[pnpgm] Game Update #45 - File #416 - Kell fights thieves
Scott Adams
longshot at cybermax.net
Tue Oct 20 08:05:21 CEST 2009
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
R4.Tom Corckett..........Caladan...........Wizard Normal/Human Ma
W2.Marcel Liberty........Chion.............Sailor..Normal/Human Ma
W3.Ryan Torres...........Farseeker.........Warrior.Normal/Human Ma
--.Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry Fe
R2.Mark Murtha...........Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human..Ma
Do.David Sanders.........Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human Ma
R4.J H Hooten............Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human..Ma
W2.Robert Maxwell........Strie'bog.........Bard....Normal/Human..Ma
R1 NPC...................Shu.Yeoh..........Wizard..Normal/Human..Fe
W4.Wout Broere...........Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human Fe
...Thomas.Magann.........Whitney...........Scholar.Normal/Human..Ma
R1 John.Stowman..........Will..............Hunter..Normal/Human..Ma
R4.Alex Koponen..........Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human Fe
R1 NPC...................Zhou Kiwat........Noble...Normal/Human..Ma
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Tef'wo (Horse) Ben'dar, 2 Donkeys
Cover Story Info: [HD- House member, F-Foreigner, N-native non house]
Arawn aka Arawn as Teacher to daughter [F]
Ben'dar aka Bu Da as Horse expert [F]
Caladan aka Ca Lu as Guard/Archer [N]
Chion aka Capt. Chu Mai as Sailor Trustee [HD]
Farseeker aka Fu Sa as Guard [F]
Fremea aka Lin Mong as Noble child [HD] [Disguised]
Kell aka Swan as Trader [F]
Kiet aka Kiet Sunan as Zhou's servant [F]
Raban aka Toban Nu as Entertainer/Guard [F]
Strie'bog aka Sun Zhu as Entertainer [N]
Shu aka Shu as Niece [HD]
Unali aka Tun Au as Zhou's wife [HD]
Whitney aka Whitney as Herbalist/Tailor [F]
Will aka Sun Tzu as hunt master [F]
Z'leyra aka Kakita Junami as Healer [F]
Zhou aka Zhou Wa as Baron Noble [HD]
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Game Update #45 in sequence (file #416)
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[Recap]
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
Fremea understands what Shu has asked her and she nods. She is
keeping quiet this time as to not interfere with anything, and
keeping a watch on the procedings to make sure all goes the way
it is supposed to go.
After hearing what this guy can do, she is now very concerned
about being seen magically. She knows that Arawn is much more
powerful than she is, however if she is to go places herself,
there could be an issue. She will need to learn what to look for
in how people are looking at her with their "senses." Speaking
up, "Do you also see items? And what seems to work best to stop
you from seeing them?" After getting up stairs, she finds a quiet
place, locking the door (if Raban follows her, she will ask him
to come in the room), so no one can come in and checking for any
issues with windows or secret/trapped doors. After she is
satisfied with the room, she will let her windows out and stretch
them a bit. She will also do a little bit of hovering to keep
herself in shape.
Once Shu is done with her tracking ability, Fremea will put her
disguise back on and head back with the others.
GM: Ack. Tracking ability? Did I miss something?
From Ben'dar: [Re: Actions]
Ben'Dar sees the stack of parchment in the youth's hands and
feels the sinking feeling inside he often feels when confronted
by the red tape of "civilization". He brightens as he thinks of
a way to cut the time of the paperwork. "No, I'm fine." he
replies. Turning toward the corner of the room, he pulls down
his pants and begins urinating on the wall.
GM: Ack. Should've gone before you left the ship!
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
Arawn doesn't eat or drink anything while at the inn/tavern.
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Arawn doesn't seem to react much when word of Tiehul's power...
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"...Zhou speaks up. "I think if my friends don't have...
- Upon hearing this Arawn leaned in and whispered quietly in
Zhou's ear...
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Julis 7th, 1634TH]
[Location: Jiuquo, Katai]
[Weather: Partly Cloudy, Temperatures: 65-85]
[Time: 1:16pm]
[Location: Brass Mug Tavern]
As Tiehul goes to get more drinks from his bar, Zhou reaches
up to his temple and rubs them.
Farseeker asks him, "what's wrong?"
Zhou blows out a short breath and places his hand back on the
table. "I just hope the others don't bring attention to themselves.
That is the last thing we need. I just have this odd feeling..."
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[Time: 1:25pm]
The young solider inks his quill and begins to mark a few
items on the first scroll. He continues to ask the basic
questions as he makes notes on replies. He glances up to
see Ben'dar still standing and stares at him. He asks the
barbarian if he needs to leave the room to use the outhouse
yet again.
Ben'dar looks at the young face who oddly reminds him of the
local Sivas tax collector that visits his ranch. The fools
in Marentia believe in records upon records and archives of
those records to have records of them. He knows he isn't a
paper pusher like those in the government district of Sivas
and Maren but the land seems to thrive on it. Sure King Maros
can wave a hand and action is done. But in the end it is
the paper pushers who really get the job done pushing one stack
of money to another stack by columns of numbers. Ben'dar
found the concept of the administrative duties annoying. That
is why he hired his ranch steward. Leaves him free time to
break horses and make money.
Ben'dar recalls Damon sailing his merchant ship up the river
and then having to spend 3-4 hours doing paperwork on the deals.
Then it hits him, Damon mentioned there are ways around paperwork.
Some as complex as bribes or ignorance.
Ben'dar glances over at the always quiet Chion but his face
is expressionless as usual. Yet if they searched his horse
and found that "shovel" it would all be over. Ben'dar then
glances at Will and Z'leyra who look forward seemingly eager
to answer the youth's questions.
Ben'dar perks up, "No, I'm fine."
The youth nods quickly and turns his attention to Chion as the
only native of the group he must be the leader. Most Katai
only respect foreigners with a native patron as Zhou warned.
"This shouldn't take long its all regulations. Then we'll
get your bounty reward-"
Ben'dar having turned around drops his pants and moons the
youth. The youth suddenly stops talking in confusion and then
Ben'dar begins to urinate in the far right corner of the room
on the wall and down onto the carpet.
The young guard drops his parchment and suddenly jumps to his
feet. "Are you insane?!" With Quill still in his right hand
he rounds the desk. "What are you doing!?" He rounds the
chairs passing Chion. "You can't do that!" He reaches out
with his empty hand to touch Ben'dar's right shoulder. "You
fool!"
Ben'dar turns around slowly and the spray hits the wall and then
lands onto the youth's boots.
"You barbarian! I just had those cleaned! You..." He looks
to the others. Then to Chion, "is he your slave?" He glances
back to Ben'dar who stands a good foot taller than the youth and
maybe 40 pounds more. He realizes it might not be good to protest
too much. "You ....need..."
By now the others have turned to see what the trouble is. Chion
just glances over and shrugs. Will glances briefly over and
sighs and then looks forward. Z'leyra gets quite a eye full and
then turns back around.
The youth suddenly steps back shaking his boot. "You just earned
a night in jail for that at the least!" He then turns to the
door and opens it. He steps out and looks around. He sees another
guard down the hall. "Major! Trouble up here. Come quickly." He
then looks at the nearby guard and speaks softer. "Send for Kaj
we have an..." He steps out into the hall and closes the door.
Then the group hears a click as the door is locked from the
outside. "an idiot in here."
Ben'dar redresses and leans to the wall. He hears a muffled
voice say, "Kaj? I don't want to clean up the gore and body
parts this time. You do it." Then hears feet stomping down the
stairs.
Ben'dar smiles to himself that at least the paperwork has been
ended. OF course the group is now locked inside a windowless
room upstairs of a jail with unknown guards inside not including
the barracks to the side which could have dozens of guards.
About 15 seconds later a group of heavy footsteps is heard
running up the stairs. Muffled voices are heard outside and
then a click at the door as it is unlocked.
Major Lai steps into the room with sword in hand. Outside
Ben'dar notices at least four guards. They are whispering about
bets on something it seems. The Major ignores them and closes
the door. he glances at Ben'dar and the carpet. He shakes his
head.
"That boy was a big mistake. You earn a night in the jail for
that at least. Your friends may suffer for it as well." He
walks behind the desk and sheaths his sword. He crosses his
arms but doesn't sit down. He glances at the paperwork. "Was
it that hard to fill out?" He glances at Chion. "Are they
educated?" He tilts his head at the other three. "Looks like
any bounty is now forfeit. Those coins will have to go to
clean up and new carpet. Assuming we don't levy fines for this
act of stupidity." He finally sits down and pushes back a foot.
"Now what are we going to do about this and how much jail time
do you think you deserve?"
Ben'dar glances back at the wall and hears a croak of the stairs
as someone, who seems rather large, climbs the stairs. Then
suddenly the whispers outside stop.
The Major looks at Chion and raises a hand, "you as their patron
are responsible for these barbarians. You could get a night in
jail along with him." He sits back and sighs. "This is why
Katai is the home of civilization. All other people are just
barbaric simpletons. Now look I have to fill out a incident
report and that means paperwork *I* have to do." He raises
a hand and looks at his fingernails. "My hands are for killing
fools." He raises an eyebrow and looks at Ben'dar quickly then
back at Chion. "Not for paperwork. Now what are we going to
do about this situation?"
[Time: 1:28pm]
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[Time: 1:25pm]
[Location: City Street near Market]
Kell faces three threads and wonders how he got into this
situation and why isn't Kiet here? He weighs the odds. It
is 2.5 to 1. The sword thug is the biggest threat. He isn't
Farseeker who could probably handle this battle with eyes closed
or Ben'dar who could handle it swiftly. But he did practice
some fighting on the ship.
Kell stands up straighter and draws his tulwar, readying himself,
and says "Not hurt me? Not hurt me?" This in an extremely haughty
voice and with disdain for the street thugs. "Do I look like a
little lamb to you?" Swinging his tulwar in a flash. "How about
this. You three give me back my money, and we call it even."
Swinging again, this time he also shows a bit of his armor to
the thugs.
Ha'Kell can't stand these thugs now and won't shed a tear over
them no matter what happens.
Ha'Kell steps away from the wall two steps and gives the
ultimatum with scorn to the thugs, "I should make you give me
all your money, but I'm no thief. This is your last chance. Give
me my money and walk away for another day." He steadies himself
and forms a fighting stance, for only fighting with his tulwar.
Missing his shield and helmet for this, but his tulwar skill
should be up to the challenge. He faces the two men and awaits
their answer.
The two thugs stop in stare at the victim who has become a
possible threat. They assess the man in his odd hat and cloak.
Both men glance at each other then shrug. "Your right," says
the shortswordman. "We give up. We'll turn into good boys."
He pauses as he lowers his sword. "Tomorrow." Then both men
charge forward.
The shortswordman lunges forward and thrusts. Kell tries to
parry with his own Tulwar but fails. The sword hits under
Kell's arm and into his middle left chest just under the ribs
and lung doing 3 points of first drawn blood. Kell cringes
in pain but knows the wound isn't critical.
Kell steps back and then thrusts toward the dagger man but
pulls a feint and twists under and then up toward the sword
man's lower left abdomen just above his hip doing a minor 3
point wound.
The dagger thug swipes his dagger at the throat of Kell and
hits lower doing a long cut in his upper right shoulder doing
4 points of damage.
The sword thug slices down and Kell misses the blade by
a half inch but instead of slicing torso the blade knicks
his right arm doing a minor 1 point slice.
Kell thrusts again at the swordsman and stabs high in the
upper left shoulder doing a massive 7 point blow deep into
his shoulder. Blow spurts out onto Kell's tunic and the
thug goes down onto the ground not moving.
The dagger thug sees his chance and takes it and thrusts toward
Kell. But Kell sees it at the last second and pulls his tulwar
up. but the dagger stabs deep into the right arm of Kell into
deep tissue and tearing it up doing a very painful 7 point blow.
Kell grits his teeth and howls while he drops his tulwar.
Behind Kell the boy having gotten into position stabs his knife
forward toward Kell's back but the blow goes wild as Kell staggers
forward from the blow and misses entirely.
Kell knows his tulwar arm is useless and if he bends down to
get it he'll be a target. With his off-weapon hand he reaches
down with his left hand and grabs his dagger. He pulls it out
and thrusts it back at the dagger thug. The dagger hits the
thug in the lower left chest doing 5 points of damage.
The thug now wounded decides this battle might be too much.
He staggers back and turns down the alley and runs.
As Kell turns to face the boy he suddenly feels the back of
a dull knife his the side of his temple. As his vision blurs
he sees the boy looking at him with a smile and Kell falls
face down onto the ground.
[Time: 1:27pm]
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[Time: 1:16pm]
[Location: Brass Mug Tavern]
Shu asks Uncle Zhou if she can leave the boring talk and head
upstairs to rest. When in reality folks know she needs to prepare
for her spell ritual. Fremea also understands her offer to stretch
her limbs in more subtle ways. Fremea watches quietly and nods
ever so slightly to Shu in understanding.
But the idea of going upstairs seems less tempting when Fremea
hears what Tiehul can do or rather sense. She becomes concerned
about this and wonders how many in the nation could be born this
way? She quickly does the math which she is only fairly confident
in. If 7 million means 1 percent would be 7,000. So at least that
many could be around? With Zhou's numbers of at least 1/7th of
the population in the cities that could be rounding up at least
700 such people in the cities. She seems to recall at least
20 cities so 35 folks in each city just on the numbers. She sighs
in frustration at the odds stacked against the party.
Arawn declines something to drink even after drinking stale water
and warm wine on board for days. Tiehul notices how some seem
reluctant to drink. "Its not poisoned. Drink up."
Farseeker sniffs at his first ale and has been sniffing it.
"We've just had bad luck with poison." he then takes a deep
swig and finishes off the ale.
Zhou swirls his own wine the barkeep gave him initially. "Our
benefactor on this trip trusts him. So do I." Then he also
drinks up and has no immediate reaction.
Arawn doesn't seem to react much when word of Tiehul's power
comes to light but his eyes lock with the man's for a second
before drifting thoughtfully off to the side. A man like Tiehul
would be a treasure to a country such as Katai and likely the
government was constantly on the lookout for those rare individuals
possessed of such abilities. He was about to ask the man how his
ability worked in hopes of finding a way to best mundanely defend
against it when Fremea spoke up, obviously wondering the same thing
as he.
Fremea turns to the bar and looks at Tiehul as he selects the
drinks. His own aura is level with that of Farseeker's though
slightly more intense in vibrant blues and reds. So likely he
is a mere human with no magic training but this innate ability
gives him an edge over Farseeker in some ways.
Fremea speaks to Tiehul. "Do you also see items? And what seems
to work best to stop you from seeing them?"
Tiehul stops in his tracks and puts a bottle down on the bar.
"Please don't tell me you brought...items as well? He shakes
his head and grabs another bottle from the back mirrored wall.
"Blocking is just as easy as sight. Clothing can obscure such
things. I'm sure if you covered every inch of skin you could
block your own presence. Same with items." He places the drinks
and some food on the tray and carries it toward the table.
"I quite the business some eight years ago." He begins to sort
out the ales, wines and other drinks to those who wish it. As
he does some look at the man carefully to figure out his age.
He has a dark mustache and those Katai eyes with wrinkles. He
is physically fit so that can reduce age. But he looks to be
in his mid-40s. "Most folks we...found..were those who made
stupid mistakes. Folks just forget and walk in the open or
past detection. I think sometimes they want to be found. " He
finally sits down. "I'm not trained like some of you. So
I do not know all the methods to attempt to block detection.
Some work and some don't. I can tell you of at least three
groups in this city I'm familiar with. But for the three I
name there might be a dozen more I don't know about."
Arawn hears his reply and considers it. Finally Arawn speaks
up to the tavern owner. "With the wide array of sensors across
the nation, relatively speaking, how safe is it to perform certain
basic level... 'tasks' while in the countryside and away from
cities, villages or wagons? Does it still have a decent risk of
detection when in a wild or rural area?"
Tiehul takes a piece of bread and spreads honey on it. He
smiles at the code this group is speaking. Clearly not wanting
to see the M word. In this land even speaking it could be
dangerous. "Less of a risk yes. Cities are the most dangerous.
I'd say Katai city itself is near impossible for any tasks even
with my...skills of distraction. I would not venture there at
all. On the average only 1 or 2 Heretics are actually caught
every month or two months in any one city. In on average you
might have 6-15 in one city and so about 100-300 Heretics a year.
At least that is what the Mater General reports. I'd say those
facts are high and maybe 10% of that is likely true. I just
don't know. In Jiuqou here they caught one only 3 months ago.
To date I believe only three total this year and its half over.
Now how many do they actually catch and don't publicly execute?
Who knows. " He takes a few bites of bread and pauses. "The
chances decrease in the wild. It isn't like every two miles on
the road there are sensors. Of course the military does say
there are such things. But it is not realistic with the amount
of roads and money involved. There are certain groups that do
work outside the cities. These roam the roads and use mobile
detectors in hopes of finding passerbys. Those bounty hunters
tend to be less rich I suspect. Now I do hear there are...
tasks to do regional detection. Those were only used by the
elite of the groups and so I am not privy to such details. But
rumors and propaganda is that they can search for at random times
random specific tasks. In hopes to detect it and then send out
hit squads. This is the very thing with my distractions. They
don't likely have the accuracy to pinpoint exact streets so
the more tasks in a city the more blinded they are."
"Again I've been out of the bounty hunter work for years and
was only a low operative. I didn't enjoy the work so quit.
I never went up the chain so didn't get all the secrets. So
if you rely on my information take it with known risk."
Shu gets up after a finishing her fruit and drink. She heads
to the stairs and Tiehul gets up to escort her. He stops at
the base of the stairs. "There are 8 rooms empty. Each has
one bed. That should fit all of you unless there are others?
The first room on the right is the barkeep's home. But take
any room you like. We normally don't rent out unless we are
in need so they stay empty for guests."
While Tiehul is away from the table, Arawn leans to Zhou and
whispers a few things. Zhou nods twice and then shakes his head.
he whispers back to arawn. Arawn then sits back and grabs the
bag he prepared from his horse. Tiehul returns to the table and
sits back down.
Zhou turns to face Tiehul again as a couple of riders pass the
window of the tavern on the street. "We are in need of a wagon
maybe two. But we could use your...expertise on using all aspects
of a wagon to transport material items."
Tiehul raises an eyebrow and grins halfway. "Your benefactor
speaks highly of my skills. I'm not as good as some people in
the southern cities. Since we only get the single visitor from
the land of the north we don't have use for wagons. But this
isn't to say I don't have access to some. In fact I have one
wagon that might suit your needs. Every so often a lord in the
west will be restricted of weapons building up by the Master
General due to violence in the mountain villages and so called
atrocities. We help those victims with their own means by
sending in materials to them." Farseeker grins knowing that
likely means smuggling arms across the province. "It should
fit your needs. In fact it is back of the tavern and easy to
find. Your free to inspect it. How often do you wish to rent
it?"
"Rent might be hard to do as we don't know if we'll be back."
He squirms in his chair. "Our funds are running a bit low
but we could reach some agreement later."
Tiehul nods. "It is out back by the outhouse and the storage
shed you can't miss it."
"Fu Sa and Whitney you two should go do that inspection to see
if it will do us good. Until our friends get here to do a
better investigation." Zhou suggests.
Fremea stands up and heads to the stairs. Quickly Raban also
stands and follows. Raban stops her and as protector heads
up the stairs first. But when Fremea realizes that a towering
hunk of man could fall on her and crush her she chooses to go
first. Once upstairs they find a room next to Shu on the back
side of the tavern. Both enter and inspect the room. There
is only a small single bed, dresser with small mirror, water
basin, candles, light carpet, nightstand and single chair. The
single window looks out back to the back of shops about 50
feet away or so. To the left is indeed a full sized covered wagon
and small open wagon. Also out back is a small shed and outhouse.
Raban searches for hidden areas but finds nothing. As Fremea
closes the window curtain, Raban turns around to give Fremea
some privacy. Fremea takes off her stuffy disguise and whips
out here wings. She begins to hover and get some exercise.
She finally lays onto the bed in her normal cloths that were
under her dress disguise. Raban turns and smiles at the wee
Faerry. Fremea relaxes a bit before knowing she should go out
to inspect the wagon but knows its not a normal thing for a child
to do.
Downstairs Arawn pulls out two scrolls from his bag. The
first is a picture. he hands it to Tiehul who inspects it.
Arawn asks if he recognizes the mountain. Tiehul studies
it but shakes his head. "I don't visit the mountains much.
They are hundreds of miles away. They all look the same to
me. But I suspect the closer you get to the mountains some
local folks might know it." He hands it back to Arawn.
Zhou had whispered not to mention Vong by the name as Tiehul
didn't want to know the details of their mission. For safety
on his part and the party it is best that way Zhou figures.
So Arawn simply hands over the Vassa scroll found months ago
during the Bova cabin battle to save Bohusara. Tiehul reads
the scroll written in Katai. He finds the scroll brittle due
to the heat spell that destroyed the cabin and damaged the
scroll itself. It reads as follows:
"The Plan is set in motion. Nom has seen to connections in
---- ---- (missing ink or destroyed]. The Brain is almost ready in
Rising Mount. The House is supportive. Major operations [burnt
text here but looks like word "are"] are in action. Soon the time
of [---destroyed text---]-Harla will be set.
Product will be expected in one season. Be careful of locals.
kill anything that hinders Product. Nom will send Attendant to
collect Product.
You are only to oversee Product development not interfere in
operations of Growers. No contact should be made unless in extreme
emergency."
At the bottom of the scroll is some symbol of what could be a
animal wrestling another animal as if in a circle one on top of
each other.
Tiehul stands up again suddenly. "I did not want to know your
details of why you are here." He begins to pace. "This puts
me in danger as well as you now. If I'm questioned or worse."
Zhou sighs, "I understand. This letter is vague for those
details. But do you recognize any of the points in the letter?"
Tiehul stops and looks down again at the scroll. He shakes
his head. "House if this is written in Katai has to be on of
our noble houses. But there are one for each province. Which
one? I have no clue. Rising Mount? I've not heard of the
term. I'll have to ask my network. Sounds like a nickname
of some kind. Nom is that a place or name? Another thing
I don't recognize. I'll have to ask that as well." He looks
up at Zhou. "But you realize the more I ask the more visible
this investigation can become." He hands the frail scroll back
to Arawn. "You all are clearly here for some reason. I don't
care what that reason is. I will try to obtain some information
by the morning."
"There is one thing I would like to ask." Zhou finally asks.
"Have you heard of creatures seen around Katai with strange
armor or items?"
"The fringes of the Empire always has such reports for centuries.
The deserts to the west tell of giant monsters like scorpions
that hunt men down. But to particular events? No. Do these
creatures have a name or should I even dare to ask?"
"They do." Zhou answers curtly.
Tiehul paces back and forth again. "I'm going to regret
this I can feel it. Say it."
"Vong." Zhou speaks the word quietly almost barely vocal.
Tiehul nods. "I will ask. I will have to make these questions
into my network discreet even more so. I will have to use
middlemen so it can't be traced."
Finally Tiehul turns to Zhou. "Your benefactor is going to use
up a lot more favors than farfella falls here tonight I suspect..."
[Time: 1:31pm]
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[Time: 1:28pm]
[Location: City Street near Market]
Kell bolts awake from being knocked out. Face down on the
street he pushes up to find his hat has rolled off. He glances
around and sees the thug on the ground but the other thug is
gone. He also sees no boy. Grunting he grabs his hat, his
dagger and pulls himself up. He grunts more as his injured
right arm is burning. He places his hat back on and realizes
the boy might have seen his true self. He grumbles and then
looks around. Faintly north are tracks in the sand. Based
on the size and the known prints where the boy stood it takes
Kell a few seconds to acquire the boy's trail.
Cursing himself for being taken by a boy he follows with dagger
in hand down past two shops. One shop is a scribe shop and the
other is a bakery that appears closed. Kell follows the track and
turns left which leads back to the market. As he does he notices
the boy down the alley counting new money taken from Kell's
limp form. Cursing the half-elf stumbles down the alley enraged
at being taken from again. As he does the boy sees him and turns
and runs. AS he does he passes a wooden ladder. He decides to
climb it up toward the roof of another shop. The shop itself
looks to be a tailor shop but Kell isn't sure. As Kell who is
faint from blood loss and wounded gets to the ladder he grits his
teeth as he tries to climb it. But his wounded arm is aching and
too useless. He curses at the boy to stop. As the boy gets to
the top and begins to climb over the last rung Kell shakes the
ladder with his good hand. The ladder vibrates and dust and
stone fall down from the chipped side of the building.
The very old ladder begins to moan as the boy pulls one leg
over the side of the roof. As he does the top of the ladder
cracks and the left side of the ladder comes loose from the
side of the building. The boy loses his balance and suddenly
the coin bag in his hand drops to the ground in a cloud of dust.
The boy curses down at Kell but realizes he has lost his hard
ill gotten goods. The boy climbs up onto the ladder with his
stomach and shoulders and rolls onto the roof.
Kell looks up knowing the boy could get away as he can't climb
it now. he leans down to grab the coin bag which holds his
coins. As he does the Boy kicks the other side of the ladder
off its grip and Kell rolls tot he side to miss the ladder bashing
in his head by a few inches.
Kell glances down at the street where the buy market is going
on. No one has seen the action but doesn't want to draw more
attention. He realizes the boy likely has an escape route
planned and knows these buildings and streets better than Kell.
He did get his coins back, or at least most he hopes. He
pockets the coin bag and stumbles back to the combat sight.
Checking the thug he finds him unconscious but losing blood.
He might not make it. But Kell decides to get out of sight
to not get arrested. Kell begins to walk down the empty
side street toward the area of the south end of the market
where their stall is. As he does he wraps his arm with a
piece of shirt from the thug to stop the bleeding.
[Time: 1:31pm]
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Next Update...Friday...
GM: For my memory so I don't have to keep checking:
Unali, Arawn, Raban, Shu, Fremea,Whitney,Farseeker,Zhou-Tavern
Ben'dar, Chion, Will, Z'leyra - Jail
Caladan, Kell, Kiet and Strie'bog - markets
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