[pnpgm] Game Update #104 - File #739 -Bomz and Pooh
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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 #104 sequence (file #739)
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[Recap]
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
Z'leyra will motion for Arawn to bring her satchel. First
she puts on her luck ring, then will bandage the champion.
After bandaging is complete she will put on her other jewelry,
fetch her staff and drum, cast Orient Self EL0 on herself, loop
the spell chain over her and Korsa's wrists and cast Healing at
ELmax through her staff to heal Korsa.
She figures that a purification spell won't be needed. As
usual, she will give a running commentary, this time in Kameri,
to teach those interested in watching and learning.
GM: Ack.
From Pyan: [Re: Home]
Pyan says, "I come from the East, the lands of Omavor,"...
GM: Ack. If you were waiting for a back/forth translation just
post as much as you want dialogue wise. Stuff like this
translation will be done. Just a FYI.
From Kiet:[Re: [Re: Manly stuff]
The evening before the challenge, Kiet is curious about...
"I'm thinking about going to the Lodge with the men. C'mon...
Kiet will go but no sword or shield. Only weapons will be
daggers plus magic trinkets. H takes off his armor and helm
to leave in the groups camp. If he has any opportunity to
show off his acrobat skills, he will.
GM: Ack.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
I was responding from my phone. Not sure why they popped
up like that. I meant to send out a proper post the next
day but just ran short on time.
Febris 7th
5:18pm - 8:03pm
While others had worked to make themselves presentable...
"Z'leyra, is that true, is Utgard worshiped among your...
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He met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though...
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Arawn looked toward Fuk when the man sought company...
Febris 8th
5:53am
Arawn accepted the food and drink in a most...
7:03am
Arawn kept a careful eye on Z'leyra's belongings,...
GM: Ack. You do these long posts on phone? Wow. Lots of
finger-fingers. :) Sorry didn't get to your emails to
help you prepare for this above. I did it Saturday
but never got around to moving to other pc to send it.
From Dorhak: [Re: Man stuff]
"Aye, laddie! I'd go along as well. I wonder if they...
If we get to this 'man-party', and it seems appropriate, I
would love to get a wrestling match, or other contest of
strength, started. Maybe Kiet can show some of his acrobat
moves?
GM: Ack.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
Z'leyra responds to Kiet. "Yes, as a knowledge of how ...
GM: Ack.
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
Fremea does her best to stay unnoticed. She doesn't like all
the attention when Z tells them she is a fine archer. If
someone calls her out to test it, she will take the challenge
though.
Watching the fight,she knew Z would win, though there...
If no one pays her any mind, she will listen to Z on the herbs
and tea. She will also play around some, with moving items
around, or waiting for someone to put something down and then
moving it further away so they cannot find it right away. Just
fun for her and practice for sleight of hand.
GM: Ack. The challenge was more a test to see why she was so
bold to wear the blade. Even if lost she'd be allowed onward.
She just needed to prove herself to wield it. As to the prank
that's exactly with a kid would do so very little attention
would be paid to you. :) But noted and good stuff.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
After casting Healing on the Champion, Z'leyra will cast
Healing at Max EL on herself.
GM: Ack. Healed all but 1.
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
Dorhak is a bit restless and looking to work off some...
"I'm going to visit the men in their lodge. Maybe they ...
GM: Ack. I think I mixed this and next post up. But the
general gist is still there.
From Kiet: [Re: Tea]
After he tries the tea, Kiet eyebrows go up in ...
Z'leyra and asks her "Z'leyra...do you know what they ..
GM: Ack.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
Z'leyra smiles, then replies to Arawn's question. "The...
GM: Ack.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
A chill wind sent Arawn's midnight locks to whip about...
"It has been some time since you were last here and ...
GM: Ack.
From Mae: [Re: Actions]
Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the...
GM: Ack. Fun.
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
Kiet hears the ugly dwarf spout off about how short...
"A real fight is over quickly if someone skilled is...
GM: Ack.
From Unali: [Re: Actions]
Unali leans on Arawn's shoulder as she crouches down...
"I know you are concerned, for her and for your own.
GM: Ack. Good stuff.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
The assassin was a subtle one, not drawn to calling....
"I've seen things in the space between dreams and the...
GM: Ack. I love this stuff we know more going on behind
scenes so the cryptic stuff is so point on. :)
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
The newcomer's eye-roll caught Arawn's insightful...
GM: Ack. See this is why I love PBEMs. These comments
would never be in a table game. :) Good stuff.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Fight]
Z'leyra answers to Kiet, "I had planned to pull my...
GM: Ack.
From Mae: [Re: Actions]
Maelorna continues to move away from the throng ...
GM: Ack. Unsure where this fits so had to assume placement.
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[New Stuff]
[Febris 7th, 1635TH]
[Kameran Lands - Hills South of Kameran capital]
[Time: 6:54 pm]
While others had worked to make themselves presentable
Arawn threw himself into work, cheerfully joining the villagers
as they prepared the party's camp. Where language failed to
meet kind eyes and a warm smile, sometimes spreading into a
full grin, did what they could to foster a connection between
the Kameri and the druid. And true to his nature, he made sure
not to forget the animals as well, whether local or familiar.
And all the while he took in his surroundings, reading the
people, seeking to understand their ways beyond the stories
hard or read prior to his arrival. That most of the men stood
back watching was something he did not fail to miss, Arawn
wondering if this was an issue of societal roles or the wary
attention of a warriors lodge. But he remained unsure for
now, opting for a warm if subdued presence while here, hoping
to garner respect from all facets of the culture.
As things began to settle down Arawn took some time to sip
the spiced tea, inquiring into the ingredients, while listening
to the constable's efforts to enlighten the group to Kameran
culture. Arawn had spent some time reading books on the Kameri
alongside conversations with Z'leyra, hoping to use the
knowledge towards diplomatic ends, or at least to avoid a social
faux pas. He kept quiet through the speech, sensing that Z'leyra
might speak up if corrections were in order, though his
brilliant blue-green eyes narrowed slightly when Utgard's
possible worship was mentioned.
"Z'leyra, is that true, is Utgard worshiped among your
people?"
Z'leyra smiles, then replies to Arawn's question. "The men
of the Kameran learned to worship Ashur and Vahagn. The women
of the Kameran, we worship older gods and do not speak of them
to any who are not Kameri women."
A chill wind sent Arawn's midnight locks to whip about his
fair face, a solemn smile escaping from the sidh.
"It has been some time since you were last here and I hope
all is as it was when you left. If the Great Serpent's brood
has crept into these mountains it would be a poor thing indeed
But I'm sure such is nothing more than rumors from the road.
Still, it has been some time and other things may have changed
in your absence. Perhaps it may be wise to speak with Irana or
another before setting out tomorrow."
The smile shifted, softening into one of inspiration and
support that had become familiar to those who had traveled with
him. He seemed to settle back in as banter and conversation
continued about him though the reflected firelight betrayed
the depths of his eyes beginning a pensive retreat for those
astute enough to notice.
At hearing Z'leyra's response to Arawn's question, Mae rolls
her eyes and fights the urge to give a derisive snort. While
she understood the desire to worship something greater than
one's self, Maelorna found little use in pleading or begging
for what to her would be denied.
'Ooh, how about that one?' the voice, the one thing she didn't
want to hear at the moment makes Mae wince, 'you promised, a
town or city' it demanded. 'Well if not that one, how about
that one?' the voice pleads, 'you promised, once we got to a
town or village.' it demands. She whispers to herself in
desperation, "No, shut.. shut up now. This isn't a city or a
town." and pulls the cowl of her cloak closer over her head to
hide her face, finding her enjoyment being near the throng of
people less than desirable, and she starts to look for one of
her companions, if only to use their familiarity and closeness
to keep her from doing something stupid, as she gave her word.
Mae sees Lucria sitting on the ground near Fuk. A nice
warm body to be around.
The newcomer's eye-roll caught Arawn's insightful attention,
her derision rolling like waves for the empath to feel. His
mind shot back to the night of the battle, when her summoning
went awry, her derision thinly veiled that night. Contempt,
anger, fear, impulse, insecurity... intense emotions roiled
within her, multiplying and feeding on themselves. He had seen
enough in his time, heard a portion of her own story, and gauged
from her bearing enough to sense that at the root of this was
pain. It was a poison that threatened to consume the soul and
a difficult one to remove - in a lifetime of disappointment
only pain was a constant, a twisted security-blanket that
smothered those wrapped within. Others might offer tools,
friendship or love but only the woman could save herself, if
she so chose and then struggle to face the demons of her past.
Some among the group, such as Fremea, had carried that burden,
but had, and continued, to work on their being. Perhaps it would
be one of them that might reach her, with whom she might relate
and connect. And in time he might even be able to share the
little things he had learned as well but for now their time
together was still short and that night likely a poor time for
such things. So for now he gave her a glance and a knowing smile
before turning his attention elsewhere.
Maelorna continues to move away from the throng of people,
unaware of her motions, easily moving with a dancer's grace to
a beat of a song she can only hear. Her stride is steady and
slow, while each step, her hips move as if to cause a priest
to give up their vows. She looks about to locate one of her
companions, hoping at least to find the fae.
What question she would ask the fae, nothing comes to mind.
'Maybe just to be with someone that knows what it means to have
to hide in plain site.' she muses.
Mae stops as she sees a large man with a nice knife behind
Arawn's tent. The man is staring at her so she ignores that
for now. But the red head notices how Fremea seems to pass
by and just lift the knife off the man's belt with such ease
that she is practically invisible. Fremea examines the knife
only briefly and then slips it deftly into a woman's bag who
is collecting food scraps. The leather sack now becomes the
home of the shiny blade.
Fremea notices Irana and a man approach so stops her fun and
sits by the fire. Mae joins her and smiles at the being who
has wings that must be hidden.
Soon Irana and Chief Ohalo arrive to speak to Z'leyra.
Arawn met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though he
did glance at the cosmic symbols marking the woman's robes as
he sought to divine their meaning and affiliation. Afterwards,
after Z'leyra offered them to the locals, he helped to bring
forth a portion of the gifts set aside for the Kameri, though
he kept a package to himself for the time being. Only after
Z'leyra's story came to a close did he prepare to present it.
Just before Irana departed for the evening he stepped forward
and gave her a kind smile before offering the gift, a complete
healer's kit that the woman might use to heal the aches of the
hard-working members of her village.
Irana accepts the gift with a bit of hesitation. Then she
opens it to inspect the contents. "This is a kind gift. Thank
you. While I am not a healer we do have a healer in town that
could get great benefit from this."
Unali leans on Arawn's shoulder as she crouches down down
next to Arawn and the fire. She has a gloomy tone to her
voice.
"I know you are concerned, for her and for your own. But she
is tense as well and shows it. She must walk a tight rope
between her family ties and the woman she has become by
traveling far. Just remember, she has always shown to choose
the wild, not the old. And we are all here to watch out for her."
Unali pulls up the hood of her cowl so her face becomes
partially hidden in the shadows. After that she silently stares
into the fire and watches the play of light and dark as the fire
burns on.
The assassin was a subtle one, not drawn to calling attention
to herself or her actions. Arawn followed suit, looking ahead
instead of turning around when Unali whispered in his ear. His
lips barely moved as he uttered an almost imperceptible response
meant only for the woman's perceptive ears.
"I've seen things in the space between dreams and the waking
world. Contention... shrouded, too little to speak of yet for I
do not know its place here but enough to cause concern."
Arawn paused for a brief moment before quietly echoing Unali's
words. "We will watch. For some of us are well suited to it,
quite well suited indeed."
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[Time: 7:12 pm]
Z'leyra introduces each person. Irana asks about
Pyan's homeland. Z'leyra translates for both.
Pyan says, "I come from the East, the lands of Omavor," then
waits for Z'leyra to translate.
Irana nods warmly, "the Omvar are good people and our close
friends. In times when game is scarce your people even help
us feed our people. While this village has none, there may
be even one or two of you in our lands. Welcome!"
*******************
[Time: 8:03 pm]
Kiet is curious about what the men might be up to. He decides
to check on that, if for no other reason than to understand
something about the people. It's one of the reasons he travels.
"I'm thinking about going to the Lodge with the men. C'mon,
Kell! Come with me? It might be fun. Besides...maybe you'll
learn what they want to buy!"
Arawn looked toward Fuk when the man sought company for
an excursion towards the mens drinking area. He gave a nod
just as Kiet called out to Kell, his ever curious nature
guiding him to join three as they made their way into the
night.
"Aye, laddie! I'd go along as well. I wonder if they like
to wrestle, arm or full body." Dorhak grunts and licks his lips
eager for maybe more drink.
"Heck, I especially want to know if they want to have a
drinking contest." He smiles, but it just makes him look more
hideous.
Dorhak waits for others to see if they will join.
Dorhak is a bit restless and looking to work off some drink.
Perhaps some of the 'men-things' the warriors do are contests
of strength or skill. He's all about that today.
"I'm going to visit the men in their lodge. Maybe they are
having fun. I want to go look. Anybody wanna join me?"
*******************
[Time: 8:09 pm]
Fuk, Arawn, Dorhak, Kiet and Kell all leave the camp
heading to find this men's lodge.
While the others stay in camp Z'leyra talks to the
villagers and shares stories. Z'leyra tries to learn
what has gone on for the last decade. But by the end
of the night it is clear this village is isolated. Unlike
the hunters most stay here never leaving. Over the years
traders have tried to come and share their wares. Many have
tried to learn the secrets of the Kameran but were turned
away. Four years ago there was a monster causing havoc on the
surrounding area who took out at least a dozen folks over a two
month period. That is until the women called for help and got
some reinforcements in terms of combat-shamans. One year
mud slides caused a few deaths due to heavy rains. But in all
nothing much has gone on in this particular village.
As the five move through the dark village they only have
the light from inside homes or lodges to guide them. There
are no torches or lanterns to light the way. As huts and
shacks are passed most have windows that families can be
seen relaxing or working like sewing or eating. But the
lodges all have windows that are closed that only allows
subtle line of light to escape. Only muffled voices can be
heard through the thick log walls making the lodges a very
secretive setting for those who pass by.
At this hour only a few are around. There are no streets
just paths. Farmers leading herds or market vendors closing
up and cleaning stalls are seen. At one lodge that does have
open shutters, the group can see a man teaching a lad what
looks to be pottery techniques. But all the other public shops
are closed aside from the one stable in the north.
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[Time: 8:16 pm]
After some time the only other lodge that seems to have a
great deal of lighting flooding outside seems to be the men's
lodge. Of the five Fuk can't understand a single word. Arawn
can do assured speech but the others can only get simple
requests out. They all know that being here without a fluent
speaker could be dangerous. But they know that someone like
Z'leyra might not be welcome here just as the men would not be
welcome at some of the women's lodges.
Arawn takes the lead and was told to just open the door like
a standard tavern. The Alfar opens the heavy wooden door and
the noise inside suddenly stops completely. Arawn stands in
the shadow of the threshold and steps inside out of the cold.
The lodge is larger than it looks in the darkness outside. it
is about 90-100 feet wide and 60 feet long. To the far left
is a raging fireplace with a mangle adorned with stuffed deer
and great ape heads.
The others come inside and Fuk closes the door trapping the
heat inside. To the far back wall are two things that Dorhak
begins to drool over. There are two machines with large round
circles and tubes of some sort - maybe hard plant stalks or
plant hide tubes? The winding tubes circle and circle downward
and then end over a kettle. Below the kettle is a small fire
that warms the kettle. Dorhak has heard humans making such
contraptions before they call them a still. A place to mix
stuff to make delicious drinks. There are two such stills o
the back wall each seeming to drip and drip to the warm kettle.
To the far right seems to be a open area about 10 by 10 for
an unknown reason. Who knows maybe the men do dancing here
with females? To far right of the wall on same wall as door
are a couple tables. Stacked with meats and various treats.
Arawn frowns that there are no good vegetables but that is the
way of men who relax not wanting to eat well. But there are
plenty of breads, spiced meats, jerky of various kinds and
jugs of some drinks or water as well.
For the rest of the lodge there are round wooden tables or
a few rectangular tables. Each with hard looking wooden
chairs that only men must like. There are around 32-35
men here from quick count at first glance.
Then men all stop and stare at the newcomers. The men
range form upper teens (18+) to men in gray hair probably
in their 50 or 60s. But most are in their mid 20s. Some
are holding mugs, some knives, some eating, some holding
cards, some round objects and some just sitting watching.
The air smells musty but a faint smell of redwood is in
the air from the fireplace. There is a strong scene of
spiced drinks and other booze. A strong smell of body hair
and unclean clothing hangs in the air. But now the entire
place is quiet.
Arawn raises his hands and begins to explain who they
are but a man stands. He begins to move toward the group.
He stands a bit over 5 feet wearing thick leathers that probably
took 8 deer hides to make. The man in his 50s is pudgy maybe 80
pounds overweight. He grunts then smiles. He speaks in
Kameran. "We know who you are. Word travels fast since
your visit this afternoon."
So the words seemed. But to the others it is more like
"We know you. Gossip is fast. Since coming this day
early." Something like that. Arawn tries to translate as
best he can but even he is not fully fluent.
"Welcome." The man looks behind the party and sees no
females. He smiles again. "I am Borah. We do not get
many strangers here. Maybe once every six full moons if
that. You are free to join us and relax."
Dorhak moves to the first still and sniffs. Borah wrinkles
his nose at the smelly small man. "We call it Nomz and that
over there is Pooh."
Arawn frowns and translates it as. "That is Nomz but that
is Prug?" The last word is a bit hard to understand. Borah
tries again. Arawn nods and explains it sounds like "Purge?"
Maybe a nick name of the drink?
Arawn asks about payments but Borah explains they are
a trade and barter community. After some seconds he
says. "Guests are so rare you may drink and eat on us.
Tha t is unless you drink the whole still." He glances
at Dorhak who Is inspecting the brownish broth in the kettle.
Kiet sits at a table with Kell. This causes the men
to start talking and doing their things again. But it
clear the men want to chat and learn but the language
barrier is a issue. Across the table from Kiet is a man
holding a knife. He begins to run it quickly through his
fingers so fast its a blur. He looks up losing even the
sight of the blade as it moves form between fingers and
missing by a hair. He grins showing missing teeth. "Want
to play?"
Fuk and Arawn grab some breads that is not so warm but
looks like garlic is added to it. They sit at another table
where three men are holding what look like playing cards.
But since most in this culture can't read - even probably some
of the women - they do not have numbers. They seem to only
have pictures of animals and beasts. The cards are what look
like very thin but hard parchment soaked in some mixture to
make them hard to hold. The three men then roll what looks
like a round bone die. The single die probably a finger
joint from a ape, is painted with a dot to show a number. While
many may not read they can still tell 3 dots is more than 1 dot
They roll the die and then slam down that many cards on the
table. The other rolls and slams another set of cards based on
the roll. They begin to dicker and talk so fast that Arawn
can't keep up. But it seems some animals and beasts are worth
more than others. In the end the one who drops 3 actually loses
to the one who drops 2. Arawn asks about how to play and
the men seem to ignore him when after 3 more rounds the man
shrugs and begins to explain the card types.
Dorhak asks if they drink a lot. A simple question that
even his limited Kameri gets across Borah grins and nods. He
dips a large ladle and pours some of the mixture into a job.
Then waves Dorhak over to drink. Borah pours the jug into a
couple of mugs. Dorhak sniffs and then shrugs. He inhales
the drink or half of it. As soon as it hits the throat it
begins to burn and once it hits the stomach it causes his
nerves to frazzle and he swears he sees colors in front of
his eyes for seconds. Dorhak coughs and wipes his lips wit
his sleeve. a very potent drink indeed. Dorhak then juts the
mug to the old man for a second.
Dorah laughs, "drinking aimlessly is no fun. We usually make
it more fun. We drink 5 times then throw knives at each other."
Dorhak tries to understand did he say they throw wives at the
mugs? Why would they throw their wives at mugs that would be
a waste of good drink. Then Borah places a knife on the
table and Dorhak gets the gist. "It is a skill of throwing and
accuracy not to hit the person. Not to kill. You use a knife?"
Use a wife? Why would he be married! Dorhak grunts. Oh.
Knife. The dwarf shakes his head making the bear rustle
on the table top. Dorhak does pull out a hand axe and places
it on the table. Then asks for his 3rd drink.
Dorhak asks if they wrestle?
Borah frowns. "Snuggle? We just met."
Over the din Arawn watches as a Boar-image card beats is
higher over a rabbit. The artist work is well done. But
over the noise he hears this and grunts. He yells out the
word wrestle.
Borah smiles, "yes. But body wrestling would have to
be done outside. " Dorhak rolls up his sleeve and places
his right arm on the table. Borah realizes his meaning
and knows the small man must not be that strong. Even
for a older guy like himself.
Dorhak's hand is slammed to the table. The Dwarf grunts
and didn't even realize it started. But he has three drinks
in him. So he tries again this time more prepared. To be
beat by a old man! Borah's arm is slammed to the table.
Dorhak grunts and grins which makes Borah cringe a bit.
Borah nods and massages his arm, "how about some
younger blood?" He calls over a couple of the young
bucks to play with Dorhak.
*******************
[Febris 8th, 1635TH]
[Kameran Lands - Kameran Village]
[Time: 5:53 am]
Arawn accepted the food and drink in a most grateful
manner. Discovering the presence of a bark extract in the tea
he asked Z'leyra if she happened to know the particular tree,
his training as an herbalist and forester urging him to expand
his knowledge as wandered this world.
*******************
[Time: 6:53 am]
After he tries the tea, Kiet eyebrows go up in appreciation.
It's very good and helps clear the sleepiness feeling. He looks
over to Z'leyra and asks her "Z'leyra...do you know what they
put in this tea? I think that it might be a worthy addition
to my plans. I hope to sometime soon make a garden to grow
herbs and other plants." He takes another sip and continues.
"While it might not be useful as magic, I think it might be
useful as something to have around."
Z'leyra responds to Kiet. "Yes, as a knowledge of how to
find, grow, prepare and use herbs is an important part of any
healer's bag of tricks I was taught to be an herbalist as part
of my shamanic training. Indeed my plans for a school of healing
include a herb garden and preparation room. This particular tea
is from..." and she gives a ten minute lecture on local herbs
and the teas made from them.
*******************
[Time: 7:03 am]
Z'leyra finished speaking of the tea just as the Champion
arrives for the fight.
Kiet stares at the tea. So the herb is from a rare mushroom
lichen mixture found under damp rocks on hill sides? Fremea
and Arawn listen to this and realize the process to collect
must be grueling. To separate the herb hybrid from the rocks
and avoiding animal droppings - or maybe that is the secret
ingredient? But it explains the tangy nature of the tea it
seems. Wait didn't she say that even bird droppings are added
to a spice in this or did he hear wrong? Before he can ask the
challenge begins.
*******************
[Time: 7:05 am]
Watching the fight, Fremea knew Z would win, though there
were a couple of times it was too close. She wonders if Z had
lost what really would have happened. Would she be denied access
to her own family?
Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the ringing
sound of metal upon metal, the tang of blood in the cold air
gave her even less enjoyment. Her interest lies more in
watching those about her. The flesh on display was almost a
heady bouquet to her senses. While the language was still as
alien to her as the previous night, she didn't care and was
able to ignore it.
Arawn kept a careful eye on Z'leyra's belongings, hoping for
her win while maintaining an impassive demeanor. And as the
battle closed he joined the shaman, already in the process
of procuring healing items for her to use on the champion as he
crossed the field. He knelt beside her as he assisted, all the
while taking in the lesson as he sought to expand his knowledge
from the elven to human anatomy.
Z'leyra gestures for Arawn to approach with her satchel. As
Arawn approaches he notices some men are staring as if they
are figuring this man to be servant to Z'leyra.
Z'leyra takes the satchel and opens it. Placing her luck
ring, necklace and other gear on herself. She begins to
explain to Korsa what she intends to do.
Z'leyra grabs her drum and begins to tap it gently to
enter into a light trance. This does not surprise many
as those in the know what she is doing. But the men become
a bit agitated.
Irana crosses her arms and watches.
Once in the trance and Korsa's wounds bandaged she casts
her healing spell on the champion. The green magical energy
that is a green haze forms around Korsa's head and leg
as it begins to wrap around and heal. Soon the leg is
fully healed. But as the spell ends there is still just
a slight tent of a cut on her forehead. Z'leyra figures
it healed 99% of her wounds but not fully. She sighs but
unwraps the bandage to ensure no infections.
Irana glances around at the men who are now murmuring
to themselves. She shakes her head at the open use of
magic in such a public place. While the men do know
magic exists and the women are part of it, it is
done in private whenever possible. Now the men will
be nervous for days. Irana makes a note of this and
realizes the test is over.
Korsa flexes her leg and smiles. "A fine job." She
reaches up to her forehead. "A scar?" Z'leyra explains
it will fade with her body probably by tomorrow. Korsa
nods. "A nice challenge." She reaches out to shake her
hand. Kamerans do not tend to shake hands but it seems
the Champion is aware of this custom.
Korsa nods, "now I have a hunt to prepare. See you."
She then runs toward some lodges in the south.
That is when Z'leyra notices the face of Irana. She
looks around and sees the men staring and murmuring.
Sure magic is public but she realizes that the men are
too superstitious.
Irana approaches, "we believe one of your brothers is
in Sharedon village. The other we do not know. You
may want to travel to Kaeran and see if the village
there has information. If you have forgotten I can let
you have a guide. Both villages are to the north west from
here maybe 6-7 miles. I bid you farewell and good luck."
With that Irana leaves but Arawn doesn't need to be
a empath to tell she is a bit upset on the public display
of magic.
As the crowd disperses Z'leyra does a quick healing spell
upon herself. Her wound does heal all but a small bit.
Dorhak comments on how short the fight was.
Kiet hears the ugly dwarf spout off about how short the
fight was. He has to say something.
"A real fight is over quickly if someone skilled is involved.
Only battles, with many men, take a long time."
Unali can't help but smile at this. The person who hid behind
the group in the flying island is talking about combat like
a warrior.
Kiet turns to Z'leyra and says. "Congratulations! I thought
you were in trouble after that first cut. Then I cringed when
you whacked her in the head. I was not real sure what the tribe
might do to us if you had killed her."
Z'leyra answers to Kiet, "I had planned to pull my blows, but
she was so fast and skilled that without going full out I
wouldn't have touched her at all. As to what they might do...
well the Kameri are not an evil people. They would see that
you do not have an invite anymore and simple ask you to leave...
and escort you to the border."
Fuk listens to this realizing that a fight might've ruined
almost a month's work to get here to end in seconds. Wise
decisions or bad ones? Finally he speaks up. "You seemed to use
different fighting forms That last blow to the head reminds me
of a far eastern form of fighting."
*******************
[Time: 7:19 am]
Actions? Comments?
Next Update..Monday...
GM: I think this is a good place to stop. With 17 posts
I got swamped so ran out of time yesterday. I spent
the first 5 hours catching up on the old posts that
was 600 lines of above. Then I added another 100 lines
today. It was near midnight when I finally started to
do the new stuff (not recap posted stuff). Yes 5
hours it takes a long time to format, edit, extract to
files, add to website, etc. I had planned to move
us to next village. But I think the previous night
is fine to stop for actions. Since this is out later
consider this the Friday update. I'll be busy tomorrow
so can't much until probably Saturday. So will do some
of next update then. So if get enough posts by 5pm
EST Saturday that'll be fine. Sorry for being late
but work and work bleh.
Mournath/Pyan you could join the other men but you
never posted. So it is still a option and interact.
I think we'll move on unless the men decide to hold
off longer in the lodge interactions.
GM: Arawn - I assumed you joined the men based on emails/post.
Dorhak - Let me know what to do.
I think I lost your comments on the fight. I may
have lost the email/post. Sorry.
Kell - You still around? Been quiet. For next adventure
you'll need to be super active. :)
Kiet - Can do stuff just let me know what.
Mae - Can chat with Fremea if that was your intent.
Z'leyra - How long to stay in the village? On to
which village next?
GM: Time - New folks
For the new folks you may see how I handle things by
now. There are important things to consider. The first
are time stamps and date stamps. [Febris 8th..] [Time: 5pm]
These show which part of the day things are going on. For
this update it covers about 12 hours. Folks can post retro
active things like the men's lodge fine with no issues.
Only when it affects present (last events in update) that
it can be a issue. For example say current event is that
group needs a shovel to dig up a treasure. If none were
considered then its not done. But one can't say the previous
morning you bought a shovel at the store. That would affect
the current. So it is suggested but not required to reply
in terms of these time situations. Look at John/Arawn's
posts he uses the time stamps which are great. But it
is not required. It just helps me figure out where to
place the things in the update. Else I have to assume
ere and not there. So it helps with cohesion. So feel
free to post retro old actions and new ones.
GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
Feb 7 - ????
Feb 8+- ????
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