[pnpgm] Game Update #89 - File #609 - Mae's Collar and Rum!
David Sanders
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Tue Nov 8 15:15:36 CET 2016
"Fremea! Before you cast that, I highly recommend you cast Protection first, in case it's designed with defensive wards. Just in case."
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> On Nov 8, 2016, at 1:37 AM, Tobie Bonahoom <bonahoom at hotmail.com> wrote:
>
> Yes, Fremea will dispell the collar.
>
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> HT Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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> FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar .. Ma
> --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
> W3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma
> W2.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
> R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
> ...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma
> R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma
> ...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe
> R3.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
> Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra
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> Game Update #89 sequence (file #609)
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> Admin Notes: Don Kerr added to Roster above.
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> [Recap]
>
> From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
> Z'leyra will use the necklace the next time to learn
> dwarven.
>
> She tells the party about the Kameran:
> "Numbering perhaps 60,000, the Kameran are comprised of...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Maelorna
> Maelorna gratefully feels the tree through her back,...
>
> "Sister?" she asks incredulously, in Marentian, as she ...
> GM: Ack. Good start of role playing. Introspections are fine
> but be careful what you reveal or not reveal. :)
>
> From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
> Kiet says "Ok...so, is it illegal, or against their...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Z'leyra: [Re: Kameran society]
> "Ah right" Z'leyra replies to Kiet "Sorry about that. ...
>
> Re slave girl:
> Z'leyra approaches and says "Hello, I am Z'leyra. We do...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Dorhak: [Re: Magic Mace]
> "Auch! You cheeky little..no dwarf would even.." He ...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Unali: [Re: Actions]
> Unali in Marentian to the new girl:
> "Morning. I am Unali. "...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Mae: [Re: Actions]
> Maelorna takes a calming breath and wills her fingers...
>
> "I... I am Maelorna." she offers hesitantly. "and I...
> GM: Ack. I may just call you Mae if don't mind. First I'm
> lazy and second a bad speller. :)
>
> From Kell: [Re: Actions]
> The tall near-sidh sits back and lets everyone else handle the
> main chores. Finding a new person, one that was a slave. Or is
> and is now running away. Either way, she needs to be free.
> Looking around and inspecting the area to make sure we are all
> safe, doing a quick circuit as fast as his horse can run.
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Kell: [Re: Actions]
> Ha'Kell rides over to Maelorna, after scouting around...
>
> He looks are her intently, even reaching down to inspect the
>
> collar. His face gets even redder... "We mean you no harm, ...
>
> Even after that he will cast Detection [Max EL] on it, for
> any kind of magic or traps to the one enslaved by the collar.
>
> Assuming there are no traps on the collar or magic issues,
> he inspects it further to remove it.
>
> If there is no obvious way, he considers the options for a
> moment. If there is no way for the group to remove it, no
> way to cut it or unlock it then Kell will begin his
> summoning. A gnome should be able to use a pair of cutters
> and remove it in one swift cut.
> GM: Ack. Detection is for one thing so will assume it is for
> Magic. Traps is a bit generic. Mechanical or magic traps?
> May need to clarify. :)
>
> From Mae: [Re: Actions]
> Maelorna still remembered the patron who had given her...
>
> “Th.. that is comforting?†she offers as he talks...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
> Fremea stares at the collar (she is mana sensing, the ...
>
> Speaking in Marentian, "I believe we can remove that and ...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
> Dorhak says, almost to himself "I don't even know..
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Mae: [Re: Actions]
> Maelorna looks at the fae and smiles hopefully, "I...
> GM Ack.
>
> From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
> Fremea looks at the short bearded man? and quietly says,
> "Those things belong to her. You will give them over as ...
> GM: Ack.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> [New Stuff]
>
> [Janaq 27th, 1635TH]
> [Zen'da Western Plains]
>
> [Time: 8:20 pm]
>
> Kell asks Dorhak about a possible magical mace.
>
> "Auch! You cheeky little..no dwarf would even.." He waits
> a bit. "Auch! You're yankin' mah beard, man! No self
> respecting dwarf would allow cutting his, or her, beard without
> blood being spilled."
>
> "A free magic mace...? Are ye daft man? Nothing is for
> free. What do you want?"
>
> Lucria looks up puzzled, "excuse me. Can someone translate
> this so he understands. He asked females have beards? Is
> this...normal?'
>
> "Back in Ba'Ru, there was a set of house full of dwarves
> and all they did was grow and sell beard hair...," smiling
> and laughing Dorhak. "Free. No money. Someday I may
> ask for a favor or two or three. That is enough for me."
>
> "Besides someday I may request your beard shavings. There
> is nothing so warm as a crocheted sweater from dwarf beard
> hair. No. Don't ask me about it." grinning madly at the
> thought.
>
> Dorhak looks at the 'funny' human. It doesn't make any
> sense. Giving that kind of gift?
>
> "Such, I dunno what ah can do for yah, mon. I'm not sure I
> can turn you down, but I'm not sure I want to be in debt
> either." Dorhak replies.
>
> "Well then. How about this. When we get the chance, you
> introduce me to some of your other kin that may be able to
> supply that excellent dwarven dark ale. And the even more
> special dwarved golded ale. How is that for a bargain?"
>
>
> --------
>
> [Febris 1st, 1635TH]
> [Zen'da Western Plains]
>
> [Time: 7:15 pm]
>
> The River Barge bobs up and down on the river among the
> forest anchored in place. Captain Drax has done this route
> every couple years. He knows every other year there is a
> small chance the river will meet streams connecting to the
> Zen'da river to the east and south. It is a gamble. But
> with the furs, pelts and metals for trade he hopes to get
> some trading with the Zen'da and maybe travel south to more
> civilized areas.
>
> His last crewman had died from disease months ago. With
> luck he found another man to help on the barge Then it
> was nice to gain 3 passengers who could pay. The first two
> a couple of barbarian hunters he could not understand. But
> he could understand the gems they offered. The fools handed
> over the entire bag of their gems.
>
> Then while on shore trading with a tribe hundreds of miles
> to the west he saw her. The red haired emerald eyed girl.
> He just had to have her. She had walked out of the woods as
> if some ghost. Captain Drax only understood a few words of
> Marentia but enough to grin as she wanted help going east.
> She would not speak much or do much. She could not offer
> much in return but Drax had plans for that.
>
> That was a couple weeks ago. It was indeed time to leave
> that tribe as trouble would soon follow. While hiking in
> the hills looking for possible mining sites he scouts for,
> he encountered a lone tribal woman in her 30s. She was
> collecting berries. Drax decided he needed her as well
> as he hadn't had a woman in months. But a simple ambush
> and a nice knife was enough to drag her into the bushes.
> But Drax was disappointed by the woman who had obviously
> had kids and was used up. So on the walk back she 'slipped'
> on some rocks and fell down a ravine. He would go find her
> and check on her and she was alive. But if she told he might
> not be able to trade here again. So a simple correction to
> that fall - a neck broken - and it was all cleaned up.
>
> Then this girl showed up out of the blue. Surely she wasn't
> used up. He offers passage for free and knows he will collect
> soon enough.
>
> Drax tried to get along with the other sailor a man who likes
> to wonder the world. But Drax is too distracted by the girl.
> She would always flirt but looking or bend down looking in the
> water and displaying her rear to the others. Drax even pinched
> that nice rear and she didn't react. A good sign for him.
>
> Now weeks later the barge which is only 60 feet long and 40
> feet wide hovers in the water for the night. Normally at
> night the barge anchors and the crew will go ashore and collect
> food or water if possible. The cold journey is harsh this winter
> when no fire is allowed on the barge so the cold wind is ice
> into the veins of the passengers.
>
> Captain Drax had hears strange noises in the north Kameran
> forest and decided no shore party this time. The barge itself
> is a simple one deck boat with a simple small sail and rudder
> in the back but not seaworthy. In the rear part are crates and
> barrels of water and salted meats from hunts. The crates are
> full of various trade items. The crates lined up in a reverse
> U where the open is back of the ship is where Drax's personal
> tent is. He allows the girl inside for the last few days
>
> The others use simple sleeping mats and blankets for a
> sleep area on the open deck. Tonight there is a single
> oil lantern on one crate lighting up 40% of the barge but
> it is still dark.
>
> But below the surface the clan of Asrai lurk and swim about.
> They dislike boats on this section of the river. They decide
> to set an example. One of them cuts the two ropes that lead
> to the stone anchor. The barge begins to float upstream to
> the east.
>
> The Asrai wait up river where they made unnatural rapids with
> rocks and stones. A place to sink such boats. Captain Drax
> is still awake drinking the last of his ale. The other 3 men
> are asleep he assumes as they are quiet. But Drax decides tonight
> is the night. He quietly moves to his tent.
>
> Drax feels the boat move but being drunk figures it is his
> imagination. He draws his knife and enters the tent where
> the girl is probably resting. He creeps up on her and reaches
> to place a hand over her mouth when suddenly something rocks
> the boat.
>
> Then another blam and another. Mae sits up and stares at
> the old man in his 40s and draws her dagger. But the boat
> lurches to the side. Captain Drax curses and exits the tent
> and stares as trees move by in the darkness. He rushes to
> the anchor and stumbles in his drunken state but finds no
> anchor. He yells for the other sailor to wake up.
>
> But suddenly lightning brightens the skies as a storm
> breaks. Wind and rain come suddenly and the captain rushes
> to the front to see where they are going using the lantern.
>
> As the other sailor tries to control the rudder and grab
> for the poles to steer the ship lightning hits a tree
> nearby causing Drax to drop the lantern. Darkness descends
> on the boat as the storm rages on.
>
> As the rocks hit the boat they begin to batter and hammer the
> wood hull. Drax orders the boat to shore even to beach it
> but the winds do not help with steering. Then one large boulder
> hits the underside and a crack is heard even above the boom
> of the thunder.
>
> Water begins to seep onto the deck from blow cracks from the
> thin hull. The two barbarian hunters try to figure out what
> is going on but they can't swim. In the darkness a Asrai
> slices one of the men's leg and he falls to the water and is
> dragged under. The other is attacked by 2 Asrai who pull
> him over the side and into the water.
>
> Captain Drax realizes the boat is sinking but unaware of
> the lost 2 passengers due to noise of the storm He
> tells his sailor to go ashore He goes to the girl and
> drags her to the side but she goes back to get her gear
> and crossbow. Mae has no experience swimming so decides
> to hang onto the back of the captain as they move toward
> the shore some 20 feet away.
>
> As they near the shore Mae can feel something touch her
> legs but unsure if its weeds or fish? As Mae climbs onto the
> beach she hears Drax yelp as if something hits him. But
> Mae crawls through the weeds and bush away from the crazy
> water. She reaches a clump of bushes and huddles under the
> tree against the cold damp rain. Some of her gear may be
> strewn about but at this point she needs to be warm and
> away from the water.
>
> The storm rages for a half hour or so as it seems. Finally
> it begins to stop and Mae listens out. Where are the others?
> It is dark as a witch's heart. Then she hears movement and
> grunts sounding like Drax. But she can't tell from what
> direction. The drunk captain must be crawling or stumbling
> about. She cares nothing for that sick man so does not
> go to find him.
>
> Later she hears groans but think its is the Captain wounded.
> Then she hears large movement in the woods. Then a growl.
> Then a male's scream. A noise like a animal seems to growl
> and then Mae hears a loud snap like a rib breaking and
> then more screams. Soon the screams end and Mae sits huddled
> in the bushes.
>
> Adrenaline and exhaustion soon overwhelms Mae and she falls
> asleep.
>
>
> --------
>
> [Febris 2nd, 1635TH]
> [Zen'da Western Plains]
>
> [Time: 7:15 am]
>
> Fuk urges Z'leyra to discuss the Kameran society after
> 3 weeks of travel without a word about it.
>
> Z'leyra tells the party about the Kameran. "Numbering
> perhaps 60,000, the Kameran are comprised of the Alesi and
> Kameri tribes. While one out of five may be warriors, only 400
> comprise the elite of the warrior Ancient Moss Society. All
> respect them. Near the head of the river is The Ancient Moss
> Fortress, do not expect to be invited into it and DO NOT try
> to sneak into it. Note that there are parts of the fortress
> that only the Kameran women may go to and only some of them.
>
> The Kameran has much wildlife and hunting is part of our
> life. We also do mining and we have many fine weaponsmiths.
> the men worship Ashur and Vagagn. The women keep their worship
> secret. Minor crimes are dealt with as best can be by the
> victim, the victim's family and friends, sometimes feuds result.
> Major crimes are dealt with by the women's societies, often the
> punishment will be a curse, or for females, ostracism. Generally
> those of the Kameran like fine craftsmanship, celebrations and
> challenges, both mental and physical. Visitors are welcome for
> only a month unless a high status member of one of the societies
> extends an invitation to stay longer."
>
> Constable Fuk looks puzzles as they ride toward the forest
> border. "So you say...we...our. I thought you left this land
> some what 3 years ago? You consider this still your land
> even though they pretty much kicked you and your faather away?"
>
> Lucria nods on the confused part of the speech. "I was under
> the impression the land was closed to outsiders? This seems to
> conflict with what we know."
>
> Kiet says, "Ok...so, is it illegal, or against their
> traditions, for men to use magic? I'm concerned we might cause,
> um, a riot. Or violate their taboos."
>
> "I, for one, hope to avoid any casting whatsoever."
>
> "Ah right," Z'leyra replies to Kiet. "Sorry about that. I was
> brought up by a family with a female shaman and a non-magic
> using father. I am not truly sure of the LAW. I do know that
> Kameri males do not get to use magic. I suspect that magic
> use by visiting males would be at least frowned upon. Certainly
> so if done publicly."
>
>
> --------
>
> [Febris 3rd, 1635TH]
> [Zen'da North Border]
>
> [Time: 8:36 am]
>
> The party moves toward the new girl and almost surround
> her to get a good look at this newcomer.
>
> Maelorna gratefully feels the tree through her back, as she
> tries to shake the shock of fear out of her mind. It's hard to
> miss the large man looming over, threatening or curious, she has
> little to go on, her grip tightens on the hilt of the dagger, as
> she tilts her head to the side, one eye hidden behind her bangs,
> her eyes show a range of emotions, from calculation to
> hesitation. "Sister?" she asks incredulously, in Marentian, as
> she flicks her gaze about to quickly try and see all who have
> arrived, lingering however on the on the large man spoke to. Her
> eyes narrow as she spots the whip, as unbidden thoughts of such
> punishment come to mind and she quells it as best she can.
> "Di,..did Gniled hire you?" she asks hesitantly in Marentian,
> trying to hide the dread in her voice. If this were just a
> single hunter, she might take her chances with a quick fight,
> but if Gniled hired all of these, she knew flight wasn't even
> possible as she was certain with this many, she couldn't outrun
> them.
>
> She could feel the scrutiny from those getting closer, but
> the one who first startled her was glaring at her, 'Did she
> know either the captain or his crew?' she tried to ignore the
> voice in her head. Maelorna chose to err on the side of caution
> and lowered her gaze demurely. She fights the urge to jump as
> one of them kneels down in front of her, obviously ignoring the
> dagger in her hands, which either he considered her little to no
> threat at all or didn't mean to harm her. She self-consciously
> tries to pull the cloth of her winter cloak closer together, if
> only to hide her collar, but fears they already spotted it,
> considering the glare she was getting from the one female.
>
> 'Come on Mae, if they find them, you have to explain, think
> of something quick, even if you can't remember what happened'
> she ignores the voice for now and immediately spots when the
> dwarf picks up her pack. She scrambles to stand up, grateful
> for the tree helping her to maintain her balance, glaring for
> a moment as her ruck sack is picked up, but more alarmingly
> her crossbow!
>
> With a well practiced tone, she calls over to the dwarf and
> gives a warm inviting smile, "I can promise you, I have no
> monies or valuables in my pack, just the tools of my." as she
> hesitates, loathe to call Gniled anything, "owner, allowed."
> she looks at the dwarf, hoping her eyes don't reflect the worry
> she felt as if they chose to rob her, she would have little
> recourse. "As for the crossbow, it was a gift, from a patron
> that found my talents much to his liking" she smiles wistfully
> and puts her hand up to her lips. The shout nearby stops her
> as she turns to look.
>
> Z'leyra approaches and says. "Hello, I am Z'leyra. We do not
> plan to hurt you. Do you understand me?" First in Kameran, then
> Marentian then Zen'da and thru other human languages till she
> gets an understandable response.
>
> Unali approaches and notices the very attractive girl. Then
> she hears her speak a few words. A distinct eastern dialect
> of Marentian. She hasn't heard that style since work with Duke
> Aren.
>
> "Morning. I am Unali. " She will pause to see if the others
> introduce themselves as well. After that she starts a
> conversation with the girl.
>
> "Who might you be that you have ended up in this wild lands
> all by yourself. By your speech I would have placed you a long
> journey to the south and not in these cold lands."
>
> Z'leyra stands hearing Pyan yell about a found body. The
> healer has checked on the girl and she seems fit. But
> she may be needed for this new person. Arawn also heads
> to Pyan's voice to investigate.
>
> "Watch out or you might impress these boys with your skills.
> But given how dangerous these lands can be, I would be more
> interested to know if you can handle that fancy bow of yours
> equally well."
>
> Lucria continues to stare at the very cute girl. He
> hears distantly the words of Unali. Skills? What does
> she see in her in just a few seconds? Lucria then moves his
> eyes up and down the girl. Trying to assess her skills. With
> a dagger and a fancy bow? Could she be a slave bodyguard?
>
> Mae notices another man on his horse doing a wide arc around
> the group, even moving along the rocky shore. This makes her
> a bit nervous for some reason.
>
> Maelorna takes a calming breath and wills her fingers to
> loosen upon the hilt of the dagger, before she manages to slip
> it carefully into it's sheath. She regards Z'leyra as the woman
> speaks in Marentian, "I... I am Maelorna." she offers
> hesitantly. "and I understand, you have me at a disadvantage.
> If Gniled has sent you, please, just move on, I don't have any
> valuables, but I can offer my skills companionship for a length
> of time?" she tries to keep the sound of desperation from her
> voice.
>
> Z'leyra turns over her shoulder and nods to the girl who
> introduces herself as she moves to find Pyan.
>
> As Unali offers her name, Maelorna's smile fades, "Well,
> before this, " as she indicates the parts of a wreckage, "The
> captain of the ship was kind enough to allow me passage. As for
> where I was heading, it didn't matter, as long as I was able to
> get far enough away." she offers and then looking back at the
> dwarf, "As for the crossbow, I am adept at it, he insured I
> knew it's use after giving it to me as payment for the time I
> was orde.. " as she pauses and looks away, "He gave it to me,
> as a gift, even if." as she sighs.
>
> Fuk's glare softens and he understands now. He still has many
> questions but there is plenty of time later. He grabs Lucria
> by the shoulder. Then slaps him on the back of the head to
> force him out of his daze staring at the girl. "Let's go
> find this body."
>
> Lucria grunts at the pain, "nah. I'll stay here and help
> her. That bow looks heavy she may need help carrying it."
> he starts to move toward Dorhak.
>
> Ha'Kell rides over to Maelorna, after scouting around and
> checking for anyone nearby. He dismounts, his very handsome and
> striking face red. She can't tell if it's anger at her or
> frustration or just a fierce-ness. Those in the group can tell
> Kell is upset.
>
> Kell looks at her intently, even reaching down to inspect
> the collar. His face gets even redder... "We mean you no harm,
> very probably we mean you something that are very good. I'm
> Ha'Kell. A trader of some or none renown. We need to get
> this collar off of you. Now. Never again will you wear one..."
> He then asks everyone, "How can we get this collar off?
> Now!!"
>
> "Hold still," the half-elf's voice brooks no argument. He
> pauses inspects the collar with his Mana Sensing.
>
> Mae steps back and places her hand back on the dagger. Her
> chest begins to ache and her heart pounds. These people are
> mad! Don't they know?
>
> Kell tries to get a good glimpse of the collar. But the
> winter coat seems to block it. But those who can sense magic
> detect it clearly. The silver collar glows a pale gray
> white of magic inlaid. Kell frowns at the magic and wonders
> what kind of magic.
>
> Maelorna still remembered the patron who had given her the
> crossbow and paused for a moment reflecting upon him, before
> she realized a rider with a horse stopping close enough to
> touch her. She holds her breath as she can see the handsome
> individual scrutinizing her as he looks angrily at her and
> reaches down to inspect the collar.
>
> She can feel her heart beating heavily in her chest as he
> brushes his fingers against the collar to examine it, 'Ha'Kell
> he names himself, but of what renown she is uncertain,
> considering she was further away from the city or wastelands
> for that matter' she asks herself.
>
> "Th.. that is comforting?" she offers as he talks about
> the collar and she blanches, "œn.. No, m.. " as she sighs,
> "owner, sealed it on himself, I.. I've tried to remove it
> before, I have some magics, what he put on it, I can't remove
> or dispel." as she gives him a wistful smile, "While I can
> unlock any man's ardor with pleasure or even the ones that
> like pain, sadly, the collar isn't a man and it resists any
> tool I've tried upon it, from pick to sheers and each attempt
> is painful as whatever he put on it burns."
>
> Fremea circles around the girl and sees the magic indeed.
> A powerful warded item. Anger builds inside her knowing how
> the girl feels. She saw such collars in Donara on her own
> kind but those were simple magic, easy to remove. She
> can sense this is powerful. Then she hears the girl say
> something new about her. She knows magic as well?
>
> Kell draws back his fingers and considers his options Can
> he dispel such a spell on the collar?
>
> Fremea stares at the collar (she is mana sensing, the collar
> and the woman). Once she knows what she is looking at, she
> realizes most of the men are circling her, maybe they are just
> worried about her, but she does seem to be casting the
> flirtatiousness towards some of them too.
>
> Speaking in Marentian, "I believe we can remove that and
> then you can run further. Yet, from all that I have learned
> about these lands, I would suggest you stay with us." Her
> expression changes to some anger, "No one should ever be a
> slave to someone else!"
>
> She will see about what is needed to do to remove the
> collar, getting Arawn to help in doing so. But Arawn and
> Z'leyra are off some distance away.
>
> From the right Dorhak looks at the fancy repeating crossbow.
> A very nice and expensive item. But probably sneeze and
> it breaks.
>
> Dorhak says, almost to himself "I don't even know what's
> going on. I can barely understand her."
>
> "I'm sure not going to just hand over this...this contraption."
> holding the odd crossbow
>
> The dwarf listens as they talk about that shiny collar in
> some fashion understanding a few words. Something about
> magic and removing it or did Kell say he wanted to wear it?
> Maybe he needs to refigure those last words.
>
> Maelorna looks at the fae and smiles hopefully, "I would
> keep running, but you're right, I do not even know what land
> I'm in, the Captain had just said he would happily get me to
> another city or town. If your group would accept me, I'll
> happily stay with you. I already know my chances on my own,
> in a city, I would just run, but here, I'm as good as dead.
> If your able to remove the collar, then I'm indebted and would
> work until the debt is repaid."
>
> Mae hears the dwarf mumble but doesn't understand him.
>
> She hears the dwarf and looks over to see him still holding
> the crossbow. She looks at Fremea, "If he is intent on keeping
> my crossbow, he'll need the clips for it, in the lower right
> pocket of the pack, there are 2 clips, the bolts are inside
> the pack, with the tools and clothes I wore when so ordered. I
> just ask to be allowed to keep my dagger?" she asks hopefully,
> "While my talents for magic pale in comparison to my owne-" as
> she stops herself, "to him. I did learn, though the other
> skills I have he failed to truly take into account, else I
> wouldn't be here."
>
> Fuk smiles and looks at the Dwarf. "Dorhak. Hand over the
> gear." He speaks slowly so he understands the words.
>
> Fremea looks at the short bearded man? and quietly says,
> "Those things belong to her. You will give them over as we
> will need to have everyone in fighting condition." (If he
> doesn't understand her words, she will use shorter phrasing,
> "Give now, not yours."
>
> Dorhak grunts and tosses the sack to the ground. He starts
> to drop the crossbow when the girl seems to get upset and
> he realizes this is a fine weapon so leans down and gently
> places it on the ground. He begins to mumble to himself and
> wander about curious to see if any other items in the area
> he can find.
>
> [Time: 8:41 am]
>
> Arawn and Z'leyra reach the area where Pyan yelled They
> both see Pyan over a body in the bushes. The two healers
> rush to see if they can help. But in seconds they notice
> the man in his 40s is ripped open. Pyan looks to the man's
> groin and it is ripped off entirely. Some of his ribs and
> mostly his stomach torn open. Looks like he has been half
> eaten. There is little hope for the man.
>
> Arawn does a quick prayer for the man as they inspect the
> wounds. Pyan comments that it has to be bear wounds. The
> cuts are too deep. Plus a half print in the mud he points
> to seems to indicate a bear. He also finds a bit of black
> fur on a bush. Blood and entrails lead away to the north
> west.
>
> The body which seems to have been dragged from the shore
> some 95 feet away is now about 80 from the slave girl.
>
> Pyan tenses and whispers that they are not alone. He
> whispers as best he can in broken Marentia that to distract
> the scene and he'll go check. Z'leyra seems to understand
> and begins to comment out loud on the wounds. Pyan slinks into
> the woods in the north.
>
> Arawn steps up as if going back to the girl and moves into
> the trees to the south.
>
> Back near Mae it is now just Lucria, Kiet, Kell, Unali and
> Fremea. Fuk has moved on to help Z'leyra and Dorhak has
> gone to search.
>
> Kell listens intently, and is examing the collar. He uses
> mana >sensing and then multiple detection spells if it is safe.
> He doesn't >want to set off any traps.
>
> "Fremea and Kiet, what do you sense on this collar?"
>
> Fremea reaches for the collar and this seem to put Mae
> at ease more than the handsome man. Fremea reaches out her
> own senses and reads the collar. She lowers her hand
> and frowns. She explains the collar has Chaotic magic
> on it. There is one spell on it of moderate level. It does
> seem to be a spell of pain of some sort. This confirms what
> Mae said between the lines. She looks to the others and
> explains it seem to above apprentice level magic.
>
> Lucria listens and becomes worried. "You can't help this
> poor girl? Can't you do that stop or end or erase magic
> thing on the collar thing? That druid fellow did that
> with Unali's curse right?"
>
> Kiet and Kell consider their options but know going against
> Chaos magic might be harder for them. But Fremea can read
> their faces. She can certainly try and might have a 50-60%
> chance of erasing the magic and the same for removing the
> spell in it. She glances up at Z'leyra. The 2 healers could
> certainly get rid of it but a fellow ex slave helping out
> would do more for Mae's morale?
>
> [Time: 8:44 am]
>
> Pyan follows the trail of bent limbs and tries to find the
> thing he saw for only a glimpse.
>
> But Arawn is faster with going invisible by his very nature
> in the woods. For a few minutes it takes him time to search
> and then he spots it. A figure crouched in the bushes
> some distance away.
>
> As Arawn closes in he sees it as a human male. But when
> Pyan approaches from the other side and holds his bow in hand.
>
> Arawn watches as the startled man stands and draws a spear up
> and points at Pyan. But Arawn can read him as confused and
> a bit dazed. If he was Kameran he'd be more confident it would
> seem.
>
> Standing at 6' 3" with a stocky build. The man's dark hair
> is kept to the current fashions, close on the sides, long to
> the front with a braided rear. His beard and mustache are
> close cropped and an amused gleam appears on his contenace
> more oft than not. His skin is deep-tanned from hours spent
> in the open beneath the open skies. Pale green eyes invite
> discourse and show and inquisitive nature.
>
> [Time: 8:47 am]
>
> Dorhak walks the shore line east of the slave girl and
> her fancy gear. He spots pieces of wood, broken crates,
> a wet blanket, some thing ripped cloth with bindings that
> may be a sail, a flask, a broken lantern in the water..wait
> a flask? Dorhak rushes back and lifts it up. He opens
> it and sniffs. By the great Rune Masters of Kalath! It
> is rum! Dorhak grasps the flask to his chest and looks around.
> No one saw. He shakes the flask. It is only a few sips but
> it smell so good! Should he share?
>
> Actions? Comments?
>
> Next Update..Monday??
>
> GM: Wow Guys 700 lines a big update since last one. You guys
> did a lot of role playing. Believe it or not this was not
> ALL. There were tons of emails back and forth in private
> talks. Some I did not even include here or it'd be another
> 300-500 lines. But I think at this point we can stop though
> most of above was recap old stuff.
>
> I HAVE to (mandatory) do these benefits project and only
> have 1 week. So I can't quarantee a Friday Update.
> But I'll try Monday. The amazon project is vital as well
> since I'm down to my last 60 pages on my last book. :)
> Boredom for a GM sitting at work with no books means same
> GM can come up with very NASTY things for characters. :)
>
> There was a heck load of emails back and forth in private
> talks. Some like with David/Tobie I did not include here.
> I've not seen this many private email stuff in years. :)
> But again unless stated as it being 'private' it will be
> assumed public and posted here for story purposes.
>
> GM: Arawn is now NPC so will be doing minimal stuff.
>
> Fremea - Want to try to dispel the collar binding magic
> and then the spell?
>
> Kell/Kiet - You guys can try to dispel but it would be
> harder if not trained in Chaos area.
>
> Pyan - Your chance to be diplomat! Do you kill this guy
> or say something? :) Keep in mind he is a new player
> so killing a pc might be bad for that guy.
> Mae - You can describe what collar does if it helps.
>
> GM: Since we have 2 new players (3rd on his way) I'll remind
> folks of posting styles. I use date/time stamps to
> show difference in the time. A lot of things go back in
> terms of say actions or conversations. This allows those
> old talks to continue as we move in the present. Some like
> Arawn (and sometimes Kiet/Kell) will use time stamps to
> let me know where this entire post context goes. This
> helps a lot. Otherwise I have to guess was this Feb 2 or
> Jan 28th? That sort of thing. I assume unless stated
> otherwise all posts are in current date (last date).
>
> I allow Retro actions so if you want to continue a talk sure
> go ahead from the other day. Some actions like "oh well
> I bring my sword into this tavern as the bar fight starts"
> well those won't be done. That action would affect the
> present fight. So would have to prepare by bringing in said
> sword. :)
>
> GM: Perm Magic Failure: Last update I mentioned Kell's spells.
> With a failure. Failures for some spells ruins what you
> are making. But due to the Dedicated spell I was a bit
> confused on it as it was years since I used it. So I
> had to redo the entire set of spells, text and math
> 3 times. I may have left the failure from round 2 in by
> mistake. But in fact when did the 3rd set there was no
> failure. It was a big difference of about 90 MEP in the
> terms of changes by the 3rd round. But I was so
> frustrated with it I just never rewrote that section.
>
> GM: Final Leg estimated:
> Feb 3 -- River/Crossing [Current]
> Forest 10 Miles
> Camp in Forest
> Feb 4 -- Forest 15 Miles
> Hills ~25 miles
>
>
>
>
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