[pnpgm] Game Update #129 - File #507 - A box full of surprises
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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
JH 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 Arawn: [Re: Actions]
Arawn shared an empathetic look with Iedi as she shared...
"A pity to hear but I hope she returns to full health soon....
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Before parting ways with Iedi he asked her about other...
"This is all so fascinating. I wonder if odd things are ..
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While Iedi was busy with her customer Arawn took a moment ...
"Yeah, I'd be willing to guess Varange is somehow behind ...
OOC: Arawn will not attempt to break in at the moment (unless
the party discusses this further) but he'll walk around the
tavern (casually as he doesn't want to appear suspicious to
anyone watching) before heading out. Aside from looking/listening
for anything of interest he'll also use Mana Sense in case magic
might linger around/in the building that could serve as the
source of the disturbance.
GM: Ack.
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
Kiet looks over to Kell and says, "We've been on the road ...
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Octagi 5th, 1634TH]
[Location: Plains, Donara]
[Time: 11:55:03 pm - Donara City]
Arawn also casts the blessings upon Fremea to help her in
the upcoming struggles that may occur.
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[Octagi 5th, 1634TH]
[Location: Plains, Donara]
[Time: 4:55:28 pm - Donara City]
Kiet looks over to Kell and says, "We've been on the road for
a week. All I want is some hot and fresh food, and maybe a bath.
The bath can wait. I'm hungry. You interested in finding some
with me?"
Kell grins, "a bath would be nice." He wrinkles his nose.
"Maybe if we stay the night. I suspect we can eat at the
tavern where Varange will be. Big stuff. But there is
a open market a street back. Sure I'll head and get some
apple or something."
The two alert the others they will be at the market while
they find the nearby tavern of accidents.
The market is full of typical fresh food from fruits and
vegetables. But Kiet is more hungry than a simple pear.
He notices one stand with a fire going near a table.
Getting closer the man is cooking meat of some kind with
other things like tomatoes and bacon. Curious the man
explains it is circular meat surrounded mostly by two
globes of thick toasted bread. "Some guy in Caldo was
making them. He uses ...well other meat. I use nice
and juicy cow meat and some pigs. Care to try?"
The acrobat looks around and finds no other good meat
sellers other than salted meat sticks or those bland
turkey chew sticks some like. He decides to try it with
some toppings he likes. Back on the home island he
saw many just eat raw meat. A bit disgusting for some.
The merchant hands the large meat-bread thing that
requires two hands to eat. Kiet takes a bite and the
juice and cheese is quite tasty. "I'm working on the
name Pig-Steak? Cow-Paddy many seem to hate."
Kiet washes it down with some nice juice and it is
quite filling. Kiet and Kell sit on a bench and watch
the crowd to wait for the others. Kiet pats his stomach
while Kell finishes his apple and some salted sugar candy
he got. He eats some of the candy which is half hard to
bite. "Back home mom hated me eating this stuff. I hear
the technique is from Port Doman but I think it was Caldo
as they have great cooks. Course the Fomorians make this
great ice cream treat that is to kill for."
Kiet grunts and looks away. Kiet adds to the din around
him. "The food was OK, but this city is just...just...not
right. I'm with Raban on this...it creeps me out. Everything's
so organized...where's the flavor...?"
"You want happening? I heard that brain scholar city Ticasi
has some flavor. I hear they have some private night clubs
that make the Thaliban Road Dancers look like priests in
church. Not that I've seen it...."
[Time: 5:20:21 pm - Donara City]
Arawn shared an empathetic look with Iedi as she shared the
news of Gaeduro's injuries. Had the woman remained in town he
could have helped but he hoped that with proper rest and a good
healer she'd make a complete recovery.
"A pity to hear but I hope she returns to full health soon.
And hopefully you can get word to her on running the tavern in
her absence as it would benefit both parties.
But how odd that these things would happen. Has it always been
so, unusual things like this happening at her tavern? Or was it
a recent thing - did anything unusual happen around the time the
odd events started? Or since?"
Iedi looks at Arawn with full concentration, "to be honest
she needs the rest. She has worked 4 years straight without
one day of vacation. Worried what her son might do in her
absence. Odd things? Don't know. She hasn't told me much
but we are just busy these days. The day she fell off the
roof with the table cloth there was a couple of dead birds
near her as if they hit her or just happened to die at the
same time or later. Who knows. Birds are all over roofs
in this area. Dirty creatures."
Before parting ways with Iedi he asked her about other inns
and taverns about town, in particular the Rotten Egg tavern
where the party was to meet Varange later.
Iedi shrugs, "Rotten Egg? I think that is across town. I
live on this side so rarely go there. I have a cousin who
live son that side of town but I only visit her like once
a month. I've heard its a family place...decent. Not
much hard drunks like other places. But more than that never
visited so not much to add."
"This is all so fascinating. I wonder if odd things are still
going on?," he commented, feigning excitement. "If you notice
anything else odd around the tavern I'd love to hear about it!
I'll definitely have to pay you a visit and look at your wares
later on, after I've settled in."
Iedi nods and notices the customer by her stand and rushes
off to sell her wares.
While Iedi was busy with her customer Arawn took a moment to
respond to Kell's thoughts.
"Yeah, I'd be willing to guess Varange is somehow behind or
linked to this. But I doubt he simply wanted a more private spot.
He chose the tavern and would have known about it, the type and
volume of patrons. The change in venue had to occur for another
reason, but what?
Does he need the place empty for exploration? Is he buying
time? Or setting us up?"
Arawn's brow furrowed with deep thought on the matter, his
eyes turning to stare at the boarded-up tavern.
"I'd really like to take a look around in there as soon as
possible, without drawing attention to ourselves."
The party takes a bit of time to inspect the street of vendor
stalls. Being the capital such places have things other cities
do not. Arawn takes this time to walk around the tavern. He
opens himself to other senses. But sees nothing magical or
strange. The windows are all shuttered and locked. There is
a back door and not much else. The noise of the city is loud
but Arawn strains to hear inside as he passes. But hears nothing
but maybe a loose shutter hinge flapping in the wind.
[Time: 6:09:29 pm - Donara City]
With less than two hours the party has finished the exploration
of the city. Just on a whim the Palace was looked at from afar.
Gleaming towers and domes just like any palace. At least in
Maren city the place looks like a home rather than some odd
fort about to be seiged by some great army. Most figure the
history of the Dons being a military host tends to show their
lack of practical uses for buildings. It won't get on the
top 10 best looking Palaces in the Middle World for sure. But
it will suit its purpose. Unlike some empires where the ruler
is a god they say the Don family tends to just be paranoid to
the point of their cooks have cooks who taste the food for the
other two cooks for poisons. For the Sidh though this land
doesn't really appreciate magic, one can sense magical protections
all around the Palace. But that might explain why no one has
ever been assassinated in the palace for over 400 years or so
they say.
Being at the royal court in Maren, Unali seems more interested
in the palace than most. Mainly as a comparison of the overall
design for security. Who knows she remains quiet.
But now the Rotten Egg looms in front of the party. The poor
district shows in this area. Lower class with maybe 10% middle
class people are in this side of town. The best looking place
around is the local garrison about 4 streets back. It was clean
and upkeep well. But most homes and other businesses here are
run down. Not to the point where gangs might rule the streets
like in Sivas but almost to that point.
The Egg has nearby 6 single story homes who are clearly
worker class people. Few gardens and fresh paint has not
seen the homes in a decade or so. The Egg is a typical
two story tavern. But this does not seem to be a Inn but
a private home for a family upstairs. Most tavern/inns have
that clear sign of windows for rooms but these are closed
off with curtains or shutters.
The Egg is a shade of gray that hasn't seem true gray in
maybe 15 years. It is more a dull gray with blotches of
open stone where paint has peeled off. The sign above the
front door shows a simple egg in not so a pretty condition.
Down the street are shops for leather making, furniture and
a simple general store. They show some activity but those
shops tend to close at night. To the right of the tavern is
a small candle making shop. The store clearly sells candles
out front and a shop in back makes them. There are still
at this hour maybe half a dozen people inside.
The party watches the tavern for some time and see workers
of all types come and go. Most workers are groups of 1-4.
For every 30 or so workers a family may leave or enter. So
the place is a typical neighborhood establishment. The
clients don't seem to be scummy like wharf or warehouse workers
who tend to be rowdy types. These people tend to be simple
labor from ditch diggers, store clerks, farm hands, messengers
and based on one guy's dress a mortician among others.
Entering the tavern the place is full of smells but mostly
what smells like cooking fish. There are maybe 3 dozen groups
at various tables with the largest being a family of 6. There
is at least one City guard in uniform eating alone. He is still
in uniform and wearing his weapons so must be getting off duty.
The man in his 40s looks bored and eating some fish sticks of
some sort. The people seem happy and content with the day
to day of dull life here There are some disgruntled looks
like tired or exhausted young workers but overall the people
seem content. There are 4 waitress gals moving back and
forth. There is one older man at the bar tossing drinks.
Based on the busy door behind the bar that must be the
kitchen.
The place is well lit by overall candles and lanterns. Most
places tend to be smoky or dim to hide people or for the
art of carousing. In the back is a dark stairwell but thee
is a wooden gate blocking the stairs - probably since it is
a family area. There is a moderate sized fireplace with
a roaring fire. A simple stage that might fit 3 people is
in the middle rear of the bar. Unlike many taverns this
place has decent looking tables and chairs with actual table
clothes not just wood tops.
A young man wiping his hands with a white towel stops and
eyes the party. "Your animals will need to stay outside.
We normally don't care for weapons. Aside from Nieves there
he helps watch for trouble. We tend to not allow weapons.
We won't refuse service but you should eat fast, if you keep
your weapons and leave. Trouble seems to come after those
with weapons like bar fights. If you leave your weapons the
box there is where they should go." He then moves on to
take some dishes from a empty table.
Will grunts and nods. He tells the others he'll just eat
outside on the couple of tables there. Just bring him a
nice turkey dinner, steak for the wolf and something for
Squirt. He then heads outside. It is still light out for
now but darkness will be soon.
"Oh...hi. Let's see we have a table over there for you."
A waitress stops and eyes the party. She whispers to the
boy who just spoke to them. "Get the Olaf's hard chair for
the large one." She then guides the group through the place
and seats them. "What would you like to drink first?"
The boy rushes from a rear storage room carrying a hefty
hardened chair that could fit two humans. He places it
next to Raban and grins. Raban knows the routine and nods.
The hardened wood could take probably a horse's weight. The
tavern must have a relative or customer who tends to be
rather large in mass not size.
[Time: 6:53:10 pm - Donara City]
With the group fed and plates cleared they realize they have
another hour before Varange is due. But before folks can
get up and stretch a man gets on the small nearby stage and
plays some violin. The audience seems to approve.
Outside Squirt is asleep as Will watches those who pass in
the fading light. Some stars are starting to appear.
[Time: 7:06:42 pm - Donara City]
Outside Will sits with his wolf and squirt. They had to
eat alone at a small set of tables. But that is fine. Maybe
he'll see Varange first. He begins to jot down sketches of
the Palace. Who knows maybe someone in Sivas will want to
see it - maybe Kaylle. He uses a nearby candle on the table
as light as he listens to the city around him.
[Time: 7:22:11 pm - Donara City]
Fremea has decided to sit at a separate table alone. If she
is to talk to Varange it might be prudent to talk quietly
until she learns his plan. She stares at the fire in the
nearby fire place. Who knows maybe this night will end well.
The man with the violin has finished and was replaced by
a Bard who sings some songs of love and fate. Raban does
not recognize the Bard but is curious about him. To afford
entertainment like this must be costly or maybe the Bard does
like most work cheap if not for free.
The boy they saw who told them about weapons carries a
large box toward the table. He smiles and plops it down
on the table. "I'm told this present is for you guys?
Must be a birthday!" The box is about 4 feet by 3 feet.
"Excuse me." A waitress in her early 20s with vibrant
green eyes looks down at Fremea. She leans in to whisper
so only Fremea can hear. She places a item on the table
in front of Fremea. Fremea immediately recognizes it.
"I'm told that you will need to decide quickly. He said
you would know what to do. You will have 20 seconds to
decide." She then taps the magical coin that is used to
teleport. The same coins that Varange used to go back
and forth. Found in Shimana and elsewhere. Fremea
mentally counts down from 20 as she glances at the others.
If she taps the coin she will probably be sent elsewhere.
She would have to lower her defenses to allow it. But
what if not? Could Varange be with her parents at the
other location? Sure Varange could've killed the party
at least 3 times by now. She realizes he needs her and
would not harm her. Plus there is the Fae Code to never
kill another Fae. Etain has said that code has been in
place for centuries. To him no one has broken it. Maybe
Varange might be scummy but he even has a code of ethics.
Fremea stares at the coin. Could she warn the others?
Could she get another person to join her? Would he
want her alone?
The boy lifts the top of the box and out flies
hundreds of insects. The boy jumps away and claws
at his head to avoid the flying bugs. He begins to yelp
in horror very surprised at this new turn of events.
Eight seconds. Fremea watches Arawn looking at the bugs
and the box but not glancing over here. Six seconds. The
party leaps to their feet to back away just as the box
falls to its side on the table with scorpions and nasty
looking snakes spilling out. Five seconds. Fremea needs
to be here but she can't miss out if her parents are in
a place she can get to.
Four seconds. There! Z'leyra glances over at Fremea as she
makes sure her helmet is secure. Fremea points to the coin
and grabs her bag on the floor. She mouths Varange. Two
seconds. The others in the bar are now screaming as a noise
is heard at the stairs.
Fremea taps the coin and disappears with the coin.
Outside the Wolf begins to growl and stand tall looking at
the shadows. Will glances over and notices a figure in the
shadows moving closer with 5 small animals - no they look like
dogs at his side. The dogs begin to growl.
Raban glances at the Bard who moves from the stage as some
bats seem to fly toward him. He ducks as half a dozen bats
seem to fly around in chaos. The city guard stands a bit
confused and shocked.
From the stairs the small wooden gate shatters into a
thousand pieces. From behind it three large apes storm
into the tavern from that direction. Toward the bar beyond
the kitchen door a few other screams can be heard from a woman.
The party then realizes Fremea is gone either invisible or
hiding. All but Z'leyra that is.
[Time: 7:28:00 pm - Donara City]
Fremea appears in darkness and instinctively falls and rolls
to the side avoiding anything that might be sent against her.
She does a back flip and draws her dagger.
From above and to the right a bit of laughter is heard.
"So dramatic! Sure not taking acting lessons from that
large oaf friend of yours?" Varange says.
Fremea glances up and sees on a ledge sits Varange with
his feet dangling. His left foot is rocking back and forth
as if happy. He raises his hands. "No weapons. I just
needed you here alone from the others. I suspect they will
be a bit busy. Seems the mage guy who was sort of helping
me? Oh yes. He's still alive. That wizard you found in
that burn cable was just a dupe who made the necklaces. Seems
Kotothi shamans can't make items so well."
Fremea scowls. Varange working with Kotothi?
"Wow you look upset. The idiot wanted the pieces and
he had a bit of access I needed. He was ...under the
impression I'd help him. Like I would. I may have my
own agenda but would not lower myself that bad. I just
used him. But I suspect if your friends are good they
will take care of him. If not..." He shrugs. Then
leaps down to join her.
Fremea backs away and then realizes she is in a cave
of some kind. She eyes Varange and he is wearing some
decent looking leathers. His belt sheath is empty but
the tunic is so fluffy he could have something on his
backside belt area.
"Mordara Iron Fields they call this place. Just west
of the city. We aren't far from your pals. The humans
get a great deal of metal and stuff out of these caves.
Back there." He points behind Fremea. "Is a passage
that leads to the main tunnels. But about 100 feet
down is just rock or so the humans see. The Elves were
clever. They made the illusion and a bit of a myth
around these tunnels. Monsters and such. Such nonsense.
But it keeps the miners away from this side area. I
suspect they use magic to steer miners away as well.
Down there." He points behind him. "Is our destination.
The final piece. Where I will need your help."
Varange goes to a wall and grabs a lit lantern then
moves back to his place in front of Fremea. He then
turns and nods down the passage. "Shall we?" He then
starts to walk forward. Fremea could stab him now and
end this whole thing.
Without turning around, "oh...your parents are this way
as well."
Actions? Comments?
Next update...Friday??
GM: A bit shorter than I figured. But it is a good start.
I will do for the party 2 phases each unless you guys
would want 3 or 4. For Fremea I'll do real time as
things move along. So time will be different for
each group.
Now here is the test. I thought about stopping and
seeing who put weapons in the door box. But it would
be another week to get replies. So I figure I'd just
assume some may. So who is honest? Who would leave
their weapons at the box by the door? The table to
box is maybe 50 feet. I suspect some with the bigger
weapons might?
Arawn - Sword
Kell - Spears (does leave them)
Kiet - Javelins?
Z'leyra - Big great sword?
Daggers and smaller things could be hidden. But let's
see who is honest and leaves them. I'll allow
either way. But I didn't want to stop and start
another week.
Map is below. I know some still can't read them. But
I've not found a better QUICKER alternative that everyone
can read. Just view it as a whole it helps. Use the
coordinates if needed. Its really simple graphic than
most think it is. It might be the last one for this
adventure. Maybe in between time I can find some good
alternative.
I still need to work on movement charts and some npcs.
I will probably do that Wednesday. I may run out of time
for a Friday update but if not I'll do one for sure on
Monday.
Fremea's leaving was her idea. I chatted with Tobie on it
in a quick way and got the decision.
GM: Tavern Map -
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Scale = 1 Hex = 10 feet Each Row = 5 feet Each Column = 5 feet
/I\ = North
Legend
/] = Door rr50 (Front), E39 (Back), C50 (Outhouse), F21 (?)
J68 (Kitchen?)
*] - Fireplace X11-X12, Y11-Y12
~~ - Stairs up
, - Windows (only in South front area none elsewhere 1st floor)
# - Bar area (bar table)
* - Chairs (Bar Stools at bar)
: - Shelves of bottles behind bar
x - Weapon Box (rr52) (with shelves on wall)
Stage (Center) O22 raised up 2 feet off floor.
A - Arawn [ee45) R - Raban (dd47)
K - Kell (ff45) U - Unali (ee48)
E - Kiet (gg45) Z - Z'leyra (ff48)
W - Will (tt25) T - Etain (gg48)
w - Wolf (uu22)
d - dogs (5)
? - Unknown person
g - Ape (i25, i26, i27)
P - Patrons/Customers
r - Barkeeper (P66)
B - Bard (P19)
C - City Guard (qq35)
Box of Insects, scorpions, snakes (ff46 player table)
At very least the mapis for my record keeping...
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