[pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 155, Issue 25
Gilbert Isla
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Thu Feb 23 04:31:08 CET 2017
[Mournath's player] Sorry for not posting folks. Been extremely ill and
hospitalized for a bit. Still not great.
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> ` Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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> FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Al.. Ma
> ...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....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
> ...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe
> ...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma
> R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
> R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
> R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma
> R3.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
> Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra
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> Game Update #110 sequence (file #784)
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> Admin Notes: None.
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> [Recap]
>
> From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
> Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red. In...
>
> If no immediate danger, he will at least examine the stone
> work. He should be able to see well in here...I hope...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Unali: [Re: Actions]
> Unali checks herself out from slamming into so many things,...
>
> By that time things have escalted with Fuk an Z's sister.
> Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first.
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Kiet: [Re: actions]
> Kiet has hit hard but thankfully recovers quickly from the...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
> ? ? "Hold on!" Z'leyra barks. "What do you mean, the Moss...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
> The "Hold on!" was in Marentian, The rest in Kameri.
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
> Fremea shakes her head a lot more than normal, this time...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Mae: [Re: Actions]
> Maelorna groans and claws her way back up from...
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
> Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to...
>
> "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them,"...
>
> [OOC: If it appears that they might be on death's doorstep
> and there's no time for someone else to step in and heal them,
> then Arawn will cast Healing Mist to stabilize them and begin
> healing. Otherwise, if they're not in immediate danger, he'll
> resort to mundane healing to keep them stable until Z'leyra or
> another competent healer can see to them.]
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
> "And, Z'leyra, you might want to ask what year it is," ...
>
> (is this a different
> sister than Z'layha, the twin?)
> GM: Ack. Opps. You are correct. Z'layha is twin. Z'lena
> is other sister. Stupid dwarves can't keep track of
> these details.
>
> From Unali: [Re: Actions]
> When Arawn asks for assistance with the injured, Unali steps
> over. Not trained in healing, she will take instructions from
> Arawn when given and help out where she can.
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
> Kiet will trying to help Kell.
> GM: Ack.
>
> From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
> Z'leyra spends a couple moments translating what people said.
> She also asks "Sister, could you please sit down with no...
>
> (is this a different
> sister than Z'layha, the twin?)
> GM: Ack.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> [New Stuff]
>
> [Febris 9th, 1635TH]
> [Kameran Lands - Sharendan Village]
>
> [Time: 4:49 pm]
> [Ancient Moss Fortress]
>
> Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red. In
> both a foul mood and foul taste in his mouth, he's not in any
> mood to be gentle. He unceremoniously shoves the strange human
> girl off him, and doesn't even beg her pardon. While he finds
> her hair curious, she is most certainly not his type. He
> prefers his women to have at least some silky fuzz on their
> face.
>
> As soon as he gets off the floor, he readies his shield and
> pulls out his mace, looking around ready to defend himself. But
> he finds his mace in the dirt so he moves to fetch it.
>
> Dorhak glances around and then spots the alter. Another
> fine piece of stonework. But this time it seems to be
> nothing fancy like the statue. This one thing looks like
> a tale or alter. He notices the runes and approaches to
> examine it further.
>
> Unali goes flying toward Kiet who grabs her. But she is
> unsure if a boot hit his head or maybe it was a knee.
>
> Unali checks herself out from slamming into so many things,
> last of all Kiet. If it seems she is OK and everything is in
> place (daggers included), she will untangle herself from Kiet
> and stand up. A brief stroke along his check, 'Thanks for
> picking me out of the air.' and she will extend a hand to help
> Kiet up as well.
>
> By that time things have escalated with Fuk and Z's sister.
> Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first. By
> that time things have escalated with Fuk an Z's sister. Unali
> takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first.
>
> Kiet has hit hard but thankfully recovers quickly from the
> fall and whatever weird transition just occurred. He gained
> back his senses just in time to realize Unali is literally
> flying off the walls, well, almost anyway. Reacting without
> time to think, Kiet reached up to grab her to keep her from
> hurting herself on the wall, though, considering who we are
> talking about, it might have been better to worry about the
> wall!
>
> Kiet held on and at least slowed her down but gets dragged
> along himself. Bouncing off a hard stone wall isn't fun at any
> speed, but at least it didn't hurt. Much. Kiet felt lucky
> with his armor and helmet absent.
>
> Back to the present, Kiet hangs on tight to Unali to keep her
> from flying in random directions. She still seems somewhat
> dazed, so he hopes to keep her still. While he does, he tries
> to comfort her as best he can. He tells her, in Katai, over
> and over "Meiguanxi! Meiguanxi!"...it's ok...it's ok.
>
> Kiet doesn't mind doing this. While she is rather pretty,
> though in a deadly sort of way, she's also a good head taller
> than Kiet. Hopefully, without his armor, she won't notice
> exactly how much he doesn't mind! Embarrassing... and maybe
> fatal!
>
> Then she strokes his cheek. This causes a shiver to go
> down Kiet's spine. By reflex he smiles. Then he recalls
> this is the second time of such embrace. In the flying
> castle she landed on him in the navigation room.
>
> Then Kiet notices that his friend Kell is in trouble and
> Mournath digging to help him. Kiet wants to go help! But he
> can't while Unali needs help too. As soon as it's safe to
> release her, Kiet tries to gently roll her off of himself,
> and head over to help Mournath.
>
> "Hold on!" Z'leyra barks. "What do you mean, the Moss
> Fortress? The quake dropped us thru the ground just outside
> Kam village. We are days of travel from the fortress...unless
> magic brought us to the fortress."
>
> "Z'layha, have you ever been in Ticasi? We need to know."
>
> Fremea shakes her head a lot more than normal, this time not
> in the sense of not understanding, but to clear the noise and
> lights out of it. After catching herself and figuring out that
> this a ceiling, instead of open sky or being buried alive, she
> assesses her body, finds nothing wrong about her, then quickly
> checks her stuff, especially her bags.
>
> Once Fremea finds herself intact and her things not missing,
> she
> pulls her daggers and scans the room.
>
> After seeing the large table and the sidh symbols, she scans
> it with her mana sensing. Then the person, Z's sister walks in,
> she readies herself to fight if something else happens.
>
> As Fremea glanced at the alter she can tell it is of great
> magic. But the room itself seems bland and not without
> magic. Even the door the woman appeared. But Z'leyra's
> sister is showing signs of magical talent.
>
> Maelorna groans and claws her way back up from
> unconsciousness,
> "I swear, if I woke up in another lock up, honestly it's not
> like he needed that ring." she manages to mumble while she
> attempts to extract herself from the dust. Then with hearing
> the groans that match her own, the recent memories of what
> happened hit her.
>
> She looks about sees Lucria crawling towards her. She sits
> back on her haunches, not caring if her clothing has shredded
> from various rocks. "Well, at least it's not a cage eh?" she
> asks him with a smile and then tries to take stock of her
> person. If nothing more than pride and clothing have been
> sundered she will regard that as acceptable. She smiles at
> him gratefully, "Well, it's not like its the first time I've
> had my clothing ripped and shredded, just may be the first time
> the earth took umbrage to my being." as she bursts out laughing,
> the first time she's been able to laugh without acting in a
> long time.
>
> Once she is certain she is well enough, especially if she can
> laugh about surviving whatever hit them, and Lucria has faired
> just as well, she'll attempt to stand up on wobbly legs and
> look about for others that might need help.
>
> Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to the altar,
> remained unaware of the unconscious villagers as his senses
> sought recovery. As he more fully came to his eyes danced along
> the line of symbols marking the stone table, his gaze both
> distant and intense at the same time while seeking
> interpretation
> of that which lay before him.
>
> Between the ebon monolith and the altar great magic was at
> work, something the party would need to made aware of. With
> his thoughts returning to them, his mind settling on the
> present, he realized that the others might be in need.
>
> Turning around he spotted the first of the unconscious
> villagers, instinct driving him towards them, beginning with
> the adolescent boy.
>
> "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them," he
> informed the others, hoping that at least one or two would step
> in to assist.
>
> Unali approaches to help Arawn.
>
> Although a trained healer humans were not his specialty, the
> druid still learning under Z'leyra, but when tending to his own
> he was a person of no mean skill. Hopefully it would be enough
> for him to at least determine if the boy and the man were in
> immediate danger of losing their lives.
>
> Arawn glances up to see Z'leyra staring at her sister for
> a reply. He understands she needs answer but she could
> help. But then again this is a death zone with only one
> exit, aside from skylights, trapping the party. The woman
> could yell and bring warriors and it would be a serious fight.
>
> "Keep away from the table for now," he warned the others as he
> dropped to his knees beside the boy. "It appears to be an altar
> and a powerful one at that."
>
> He was working diligently when the click of the opening door
> drew his attention. Involved as he was there was little he could
> do to stop Fuk from slipping behind Z'layha and pressing the
> dagger to her throat. Inwardly he groaned, hoping that Fuk's
> effort to hide the group's presence wouldn't be one that would
> hurt them more in the long run.
>
> "Fuk, ease up on her. We're in the middle of a fortress,
> surrounded by powerful magicians and a nation of warriors. She's
> a suspect, not a criminal, and we're intruders here. Let's see
> if
> we can get to the truth without starting a riot," he calmly
> urged
> the man.
>
> "Great magic brought us here and I may share words on this
> once cooler heads once again dominate."
>
> "And, Z'leyra, you might want to ask what year it is," he
> oddly suggested to the shamaness.
>
> Z'leyra spends a couple moments translating what people said.
> She also asks "Sister, could you please sit down with no sudden
> moves or spell casting and I will ask the man to put away his
> knife?" In Marentian she says, "I have asked her to sit and not
> cast spells and you should allow her to sit and you should put
> away your knife."
>
> Fuk glances around at Arawn's words in Marentian. He glances
> back at the door. Realizes this may be a bad spot to fight.
> He lowers his hand and steps back but still holding his dagger
> at hand and stares at Z'layha.
>
> Z'leyra asks her sister, "Do you speak Marentian?"
>
> Z'layha shakes her head.
>
> "If you don't I have a necklace enchanted to help the wearer
> learn a language. Do you wish to use it to learn Marentian, the
> language we are speaking?"
>
> Z'leyra glances to the party, "There are several ways twins
> can age differently. Upper or Lower World travel, the Balance
> spell that slows the ravages of aging. Time travel need not be
> involved."
>
> Z'layha hears the strange words and the strange people. She
> is finally released and then she sees Fremea. Her instinct is
> to kill the demon. But her sister is here? Why? Why would
> she bring people much less men to this sacred place. This very
> sacred of sacred rooms.
>
> "Ticasi? I only recall the details from father." She
> shakes her head. "No. I never have nor plan to ever go there."
>
> Z'layha wonders why the red head is laughing like a mad woman.
> Then she notices the small man around the alter. She glares
> but turns back to Z'leyra.
>
> Arawn frowns when he checks the boy. There is no pulse.
> Then he notices the angle of the boy's neck. It is clear it
> has been broken and was probably instant death in the quake.
> Arawn plans to do a prayer later but moves to the adult male
> as Z'layha replies.
>
> Lucria helps Mae stand.
>
> Mournath and Kiet are able to dig Kell out and give him
> some water. He is a bit dazed but seems fine. Aside from
> coughing on the dirt and dust.
>
> Dorhak circles to the rear of the alter and glances at
> the runes and sigils. None that he seems to recognize. Then
> Dorhak notices at the top of the rear facing away from the
> party is a sigil that he seems to recognize. He tries to
> recall but it takes a few moments.
>
> Z'layha listens to Z'leyra request a sit down. "You intrude
> in our sacred of sacreds and with these people?" She nods to
> the party and villagers.
>
> Arawn checks the male and finds he is just dazed. He is able
> to revive him. But that may have been a bad choice. The man
> sees the room and begins to shake his head in confusion and
> chanting something about be gone evil spirits or such. But
> for the most part the man is just bruised and only bleeding a
> bit
> on his elbows. Arawn and Unali move toward the 3 females.
>
> Z'layha frowns, "sit down in this dirt? I have my duties
> to perform. You must all leave to the atrium and exit this
> place immediately! Before the guards see you."
>
> Z'leyra recalls the time spent here herself. But she has
> never
> been here. It has to be in a high place in the fort for the
> skylights. But why was she never allowed here?
>
> Dorhak grunts in excitement. Yes. He has seen it was
> in Arawn's book thing. When he showed Mournath that one
> time. He explained it was a symbol for his cousin or dog?
> No. Wait. It was something about his father or was it his
> mother?
>
> Z'layha rattles the tray of food. The wide silver tray
> is carrying 4 large pitchers of some drink. There are a half
> dozen bowls and containers that must be food. The tray seems
> to be very heavy. This causes the woman to move toward the
> alter.
>
> Arawn kneels down and doesn't see the dwarf or Z'layha near
> the alter. He just hopes he did not make the wrong mistake
> by studying the alter later. The first female seems to have
> a broken ankle but otherwise seems fine. Unali reports the
> second one only has scrapes and cuts.
>
> Z'layha places the tray on the center of the alter/table.
> She turns and crosses her arm and moves toward Z'leyra. "I
> do not wish to use this necklace thing until I get some
> answers. You said you were in Kam and now here? What-"
>
> Dorhak grunts at the tray and wonders if he can just get
> some of it. The fall seems to have stirred up his hunger
> a bit. But then the sigil begins to glow. He looks around
> to see if anyone notices. He waves for Kell who is nearby
> but the trader is watching the door as if waiting for more
> folks to enter.
>
> Z'layha turns to the slight buzz. She stops talking. She
> glances at the alter and then toward Z'leyra. "No!"
>
> [Time: 4:59 pm]
>
> "It is too soon!" She begins to turn and move toward
> the door.
>
> Lucria pulls out his whip to stop her from getting help.
>
> Fuk stands from checking the dead boy and begins to
> move toward Z'layha.
>
> "The Tribute must be done with no one here!" She
> reaches about 10 feet before the door when Lucria snaps
> his whip and trips the woman. "No!"
>
> Fremea flies toward the woman as well.
>
> Suddenly the stone door slams shut with a large clank
> echoing in the room.
>
> Arawn notices this all happening and stands. He thinks
> he hears Dorhak call his name. He glances over and sees
> Dorhak pointing to the back which he can't see.
>
> Then Arawn sees the silver tray on the alter and notices
> some of the runes glowing. He moves toward the alter.
>
> A Flash....
>
> It seems like Kiet is heard saying something about not
> again?
>
> Darkness...
>
> An eternity....
>
> Some begin to wake up again. This time there is no
> light. In fact its dark and hazy as if the place is
> full of smoke. Everyone is laying down. Except Fremea
> who was flying toward the woman hits what seems to be
> a low hanging rock? Blam. Lanterns. Rocks. She grumbles.
>
> It seems the first thing the party hears is Kiet screaming
> to wake up. Maybe not screaming but at least trying to get the
> party to wake up.
>
> As the party begin to stir and sit up the scene has changed.
> No longer in a room. It seems this a large cavern? This
> almost niche of open area is surrounded by 3 walls left, right
> and to the rear. There is no longer a chill but in fact it
> is rather very hot. Mae who is almost half naked is the
> only one to feel some comfort compared to those who are wearing
> winter clothing.
>
> There is a humid fog/haze that seems to be the color of
> yellow and white. The smell of sulfur is in the air and can
> be tasted.
>
> The niche is about 50 feet long and about 30 feet wide.
> There seems to be a stone table in the center but this
> time there does not seem to be any adornments. It is a simple
> wooden structure 5 by 6 feet. Sitting on top is the food
> and drinks on top of the tray.
>
> Directly in front of the party a large mist/haze climbs
> from what looks like a inferno. Dorhak who is closest to
> the edge crawls to the side and almost loses his mace in
> a bit of shock. Below is a fiery molten blaze. It seems
> to be a river of lava going from left to right. The lava
> river is about 8 feet long but seems to go under the walls
> to who knows where.
>
> Dorhak feels sweat pour from his forehead and sizzle to
> nothing before it hits halfway to the lava some 5 feet away.
> The lava stream itself is about 10 feet below.
>
> But aligned with the table some 30 feet away at the border
> of the lava pit is a stone bridge. The bridge is about 2.5
> to 3 feet wide. It seems to be from Dorhak's point of view
> about 4 feet tall. It crosses the span of lava to another
> section of cave where Kiet is standing and waving.
>
> Below him it seems there are various pieces of gear
> collected around him.
>
> At his feet are some gear and in his arms is more. Unali
> recognizes that her magical sling is in his arms. Pan
> notices his bow and quiver is on the other side. Arawn notices
> that his helmet and buckler are in Kiet's arms for some reason.
>
> Fuk and Lucria notice their swords are at Kiet's feet. At
> least they assume their since it is missing from their
> sheathes.
>
> Dorhak wonders why his shield is hanging on Kiet's arm?
>
> Z'leyra notices her staff is leaning against Kiet. She
> notices her satchel at his feet. She also notices her
> dragon helm tied around his arm. She notices her great sword
> being hefted up into his arms.
>
> Actions? Comments?
>
> Next Update.. Unknown?
>
> GM: A good place to stop. At this point things will move
> very slowly. BTW the boy is missing. The 4 villagers
> are still here. The haze is thick and hard to see past
> much longer than 5-6 feet. Now I plan to send pc to
> shop Saturday to get fan replaced. I don't know if they
> will need it overnight. I also plan to get a new medium
> to copy data to since cd/dvdr is dead as well. So II
> can clean that pc off and get rid of it eventually.
>
> When will next update? Don't know. If they need it
> overnight it could be a couple days. So unsure if
> Monday will be viable. I can try Tue/Wed but have
> a few things busy to do. So at very least I can try
> a week from Saturday or as best could try Monday.
>
> I can post to give you guys updates though. Stay tuned.
>
> Z'lena -> Z'layha. Dwarves screwd up again. I removed
> some ale rations. It was Z'layha. Z'lena was the sister
> who died.
>
> GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
> Feb 7 - Fuk -Kameran
> Feb 8+- ????
>
>
>
>
>
>
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> With Lucria's help, Maelorna stands up and looks about to get her bearings
> and her heart skips a beat as she stops and stares at an alter. Something
> that easily causes every nerve in her body to scream out in warning as she
> can still remember the screams of fear from the victim her mother and the
> cultists she belonged to had strapped to it and not understanding the
> significance. She manages in a soft voice, "I want to leave now please,
> this isn't a safe place." as can't tear her eyes away from the altar.
>
> She pulls her gaze away to look at the twin of Z'leyra and fights the urge
> to look back and stare at the alter. Then the world goes white yet again.
>
> 'Home! Wake up little sister, bask in the glory of what home with the
> family will be like!' the voice sounds almost jubilant as Maelorna once
> again groans from waking up, every muscle feels like she's gone several
> miles of running. She can smell the familiar stench of sulfur and taste
> it, waking up more memories of living in the wasteland.
>
> The warmth is almost comforting as she finally opens her eyes to the scene
> which makes her wonder just where they are at now. If she's somewhat
> sound, she'll look for Lucria first, then Arawn, then the others, before
> she stands up carefully.
>
> "Ok, did someone call us here or did we do something to be brought here?"
> she asks, finding that the oppressive heat isn't a true bother at all. She
> looks at Arawn, "I didn't do anything this time, I swear. No summoning, I
> swear it."
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