[pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 154, Issue 23
Gilbert Isla
bislab at gmail.com
Thu Jan 26 07:20:25 CET 2017
Mournath joins the man-party as well, divesting himself of anything that
would be seen as improper or rude.
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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...
>
> -------------
> He met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though...
> ------------
>
> 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.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> [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."
>
>
> *******************
> [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.
>
>
> *******************
> [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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