[pnpgm] Game Update #131 - File #991 - A lecture and a plea
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Character Name Type Player Sex Notes
..Arawn...........Druid...John.Haight........Ma..Alfar/Backup Navigator
..Dorhak..........Warrior.Kevin.Newark.......Ma..Captain/Leader/Dwarf
..Fremea..........Sidh....Tobie.Bonahoom.....Fe..Faerry/Archer/Magician
..Kiet............Acrobat.David.Sanders......Me..Human/Magician
..Mournath........Sailor..Gibert.Isla........Ma..Human/Navigator
..Pyandalgor......Hunter..Panthera...........Ma..Human/Hunter
..Raddok..........Miner...Bess.Hadley........Ma..Human/Miner
..Tsia.Phan.......Thief...Don.Ker............Fe..Human/Thief
..Unali...........Ninja...Wout.Broere........Fe..Human/Dagger Maiden
..Z'leyra.........Healer..Alex Koponen.......Fe..Human/Shaman/1st Mate
..Barbosa.........Warrior.Npc................Ma..Dwarf/Outcast
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Game Update #131 sequence (file #991)
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[Recap]
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
<i don't think Scott say this
email, so making sure he gets it>
Fremea looks intrigued by this
comment. "Learn to fly?" Fremea
GM: Ack.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
[Time: 12:48 pm]
Overhearing Crix mention
'Marob', the wizard, Arawn's eyes narrowed
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[Time: 1:12 pm]?
When Upus and Kimis enter the
banquet room Arawn smiled and gave
GM: Ack.
From Tsia: [Re: Actions]
Tsia looks over at Arawn and
back at Fremea, "I.. Â it is a curse,
GM: Ack.
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
Kiet sees these red-skinned
barbarians, no offense Z’leyra he thinks
GM: Ack.
From Raddok: [Re: Actions]
[Yay! I got my email back -
never lose your temper & try to log in several
times when your email handler says you've been
locked out due to password errors - lol. It took
the AT&T lady 10 minutes to get me unlocked & my
password reset - yet again(sigh)]
[Time 12:48 – 1:00pm, Ma 8thh]
Raddok looks in all directions during their tour, saying
[Time: 1:112 pm]
Raddok is enjoying his meal when
the room gets quiet & he sees
GM: Ack. Glad you got email fixed.
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
Dorhak looks forward to the
lunch. Trail rations, especially
GM: Ack.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Action]
Z'leyra responds to Raddok "I
have seen few Dwarfs, and those all
GM: Ack.
From Raddok: [Re: Actions]
Raddok answers Z’leyra.
“Yes, I’m seeing how similar these
GM: Ack.
From Tsia: [Re: Actions]
Following the group Tsia has her
hackles raising as she doesn't see
GM: Ack. Since you speak Marentian it
would be translated as best they could but a lot
would be said in Dwarf elder or Marentian to remain aloof.
From Pyan: [Re: Actions]
Pyan can't help but stare at the two red newcomers. He
GM Ack. Nice to see your post.
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
Fremea enjoys it when there is
more open area, she is not all
GM: Ack. This post was earlier in
order but I misnumbered it so in this order.
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[New Stuff]
[Ma 8th, 1636TH]
[Time: 12:45 pm – Kris Bes – Capital of Beam]
While the party waits for entry into
the kril at the gate, Tsia speaks to Fremea about flying.
Fremea looks intrigued by this
comment. "Learn to fly?" Fremea shakes her head a
little, forcing the thought to coalesce. "There
are ways to do it magically, is that what you
mean? Or want to have wings? Not so sure about
that part. And not allowed? That part just
doesn't make sense. Do what you want, or maybe
you are under a curse? Maybe Arawn can take a look."
Tsia looks over at Arawn and back at
Fremea, "I.. it is a curse, but it's a family
curse. The Kami gave me a way to try and escape,
it.. it takes much to fulfill their demands," she
offers. "I think I'm allowed, but as little as
they trust me now, if they knew what the kami
gifted me with and what my curse is, I do not see
them allowing me to stay," she whispers softly
while looking down, the first time it seems she isn't angry, more scared.
Raddok looks in all directions during
their tour, saying nothing because he feels
speechless & doesn't want to miss anything. This
place is bigger in some ways than other dwarven
mines he had visited, but still seemed
well-organized & productive. He would have liked
to see a mine tunnel, but there was plenty to see
just here. When shown onto the Upper-Downer, he
is intrigued by the structure, and carefully
moves about a bit to look over the ropes, holding
carefully to the safety rails – noting the two
sizes and the pulley rings, & wondering what he
cannot see from this platform. He has never seen
anything as big as this, although he's seen small
conveyors built into inn walls a couple of times,
used to carry small amounts of food or linens up and down 3-floor buildings.
“I've seen small tray platforms like
this, used in a couple of large inns I've
visited. They were only large enough for a couple
trays of food, or a stack of clean linens, and
were controlled from each floor. They called it a
laundry chute. I'm amazed at this. I've never
seen anything that could lift so much weight –
especially used by someone actually inside it.
This is – very clever!! But their word '˜chute
seems to be too small a word – uh, term? - for something this large.”
Crix shrugs, “its a simple matter of
fulcrums, weights and pulleys. Mostly not seen
here. If there wasn't..what do they call it..a
counter weight? It would never work well. If you
know of a better word...name let us know. Kids
here have joked calling it a dunk-a-nator or a
height-vator. But seems weird.”
[Time: 1:00 pm]
During the tour by Crix for the party of the Kril.
Overhearing Crix mention 'Marob', the
wizard, Arawn's eyes narrowed in thought.
Studying the system he turned to Crix and asked,
"This man, Marob, by any chance is his name
Ki'ama Marob? If so I believe my companions and
your people both know the wizard and would love
to hear the story of his time here. Do your folk
still have close ties with him?"
Crix shrugs, “he sought this place
out. This was what..150..160 years ago? Yes
that was his full name if I recall. I was just a
young blacksmith in the kril then. I only saw
him here and there. Wait..” He narrows his eyes
and stares at the Alfar. “You speak like you
know of him?” He opens his eyes and shrugs.
“Impossible of course. Humans just don't live
that long. He'd be dead for a century! Silly elf
humor huh? He just said he was in search for
something. I guess the old king, now dead as he
was over 200 years old then, is only one he gave
details about. But I got impression he wasn't
looking for a thing but a person or persons. For
who knows what. He probably died in some dusty
cave looking for sometjing. Crazy
wizard....probably not even a good wizard at that!”
Fremea enjoys it when there is more
open area, she is not all that pleased being
underground again. No real room to move and no
real place to go. The up/down platform is
interesting and she uses it to fly some,
stretching her wings out, so they don't cramp on
her. It is fun to watch the faces on the weird
dwarves faces, since they have no beards.
When she hears about the vault and
how impossible it is to break in, she is
intrigued and wants to know more, though she
keeps to herself just in case that is a bad thing
to ask about. She will keep an eye out for information about it though.
Tsia also thinks about this
vault. She is no master thief but she does like a challenge.
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[Time: 1:12 pm]
[Kril Dining hall]
When Upus and Kimis enter the banquet
room Arawn smiled and gave a friendly nod to
both. He wondered at their appearance, as to what
type of beings they might be, but was careful not
to allow his interest to show. When the pair
moved past he whispered to Crix, "What are the Diumag like?"
Crix whispers back, “very isolated
people here. We allow them to be in our
territory as they don't interfere with us and
vice versa. In fact,” he looks over his shoulder
at the 2 orange-eyed humans, “they are the first
I know of to leave their area. Only a few
select Bes enter to deal with things. I got
impression they may be needing to flee their land
for some reason. They are what most would call
barbarians but our Archivist insists they are
humans even with their strange..appearance. Many
of the human males find the female oddly
attractive but the other makes them go away. I
suspect they are a ...what do couples call it? A object? No. A thing?”
Kiet sees these red-skinned
barbarians, no offense Z’leyra he thinks to
himself, and has to wonder. He has heard stories
of large, red-skinned savages occasionally
enslaved, but seeing one, he has to wonder how
they could be enslaved. Of course, his people do have it raised to an art form.
Kiet decides it might not be wise to
introduce himself. One never knows if they have
had a 'passing acquaintance' with his countrymen
and hold a grudge. Nothing keeps him from
observing, however, and Trying to learn
something. It’s a shame, too. The hairless female is kind of cute.
Raddok is enjoying his meal when the
room gets quiet & he sees the Diumag enter. He
feels he's staring, and quickly looks back at his
nearly-empty plate. Another race that he has not
met before. He looks back up at them and smiles a
bit shyly, then resumes his meal. But he can't
help glancing across at the two red-skinned folk
so – large, yet not. Nice face, but serious, he
thinks, seeing how the female is studying their
group and the others in the room. The male
appears to be in charge, but is not noisy about
it. Always something new happening, he thinks, &
smiles to himself, a bit ironically. He whispers
to Z'leyra, “Have you seen their like before, or hear anything about them?”
Raddok answers Z'leyra. “Yes, I'm
seeing how similar these Kril folk are to the
dwarves I know. Although dwarves I've met around
my home, Donara, are usually a bit less inclined
to allow so many non-dwarves among their home
caverns and mines. Maybe they've had to make
adaptions here, but it feels somewhat – foreign –
to me. And who are those red-skinned big ones?
Have you ever seen anyone like them – or
know anything about their kind? They feel like,
well, an envoy, although they are supposed to be visitors like us.”
Z'leyra responds to Raddok. "I have
seen few Dwarfs, and those all had beards. These
appear to be the same, but without the beards.
Dwarfs are renowned for their metalwork and mining expertise."
Dorhak looks forward to the
lunch. Trail rations, especially as a pretend
slave, aren’t exactly long term culinary option
of choice. One step above starvation.
It was a real surprise hearing these
people talk about 'Marob'. While Dorhak didn’t
know this guy personally, some of the group
members most certainly knew of him. Some spoke
of him with respect, others (Kiet!) maybe not so
complimentary. He kinda likes that kid.
Then, Dorhak gets a really rude
surprise when a big red giant walks in with his
girlfriend. That last giant was more than
enough, now we have to have one here? And these
Besamar invited him in? This is such a weird
place. Combine this with their boast of ‘making'
giants make this kril (or at least the front
door), and Dorhak’s alarms start going off.
Course he probably figures that
boast is a lie or far from the truth.
After lunch, and when we can all
gather together, Dorhak decides to tell what’s
going on as far as the Tome is concerned. He
starts with explaining what their Runemaster
asked about, and what a Runemaster is.
"Well, we have an offer from our
hosts to store and protect the Tome in their
vaults. That’s all well and good, but there's
just something not right going on here. I cannot
put my finger on it either, but that, plus what
little we know about these people, makes me
unwilling to leave it here. The question, then,
is what to do with it? I would love to take it
to Kril Shrandor but from here, how would we get there?"
"What say you? About Tome or how to get home?"
Barbosa speaks up, “runemaster I've
heard of but our village is so small I've never
seen one. I think they cast magic? Dwarves doing
magic...amazing! As to Tome I defer to others
like the pointy-ear one. But have you noticed
something? You'd expect a dwarf king to make
himself seen for guests? Or is this not normal?
Or do they get guests so much he ignores it?”
The others consider his words deeply.
When Dorhak asks the group about what
to do about the tome, Raddok quietly shares his
questions about the racial mix of these caves,
asking Dorhak if his own (Raddok's) experiences
with Donaran dwarves, and those he met & worked
with in the forested mountains west of Donara
were more usual than what he sees here. He had
felt amused at times at how suspicious the gruff
(cantankerous?) dwarf was, but Raddok had also
noticed how often the dwarf's precautions had
seemed wise in these strange places they found
themselves thrown into. He truly wanted to know
what his companions also thought about this place.
Raddok spoke softly. “At first, I was
pleased to see all these folks living & working
peaceably together, but I still wonder why the
gates were so very, very strong coming into this
place. It makes me a little bit nervous about this whole area.
“Maybe your feelings are right and we
should take the tome with us. But we'll need some
sort of map or maps to get us where you feel we
need to go. And it would be good not to anger our
hosts if we choose not to share it. How do you
all fell? You have more experience than I do
about being among strangers, even affable ones.”
Barbosa nods, “Gnorf said the Besamar
are known as healers, artists and musicians. We
dwarfs are known for that but we have or warrior
side. I've seen some with weapons. But I see
these folks as pacifists if that's the word. Why
would such folks be in such a strong fortress?”
Following the group Tsia has her
hackles raising as she doesn't see any route to
escape other than from the front entrance.
She glares about with her one eye and
notes any weapons she might see and look at later
in closer detail, at least she hopes to.
The room filled with the besmen and
humans eating gives her pause but she moves on to
try the food, if they were attempting to poison
them it would be all too easy, but seeing the
others having little trouble she eats her fill
and listens all about her to the various
conversations if she can follow any of it.
Pyan can't help but stare at the two
red newcomers. He remembers hearing something
about a red skinned deity/patron spirit of beauty
and war that one of the neighboring tribes pay tribute to back home.
Sitting the dining hall, she hears it
go quiet and looks around to see the two humans,
she takes notice, but just shrugs, they almost
all seem alike to her really. She turns back to
study the food and pick at it, this is not her
normal fair. As she does, it seems she gets that
uneasy feeling of being watched and turns to
notice the female staring at her and then taking
glances towards her. Fremea shivers and wonders
what is going on. She looks to the dwarf showing
them around and asks who they are and why she is being stared at.
Crix explains again, “isolated humans
who live nearby. It is rare to see to have them
leave their domain if ever. I've not heard of
such. But she does seem to have a interest in you though.”
Opus eats a hearty meal. He has a
large appetite and burps loudly and Kmis says a
few words in their native tongue. But it seems
evident she chastises him on his burp and
manners. She mentions all this, while she
consumes more food then opus, but she consumes
her food In a more organized and less sloppy
manner and seems to chew all her food.
Opus with his mouth full of food
replies more of their words in a gleeful way.
But the empath Arawn can clearly see love was in his reply.
Back at the party's table Unali listens to the others.
Unali speaks of the tome, “If these
lands are far off the coast of Lemasa, then
sailing home would bring us to Katai and the home
of Ki'ama Marob before we reach Kril Shandor by
any means. We could ask him if he is aware this
copy exists. We might even ask him for advice
before we cross the ocean. He could possibly tell
us where we are, as he clearly has been here before."
[Evening...]
That night Crix leaves the party to
explore. As said earlier free reign is given to
all those who explore. Raddok wants to see a
mine but guards tell him they are closed – no
lights at night so you'd risk exploring but free to do so.
Raddok asks the miners he sees about
the mines and learns there are technically a
network of 32 mines. But at least twenty are
shut down or used up. At least 8 are still
active. But unlike most dwarf mines these are
short tunnels he learns maybe only a few hundred
feet each. They mine by far mostly ore but one
mine does give a bit of gold. Another mien does
coal but they only use it when needed.
The shops are explored and examined
by some in the party. Stares are given to the
Diumga when they are seen. To a less degree
stares are at Arawn, Fremea and even Tsia due to
her missing eye. But it is not blatant offensive stares.
Those who wish to stay up later find
a cave that serves as a cantina full of ale, rum
and whiskey. Dorhak and Barbosa enjoys the fine
mixtures but the whiskey is a bit too strong.
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[Ma 9th, 1636TH]
[Time: 6:21 am – Kris Bes – Capital of Beam]
The party is awoken by female Bes who
tell them they are invited to see the King in
about 45 minutes. Breakfast of soups, hot
breads, fruits, veggies and some meats like ham
and bacon is served in the cave-quarters.
Those who drink last night have a
massive hang over as they hear the banging of
steel on steel in the shops and growl.
The Bes tell them to leave all
weapons and they will be searched for safety. No
need to dress up as its not expected since may
not have full clothes. But human clothing can be loaned if needed.
Near 7am the party arrives on the
royal level. A group of 8 warriors watch as the
party is searched for weapons. But they do not
seem to care about magical rings or amulets just the sharp blades.
The group is escorted by a few guards
down a long hallway past large wooden doors with
locks that show unique status here. After a
dozen or so doors they reach a large cave with
tables and chairs. A old Bes male sits at a
table looking at a book. He looks up and waves
the group inside and to take seats.
The man stands and shifts a stack of
books and scrolls to the side. Before he speaks
the door opens again and a guard ushers the 2
Diumga inside! The party glance at each other and
the 2 strangers also wonder why they are here.
“Hello I am Largen Mragren Chief
Archivist here.” Base don his looks he must be
over 200 years old. “I've looked into this
Va-he-ar place? We have no records but it seems
many centuries ago we were in a coalition with
dwarves, elves, humans and even some Fae. We
spread out far and wide to find ancient
tribes. We had need to destroy ancient items or
at least safeguard them. Based on Dorhak's
description and this Sea of Cries..no..Tears? We
may have chosen one such place as this
island. Mighty elves helped to create
magic. The suited armor does seem a waste of
resources but there is note of that. We had at
least 5 such places around the middle world and 1
in the lower world. This..tome...there is note
that implies there were 3 such copies of the same
book. A race called the Lymians or was it
Lymrians harvested this book. The tomes were so
powerful destruction was not possible. So we hid
them. As part of this coalition if you found the
book we are obligated to keep it safe if you
wish. But we will not force you to give it up.
But keep in mind evil forces would kill for that
book. As you hold it there is great risk to
you. It is said to create great stories called
hurricanes and that alone could destroy entire
land areas. Imagine what a enemy fleet could do
with that! It seems you escaped a pre-made
portal by the elves here. I doubt it is a 2 way
portal but we can investigate that later. So
some of you had questions of this place.”
“This is the Eastern Lands as some
call it in the Western Lands. But it's relative
as they are the East and we are the west. If one
believes in a true sphere of our our world.” He
unwraps a large dusty map. It is not of great
detail but it shows the generic shape of the
mini-continent. Humans have far better map
making skills. He begins to speak of various places.
“Here the Kor are very primitive
people. They say they worship Kotothi forces and
are said to be dumb humans. That is not as smart
as most. There is a report of a twice normal
sized giant as ruler or something. ...”
“Here is the kingdom of Lamara they
are a odd civilization. There is said to be a
huge curse empire wide. Due to past dealings
with leaders they betrayed. The curse is tied to
the moon but has various effects like subject to
suggestions or huge sexual mandates. ...”
“The Illon tribes here revere the
panthers and the Panthera. For a long time they
were isolated and ignores outsiders. Until Lemasa
and Jard invaded. Now the tribes are in misery
with slave trade and turmoil. ...”
“The Narbeall live over here. We are
friendly with them and trade with each other. We
understand elves and even half elves live here
among the humans. But the bloodletting between
the red...” He glances at the new strangers in
red and changes his words. “The red skin and
white skin barbarians have torn things apart but
it does not pull over to us. ...”
“Here the Aleon (also known as
Elfheim rule. IT is said about 1100 years ago
Finvarra promoted Lord Aleon to the rank of Duke
of the Western Lands. The hill he took over was
in sad shape. Hordes of goblins and trolls
assailed it. Over two centuries, he corrected
that state of affairs. Over hundreds of years
they finally got rid of the Kotothi forces from
the land. Elfheim is ruled by a old elf and a half elf....”
“Here are the Arman who are known for
their forestry and agriculture. Armani legend
speaks of a place called "the Holy Realm."
According to their belief, they dwelled in this
sacred realm for many millennia. It was heaven
but it was not forever. Evil came. After
centuries of war, the sacred land was ravaged
beyond hope. The people who served the sacred
were forced to leave. Most, the Arman and Aleor,
sailed west. A smaller group, the Armagh, chose
to travel west. The refugees reached the western
continent 450 years ago. They found wild forests
and hills. Knowing it to be a place intended for
them, and suitable to their needs, the Armani
landed en masse. The Aleor continued up the coast
and a smaller group headed south.
.”
“The Cimor once had far bigger land
areas until driven back to their mountains here
by many wars. We do not understand much of
them. But they have no love for any other group
so will seek to harm others. So they are isolated.”
Kimis grunts and stands up speaks in
a mild Dwarf Elder, 'why we here?”
The Archivist shrugs, “I was told
some may be interested in this information and
was told to give this things. I'm sure answers will become apparent soon.”
Dorhak wakes up from his drunken
stupor after leaning on Barbosa shoulder and
murmurs something about ale. Barbosa tapes his
leg and quiets the Captain. The captain grumbles
that he wasn't asleep just resting his eyes. All
this boring...then a bit of more snore is heard.
“Zandilor is home to the oldest city
here on this continent – Zandilor some two thousand years old! ...”
“Tolneg was a military colony to
counter the barbarian raiders here on this island
but become a nation in itself...”
“Valera you may like.” He smiles at
Fremea. “Valera is the realm of Faerry in the
western lands. Valerian and Magdalena, the son
and daughter of Oberon and Titania, rule
it. There are some say 7 Faerry hills here...”
“Little is known about the group
called Baobhan here. I'm told they look like Faerry but ...not quite. ...”
“Pasqul like most here had their ups
and downs in expansion. They are keen on elemental spirits
.'
“The Empire of Jard is such a big
empire and stain on this land that I could speak
for days on it...” Some moan and come up with
excuses to leave in their mind. “But will just cover the highlights...”
“Vulca was said to be twice the size
of the current island here. The humans were
known for their science and research. But after
centuries of magical warfare civil war the island lost its glory and size....”
“This area we call the Vile Lands are
ruled by Kotothi forces so we speak little of it.”
“Here the wild hills are. The humans
present in this area tend to be hard case loners,
small unscrupulous bands and strange individuals
of various kinds. Many consider them to be Chaotic beings.”
“Little is known about this area
called Death's Home. It is a very mystical place
we are told but beyond that no Bes has returned from there.”
“The Deserts are ...” Dorhak snorts
awake hearing food but then grunts when its just
sand deserts. “This is the home of the western
Nar'morel. Some say this is the most dangerous
place in the world. So we avoid it...”
“This is the Caldera...hmm..actually
I'm not allowed to discuss this area.”
“The Sea Elves live here. We are
told they do not associate with any other elves
for some reason. So very isolated bunch of elves who love the water.
.”
“Here we are in Besam. Up here is
Harn which we kind of sort of control. I don't
understand the politics myself though. Some 200
years ago Mokar landed here from some far off
land. His family under Bloody Jason raided the
coast until we intervened. Here is where the
Diumag live.” The two bald strangers squint at
the map and confused they can't live on
paper. This Bes must be insane. “Here is a
group of Nar'morel and human émigrès. They
accept the way of Besam so we leave them
alone. Here”, he points to places in the
mountains, “are our other Bes and dwarf krils and
villages. Here is Kril Bes where you are.”
Kimis turn sot Upus and grunts in
mild dwarf elder, “he crazy we don't be on paper we here. Let's go I'm bored.”
The archivist then points to the last
area, “here the Lemasans colony residents are.” Kiet perks up.
As the 2 bald strangers stand the
door opens. Crix steps in, “hate to interrupt
this lovely teaching moment but we can now
discuss your future unless you rather all stay?”
Everyone but Arawn immediately
stands. Kiet hesitates but how long have they
been in here? Half a day? Arawn finally stands and sighs.
[Time: 11:45 am]
Crix says its been almost 5 hours and
that’s when the party groans. “Over in that area
we have food and drinks. I need everyone in that
room at end of hall by those 2 guards in 15
minutes. Thanks you.” With that he moves down
the hall to that door as the Archivist cleans up his books and scrolls.
Those parched get food and
drink. The bald ones eat lightly and head to the
exit but guards tell them they are requested to
be also in that room. Kimis stands in front of
Upus and grunts and assesses the guard wondering
if this is a trap but Upus places hand on her shoulder and speaks softly.
[Time: 11:59 am]
Finally the party arrives and the
guards open the doors to all. This cave is 30
feet high with large candle chandeliers light up
casting any shadows away. It is 50 feet deep and
60 feet wide. It is bare except for a set of
cushioned satin chairs and a simple stone throne
with cushions. A single door to the left is seen
maybe where the King comes from. Crix stands in
front of the non ornate throne. Along the wall
are 12 guards holding pikes, maces and wearing
chainmail. That s when the party feels this is a
trap so does Kimis. She look to the closest
guard to disarm and use his own weapons against him.
But before this happens Crix claps
his hands startling some. “Clear the room and this section of the level.”
The guards leave the room and close the doors. “Please be seated.'
With hesitation the party takes
seats. “First I am sad to report we have no
boats. Harn does. The exact distance to your
home is uncharted. There are rumors of maps and
such but we’d have to track them down. In the
meantime we have a
.problem we seem to need
outside help to solve. What I say here today is
not to be disclosed under extreme measure do you
understand?” He eyes each person and waits for
the Diamga to get understanding. 'Around three
months ago roughly we uncovered a ancient
mine. It was closed for centuries. There was no
record of it and I suspect it was erased from our
records. This may be tied into your
.Vahear
thing. Wasn't your quest start in around that
time?” He waits for ascent then continues. “The
king and our best miners explored the cave. A
group soon disappeared. Down a long and twisting
cave. We sent at first 4 miners and they never
came back. We sent 4 human miners and they never
came back. Our...king never came back. I
implore you to help find him and use your skills
to save him and the others. If you are
willing. In exchange I'll see to it in my power
to get you home. What do you say? We've
...contained this secret for now to not create panic.”
Dorhak grunts so he was right. This place never felt right.
GM: Actions? Comments?
Next Update – Tue/Wed. But we shall see...
GM: I wanted to do a bit more on each
area but with time and other stuff short version
was given. The
in his speech includes more
details I just didn’t have time to role play.
Consider the info about a EL10-15 in Scholar for
the land area knowledge wise. ;) Very basic
stuff. Stuff has been going on here. Last week
mom was involved in a hit/run and her car was
totaled. Lucky the insurance will pay it off and
we now got to get her a new car asap since rental
is only a week left. So I suspect this week will
be busy on that so may not have time to do update
so be prepared. This gives you enough time to
comment or such. She is in pain with sprained
lower area but alive so that's good. Cop could
not trace the driver by his license so probably not a citizen.
Now with that said! Welcome a new
player! Upus is played by Gerald Ford. Kimis is
a npc. Gerald can post here now openly. Welcome
aboard! The other player who wanted in back in
Jan has yet to contact me again. So who knows.
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