawn's voice behind her and turns to face<br>
him with the
dagger.<br><br>
"This isn't even a choice or chance to stop anything. I<br>
can't alter the
past. Anything I do, destroys what I am now.<br>
All the hate, all
the betrayal is what has made me."<br><br>
As she
can hear the anguish from the little girl and the voice<br>
inside her head
almost coos softly, 'Aww, you made such a pretty<br>
little whore, but
just think what we truly can become.' it<br>
taunts.<br><br>
"I may be one of the Daughters of Princess Naamaah, but I<br>
will not destroy
my past. I know that memory and while I don't<br>
like it, hate it,
loathe it. I will have my due. I am free of<br>
Master Gniled, and
soon, I will taste the lifeforce of my mother<br>
and that
human. I refuse to destroy my past. There is<br>
nothing for me
here." She fights the urge to scream.<br><br>
She
turns and walks out of the chamber, ignoring the sound<br>
of the young girl
crying in anguish as she's made to learn what<br>
males
want.<br><br>
Mae
leaves the shack she called home as her yourself begins<br>
to scream in
pain. The hum of her mother rivets into her<br>
mind as she
glances at Gniled. Then Gniled and the shack<br>
fades
away.<br><br>
Arawn's voice is heard again, "betrayal is a human trait.<br>
Few other races
know it. Does that make you less a human?<br>
Or more human to
resist?"<br><br>
"A gift."<br><br>
Mae
continues to walk away with the dirt gravel under<br>
her foot.
Suddenly a beam of white flashes all over her<br>
almost naked
form. It seems to go up and down her<br>
body and then the
next steep, Mae steps into the stairs<br>
again.<br><br>
Fuk
who had been watching the scene of Mae's challenge<br>
drew his sword and
ran straight for the small hovel. But<br>
as he does he
slams into the wall. He bangs on it trying<br>
to get to Mae but
nothing happens.<br><br>
Others
including Unali have drawn weapons disgusted by<br>
the
sight.<br><br>
As Mae
steps back to the prison world from her home in<br>
the L'p'nth
badlands she sees the party.<br><br>
Fuk
rubs his head as a bruise swells, "who were those<br>
people?"<br><br>
Z'layha and Unali turn around as the image of the shack<br>
fades. Tears
appear but are removed with a finesse that no one<br>
notices.<br><br>
<br><br>
[Kiet's
Challenge]<br><br>
As the
party ascends they wonder if everyone here will<br>
be tested in some
way.<br><br>
Kiet
glances at Raki to see him carrying the dead remains of<br>
Kell. Such a
useless death. Kiet absently steps up to the next<br>
landing between
stair cases. But as he does the walls around him<br>
dissolve.<br><br>
Kiet
finds himself on some city street next to a brick<br>
building.
Kiet sees a crowd in the street maybe 30-40<br>
of various ages
and status including kids. They are all<br>
staring at Kiet
murmuring.<br><br>
The
sun is high and its warm maybe in the 80s and Kiet can<br>
feel a table to
his right a small 3 foot tall and 3 foot wide<br>
table. Kiet
glances around a bit confused as to how he got<br>
here but if the
god's magic was at foot they could have<br>
the power to do
such.<br><br>
"Ladies and gentlemen!" A voice is heard and Kiet glances
to<br>
his left and for
the first time sees Arawn.<br><br>
"We have a guest of great skill today to entertain you!
This<br>
is Kiet Sunan
juggler expert! He will simply do a bit of<br>
juggling. Any one with slight skills can do this so we
are<br>
not worried
here. But there is a time limit." He waves to<br>
the table and Kiet
glances down to see a hour glass of sand.<br>
"Friend Kiet
grab your balls!"<br><br>
Kiet
realizes first time his shield and tulwar are missing.<br>
He glances around
and then sees on the table a bowl of balls.<br>
Kiet is glad it
wasn't his other set he had to worry about. He<br>
grabs the balls
which are only 3. Three is easy to juggle as<br>
he has done 5 at
one time. This should be real easy!<br><br>
"Simply juggle all the balls until the time runs out.
Easy<br>
eh?"
Arawn asks. That is when Kiet realizes this must be the<br>
Arawn-projection.<br><br>
"Oh there is a catch."<br><br>
Kiet
groans of course there is.<br><br>
"I have these 2 balls." Arawn shows the audience two
silver<br>
balls and then
tosses them into the air and they begin to hover<br>
in the air.
"They have a bit of incentive to help you out."<br><br>
With
that one of the balls fires a very tiny blast of red<br>
energy at Kiet's
arm. Kiet recoils in pain. "That didn't<br>
hurt that much?
But it will get worse. So just juggle and avoid,<br>
a simple task
right?"<br><br>
"Oh there is one more thing. Look at your
balls?"<br><br>
Kiet
glances to the balls in his hands. They suddenly<br>
transform.<br><br>
Kiet
glances at Ball 1 a blue ball that has a brown mass<br>
in it. As it
begins to take shape Kiet recognizes the brown<br>
mass as
Lemasa. His home island. Any way Kiet tries to<br>
rotate the ball it
seems to show a fixed position as if<br>
always staring
upwards and outwards.<br><br>
Kiet
glances at Ball 2 and it shows a dark area and transforms<br>
into images of
people. Kiet then recognizes Fuk, Z'leyra and<br>
others. The
images are climbing stairs but Kiet sees all of<br>
the party except
him there.<br><br>
Kiet
glances up at Arawn then back at Ball 3. This ball is<br>
a single
image. It shows a smiling Kell. Again any way Kiet<br>
rotates the ball
Kell's mug is facing him.<br><br>
Arawn
lowers his voice a bit. "At the end you must decide<br>
which is more
important. Your home and people. Your friends<br>
in the party or
your best friend which you lost. If you could<br>
save one which is
the most important?"<br><br>
"Once the hourglass is done drop the first and your choice<br>
in the hole in the
table." Kiet glances and poof a hole<br>
forms.
"Once your choice is made drop the 2nd and 3rd. Oh.<br>
If you drop one
the task is over. If you place the ball in<br>
the hole before
time is up the task is over."<br><br>
Before
Kiet can ask questions, "we start now!"<br><br>
The
audience cheers and the hovering balls hover and encircle<br>
Kiet. Kiet
looks down to see the hourglass now upside down and<br>
pouring
sand.<br><br>
[**]<br><br>
Kiet
truly detests this meddling by these gods. 'Capricious'<br>
is a kind word for
them. 'Childish', especially when they<br>
throw their
tantrums, seems to fit better. He smirks slightly<br>
seeing that at
least some of his audience, likely the gods<br>
themselves, are
manifested as children. Likely spoiled ones<br>
at that.<br><br>
Kiet
has been quite respectful of them, little as they often<br>
deserve it.
Kiet doesn't try to bend the rules to make himself<br>
impossibly
powerful, like some he could name. He tries to<br>
appease the gods
as possible, providing gifts and honors. But<br>
for some reason,
they have chosen once again to meddle in the<br>
affairs of men,
elf, dwarf and all others.<br><br>
Kiet
has actually thought about what he would do if forced to<br>
make these kinds
of choices. Being relatively rich compared to<br>
most people, one
never knows when trouble would appear, and one<br>
must prepare as
best one can.<br><br>
Kiet,
with the three balls in hand, turns directly toward the<br>
image of Arawn. He
finds it doubly abhorrent and foul. He<br>
gathers his
thoughts for a moment, then says "You gods! You do<br>
naught but cause
grief and misery when you interfere in our<br>
lives. And
for no purpose discernible other than your own<br>
amusement!
We are not your playthings."<br><br>
He
continues, saying "I find it somewhat funny, but sad, that<br>
you abdicate your
positions as gods to a mere mortal like me to<br>
determine the
fates of so many! It is not my place in the<br>
planes to decide
the fates of men! That is, unfortunately for<br>
all involved,
still yours!. As such, I choose to not participate<br>
in this
charade."<br><br>
Kiet
then takes the three balls he has been given and throws<br>
them as hard as he
can toward the image of Arawn, yelling<br>
incoherently as he
does so, his frustration very evident.<br><br>
When
he's done, chest heaving from anger and exhaustion, he<br>
yells out "I
will not be forced to make any such decision! It<br>
is not my
place!"<br><br>
Kiet
looks out at the crowd, searching for some hint as to<br>
who might be
who. "Mu! Manakel? Why do you allow this?
You<br>
are better than
this! Gaea! Is this how your people are<br>
nurtured?
Girra! Ben Nez! What do you gain by going along<br>
with
this?"<br><br>
Kiet
looks back to the image of Arawn, looking himself as if<br>
he could just spit
on it...but one should not push a god too<br>
far. "I
will not make such a choice! I will not cooperate in<br>
your horrible
game. Do with me as you will. You will anyway<br>
and I can't stop
you. But I will hope that you...whoever or<br>
whatever you may
be...will someday be exiled to that very same<br>
place from we
brought Raki. You deserve it, and worse! You are<br>
unworthy of
existing in the same planes as those I spoke of!"<br><br>
[**]<br><br>
Arawn
deftly avoids the balls though one does hit him in the<br>
arm and the
projection simply shifts ever so slightly. Arawn<br>
smiles.<br><br>
The
people begin to boo and hiss. Some throw rocks or various<br>
things like pieces
of stone or paper at Kiet. One orange hits<br>
the wall near Kiet
splashing.<br><br>
Arawn
seems to speak softly but Kiet can understand him as<br>
the crowd
hisses. The destructive balls seemed to have stopped<br>
at the whim of
Arawn and faded or Kiet would've had to jump<br>
and dodge their
beams of energy.<br><br>
"These are not gods. I am not a god. I am simple
magical<br>
construct. I
look like Arawn since he shared some of his<br>
being with me in
order to remove the ward. The gods can't be<br>
here in the middle
world which you stand in. The fates of<br>
thsoe three balls
were in your hands. But to throw them away<br>
is indeed a
choice."<br><br>
The
sunshine begins to fade a bit and then Kiet can hear<br>
a yell.
"Kiet!"<br><br>
Kiet
looks up to see on a roof a winged being. It is waving<br>
and Kiet
recognizes Kaylle the librarian! Wait this is Sivas?<br><br>
Kiet
steps forward to get a better view and finds himself again<br>
in the prison
stairs.<br><br>
Z'layha shrugs, "that was a fast thing. I was hoping to<br>
see you
juggle."<br><br>
<br><br>
[Z'leyra's
Challenge]<br><br>
Z'leyra still regrets losing her satchel. But maybe<br>
it is time to find
better things. As she climbs the<br>
stairs to the next
landing the walls dissolve around her.<br><br>
Z'leyra finds herself suddenly in some metal area that<br>
looks like a
workshop. Then suddenly a voice is heard.<br>
"About time
you wake up. You have classes to go to."<br><br>
Z'leyra turns to see Tiren walking behind her into the hop<br>
and she realizes
this is her Ticasi home. What is he doing back<br>
here?<br><br>
"Don't you start the anatomy class today?" Tiren smiles he<br>
heads to the anvil
to collect his tools. Anatomy class? But<br>
that would be a
year maybe 1.5 years before she left. Before<br>
Tiren died?
"We all have regrets..or at least thsse alive." A<br>
new voice makes
Z'leyra turn to see Arawn behind her in the<br>
yard. "If you
could go back and be here again. Would you? If<br>
so agree and its
done. You can save your father. Deal with<br>
the bullies in
school. Sure you may not find your friends here<br>
and but there is a
cost to such dreams. Then again the party<br>
may need you
later. Which is more important?"<br><br>
[**]<br><br>
Z'leyra, "Oh Tiren! Father! I cannot. What we, my friends<br>
and I,
accomplished must not be undone. Your spirit has gone<br>
on its journey. It
would be selfish of me to bring you back<br>
unless you wanted
it. The bullies...they don't matter. If you<br>
truly do wish to
come back I may someday be able to accomplish<br>
the magic to do
so. Given the balance between having you back<br>
and saving the
world from the dangers that my friends and I<br>
did in the last
year and a half I must choose to keep the world<br>
safe from those
dangers, even as my heart soars to see you<br>
again and yet
breaks to lose you again."<br>
<br>
Tiren
smiles. "Ley you must be still sleepy! Already<br>
gone..lose
me? You speak of as if I died! Did you have a<br>
bad nightmare? I'm
sorry. When you get nervous and worried<br>
you twirl your
hair like now."<br><br>
You
notice you are doing that indeed. A trait only overcome<br>
by confidence that
doesn't show up for a long time. Then you<br>
feel your hair it
is combed down instead of the ordered and<br>
sometimes ponytail
you wear for your helmet which is missing.<br><br>
If
this is truly the past and real not a illusion?<br><br>
"Morning Tiren!" a voice is heard from behind that makes
you<br>
turn around.
You see a neighbor older man who likes to garden<br>
carrying bags of
seeds. Wait you recall this day. This is<br>
when Tiren cut
himself badly and got a scar. You turn around to<br>
speak when you
hear tools rattle.<br><br>
So was
Arawn correct? Could you say a final good bye and<br>
it would be real
and remembered?<br><br>
Tiren
is picking up a large sharp knife to cut some leather<br>
strap. You warn to
be careful and move closer. Tiren looks up and<br>
stops and then
nods. But Tiren still cuts the side of his finger<br>
causing a minor
bleeding. But you did change history. At one<br>
point he had a
scar along his left hand that could not be fixed.<br><br>
Could
Arawn's magic thanks to the gods actually send her back<br>
in time to
Ticasi.<br><br>
You
help treat the wound as Tiren smiles.<br><br>
"One day you will be a great healer. I have no doubt.<br>
See I bleed.
Would a dead man bleed?"<br><br>
"Oh, I lost track. It is to my friend Arawn I meant those<br>
words. Father, I
love you. You are the man I look up to. Here,<br>
have a hug."
Z'leyra hugs Tiren. "I AM in class, I am also here<br>
having lived many
months after this time and done many things<br>
after a
shapeshifter looking like me killed you and burnt down<br>
the shop.
Apparently I have traveled back in time. But I cannot<br>
stay here. To meet
my earlier self, I have no memory of such<br>
happening and so
it should not happen. If you can arrange that<br>
the you that dies
is but a copy or very good illusion and<br>
somehow sneak away
and live elsewhere for the next couple years<br>
would please me.
immensely. But I must have lived those<br>
adventures for the
lives of so many depend upon it."<br><br>
She
tells her father when and how he or his copy will be<br>
killed then says
"Arawn, we must go back to the future and<br>
continue to do
what we can."<br><br>
Tiren
hugs you back and grins, "those writing classes make<br>
a good
imagination." He pats your back a few times.
"I<br>
will remember
this...story. If this is true then I am<br>
proud of
you. Now rush off to class you'll not want to be<br>
late."<br><br>
Z'leyra steps out of the shop and through the re-appearing<br>
in the
prison. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Suddenly<br>
every mind present
changes.<br><br>
Kiet
watches Fuk fade away and everyone's memory changes.<br><br>
Tiren
did heed the warning. But instead of dying from<br>
the Z'layha clone
the clan that fought against Tiren indeed<br>
set the shop
ablaze and didn't know Tiren was home at the<br>
time. So
almost the same week of his death he did die<br>
regardless.
The party did indeed return to Akasha the<br>
events of the
murder and Fuk was there to arrest the clan<br>
members.<br><br>
But
the Z'layha clone-shifter was indeed still in Ticasi<br>
and looking for
Tiren. Still in his Z'layha form he was<br>
seen by many which
led the party to the Kamerans to investigate.<br>
However, Fuk and
Lucria were not there since they were not<br>
needed to hunt
down Z'layhas<br>
down<br>
.<br><br>
History was altered and the memories of everyone except<br>
Z'leyra reflect
this. Z'leyra recalls the old time line.<br>
But the entire
Kameran events still occurred aside from the<br>
interactions from
Lucria and Fuk. Mae never spent time<br>
with the man and
he never died. The events in Ticasi did<br>
change
though. The notebook Tiren had has gone missing<br>
instead of burnt
up. No evidence of it being in the fire<br>
could be seen by
the Akasha spells. Tiren was inside the<br>
home when the home
and shop fully burnt down. Last time<br>
it was the shop
only with a bit of home. <br><br>
As
Z'leyra merges back into the prison world She can<br>
see her sister
crying heavily.<br><br>
"you warned him...but he still died by their hands...<br>
we got
justice...they were arrested but was it worth it?"<br>
Z'layha hugs her
sister.<br><br>
Mae
stands aloof and not knowing Lucria and sharing her<br>
secret with a
person other than Arawn was never done.<br>
Getting so close
to a person and losing her changed her<br>
personality again
to a different level. But she stares<br>
at the events in
the wall the loving father. Such a strange<br>
concept to
her.<br><br>
The
projection of Arawn appears, "time is a river and<br>
when it is dammed
up it shifts. It will flow. Since<br>
the lone-shifter
was still in Ticasi that part was not<br>
changed.
Damming a river has its consequences." With<br>
that he dissolves
and Z'leyra's ire rises.<br><br>
Sure
she saved Lucria's life and said what she wanted to<br>
for her
father. But she forgot to warn him about the clan<br>
and so instead of
looking for her sister fell victim to<br>
a friend in
disguise the clan's primary son. <br><br>
Kiet
stares at the projection a bit confused not truly<br>
knowing that
history changed. But this projection is<br>
starting to annoy
him big time.<br><br>
Actions?
Comments??<br><br>
Next
Update....Saturday....<br><br>
GM: Wow.
Ok. I was not expecting history to be actually<br>
changed. We've spent years in chat talking about time<br>
travel and risks involved. While Z'leyra did warn of<br>
this shifter technically she did not warn of the clan<br>
and so history's river of time changed and the clan stepped<br>
in to do what Z'leyra suspected when they went to Ticais<br>
in the first place. But the Akasha spell were a bit odd<br>
this time. When Z'leyra watched the Tiren he was sleeping<br>
during the day which he rarely did. By the time the<br>
explosives and fire raged it was too late. Fuk was never<br>
in Kameran since no need to do his trip. Any interaction<br>
with Lucria and Fuk are voided. Since the Shifter was still<br>
around investigating Tiren's close ties to the metal tidbits he was
around to<br>
kill him but the clan beat him to it. He returned to<br>
Kameran lands to await for the prophesied Alfar to show up<br>
and set events in motion. Basically as GM this means the<br>
adventure was not a total wash by the change in history. :)<br>
Sadly, Kell is still dead and Kiet did not save him. This<br>
is a long update so will spare doing a second since I do<br>
have material from Arawn and such so will delay that<br>
till Saturday (John will get to that email stuff then).<br>
Notice Fuk and Lucria are off the roster. :)<br><br>
GM:
Challenges<br><br>
Player
Sent Progress<br>
Arawn Sent
Awaiting response<br>
Dorhak Sent
Awaiting response<br>
Fremea Sent
Awaiting response<br>
Kell
Next Will type up next update<br>
Kiet
Done Completed<br>
Unali Sent In
progress via email<br>
Mae
Done Completed<br>
Mournath Next Next update<br>
Pyan
Done Completed<br>
Z'leyra Done
Completed<br>
Raki
Next Next update<br>
Z'layha Next Next
update<br><br>
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