[pnpgm] Game Update #105 - File #745 - Sharedon @ blizzard gate
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. Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Al.. Ma
...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma
--.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
W3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma
W2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma
R4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe
...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe
...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma
R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma
R3.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra
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Game Update #105 sequence (file #745)
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[Recap]
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
  To those of the party nearby Z'leyra says "As ....
GM: Ack.
From Mournath: [Re: Men]
Mournath joins the man-party as well, divesting himself of
anything that would be seen as improper or rude.
GM: Ack.
From Mae: [Re: Actions]
Maelorna passed Lucria by with a light playful caress...
GM: Ack.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
Z'leyra's Necklace:
If no one else has this on their calendar to use Arawn will
suggest that Fuk use the Necklace in an effort to learn
Kameran.
Armor:
I seem to recall some PC's armor being destroyed in
battle. Unless they've already found replacement armor Arawn
would suggest that they see to bartering with the Kameri
regarding replacement armor or at least let Arawn know so he
can barter for armor when he visits Cetric's village for
supplies.
Lodge:
Arawn gave a nod of greeting as he crossed the lodge's...
"Thank you, Borah. And thank you, everyone," he said,...
[OOC: Arawn, sensing that the men want to talk will pay
attention and do his best to help initiate communication
between party members and the kameri.]
GM: Ack. Fuk to learn? Interesting. It is up to the pc to
fix/get new armor. I think it was probably Pyan and Kell.
But they'll need to decide. Kameran probably would not
have much more than leathers.
From Mae: [Re: Actions]
Maelorna sighs and happily relaxes, happy to not be....
GM:
Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Febris 7th, 1635TH]
[Kameran Lands - Hills South of Kameran capital]
[Time: 6:54 pm]
As the party makes camp the group settles in.
Maelorna passed Lucria by with a light playful caress upon
his shoulder as she giggles and stops as she finds Fremea and
then turns her gaze upon the man staring at her, her smile warms
while her eyes promise him more in a glance than a wife might
offer in his lifetime. However, the Fae's actions cause her
more than a momentary pang of envy. While keeping the male's
attention as almost an afterthought, 'See how easy it is little
one.' the familiar voice whispers, 'just ask him to do
something for you.' as Maelorna for once isn't arguing, she
can see it in the man's eyes. However, her attention diverts
from him to the fae. The dexterity employed with the fae's
fingers is something she can only dream of, as the knife finds
a new home and Maelorna almost wanted to cheer, as she can
already guess the outcome and chaos that will ensue from the
actions.
Once the show is over and Fremea has lost the entertainment
from her victims, Maelorna has to fight the urge to follow the
voice's instruction and stops herself, while her enjoyment of
teasing the man hadn't ended yet, the companion she sought
after had moved on and she walks by the man with a slow
languid pace, giving him a knowing smile and sidelong glance.
Mae sits down next to Fremea and doesn't say anything, just
glad for once to be near another who has to hide in plain
sight.
Fremea glances over at the red head and back toward the
villagers. Then glances back again. This strange red
head seems to want to speak but does not. Then from somewhere
behind them a voice, "...I just had it here in my belt!"
Fremea smiles and watches Z'leyra pace waiting for Irana to
arrive.
*******************
[Time: 8:16 pm]
Arawn gave a nod of greeting as he crossed the lodge's
threshold, his air echoing the silence of the hall while
maintaining confidence and approachability. His eyes swept the
room as the others filed in after him before settling on Borah
when the man broke the lull about them.
"Thank you, Borah. And thank you, everyone," Arawn said,
extending his words to encompass all those in the lodge. "Your
people are generous and kind. May prosperous blessing find their
way to your folk."
Arawn then settled in, partaking of drink and bread sparingly
so as to keep his senses about him. He knew that a cultural mis-
step could hamper the party's effort and realized that he'd
likely be needed as a translator as well. With barter the norm
Arawn touched on the topic as he examined both Nomz and Pooh,
wondering if a bottle or skin of each might be taken with him
for the rest of the journey.
The man with the knife in front of Kell and Kiet begins
to go back and forth. The man looks up and grins. He
offers the two to play. Kell is fascinated and doesn't
realize he places his palm on the table. The man stops
and leans over and begins to go back and forth. Kell
realizes this and starts to pull back.
Just as the others settle down and are shown the merits
of the club the door swings open again moments later.
The door opening causes the man to slip and knicks
Kell's fourth finger. But it is a small cut not even
worth the size of a paper cut. "Sorry!" The man grunts
and pulls back and sits down. It seems the two don't
want to play the game.
A grumbling Mournath enters shedding cold from his arms
as wind blew leaves all over him. Bad enough he had to
catch up to the group as he decided to join the others
at the last instant. Then the attack of the leaves hit
him. Then he lost the group with that small man almost
running when he hears of booze. For a small man he seems
to move fast.
Mournath sombers over a table. There is only one chair
one table over by Kiet and Kell. Three men are sitting
there just holding mugs drinking. They stare at the
man. One of the men begins to speak many confusing
words.
Arawn stands from his card table and comes closer
to translate. "He asks how it is to drive logs. I
think he means being a sailor..."
Dorhak drinks his third mug of Nomz and then saunters
over to Pooh. Such weird names. Borah pours a mug of
Pooh and on the first sip it knocks Dorhak for a bit. It
makes him stagger backwards and cough. The drink is
thick and zesty but it pours down like hot coal. Borah
laughs, "it takes time to get used to."
Dorhak seems to hear, "time to get to it." Dorhak's
eyes water and his nose begins to drip a bit. He wipes
his mouth and nose and snorts. This is something far
more dangerous than ales back home. This could probably
kill a dragon! Probably at the very least make him blind.
Dorhak raises the mug again and wants more. Borah laughs
and pours more.
The man across from Kell and Kiet puts his knife away
as the boring men watch. His pal pulls out some objects
and places it on the table. Three of them look to be
large animal bone joints or maybe finger joints? It is
as if the bones are carved out inside and a side is chipped
away making a 3 walled bone thing. It almost looks like
a small drinking cup if it weren't for the open side. Then
the man draws out from a bag marbles. They seem to be
large spheres that are probably some animal parts. Maybe
the inside of some cow that grinds food? They seem small
enough spheres to be round. Kiet wonders if they could
be shaved eyeballs?
The men flicks one marble toward the 3 cut-bones It
passes one. Then a second and it ends up inside the second
cut-bone. The man explains the rules. Kiet tries to keep
up and both he and Kell get vague ideas. Enough so they
can play. Seems like you try to place all 3 of your balls
inside. But the others can try to knock it out and take
its place. A simple game of coordination and dexterity.
For the next 20 minutes Kell has some problems with only
landing one of his balls but it bounces back out again.
But Kiet uses his skills as acrobat and juggling methods
to get 2 inside. It is a constant back and forth game.
*******************
[Time: 10:23 pm]
Dorhak asks about the making of this Pooh. Borah
explains and Arawn tries to translate. But the
words come and go. After two hours drinking Dorhak
can barely count his own fingers and keeps seeing
his beard hairs catch fire or so he thinks. But it
seems the man talks about some pondscum mixed with
a mixture of a cave lichen only found in the area.
The lichen given time in the sun decays but it causes
some reaction and burns the other additives - something
about barley, oats and a certain mushroom. Dorhak
wonders why Arawn is worried? So what if the mushroom
kills, some of the best poisons make great dangerous
booze! But Dorhak asks that the lodge stops spinning
and decides to eat some old bread.
Mournath has explained the merits of sailing and Arawn
has helped. By now Mournath is taught the card game
or at leas tries to. Since its image based there is
little need for words. So they play for a long time.
Kiet and Kell play the marble game and are blasted by
Pooh. Mournath samples it but it reminds him of
a boot-booze mixture troops make in Bhamotin. After only
three full games in the 2 hours Kiet wins one marble
game and Kell wins none. The other 2 men at their table
win 1 each. But they have had years of practice.
By this time though the men have begun to leave and
only about 6 remain. It seems they have females to
get home to or families.
Dorhak tries to talk to one man and gets rather upset
almost kicking the man. Then Arawn explains he is
talking to the wall. Dorhak then realizes he may have
drunk a bit too much. Arawn urges him to place his head
on the table for just a few minutes. But within seconds
Dorhak is snoring.
Arawn tries to listen for the last two hours on what
the men talk about. But it is mostly farming, hunting
and other quaint daily life. The men are eager to ask
questions but do not. Only a few brave ask a question
or two.
"Why did she return?"
"Is she staying?"
"Is that red head hitched?"
"Who brings a kid along on a long trip?"
"Who gave her the right to wear that sword?"
Arawn tries to answer as best he can. But even
he doesn't have all the answers. He learns very
little on changes or things going on aside from who
is doing what to whom or why does the butcher cheats
this man and not another. Quite boring stuff that
only the life of a villager would want to know.
*******************
[Time: 11:50 pm]
Borah stands and explains that he and the others must
head home. The group gets the hint as the lodge closes
for the night. In a city this place would be hopping
busy this time of night. But in a small village like
this not so lucky
The party argues for a time who has to carry Dorhak.
The issue of the booze and of him is the problem.
But in the end two men carry himself and plop him on
a mule like a sack of corn. They lead it back to
the camp.
Arawn asks if he could take a drink of both with
him in a skin.
"Sure. Pooh is harder to make and takes almost
a month to make. Nomz is faster only a few days.
Just best not give that small one some. I think
he wanted to chew on my boots?"
*******************
[Febris 8th, 1635TH]
[Kameran Lands - Kameran Village]
[Time: 6:54 am]
Dorhak wakes up with a massive headache, pain in his
ribs as if rode a horse all night and a odd itching in
his groin that must be a side effect he believes of Pooh.
Last thing he recalls was Arawn talking about how to
collect and kiss a mushroom? Why would that man want
to kiss a mushroom? Weird man. Then the spiced drink
is given and within 10 minutes the hangover seems to
fade away.
Dorhak recalls some wrestling. But it seems the men
all yelled when he threatened to disrobe and do it like
real men wrestle.
***************
[Time: 7:19 am]
Z'leyra looks up at the sun in the cloudy sky as it
breaks through. It is nice to be home and seeing the sun
in her homeland. But even so she feels as foreign as she
did in Ticasi. She sighs and watches as the village goes
about its business. Watching Irana move away after she
clearly is upset.
To those of the party nearby Z'leyra says. "As soon as we
have finished an early midday repast we should head out to the
next village. I am told, and vaguely remember, that it is six
to seven miles northwest of here. We should arrive well before
supper and have time to greet folks and set up camp before we
eat and it gets dark. If the weather is low overcast we may
request a guide, but more likely Corona can find the village
and guide us." She pets Corona and gives Corona a bit of jerky.
Z'leyra's proclamation wasn't unexpected and Mae was happy to
accept it, preferring to move on to possibly another town or
city, she moves to change into her traveling attire and armor.
Fuk crosses his arms and leans to Lucria and whispers. "We
travel all this way almost a month. She waits half a day
before we head out?"
Lucria nods, "maybe she doesn't want the true revealed?"
Fuk sighs, "that is what I figure as well. We'll have
to get this done one way or another."
Lucria lowers his whisper even more, "what...if she is
found part of it? We can't take on this group ourselves?"
Fuk looks to Z'leyra as she jogs to find Irana. "We
can hope they have honor and will not fight. Else we
are probably dead."
Z'leyra then heads off to find and talk with Irana.
"Irana, I apologize for being so open with the magic. Though
we have traveled through lands where open use of magic is
forbidden I have traveled with companions knowing of and
relying on my healing skills, both with bandaging and with
magic, for so long that I had forgotten that here in the Kameran
we are not so open with using magic. I shall endeavor to
remember better in the future."
Irana pushes her hair back and nods, "You did fine on
the magic. But the men..." she looks around. "I'm surprised
they aren't whispering up a storm." She pauses and considers
her thoughts. "Three years ago we were attacked by creatures
from the south. They attacked several villages. We had to
use magic to defend ourselves. But the men who are proud
warriors felt they were ignored. The others felt that they
were not wanted. Others felt that eventually they will be
subjugated completely. They believe magic will make them
slaves and they'll lose their essence. It took almost
a half year to quell the situation." She leaves Z'leyra
eyes and looks around not wanting to explain more.
"Irana. I left with my father just after completing my
shamanic training. I haven't been here for many years. I was
quite surprised, though not at all upset, that the champion
was a women. Could you tell me of what other changes have
happened in the last ten years here in the Kameran?"
Irana considers, "you plan on leaving when?"
Z'leyra estimated by late afternoon.
Irana nods, "then join me. I have duties. I will
try to explain."
Back at the camp the others wonder how long Z'leyra
will be gone. They look for things to do. They are allowed
access to the village but with a good speaker gone like Z'leyra
at leaves only Arawn and Kiet.
Maelorna sighs and happily relaxes, happy to not be worrying
about being hunted or where she might find herself or next mark
for that matter. As she gives a soft sigh, the man won't leave
her mind as a predatory smile creeps across her lips, she can
feel her skin starting to tingle from the imagined feeling of
his flesh and life coursing through her touch as her heart
beats quickly, while the all too familiar hunger builds. "No,
stop, damn you, no no no, not here, it's not a town or a city,"
she whispers to herself as she scrambles away from Fremea.
She tries to smile warmly but the look of fear is evident as
she realizes what she may have said and worse had looked like.
"Sorry, forgive me, I need to.. uh, check my pack." she tries
to cover her nervousness and wonders how long she can hold off.
All the while, the voice pleads.
***************
[Time: 8:53 am]
For the next hour or so Z'leyra trails Irana as she goes
about her duties. Irana occasionally stops and explains
things. While the speech is over the hour it is something
that draws Z'leyra in.
"Some 7-8 years ago. A woman from the west came with
a group of others. They were lost and sought help. It
was a very strange language. They were very white like
as if sat in the sun all day. The woman was very charismatic
and talked about how men and woman were equal. That in
her culture all were the same. We granted her help but
it causes issues. Soon the men would believe in her words.
Even after the woman's month was over the men gathered and
sought change. Why were they denied in these women's lodges?
Why must they only hunt. So on. Also women around the
area begin to think as well. Why should they sew and
cook all day while the men could sculpt and craft things?
A year later the first female wanted to be a huntsman
champion. While women do help out in our battles it is
rare as you say. This woman learned to be a great
hunter of bear. As the men continues to strive for
more roles the leaders were wary. Two years after
the visit of this woman from the west a group of men
entered a lodge where the female were learning sexual
magic includig birth survival techniques. A fight
ensued and the leaders had enough.
A conclave was held and a compromise was decided. Men
could do more but still not join the lodges of the women.
Women could do other jobs and not be aligned into the lodge
groups as normal. Thus Korsa choose to be a champion
and learned to fight. We know that not every female is
adapted for magic. So this will help to allow our
society to grow. This is the main set of changes. There
may be others but we are more isolated here in the south.
Maybe if you visit Kameran village you could learn more."
Z'leyra considers her words and figures if Clima had
found such change then could this improve the society
of Clima or make it worse? Z'leyra returns to the camp
just as the others are escorted to a large eating lodge
for a good bye early lunch.
***************
[Time: 10:39 am]
With little fanfare the party gathers their gear and
horses and heads out. Z'leyra has decided to head to
Sharedon village to see if brother or family may be
there. This is where her family lived.
The party walks since not all have horses. The wind
in the hills is pretty intense with temperatures ranging
from 32 to 48 degrees.
There is a path or two in the hills that are used
by folks who go from place to place. It is not much
more than foot paths and at times is hard to find.
Corona flies overhead for hours. But only at twice
during the trip are others seen. A couple hunters in
some distant hill and a lone rider who stops to explain
he is a miner from the north going home to his village.
***************
[Time: 5:07 pm]
As the trip continues it is only 6-7 miles. But
walking is slower than riding. At times the hills
are rough terrain. The hills go up and down in a
dizzying fashion. What might be called tall hills
to the Kameran small mountains are seen every once in
awhile. Since the elevation is hard to determine it
hard to tell the "mountain" heights.
Soon the group spots a short mountain to Z'leyra but
to Dorhak it is a simple hill. She calls it Blizzard
Gate. The village up ahead is Sharedon where her mother
was from and hopes to find her brother. As the mountain
rises the village line the edges. This village is maybe
twice the size of Irana's village. But it is pretty much
the same style of village.
Unlike the first village little attention is paid. It
seems word has already come of the party's approach.
A young girl greets the party, "we were expecting you.
A lodge house has been set aside for you. It fits at
least 8 fine. But I'm sure you can get the others inside
with ease. At least it'll have beds and be warmer. Come
this way. We'll corral your horses over there..."
Actions? Comments?
Next Update..Friday???
GM: I had hoped to finish this Saturday. But things go in
the way and started couple hours later than wanted. So
I tried. But alas its Monday. I had hoped to do
more on Sharedon. But I'm a bit too tired for now. So
will do the next update or at least prepare it Wednesday
afternoon. Aside from the men's stuff theres not much
to do at this point. If there are actions for Sharedon
let me know.
GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
Feb 7 - Fuk -Kameran
Feb 8+- ????
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