[pnpgm] Game Update #111 - File #790- Ever Shifting Face of Home
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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 #111 sequence (file #790)
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[Recap]
From Mae: [Re: Actions]
With Lucria's help, Maelorna stands up and looks....
...in a soft voice, "I want to leave now please, this...
GM: Ack.
From Bsrt: [Re: Actions]
[Mournath's player] Sorry for not posting folks. Been
extremely ill and hospitalized for a bit. Still not great.
GM: Ack. No problem. You get rest and well. If need me I'm
in Skype. I appreciate the note so many are awol and
never post like Kell nothing since November. :<
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
Kiet doesn't really understand what is going on...but, by...
GM: Ack. OMG! No he didn't! Waving hand and shaking hips
and head. OMG. :)
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
Z'leyra opens her eyes, looks around and shakes her...
GM: Ack.
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
Our good dwarf is getting rather perturbed by all the....
"What's the matter wit cha laddie? I haven't ever....
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Febris 9th, 1635TH]
[Ancient Moss Fortress]
[Time: 4:58 pm]
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 altar. 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.
Mae pulls her gaze away to look at the twin of Z'leyra and
fights the urge to look back and stare at the altar. Then
the world goes white yet again.
Our good dwarf is getting rather perturbed by all the magical
games being played. It's bad enough to be caught in an
earthquake, Dvallin forbid!, but to be moved around like game
pieces is hashing Dorhak's mellow.
The altar room was bad enough, but too near like a cell.
This cavern is more like home, though a bit too warm for his
taste. Still, a dwarf could get to love having a sauna.
Dorhak will look around to see if there is anything of
interest in the walls, ceiling or floor.
But he sees nothing but rock, dust, sand, dirt and more rock.
****************
[Time: 5:01 pm]
[Unknown Location]
'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."
Z'layha sits up and looks at the bland stone table. She shakes
her head. "No...no..no..no..this can't be. The Tribute never
does this. NEVER! What have you done!" She stands and yells
that last part at Z'leyra. "You may have doomed us all! This
is bad..this is bad..." she begins repeating that last line
over and over.
Arawn stands and scans the cavern. Something is off here.
Normally even simple rocks have a mana source. Not magical
source but a life force of mana. Everything around him is
a very dull aura. As if muted or shielded. He glances at
the others. He is surprised to see Z'leyra the same way.
Either this area is damperning their powers or their connection
to the gods is gone.
Kiet doesn't really understand what is going on...but, by
Girra's Burning Balls, he'd like to find out. Come to think
of it, Kiet is wondering if he was in Girra's Flaming Armpit,
considering how hot and freakishly smelly this place is. Kiet
giggles a bit, then shakes his head and realizes that he's here
on this side of the lava, and the bridge, but everybody else
is over there! Worse yet, it seems he has been chosen as
everybody's freaking bearer!
He struggles a bit with all he has hanging off him and leaning
on him and that stuff he is holding already. Frickin' shields
and helmets and swords! Sheesh!
The party is confused why some of their gear is over by Kiet.
How long were they out? Some are sweating greatly due to wearing
winter clothing but that could also indicate some time here.
But there is no reference of time here.
The party notices behind Kiet is a niche in the wall about
10 feet behind him. It seems to curve as if a way out of this
place.
"You guys! Wake up! Wake up!" Kiet sees them but moving
slowly so decides maybe he just needs to go to them. He shouts
out "you guys stay over there! I'm not sure why I am here with
your stuff, but I'll bring it over. Let's not take chances with
more of us than just one." Little does he realize, until too
late, that he just committed himself to a rather selfless act.
And a dangerous one, at that! Fool!
Fremea realizes his plan and begins to hover in the air to
fly to help Kiet. But something seems to bog her down. The
damp humid air seems to be hindering her wings! She leaps and
tries to get a updraft but this place is like flying through
soup.
Arawn also notices Kiet's intent and starts to stand. By
the time he is up Kiet has moved. Arawn considers helping
by casting magic. Maybe a blessing? Translocate Kiet
over here? Maybe teleprting himself to help?
Kiet reaches donn to pick up swords. Difficult enough to
pick up this many, but made doubly hard with all this stuff
hanging on his arms. Not just heavy, but bulky and unwieldy.
He grabs Fuk's sword ok, but has some trouble with Lucria's.
Then he starts on Z'leyra's Great Sword. Holy Mother of Zu!
This thing weighs a ton! And I still don't have that blasted
staff ready to go yet. How does she freaking use this thing!
Kiet grabs the bow and quiver, but it's almost more than he
can handle. Still, he only wants to make one trip in case no
one is allowed back over to this side. There is a lot of
powerful magic being slung about, and who knows how long we will
be here.
Fremea realizes Kiet is holding her quiver. Some of those
magical arrows are hard to replace. Why can't she take
to the air?
Kiet doesn't have enough hands for the satchel, so he gently
kicks it toward the bridge. But doing this unbalances him some,
and the staff (which was just leaning on him) falls to the
ground with a clatter...then starts rolling toward the stream
of lava! Kiet gets a look of pure horror on his face...half
due to losing such an item, and half in fear of what Z would do
to him afterward! Kiet doesn't have time to drop the things in
his arms, so he reaches out with his right foot. Using his
acrobatic balance, he hops toward the staff, trapping it
between his foot and the ground...with almost half of it hanging
over the edge!!! Kiet just stops there for a second, a look of
pure terror on his face. She will kill me if I let this go, he
thinks.
Z'leyra hears her sister and turns to face her to ask her some
questions. But then others gasp. She turns around just in time
to see her staff almost on the edge.
Slowly...carefully...he gingerly rolls the staff back toward
him. Whew!!! That was way too close. Kiet saw his life, short
as it has thus been, flash before his eyes. He gets it back
from the edge, then moves to pick it up. When he reaches down,
however, the swords shift in his arms. Just before his hand can
reach the staff, Arawn's little buckler slips from his arm! It
bounces one...twice...then over the edge and into the fire!
Kiet just stops and looks at it as it disappears in fire and
smoke.
Arawn watches this with a blank face. He just tried a spell
to help Kiet but it seems to fail or maybe the stammer in his
voice, the first time he's ever done such, was a few letters
off. Then he sees his magical sword fall. Being Alfar not
much can surprise him and yet this does.
Fremea decides to drop her bag of gear and hover. She gets
a foot off the ground but it is like swimming in water with
her wings laden down by pressure and dampness.
Kiet takes a couple of deep breaths, the finishes reaching
for the staff. It's not exactly lightweight either! How does
Z move with all this stuff? It's as if she had enough weight
here to exceed Gaea's own treasure! Kiet shakes his head an
moves closer to the satchel and slides it along the ground
toward the bridge. Slowly, slowly! No more accidents.
Z'leyra recalls the advice from Z'lart. Why take so much
gear to a simple statue? He did warn the party. Did he
know or was it just a protocol thing? She glances at
Arawn who seems t be struggling and then back at Kiet distracted
by Z'layha's chant.
Dorhak stares lying on the edge over the lava river and
sees the sword fall. It bubbles and hisses. It bobs on
the lava for maybe half a second then sink into it. He
hopes that sword wasn't too vital.
Kiet's almost to the bridge when he suddenly stumbles a
small rock he didn't see in time. He stays upright, thank
Domiel, but one of the swords starts to slip out of his arms!
He instinctually grabs tight onto the Great Sword, but one of
the others...Lucria's!...starts sliding out to the side. Kiet
turns his body to get back under it, trying to entice it to
come back, but he is just a hair too late, and it falls with a
clatter. It lands hilt first, but it's momentum allows it to
continue falling away from the young Lemasan...and toward the
lava. Kiet knows he can't reach it in time...and just cringes
and watches as it tips over the edge. It's caught between the
edge of the ground and the moving river of liquid stone. The
hilt immediately bursts into flame and smoke, but the metal of
the sword seems to survive. At least until the current drags
it under.
Z'leyra opens her eyes, looks around and shakes her head. She
reaches up and checks to see if her Calcedony is still on her
necklace. Yes... so this isn't some illusion. Seeing Kiet
carrying stuff over towards them Z'leyra staggers to her feet.
Mae stares and then turns to Lucris. She can't tell if it
was Fuk's or his. But it has those Ticasan marks on the
hilt. But she notices Lucria is little bothered. He must
figure a sword is easy to replace.
Arawn begins to move toward the bridge as his spells seem
futile at least in this case. But then he hears one of
the villager females moan. He glances back at Kiet and
then at the villager who is in pain. Arawn knows items
can be replaced but people can't. The Druid moves to the
female and finds a dislocated shoulder it seems. At least
that is what Z'leyra taught him. He glances up at Z'leyra.
But Z'leyra is moving forward to the bridge. Arawn
raises a hand to call her but then suddenly another female
villager blocks her way. "What is going on?" Z'leyra
tries to look over her shoulder and pass her but the female
blocks her path. "I want to go back. Where is my son?"
Kiet looks up at Lucria, with near panic in his eyes. The
sword in and of itself isn't expensive or irreplaceable, but it
IS his main weapon. Kiet knows well how he would feel if it was
his own tulwar that got the same treatment.
Arawn knows Z'leyra has the panic of the woman to deal with.
Let's see she taught him to place hands her and there. Then
yank and twist to resocket the arm. A jolt of quick pain and
then the female stops moaning. The pain ends.
Kiet then closes his eyes and tries to calm himself. Deep
breaths, he says to himself, but the fumes and heat make him
cough instead. He has to get across now! Kiet reaches for the
strap of the satchel with his foot, not trusting himself to not
drop anything else. He moves toward the bridge, dragging the
foot and satchel behind him...step...drag...step....drag. Yes!,
he thinks to himself. This is working!
Dorhak watches the sword fall and is fascinated by the way
it boils away. Then he realizes why is Kiet crossing to this
side when the way out is behind him? Does the man not see
it or did he even look? Humans with such lack of simple cave
structures!
Kiet reaches his side of the bridge, then begins his way
across. Unfortunately, the heat and the fumes here are at their
worst, and poor Kiet doesn't notice the satchel getting
perilously close to the edge. He gets over the halfway point
on the bridge, he begins to move more quickly, just trying to
get this over with. He speeds up, only to have the satchel
catch on the bridge edge just as he began to drag forward.
His foot slips out of the strap, looses his balance, and the
satchel slips off the bridge! Kiet leaps as best he can toward
the others on their side of the bridge, tossing their things
toward them. Swords and staff and bow crash to the ground,
while all the shields and helms weighing him down make a
tremendous amount of noise...enough to wake Ymir! But nothing
else is lost.
Z'leyra notices the satchel near the edge and forces the woman
away almost pushing her. The woman is pushed into Unali who
grabs her before stumbling to the edge. Z'leyra moves toward
the bridge and the fool on it.
Kiet just lies there, face down on the ground, trying to catch
his breath. He breathes. He made it! And nothing else was
lost.
Z'leyra rushes to the edge a bit of red in her eyes and its
not from the heat.
When Kiet crashes down in front of her she leans over, grabs
her greatsword and uses the guard to hook her satchel and to
drag it towards her. The nice thing about her own sword is it
is long. But the second it took to grab the sword was the
second the satchel impacted on the lava. Some 10 feet away
the sword barely only reaches partially. Grunting and
groaning she slides further over the edge. The heat is intense
and she can feel her eye brows and hair begin to sizzle form
the heat itself. There a couple more feet.
But then the satchel bursts into flames. Now open to the
lava it sinks slowly under the fast moving current moving
eastward.
Z'leyra stares at the lava. She realizes her levitate
must've ended. No. The spell at her skill lasts a long time.
She should've been able to hover over and grab it. Unless.
Unless they were here much longer? That would explain why
the gear is over there. Gasping she notices Dorhak only
a couple feet lying on the edge as well.
Why is that dwarf grinning? No it can't be. It is is
his beard just smoking looking like grin. Z'leyra gets to
her knees and stands holding her sword over Kiet who has
now rolled over on his back.
"How ....what happened? How did we get here?"
Kiet looks up to her face showing clear anger at the loss
of ..wait? The Satchel. It was on his foot. Kiet sits up
and looks around. Its not here. Oh dear. He gulps and looks
up to the woman who has a sword that could lop off his head
with a quick blow.
Fuk rushes over to Kiet. "You fool! What have you done? Why
did you cross. You didn't see the way out over there?" He
points to the far wall.
Lucria untangles Mae's hair and brushes his hand to the
back of her neck. He finds something there and jerks back.
Startled he reaches back again. "Mae! There is something
on your neck."
Kiet looks to the far wall. Oh. So there was a way out.
But the damp air he couldn't see it well. Kiet notices
Z'leyra turn as well to face that direction and notices
something on her neck in the very rear of the head. It
is so odd to see her without her helmet. But even odder
to see whatever that is.
After that bumbling Kiet gets across the bridge, Dorhak
makes a complete inventory of his items, weapons, and armor.
At least none of his stuff ended up in the lava! So, why was
he over there in the first place? Doesn't make any sense.
Still, Dorhak moves over to him to help him up off the floor.
"What's the matter wit cha laddie? I haven't ever seen you
like this before."
After helping him up, when there is a chance, Dorhak will
describe the runes he saw and what at least one of them said.
"Arawn? One of those runes from your book? the one about mother
or father? That same rune was on that altar in the mossy
fortress. It started glowing just befor we got sent here."
Arawn helps the woman up and hears Lucria. Curious he
leans back and spots something there. IT is a crab/spider
like thing with 8 legs around its torso. It is at the
base of the head at the tip of the spinal cord. The place
where folks excahange control inputs to and from their
brain to their body. He checks his back of his head
and finds the same thing. The bumpy structure is the size of
a large bug size of a human thumb. Could this be Vong?
Kiet stands and begins to argue with Fuk when a shadow
comes from that niche across the way. The shadow forms
into a humanoid form. The damp air in that direction
is full of a hazy yellow fog. It blocks a good view of the
form.
Finally Fremea gets to the air and begins to hover but
notices Kiet is now on this side. She grumbles.
The form lifts something to his face and begins to blow
a whistle like device or something. The cavern is full of
these strange tones like vibration-chant.
The party begins to feel odd again.
Fuk turns and shakes his head. He quickly moves to the
bridge. "No! Not again you don't!"
But as the party feels dizzy Z'leyra reaches out to grab
Fuk and pull him back. Just in time for the darkness to
overcome the party once again. She just hopes she saved
Fuk since if he fell down he'd die in the lava.
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[Time: 5:01? pm]
[Unknown Location]
Tones. Vibrations. Whistle. Tones.
Darkness. Bright light.
The party wakes up and opens their eyes. This time
the air is not as humid or hot. Everyone is facing another
large cave wall. But this one is a different cave. All
are looking forward and standing.
Those standing try to turn their heads but it seems to
be impossible. Each person tries to move or flex fingers
but again there is nothing.
Female voices can be heard crying.
Only folks who see others in front can see them but any
others behind can't tell what is going on.
Then group sees a large altar again this time with crude
very poorly done runes. Nothing like in the fortress
room. These are so bad that Dorhak feels sick seeing them.
But on top of this stone altar is Arawn lying with head to the
west and feet to the east (right). His clothing has been
removed to reveal his chest. Arawn's eyes seem to be closed.
Then a form walks in the field of view. This humanoid with
two legs, two arms, hands, feet and a head seem to be
humanoid. But there does not seem to be genitals. The
skin and body seems smooth as a baby.
There is no hair on his head. The man looks around at the
party holding something in his hands. "Welcome!" He greets
the party in Marentian. "It is rare we have guests here."
He laughs. "No wait! We've NEVER had guests here. This
is a great day for us." He stops and looks at the party.
Then suddenly clothing seems to form around his body. "Is
this better? From your minds it seems you prefer clothing.
Would you prefer this?" Suddenly the man changes into
King Maros with full Regal robes. "Or this?" he shifts
into Duke Aren. "How about this?" To Farseeker. "I actually
like this form. That one." He points to Unali I get from
her brain is called Farseeker? Such a stupid name."
"Oh excuse me...that's the term right?" He places a small
device that looks like a shell to his mouth and blows.
More whistles and vibrations. Suddenly the party can move
their head and look around but nothing else.
Could those things on the neck be controlling the party?
The man begins to move among the party as if some military
general on inspection.
He stands in front of Dorhak and reaches out to his forehead.
A finger seems to extend and reach the dwarvf's head. "You
are a Dwarf? In our time they were around but all in their
caves and not a threat. We may just keep you around. For
what did that one," he glances to Kell, "call it ...dwarf tossing?"
But this smell!"
He moves to Fremea who is in the front row. Without her
dress her wings are open. "Faerry. You," he says this word
with a bit of bitterness. "were the threat. The way you
colluded with the Sidh and the others. The way you...collaborated
wit them. We will tear those wings one feather a piece and
hope you live to beg for your life!"
He moves to Kell and extends his finger to his skull. It
seems this man can read the mind? But can he do it without
that touch? "Trade is useless. In our new world trade will
be nothing. It is ironic. The Kamerans tribute us with
goods..metals...gems...all useless to us. We just store
them away bored after burning so much of it."
The man reaches Kiet. His mouth seems to twist and turn
as if trying to form some expression. Then he nods and
a grin forms. "You amuse us! Was that bag worth something
to you? Oh. To her." The man looks back toward Z'leyra.
"Tell you what. You are free." He raises the device to his
lips and blows. This seems to let Kiet move his arms and
legs. He is indeed free. "You may flee or whatever you wish
before that one kills you."
The man moves to the second row of people. Then stops.
Turning back to Kiet. "No way out but our way. So if you
do run good tack. No. Wait. Good Fu-. No. Ahh. Good
luck."
The second row consists of Unali, Mournath, Lucria, Pyan
and Fuk. The stranger moves to Unali. "We spent much
time with you. You are a what do you call it. A thimble
in a box within a box within a box? Something like that.
Your people. Katai? Seven million breeding like bugs.
When we were around you were only in mud huts. This can
not stand this population growth. Secrets abound this party
and you hold the most for this." The man changes into
Duke Aren again. "This man? Secrets abound you like
hairs on that head. That one over there." He points to
one of the villagers. Then changes back to Farseeker. "She
says secrets kill relationships. Maybe one can share their
secrets before we just kill the lot of you?"
Farseeker moves to Mournath. The sailor grumbles or tries
to but his throat is dry. Again he is frozen! Sure he can
move his head but big whoop! Why does following this group
make him frozen all the time! "The seas of your world were
low and shallow. You share these new scenes with me. This
would mean we have been gone a long time."
Farseeker moves to Pyan. "From the others they think you
simply can't talk. But one memory....of a kid...and his
uncle...in the forest...is that why? Is that a valid
memory or some human bad memory?" He shrugs. "Maybe
so but it doesn't matter much now."
Farseeker moves to Fuk. "This land we saw ...in your
mind. We may destroy it last. The knowledge might be
worth having...for a short time."
The third row has one female villager, the adult male
villager, Mae and Lucria.
Farseeker gets to the crying female. "Your son. They
did not tell you? The boy died. I feel so sorry. Let
me help you." He reaches out and his right hand become
a claw. It slams into the female's chest and he pulls
out the bleeding heart. "They say the damaged heart is
the worst? But I don't see it?"
The female dies standing. Farseeker examines the heart
as if curious then tosses it aside. He uses the device
to force the female to sag to the ground.
Farseeker reaches the Kameran male and sneers. "Your
people are so stupid. You believed them!" He raises his
bloody hand which transforms into a human hand now without
blood. "You thought the lies were true!" This time as he
speaks to the Kameran he changes to the Kameran tongue. "You
send us food which we can't even eat! For what...centuries?
Why didn't you question them! You were sheep. Like you
are now under my control. You did help us! But it is too
late to refuse them!" He blows the device again and the
adult male moves through the ranks to the east. "You will
die swiftly as the bag. Know this that you will not suffer
long but your people will!" The adult moves out of the
view of the party down some side passage.
Farseeker gets to Mae. "You intrigue me. Not like that
one likes intrigue." He points at Unali. "You are so
different. Are you natural? Are you normal? We may
keep you a bit so we can study you."
Farseeker moves to Lucria. "This concept...bounty hunting?
Seems useless. But we will show your friends who does
have value." He blows the device and Lucria moves his legs
on his own toward the front so all can see him. The
whistles are heard again and Lucira begins to scream.
Suddenly his head explodes splaying blood and brains all
over the area onto the front row and Arawn. Lucria sags
to the ground.
The last row Farseeker gets to Z'layha and Z'leyra. "Oh
you are wondering about the other villagers? We are trying
to see if she can fit inside a rock no bigger than a fist.
My comrades are trying this experiment." He moves to
Z'layha. "Thanks you. Thank you. Did you bring this
one here?" He points to Arawn on the Altar. "I don't want
to know so I will not read your mind. But if you did then
you deserve high praise and will be worthy to remain alive
for as long as you wish. Thank you!"
Farseeker gets to Z'leyra. "The leader of this band? Sorry
but we had to demonstrate that our power is absolute. Why
not follow me." He blows again on the device and Z'leyra
without her own power follows to the front and stands to
the left of the altar looking down at Arawn's head.
"So it was you that bought these people to Kameran.
And this..." He points to Arawn. "To us? Was it by
choice or fate. Nevermind I know the answer. I've
read your mind. The story of poor daddy. The theory
that Z'layha over there killed her?"
The party knows all of their gear is gone and it seems
to be in a pile in the far north corner. Weapons and
other gear all piled 3 feet high. But Farseeker draws
a dagger on from the altar and twists it in his hands.
Farseeker places the whistle thing on the altar near
Arawn's legs. Farseeker then moves to the back of the
wall. He waves a hand in front of a stubby rock. Suddenly
a portion of wall disappears. It reveals a volcanic nightmare.
Maybe a dozen active volcanos in a area that seems to
go to the horizon. The sky is pink red and hazy. Lava
is all over the place.
Farseeker waves a hand and the wall comes back. "Our
land. Isn't it nice?" He slams the dagger hilt not
his other palm in anger. "No! His kind and others."
He glares at Arawn. "They trapped us here. We go
by many names. Shifters, crafters, shape shifters, shape
changers, metamorphs and so on. I'm sure there may
be some in your world. But nothing like what we were!
We ruled your world. So much that the gods feared us!
They wanted to stop us. They were scared we could...and
DID...walk in their own realms and kill them. This
scared them. They colluded against us."
Farseeker moves to the side of Arawn who seems still
sleeping with eyes closed. "You are worried your sister
killed daddy? She did not. My guess our ally in your
world did it. Based on our numbers when we were imprisoned
here we had all but one. One of us must've fooled the
gods and escaped. My guess he came here ..or there..or
to the Kameran. Lived for a long time. Learned the
secrets. Learned of daddy's threat to solve the big
mystery."
This time Farseeker changes into his original bland
form. He raises the dagger which Unali and Z'leyra
recognize as the magical dagger Unali uses from the
Kameran metal. "Do you realize the true secret?
That it is some secret mix of metals? No. The true
secret to these metals? They are not metals."
Over the eons the Tributes come to us. It seems the
gods felt sorry for us that we needed food. The fools.
They made a deal with the Kameran. That they'd share
food/drink to make us live We'd share our metals. The
metals they would make such fine weapons." he laughs.
"In fact each metal piece is one of us! A small
part of us that can grow as needed to form a full
version like me. Imagine it! Millions of swords,
daggers and other items. It is funny! The Kameran
like isolation. But it is folks like Tiren and you
that share these metals and blades. Folks like Kell
who trade. This causes millions to go world wide."
"This little guy." He waves the dagger. "Is dormant
now. But once we return to your world and use the
Cryx to awaken them all. This one here calls it
Apocalypse. We would use this and our power to
once again rule. The enemy within is far dangerous
than enemies at the gate!"
Fuk yells, "your insane!"
The party realizes they can now speak and move
their heads but their bodies are still blocked.
The shifter ignores the yell. "They made this
world. A hell in a hell. We tried to leave this
place and find a better home. But it is all like
that!" He yells and points to the wall. "We
may be powerful enough to kill gods. But lava can
even kill us if we are in it long enough."
"So here is the agenda. We will remove this head."
He points to Arawn. "There are two ways out. We
could use the tribute room but it is slow and takes
time. Our army would take too long. So the head
should ward off the magic that leads up into the
place they call the Moss Fortress."
Z'leyra now realizes where they are. If they are
in some niche universe or plane then maybe the
bowls the stairs under the fortress is some portal
or connection to it.
"We hope that the Alfar's body will end any powerful
magic the gods placed on the stairs. Then we will rise!
We will overcome! We will rule once again!"
"Now where is that great sword." The man places the
Kameran dagger on the altar and looks to the pile of
weapons and gear.
Actions? Comments?
Next Update.. Wednesday?
GM: A bit of plan change. I did take pc to shop. But
they'd have to order a fan as it is 17 years chipset.
Which I understand. So came back with pc. The
chances of finding the AMD heatsinks and such
that old would be hard. Tech then said I do have
a USB in back for data collection. But when I got
home it didn't work So I need to get drivers for it
and work on that Tuesday. So I went ahead and did
a update today since I was off (a rare Saturday
since work is doing stuff that bothers my eyes).
Sorry its weird times. Its hard to get back to
Mon/Fri schedules with things offset. But its better
than nothing. :)
GM: The new cave is about 100 feet by 80 feet. There seems
to be one passage likely to the lava area. There is another
set of passages (2) on the left. It is not known if anything
in rear. Though Z'leyra can only see rock walls.
All weapons not destroyed have been removed in the pile.
Any subject magical things have been removed. This
would include necklaces, bracelets, rings and such. It
is assumed in said pile.
Can move head. Can speak. Kiet is free. Arawn maybe
dead.
GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
Feb 7 - Fuk -Kameran
Feb 8+- ????
This is last time I'll post this. For Feb 8/9.
Course it implies no one dies in the next few moments.
GM: Tuesday will work on this win98 USB port/driver thing.
Will try to do some Mana/sheet cleanup and get the
mana numbers back to par. Consider this the Monday
update. I will try to do some SMALL update Wednesday.
At this point there will be no more quick scene changes.
It will go small or large only depending on how you
post. So at this point it will slow down to a crawl.
So I will try to do update Wednesday afternoon if
all goes well. If not then it'll be delayed a few
days.
I must say I'm proud to see some smart folks here.
In this last update cycle two of you mentioned a
deus ex machina. Just such a odd term that two
smart players mention it is unique. Nice to
see some active good players!
GM: Language spoken by Shifter is Marentian except
when talking to Kamerans. BTW you see the adventure
title on website? :) Make sense now? :)
GM: Lost Items: Sadly this is done. As we go on this
will be explained. As to the deus ex stuff. Well
the last 2 scenes needed to push folks here. Since
there was no plans to get to the fortress. I had
to come up with a new plan. :)
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