[pnpgm] Game Update #99 - File #393 - Entry to Bogan's place
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HT Aliaver/Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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R1.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar .. Ma
--.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
R3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma
R1.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma
R4.J H Hooten........YN..Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human....Ma
W4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe
R1 John.Stowman......YN..Will..............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
-- Npc...............YY..Etain.............Teacher.Normal/Elf......Ma
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell, Wolf - Will
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[Recap]
From Wout: [Re: Playing]
Scott, there is a short answer. "This game keeps me sane." The
not much longer answer is that although I sometimes drop out for
a time and have to rush myself really to read six or seven
updates at a time and then reply only to the last one in style
with what Unali would have done (and what you hae always
perfectly dubbed in already), I do hugely appreciate this
game and all the effort you put in. Personal life and the
time spent on building a career keeps me away from the table-
top game we ran for two decades at home. Still, RPGs are an
essential part of life and through this game I get that exper
ience. Besides, Unali (and Dr. Zovaster, the table-top game
Chaos Wizard/your friendly neighbourhood healer that you don't
want to meet) have become part of me in a way. I am not ready
to part with them.
If you can keep up, I will do all I can as well. It will not
always e enough in my view at least, but I will try. (Now I
don't feel I should have an opinion on the schedule, 2x week
or once a week only, but I do like the 2x week schedule even
if I don't always/mostly get to adhere to it.
My view. And as to travelling: Greetings in this case from
Seoul, where it is past midnight and the hotel is ridiculously
expensive. almost 60 US$ for a pizza. Luckily I only have to
stay here for 3
GM: Ack. Opps think I cut that ending off. But I appreciate
the words. Greatly. Thanks for your opinion. Hopefully others
will post as well on this. Appreciate the vote of confidence.
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
Being that the guard can give her all the info she needs ...
"Then we shall make sure he will not go anywhere till we...
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As for playing, I love doing this. There are just times I am
busy, but it gives me a bit of RPG that I just get to do
otherwise, since most of my friends are busy too. Do as many
updates as it seems will work best for you, but I for one want
to keep going.
GM: Ack. Thanks. That's two good votes. And folks should not be
worried on offending me with the truth or whatnot. I can handle
it. I went thorugh the BBS Flame Wars in the 90s. :) But
thanks for kind words.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
A gesture and grin waived away any spectator suspicions...
"I'm Arawn. I've come here to speak with Jordi. If he's...
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Sepes 29th, 1634TH]
[Location: City of Samma, Donara]
[Fremea/Raban group]
[Time: 9:28:41 am - Samma city, Donara]
Being that the guard can give her all the info she needs to
find this worms place, she decides that leaving him here is
better and they can have some fun afterward.
"Then we shall make sure he will not go anywhere till we get
back. Tie him up in one of the trees and make sure he is gagged
very well, so no one can hear him otherwise."
After they have Grosis in a very secured spot, that only
they will get to, she tells the guard to lead them to Grosis'
place. Before they get there, she will have the guard tell them
how many other guards there will be hanging out there and if
there are any traps he knows of. His is place on the first
floor or higher? Does he frequent any other places that the
guards did not go in with him?
Raban nods and realizes his plan about the tree might not be
so wise. A 800 pound man standing on a tree limb might be a bit
dangerous. He can't just hover in the air as his skill flying
is more from point to point. So he'll have to get Fremea to
help secure him once he is there. But he knows a tall tree
near the park they passed. It is among a dozen other large trees
well over 75 feet or higher. Being so close to the Wild Forest
where there are trees as tall as 300 feet or more there are bound
to be seedlings that pass to this area. It is not off the beaten
track as anyone bird watching could see it. But it is thick
enough that it should hide the bound man. Raban carries the
limp slaver through the trees. He asks Fremea for help. "I may
need you to secure him once I get him there."
Some time later the trio finds the tree. The small pond is
about 300 feet to the west and the area is thick with shrubs
and other trees. Fremea does a quick aerial recon and finds
no one in the area except birds in a radius of at least a full
B.
mile. Those nearby are on the city streets to the east that
is totally oblivious to the woods nearby.
Raban grabs Fremea's 12 foot cord. She does not have more
rope in her bag so the cord will have to do. Then Raban takes
a flying leap and take to the skies. He rounds the circle twice
and then lands opposite of the pond from view. There he finds
a limb about 80 feet off the ground. The man quickly does a flying
dump on the tree limb which is about as wide as a adult bear. He
then circles the tree with the cord and secures him in place.
Raban then checks the tree the nearest tree limb is about 8
feet away. Raban lands on it and stops. Waits for the tree
limb to crack and bend. It goes tumbling to the ground to prevent
the man from climbing down in case he does escape.
Fremea then lands on the limb near Grossis and finishes the
binding. She secures his legs and mouth gag. She then places
a free random limbs and moss around him to hide him even further.
Landing on the ground they check on last time but the man is
well hidden.
[Time: 9:42:13 am - Samma city, Donara]
Fremea back in her dress walks between the giant and the
thralled guard. She asks her questions mentally and the
guard replies in a very monotone way.
"His place is a simple three or four room place at best. We
don't go inside. It is a small place with only one story. It
is a upper lower class neighborhood. Not quite the level of
most modern middle class families. But not a one room shack
as well. We aren't allowed inside as I said before. So as to
traps I do not know. As to guards it me and Ardik. In fact
this very day we were arguing over wages not being paid. We were
about to leave him."
This makes Fremea a bit sad that the other guard she ambushed
was about to find new employment. But only for a few seconds of
concern.
The guard continues, "He likes to go to Bogan's, Camile's,
a friend of his he sometimes goes to plays cards privately,
a couple of entertainment halls, the brothel on Bason street
and a brother he has in the south side of town."
Raban asks, "his brother involved in his old business? Same
for this friend of his that plays cards?"
Raban waits but the guard does not reply. Then Fremea commands
him to reply mentally.
"Not that I know of. His brother is a florist of some kind
that sells flowers. His friend....I believe he is a dealer
in those cheap book store adventure novels. You know the kind
of thing heroes talk about slaying a dragon with a sword and
with no scratched and saving the maiden before the night's
evening meal."
[Time: 10:10:25 am - Samma city, Donara]
Soon with some effort the guard finds the street where the
scum lives. No trouble other than the usual wide eyes of
seeing Raban. At one point a trio group of city guards on
patrol did ask who they were. There was some rumor of a giant
trashing a tavern near the wharf. But after checking out
Raban for cuts and bruises they move on. So far any word
on the larger group seems to be unknown.
Now about 4 houses from the spot the trio stop and watch
the home. Sure enough this street all has one story small
homes. At most some may have 5 or 6 rooms if you include a
extra room out back or on the side. The area is depressed
in value and the street looks like it hasn't been worked on
for a few decades. There is no street lamps like normal
streets or better areas. There is only a woman hanging laundry
on a rope out back about 4 houses back. There are a couple of
young kids maybe around 5-6 half a dozen houses down the street.
But otherwise it seems this is a working class area and all are
away at work.
Satisfied Fremea waves them forward. She reaches in her
pocket and grabs the key she got from the slaver. Nice no need
to break in. She and Raban look around the home. There are windows
but they are all closed. The yard looks like it hasn't been
cleaned, weeded or cut in a month or two. She orders the guard
to the side of the house and warn them if others see or approach.
Raban checks the door but sees nothing out of the ordinary. Fremea
unlocks and opens the door. The main room is a simple kitchen with
a small 4 person table, sink, cupboards and. To one side is a parlor
of some sort with a wooden stove likely not just for cooking but
for heat. A small two person sofa and some cushions to the
ground likely
for sitting. Fremea checks the cupboards and finds a few plates and
glasses. Some cans and tins of what might be salted meat but looks
like it could be pet food. The guy definitely does not eat
like a king.
The stove looks worn and used but doesn't show signs of recent use.
Maybe he likes to eat out at Camile's often. There are some roaches
climbing on a basket of eggs on the stove.
The next room to the rear and left is a bedroom. The other room
to the right and rear is a smaller closet and storage
area. There are
crates of food like fruits or dried stored
materials. There are crates
of odds and ends from pieces of furniture to books to tacky
art pieces.
It seems the man kept his stuff form his old richer life here in case
he goes back to his old higher status standing. There are
a great deal
of clothing in one corner which is enough to fit a small army and the
man does like to dress well.
In the bedroom there is a single two person bed that is not made up
or cleaned in probably a month. Smells like the brothel
has come here
a few times. A small chair and cabinet holds a bit more series of
clothing. The man likes his belts as there seems to be at least 3
dozen leather and cloth belts. Fremea does recall him
liking to dress
well for the public and his friends. She figured it was more a cover
for something he lacked like character and social graces.
A new room in the center back between the other rooms is not larger
than a small closet. It simply has a brass like tub for bathing and
a cabinet of towels and cleaning supplies.
Fremea looks up but the ceiling is a simple cheap thatch with a
bit more than a light tornado couldn't take off - nothing to hide
there. Raban removes the cheap rug in the center of the main room
next to the kitchen table and checks for bottoms. But the cliche
stash is not there. So where is his stash?
Raban is skilled in secret places and traps but scans the rooms.
Fremea checks the bed and under the sofa. Nothing. Then Raban
sees something. "I'm no cook. But that stove. Why are there two
pipes running to the roof? Shouldn't just be one there to take
the excess smoke outside?"
Fremea grins and pats the giant on his leg. She moves toward
the stove. Sure enough the one pipe on the right seems to be
rather loose. Raban reaches out and with ease tears the pipe
away. Behind the pipe is a thin wall but nothing can be there.
So they check the first pipe. Finds ash and residue So it
must be the other pipe. Raban tears it as well and out a box
falls form the pipe. Then a second and a third small box
In the first is only coins. Maybe a couple dozen Silver, A
stack of copper and an assorted collection of brass bits. The
man was indeed much more poor than used to be. Fremea wonders
if Bogan would have claimed these as assets if they found it
for debts. In the second box is a collection of personal letters.
Based on writing style and length at first glance they seem to
be personal family related or love letters. Some that it seems
even Camile recently replied to. A man who was cruel had a soft
spot in love it seems. To hide it here means he made this a
very private thing. Some letters addressed to maybe his brother
and a few others that might be family. The documents can only be
skimmed at this time but based on the first few lines they seem to
be personal letters.
The third box is a flimsy thing that breaks when it falls out.
As if jammed in so long it could not take being in there any longer.
Behind it several rolled up mini scrolls fall out. Based on a
quick scan of the things Raban can tell they seem to be business
related. Fremea is not a fluent reader but Raban is. But both
can see notes to and from Mavac. But in this case it is signed
CM. But it can be quickly figured it must be Captain Mavac. There
are documents from others who they don't recognize the names at all.
There are lists of what seems to be slave Grosis had or sold which
sickens Fremea so much she has to sit on the sofa. There must be
over a hundred names. Skimming the ages most are around
12-19. A second
list is the demon list showing 22 names that seem to be Faerry like
names. So they seem to be just starting that group based
on the dates.
Fremea sees the name of the Faerry that she found in the Vong cave.
The one that told of things going on. In her entry it is marked
escaped with a number to the side that must be a bounty. Only four
such entries on bot lists show this but the others are all killed
with a entry of dead.
Raban stands at the table and looks at the documents and then back
toward Fremea. "This may take time to figure out. It is clear
the man has no great stash. We could to through the storage again
but looks cheap stuff. This place might be best for a farm family
not a business man. Should we stay and read them or leave?"
Fremea feels sick, disgusted and angry. She wished she could've
taken the man down piece by piece. Drop his organization down to
nothing but dust. But it seems she is too late. But he still
lives and that angers her more.
[Time: 10:26:18 am - Samma city, Donara]
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[Kell/Unali's group]
[Time: 9:58:12 am - Samma city, Donara]
Kell leaves the barn heading to find Kiet. He isn't sure if
Unali is serious or not. But when she doesn't come back to
stop him he decides she is serious.
Kell scratches Squirt in his arms as they walk. "Yeah. This
is odd business. What happened to just selling stuff? Now I'm
looking for some missing family and torturing a scumbag. Cousin
Jarl would be upset. But then again he spent way too much time
on the pasture with those sheep and somehow found himself naked."
Inside Mavac looks at Unali and sizes her up. "You could go
far in our organization. I could even find you a boy or two
if you-" Unali slaps the man with the back of her dagger hilt
causing a massive bruise. The man laughs, "fine. Not into that
sort of thing? How about money. We could set you up for life.
My people are rich beyond what you can imagine."
Unali ignores the man. Her loot alone is enough for a king's
ransom at her place. Course Aren would say infiltrate to find
the full organization. But that would take time like weeks or
months. Fremea will not be around that long. She glances down
at Mavac's groin and laughs knowing the man must surely cover
up for compensation in other areas.
[Time: 10:21:12 am - Samma city, Donara]
Kell returns to the tavern and finds Etain at a back table drinking
a mug of ale. Kell wonders if the Elf has regained his love for
drinking. He sits down and Etain looks up.
"Just missed Arawn. Was looking for Kiet and Z'leyra. They
are out looking at Bogan's place. So Arawn went to find Jordi
for some reason." Etain glances at the door and sighs. "I
guess Fremea is still missing as well. Wait. Where is Unail?"
Kell informs him what they found in quite whispers. "He was
a bit reluctant. I think Unali Kiet to help persuade him a bit
better. Can you send him to where we were when they get here?"
Kell gives a brief quick path to find them.
Etain look to the stairs to the back. "That Will guy is upstairs
in the room. He is a quiet one. Does he do anything but write
and draw?" Kell just shrugs and lifts up his own drink.
Kell finishes his own quick mug of beer and leaves back toward
the bar. In Ba'ru he'd never drink this early but it would be
rude not to do so with Etain drinking.
[Time: 10:33:35 am - Samma city, Donara]
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[Kiet/Z'leyra/Etain's group]
[Time: 8:58:17 am - Samma city, Donara]
Kiet looks over to Z'leyra with a puzzled, somewhat
apprehensive look on his face. "Are you sure you want to do
this? I don't really want any trouble with the local guards and,
quite frankly, I don't have any real skills at sneaking around...
or thieving. How would you suggest we deal with the guards or
guards?"
"One guard, in front of the house." replies Z'leyra. "The trick
is to avoid attracting his or anyone else's attention. So if you
are prepared to watch out and noisily distract anyone if they
start to investigate the house I can cast a spell and walk thru
the wall and have a look around."
Kiet adds, "I can always create a distraction, or (if we can
get close enough) I can send in a mana sphere and look around
that way."
Z'leyra replies "Create a distraction only if needed. If plan
A doesn't work we can go with your using the mana sphere as plan
B."
Kiet considers his options. A sphere would require getting
very close to the house. A illusion might be 80 feet. So
for that Kiet will have to get to the next property and hide
in the bushes. Both options are not great. But it seems the
property to the south of Bogan's place is empty now or so it
seems. At this distance of three houses the guard looks
bored but not sleepy. A guard this time of day will lead
to a very alert guard compared to say one at night.
Z'leyra and Kiet move to the side and move north toward
Bogan's place. They pretend to eye the houses like as if
possible hoping to buy.
They both end up at the edge of the property next to
Bogan's. Now about 100 feet from the guard standing at the
gate by the street. The crowd has dispersed and only a few
older ladies are down the street chatting about 4 houses
down to the street in the north. The others have gone to
their homes. Doing this in the middle of the day Kiet
finds annoying as its too easy to be seen. But the Shaman
seems to know what she is doing.
Both slip between a tree and set of shrugs at the border
of the property next to Bogan's place. They look at the
house they are in front and see nothing in the windows.
Then they merge into the shrubs. Kiet finds a good place
to stand and maybe sit down if needed. In the bush he is
well hidden.
[Time: 9:08:30 am - Samma city, Donara]
Z'leyra then casts invisibility to go from view.
Z'leyra then starts to cast Insubstantial and then Levitate
since it will be needed to move.
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Z'leyra then levitates and moves straight for the house
which is about 50 feet away. She enters the first floor
in what looks to be a parlor. But six seconds later
her insubstantial spell ends and she becomes solid again.
A few seconds later she lands on the ground on her feet
now with her levitate spell ending. But she knows he
has maybe 30 seconds to explore before the invisibilty
spell ends. She moves quickly from room to room and looks
in corners. For now she isn't looking at items but for
guards or others.
Twenty seconds later she climbs the stairs to the second
floor and checks three rooms begins visible again. But
at this point and based on noise there is no one else in
the house.
[Time: 9:09:32 am - Samma city, Donara]
Z'leyra glances at the front gate through the second story
window and sees the guard just looking away from the house
toward the street.
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[Arawn group]
[Time: 11:06:25 am - Samma city, Donara]
A gesture and grin waived away any spectator suspicions as
Arawn slipped into a relaxed position against the counter, his
demeanor encouraged the image of two patrons making
acquaintance.
"I'm Arawn. I've come here to speak with Jordi. If he's not
familiar with my name tell him that I'm allied with his old
friends from earlier this evening."
The Elf looks at Arawn and then studies his face a bit. He
then suddenly reaches up toward Arawn's head. Arawn is fast
and could deflect any such thing. But Arawn's instinct is not
to act. The Elf reaches up and brushes his hair back and places
a hand on Arawn's left ear nearest the bar front away from the
view of others. Arawn can feel his ear being pulled slightly.
Then as quickly as it started the Elf nods. "A bug I had to
get rid of." He then leans in closer and whispers. "Our Human
allies speak of fakes who try to get to our meeting."
Arawn nods and places his hair back over his ears. The paranoid
nature humans in this culture can be intense.
The Elf places his hand in his pocket and then turns to
nod at the semi-hidden-yet-obvious door bodyguard. He glances
over his shoulder. "Wait here."
The Elf moves toward the back room and enters. He fins
another person and leans to whisper. "A Elf. Names himself
Arawn. Seems to want to speak to you?"
At the word Arawn, Jordi's eyes widen. He quickly stands.
"Here? Where?" Jordi is glad he didn't mention his name
out loud. He turns to the group at the table. "I need to
do something. Can we have a short break?"
The others nod and being to chat among themselves. Jordi
turns to the Elf and motions him out. Arawn sees a tall man,
who has to be a Elf of middle age, step out. Arawn can see
Jordi gulp and quickly move forward. He leans to the other
Elf. "Please tell me you didn't test him?" The other Elf
just nods and looks suspicious. Jordi sighs and gets to
Arawn.
"I am Jordi. You are Arawn son of our great patron Payan."
He says this as declaration rather than asking while keeping
his voice very low. The other Elf hears this and sits down
a bit sick at possibly offending a great Elf. Jordi looks
to the dinning public area. "Is there something I can do
for you? Shall we go outside or find a table?"
[Time: 11:09:13 am - Samma city, Donara]
---Ending Time---
[Current time for each group]
[Time: 10:26:18 am - Samma city, Donara]
[Time: 10:33:35 am - Samma city, Donara] - Kell/Unali
[Time: 8:09:32 am - Samma city, Donara] - Kiet/Z'leyra
[Time: 11:09:13 am - Samma city, Donara] - Arawn
Actions? Comments?
Next Update...Monday...
GM: A good place to stop. Placed for actions needed. I
couldn't get it out Monday due to some small emergency
had to deal with. I appreciate the comments from Wout
and Tobie on the game. Maybe others will post or
email their views. Hope everyone had a good Labor day
for the USA. Now things will start to slow down a bit
for more vacations here and more free time to slack
(probably means tons more Diablo 3).
GM: Arawn - What now?
Fremea - Back to the tree or somewhere else or stay
to study the documents? If stay how long do you
take before needing to leave (just so I can do it
time wise).
Kiet - Sphere is out distance wise. So got you in
illusion range. But may have to set the illusion
more near you so not to get out of range. If this
is needed. May not.
Z'leyra - As the rules file show need that Levitate
as we figured out a few years ago. Since all three
were EL0 they died quickly. So what now? There are
maybe 3-4 rooms still to check but then can check each
room more carefully. Or go get Kiet? Search alone?
how searching? Etc. All three spells are over and
will do the experience later next update.
GM: Tasks to do -
* Find mysterious Mage - Upcoming updates
* Sell loot if possible Upcoming Updates
GM: Teams -
Find Fremea's slaver - Fremea, Raban
Town slavers - Kell, Unali
Find Moon Gort - Arawn
Read scrolls - Etain, Will
Bogan's place - Kiet/Z'leyra
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