[pnpgm] Game Update #52 - File #382 - Death of Innocence
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HT 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
W2R2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma
R4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe
R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
W3R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
--.Fukishtu.NEwsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma
--.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra
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Game Update #52 sequence (file #382)
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[Recap]
From Pyan: [Re: Actions]
I don't believe they have ostriches in The Zen'da Lands which
cover most of the interior of the continent.
"We've made good travel companions, not too talkative or ...
GM: Ack. Its plains so it could have some. There are Iritxu
and Osnada that are close to the ostrich. :) Very pleased
to see you do a big (for you) post! Hope to see more
in the near future if there is a future from this.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
Something wasn't right here. Arawn wracked his brain, ...
OOC: Arawn will scan the area with Mana Sense and Mana Read
in an effort to determine if this entire scene is an illusion
or product of magic.
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Ticasi]
[Decalis 24th, 1634TH]
[Outside South-East Gate]
[Time: 4:06 pm - Middle Earth time]
Something wasn't right here. Arawn wracked his brain,
stretched his senses in an effort to understand what was
going on. Had the group truly been snatched up and tossed into
the Upper Realms? And if they had, what did this event mean on
a greater, cosmic, scale. He hoped a breaching of the Compact
between the gods had not occurred, or was occurring. Or was this
all a trick or some alternate reality or nightmare brought upon
by botched magic. He recalled the avatar's presence and wondered
if some lesson or punishment was being imposed on the group. All
those thoughts and more flashed through his mind for a moment
before he pushed them back with steely resolve. Right now he had
more pressing matters to worry about.
"Time," Arawn replied, his eyes briefly meeting Cizor's
before moving to scan the room. "Time is fleeting but the
measure of it guides men's actions. It brings the dawn after
night. And it's kept in capsules for future generations to gaze
upon but can never be controlled."
Arawn knew the sanctity of the riddle-contest, binding even
gods within its rules, and hoped such would influence the
result of this mad meeting. If his answer was right.
Cizor begins to speak to Pyan again when he hears Arawn.
The Alfar seemed to have spoken more than the three words
he was allowed. He'll have to punish those who failed him
again later. He turns his face toward Arawn. "The first
three words are guesses so Time, Time is. WRONG!"
A green being that looks like a sick elf lifts a triangle
that is like a human musical instrument. With a tiny
hammer she tapes the triangle. Suddenly a loud earth shattering
boom rings through the complex causing dust and pebbles to
fall to the ground.
The giant girl growls and yells at Cizor, "that was
scary! Stop that! It'll make dolly wet his ...nevermind
looks like too late."
Cizor ignores the giant and shakes his head at Arawn.
"Mommy said you had the great intellect. Parental bragging
again I guess. Does that mean Daddy was wrong when he said
your finger length is a good indication of other things?
Probably not. No. The answer is hope. Hope is fleeting.
Man pulls hope around them.."
Just then a scream is heard from the Chief's cell area
where a man slices his two main fingers off with a dusty
knife of some sort. Another man raises a shiv to his
neck and stabs the chief in the neck. The image fades
from view.
"Hope is contained in hope chests for girls or so they
say. Good try. Take him away to the Courtyard of the
Trolls. Maybe they'll just fracture his petrified corpse
or use it for a latrine. Enjoy Arawn it has been fun."
Several large beings that could be oversized dwarves
come and haul Arawn's petrified body away.
Cizor looks back to Pyan but is distracted by Unali
or more likely Umanli's scene covered by the illusion
square. Inside the room she, well now he, is on the
ground being smothered by old ladies as they kiss and
fondle his muscles.
Cizor turns back to Pyan again when a light yelp is
heard from Z'leyra. Cizor looks over and sees a dagger
has pierced her throat and red blood is gushing out
down her body as she spins. Cizor grins, "any healers
in the house?! Anyone?...oh well."
Cizor is about to continue when Pyan steps forward.
Kiet now standing is juggling three snake eggs and hopes
he does not drop one. He feels dropping one would be a very
bad thing to do.
"We've made good travel companions, not too talkative or too
quiet. Once when we were attacked by giant spiders, Z'leyra
shot me with an arrow of fire. She seemed honestly sorry for
it. Other than that they have treated me well. Kiet even
learned my language, to help me communicate with the others.
Lets see, They let me use the mind altering necklace to learn
there language, We traveled, we helped the admiral With some
bandits, Arawn helped one of the bandits that was injured during
questioning by the Admiral. Then there was the hippogriffs, We
fought bravely. Then goblins attacked us. Then the spiders I
already mentioned. Then some more bandits that we just left
dead on the road. Then we arrived at Ticasi and help with the
investigation of Tiren's death. I get the feeling Kiet might be
a skilled tort-erm inquisitor. I haven't known them for very
long but they seem like noble fighters and good companions,
With a few flaws, but nobody is perfect.
Cizor sits back on the throne he likely stole from some
god. "I've heard he is perfect for years and years and
years." Cizor points to the petrified statue of Arawn
being carried out. "Now he'll be perfect for bird droppings
in that courtyard!"
Cizor becomes a bit more serious. "The gods see and hear
too much. If it is not them it is their minions in the
court who report everything like tattle tales. This is why
we have short time here. Looks like 3 of your friends
are dead now." The Chief, Bounty hunter and looks like
Z'leyra now. "So you speak for them and yet do you think
this is a joke?"
"I'll tell you a joke! A man found a priest and asked
for him to pray for his hearing. The priest laid hands
on his ears and prayed. The man thanked him but said
his hearing in court was next week."
The court lightly laughs. When a man in red and white
does not Cizor stares at him. "That was funny and you
did not laugh? We'll flog you later." A advisor steps
forward and whispers to Cizor. Cizor pushes the being
away. "So what if he is dumb and mute he could at least
grin!"
Cizor turns back to Pyan. "This is no joke my hunter
friend. The gods with advice from the Fates have felt
this group has become....too powerful and too annoying.
Many want everyone stopped. Some support them. Some
find them annoying with all the mana the gods deliver
to them for the mundane things. I too it upon myself
to see judgement. I'm sure the fates will agree. Some
gods may not but what is done today...said here today
will be evidence."
"A dagger is only a metal object. But when it is bent and
mishapen it can be more cruel a weapon. Tools are useful but
can be abusive. The future this group seeks is dangerous and
the shape of things to come will be every lasting."
As Arawn leaves the room he completes his scan of the court
and finds that through his senses that this all real and not
illusion.
Cizor steps back and grins, "the fates wanted to
strip you..dip you in blood and toss you in the
Forest to be hunted. But the ball determined your
fate. So want to hear another joke?"
"A woman wanted to cook dinner and include mush rooms. She
went to the river to collect some. Her husband warned it would
be dangerous but she ignored him. Cooking the meal for the
large party she added mushrooms to everything. She said she
would test it on the dog first. She did so but the dog seemed
fine. The party went well and all ate well. But then the
daughter came in crying saying that the dog died. The
people were suddenly sick and called healers to treat them.
Folks threw up everywhere. Then the daughter said that
the wagon didn't even stop when it ran over the dog."
Cizor scans the room to ensure folks are laughing then
turns back to Pyan. "The fates demand at least one more
death. Should she be saved? You should choose another
person to die as one must die." He points to Z'leyra who
is now bleeding out.
Suddenly Kiet drops a egg and the snake in the giant's
arm hisses.
[Time: 4:14 pm - Middle Earth time]
Actions? Comments?
Next Update....Monday...
GM: Will Pyan save the group? Will the food the cook
is making be tasty? Will there be egg salad added?
Will this soap have a nice narrator that sounds
serious and work for peanuts?
Next update is Monday.
Sorry Z'leyra! Bad dice rolls. We'll have to figure
out a new character. Want to play a Dwarf? Assuming
Pyan can't save you by his pretty words?
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