[pnpgm] Game update #38 - File #147 - Fremea is attacked
Scott Adams
longshot at darktech.org
Tue Apr 15 07:23:56 CEST 2008
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HT Alias/Player Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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R1 John Haight...........Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar Ma
?? Chris Wells...........Ben'dar...........Warrior.Normal/Human Ma
?? Tom Corckett..........Caladan...........Wizard Normal/Human Ma
W2 Marcel Liberty........Chion.............Sailor..Normal/Human Ma
-- Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....NormalFaerry Fe
-- J H Hooten............Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human..Ma
W4 Wout Broere...........Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human Fe
R4 Alex Koponen..........Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human Fe
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Boyzdar [Wolf] (Strie'bog),
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[Recap]
From Raban: [Re: Actions]
<One small mistake, Raban does not have a horse unless
someone gave him one? All his gear was on his back etc. >
<Raban can add little at this time, his role is background.
He will watch the other entertainers to see if they know
anything he doesn't and compare skills. If he can get a
translator he may ask about the women and customs.>
GM: Ack. Opps. Yes No horse. My bad. I must've been
tired or rushed. As you saw it was a fairly big post
last few updates unlike this one. :) Sorry.
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From Chion: [Re: Actions]
Chion's reply to this revelation is a stern look and "It is
a good thing that you are wise enough to take back the wand
prior to telling me this good news." without smiling.
GM: Ack.
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From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
Fremea doesn't hesitate in casting a spell, causing it to
stop doing anything right now (sleep touch), as it is already
on her. (Thinking to herself, how could she be so stupid as
to not watch out for anything flying around here. She has
been on the ground far too long recently and not watching
her back, like she is supposed to know. She will need to
practice again over the next few weeks to make sure nothing
like this happens again.)
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Marqi 29, 1633TH. 1st Day of Adventure #4.
Location: High Elder's Domain, Dark Lands, North-East
corner of continent, center of Dark Lands.]
[Time : 5:57pm]
[Event: Party's Arrival, Verbal Tour]
[Zhou gives the good news to Chion.]
Chion: "It is a good thing that you are wise enough to take
back the wand prior to telling me this good news." [without
smiling.]
[Zhou gulps slightly as nervous tension breaks out.
Zhou: "Like I say it wasn't my joke. I do hope you take it all
in good cheer."
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[Time : 8:00pm]
[Event: Correl's Wedding Dance/party]
[Arawn continues to study the crowd to learn more of the strange
human customs and behaviors. He is a bit confused that in
different places he has varying status. In Marentia he
is treated almost as a street thug with his face wrap on.
In the Vassa forest he was almost treated as he should be,
a demi-god. Here they don't care either way who he is or
where he came from. He notices the rich seem to stick with
the rich and the less rich stay with the less rich. For
Arawn it seems he's outside both spheres. He finds it most
interesting and irritating at the same time.]
[Ben'dar continues to drink and stare at Novasa who seems
now interested in Unali. How would the Sarghut wizard could
be here. He knows the Zen'da are Barbarians to most nations
but even to the Zen'da the sarghut are barbarians and that's
saying something. Novasa must've done something in his past
to earn his right here.]
[Caldan eats and watches the crowd with Ben'dar. He spends
much of the time not dancing but talking to catch up on
past few months in Marentia with Ben'dar and others.]
[Unali and Z'leyra are occasionally asked to dance by men of
more mundane means than the upper crust of this group but
the men enjoy their company for a few dances.]
[Chion stares at Zing who glares back with utter contempt.
Chion smirks and walks past Zing without a word. Zing
gives a slight laugh that is barely heard over the music
and conversation.]
Zing: "Yes. Go to your master..." [his voice trails off.]
"..like always..."
[Chion walks toward Correl as Zing joins a small group of
other young people. Chion can barely hear words like "coward"
and "had to return for help". Chion smiles to Correl as
he hears the slurs of his childhood ex-friend fade into the
background. Correl looks over after dismissing a older women.
He nods to Chion and walks over. The man with salt and pepper
hair is in his mid-50s. Weathered lines from intense study
and reading show on his eyes and face. His callused and firm
hands show he is a working man unlike the bulk of these nobles
who only lift wine glasses. Chion knows that Correl is loved
by man and hated by few. In these Dark Lands a wizard of Balance
seems to have the most trust and loyalty. Chion wears tan and
brown leather tunic befitting a woodsman or lumberjack. Not
quite the formal clothes as most. But he was out in the field
just hours before, even the night before his wedding. Correl
is one not to change clothes for a silly occasion like this
when some will overdress and some will underdress. It all
balances out he figures. He wears light green pants that has
a nice belt and belt pouch full of something. He shows no sign
of weapons but Chion always knew he rarely used weapons other
than a staff or stick. Correl only stands 5 foot 10 and about
185 pounds but he looks big due this large shoulders. He rarely
wears jewelry or magical items finding them too demanding and
folks get addicted to them. Correl smiles at seeing Chion.]
Correl: 'Chion! This is a surprise!" [He gives Chion a big bear
hug and then breaks stepping back.] "I was not expecting
you here. Someone must've sent for you." [He leans in closer
to a low voice] "I thought you wouldn't want to come back
so didn't invite you. I though that is what you wanted, son?"
[He looks concerned. He then looks over at Zing in the
distance talking to other boys. He raises his voice.] "Zing
still bothering you I see. You reacted well. Good boy."
[Chion shivers at the word boy. Chion was always called
that by Correl. But now a man Chion feels the term a bit
unworthy if not irritating. But Correl has always been
more a father than most others in this land. Chion knows
its just how Correl acts and talks.] "Come! Meet my bride."
[Correl grabs Chion's arm and drags him into the crowd. As
he goes he hears Zing mutter something about "..gained some
weight as well." Then some laughter follow. After stopping
and saying hello to a few Correl finally turns a bend
and both men come up to a small female with her back to them.
She turns from talking to another female and Chion is stunned
by the clean face and features. Zhing Yew must be in her
late 30s, by Katai standards quite the old maid. But her
vivid green eyes, flowing black hair and face make up for the
fact she only stands 4' 11 and can't weigh but 120 pounds
at most. Its hard to tell from her flowing green and silver
dress. Zhing bows to Chion.]
Correl: "Chion this is Zhing Yew, Cousin to Count Culdo and
distance cousin to Baron Beudo."
[Chion recalls the names vaguely from the northern domains he
seems to recall. A long historical family line from Katai
that is known for its mining operations if he recalls. ]
Zhing: 'Glad to meet you, Chion. I've heard so much about
you from Correl. He tells me your his most skilled
apprentice he has ever had. He called you his natural
world wizard soaking up great amount of skills and powers."
[Suddenly two women come by and grab Zhing away to go
and show her to some other females. Correl turns to
Chion for some sign of approval or comment.]
Correl: "Soon before you left on your great trip I meet her
when her husband was killed by a forest beast. She
was so sad she wouldn't leave her house for weeks on end.
Her sister asked for me to deliver some herbs and spices
since I was collecting some so I did so. After that
we got to know each other in time." [Correl watches Chion's
eyes and face for any sign of response and quickly changes
the subject.] "I hear we have visitors in the citadel from
far south. Are these your friends? If so care to introduce
me to them? I would like to meet your friends."
[Meanwhile Raban continues to play his mandolin or pipe
During breaks he rests at a table with the short non-Katai
man he met as Kiet. For a short while Kee had to translate
Marentian into Katai as Raban doesn't know Katai. But
sometimes gestures can convey your meaning. The acrobat
entertainer known as Kiet seems to occasionally stare at
the tall giant Raban with awe. Raban towers of everyone
in the entire audience as most never reach 6 foot and he
has a good 2 foot height difference. For that reason Raban
feels better to perform from the ground rather than a raised
stage. Raban know she clearly stands out in such a crowd
as this as he seems to have also a good 200 or more pounds
weight advantage on all but a few of the guards on the perimeter.
Raban occasionally breaks and dances with a cute girl or two
who are obviously swooned by his handsome tall features. To
others its like a giant dancing with a dwarf. But Raban
doesn't seem to care. But now near 8pm Raban is playing his
pipe in beat to a drummer who is following Raban's song.
Though Raban thinks he is following the drummer. To his
left about 10 feet away Kiet is leaning over the table grabbing
a cookie while talking to a servant in front of him. While
the lighting is low the magical orbs behind Raban seems to
give enough light that one can pick up mushrooms in the ground
in at a good distance. As Raban is finishing his song he
notices something black in the grass slithering toward and
behind Kiet. Raban figures it to be a snake. As Raban stares
to get a better look he sees the snake to be a good 4 foot snake
coal black with a red splotch on its neck. It quietly slithers
toward Kiet under the table where Kiet can't hear or see it.
It could reach Kiet within seconds if that is where the snake
is going toward.]
[Meanwhile Fremea is attacked on the east wall in the darkness.
The guards looking out see nothing in the darkness as she
is in the middle section. Most times they use magical light
poles to scan the forest but they don't want to scare the
party goers tonight by making it look like the citadel should
be protected. Even on a regular night the light scan is just
a security precaution started by the High Elder's chief of
security forces. One never knows when a giant or beast might
appear to endanger the citadel. Fremea tumbles right and
left trying to shake off the odd creature on her back. She
curses to herself that she wasn't looking or didn't sense
the creature. She was concentrating on the wall and ground
area solely. She plans to cast a spell but knows that to
do so one must hover or land to remain motionless. In that
split few seconds it could be dangerous.]
[Fremea in that couple of seconds trying to rock back and
forth she tries to hover in place to cast her spell. But
in those few critical seconds it takes to stop the creature
clenches its claws in deeper tearing flesh for 1 more points
of damage. Its fangs sink into Fremea's upper back and she
suddenly fells something entering her body. She immediately
recognizes the pain and sensation as poison. The pain of
her physical body breaks the spell casting concentration.
Fremea tumbles toward the wall falling slightly down and lands
onto the ground. Both Fremea and creature tumble a few
feet in the grass.]
[As Fremea tumbles the creature by reflex releases its grip and
tumbles 3 feet away from Fremea. Fremea feels the poison
soaking into every muscle and she feels greatly weak. She
fears this favor for the Katai may lead to her death. What
irony to live this long and survive slavery only to die here
in the darkness in some strange land.]
[Fremea tries to grab her dagger but her strength ebbs from
the intense poison. She raises it as the creature she now
sees is only 1 foot in length. Tiny creature for such
a danger thing. The Creature stands on its hind legs and
flaps its wings as poison drips from its fangs. It hisses
at Fremea sees a bolt of red energy from the skies it seems
hit the creature and it bursts into flames. She then
hears the flap of wings as Fremea face sinks into the grass
weak from her attack as her strength ebbs....]
Actions? Comments?
Next update...Friday..
GM: Wow. I wasn't expect this attack on Fremea to be so
devastating. Fremea consider your actions carefully.
GM: Schedule -
Currently - 8:00pm
Currently - Dance/Feast/Celebration/Reception -
Tomorrow - Wedding 8am
Tomorrow - Wedding Celebration - 10am
Tomorrow - High Elder Audience - around noon
GM: Assuming Fremea lives through this. I would like to
know what each of you do for the rest of the night
from 8-bedtime. I can then move onto the morning
events (wedding and such) or at least prepare for
them once the above is resolved. :) Due to the
last Friday's update going out Saturday (late) this
update is very short. If you've not read the last
update do so as its lengthy. :)
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