[pnpgm] Game Update #133 - File #1001 - Quest discussoion

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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
..Upus............Warrior.Gerald.Ford........Ma..Normal/Barbarian Warrior
..Z'leyra.........Healer..Alex Koponen.......Fe..Human/Shaman/1st Mate
..Barbosa.........Warrior.Npc................Ma..Dwarf/Outcast

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         Game Update #133 sequence (file #1001)
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         [Recap]

            From Raddok: [Re: Actions[
                 [Ma 9th, 11:59 AM]
                 (OOC to GM: this is a wordy 
update; please feel free to edit out what seems to be repetitions)

                 Raddok's mind was still a bit dazed after the morning’s long 

            GM: Ack. Posted it all since unsure 
what is good to lose and not lose.

            From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
                 Fremea wonders if there really 
is any need to be here, as the 

            GM: Ack. A good post love the double meaning.

            From Opus: [Re: Actions]
                 Opus is ready for any adventure 
anywhere he is not sure of much 

            GM: Ack. That is one thing I should 
say.  For these updates stuff is in      Dwarf 
Elder which you do both know.  Since live in a 
dwarf nation. ;) So for this area its dwarf elder 
unless like Kimis does below or others state 
otherwise like Marentian then you will understand it.  Good first post.

            From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
                 While trying to be alert to dangers as any bodyguard should, 

            GM: Ack.

            From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
                 Dorhak sighs at the request.  He 
knew there was something not 

            GM: Ack.

            From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions[
                 Z'lyeyra's head jerks around at 
the mention of demons. Striding 

            GM: Ack. Congrats you are post #1000!

            From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
                 Kiet listens to the Eastern 
Lands lecture with rapt attention.  

            GM: Ack.



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         [New Stuff]

         [Ma 9th, 1636TH]
         [Time: 11:59 am]

            Raddok's mind was still a bit dazed 
after the morning’s long lesson on the various 
cultures & countries of this Western (Eastern? - 
he was now thoroughly confused what to call it) 
land they had been ported to. He now bitterly 
regretted having not had the opportunity as a lad 
to learn to read & write. His father’s estate 
manager, however, had secretly taught him numbers 
& principles of estate management, but the boy 
Raddok had rebelled at learning to read the 
official documents involved with it, since his 
father had refused to acknowledge his existence. 
Although the staff all accepted Raddok as a 
legitimate heir, the only one in direct descent, 
the young human child had always just ‘blurred 
out’ during those reading lessons, and snuck out 
to run around the estate, talking to various 
farmers, loggers, miners and other staff employed 
to run the various enterprises that made his 
father, a Legionnaire, a rich man (if a 
fairly-often absent landowner). He liked the 
people, but stayed out of his father's sight once 
he realized that his father would turn his back whenever Raddok came into view.

            All he could do, without any means to 
record the information they had all received, was 
try to remember country names that seemed to be 
good folks & those that sounded good to avoid. 
But he felt rather overwhelmed by the end of the 
morning, with no way to write it all down. He was 
briefly bitter about it, but realized quickly 
that there were a lot of sharp minds among his 
friends, and they would have no hesitation about 
sharing their own views of what they had heard.

            If having the tome had brought them, 
however inadvertently here, maybe this was a home 
for it – of some sort anyway. But he felt that 
the more experienced members of this group he had 
joined, might have gleaned more from all the information they had been given.

            Raddok was more than ready to hear 
them all out before making any decision of his 
own. Between them, there was a lot of information 
that might help make the decision for their next 
movements, and whether or not the tome went with 
them, or stayed here in whatever vaults this besamar community offered.

            Raddok still felt some discomfort 
here, despite his familiarity with dwarven 
dwellings and dwarven works, but maybe it was 
just the ancient presence of giants. The folks 
here certainly seemed to accept his own weird 
group, and he had become fond of his new friends, 
as oddly mixed as they were. And now they seemed 
to have enlarged by one or two more members.

            Raddok laughed to himself. Does this 
bunch always gather up such strays as they 
venture out in their search for justice in various parts of the world?


            Fremea wonders if there really is any 
need to be here, as the dwarf drones on and on 
about all the land stuff. She does think that 
there could be a point to some of this, then he 
goes on again to another place. So boring. Then 
he mentions the Fae and she does listen a bit 
more closely, she always thought there had to be 
more places, but she was not given that during 
her 'training'. Then he moves on again, and she 
just starts to look around the large library. She 
thinks of the library at home, and wonders how 
Kaylle is. Her face softens as she thinks of him, 
and hopes to see him again soon, maybe for another dinner or lesson. She sighs.

            Then Fremea notices the weird human 
looking at her again, and she tenses some. Why 
does this being stare? If they weren't guests in 
the place she would just ask, in her own way. 
Showing her smile, not smile at that to the 
human. Ugh! Etain and Arawan! Why did they teach 
her to behave in other company this way, to wait 
for the right opportunity and to be respectful?! 
She shivers a slightly, realizing that they are 
done with the information and the dwarf is 
getting a bit weird, something Arawn said. Of 
course he did. They are asked to go with the 
other dwarf, these ones all look a bit the same 
to her again, only no beards, still so weird.

            They are finally brought in the dwarf 
court, not sure what that is called here, and 
still these humans are with them too. Why? Gods, 
she needs to be able to fly around and think, 
maybe she could come up with what is going on. As 
they enter the court, her hand goes to the 
dagger, sensing more tension than before, she 
looks around wondering what is about to happen 
and prepares to do what she was trained for. Then 
the tension is released as the other dwarf tells 
the guards to leave and for the party to sit. She 
calms herself and looks at the other humans, 
still wondering why they are there at all.

            The dwarf tells them the king is 
missing and asks for their help. Damn, why don't 
they just pick a new one and be done with it. Not 
like royalty really is all the important. They 
always seem to make dumb decisions. A flash of 
the scene on the roof of the library pops in her 
head of being bowed to and called Queen. She 
shakes her head. "Fine, let's just go find this 
king of yours." Under her breath, 'not like it 
seems to matter.' "Though one question, I 
understand why our group is here, I am not clear 
on why them?" She uses her head to acknowledge the other humans in the room.

            Crix nods, “a valid question.”  Kimis 
seems to grunt as she is curious as well.  “If 
the tome bought you here.  There is a bigger 
destiny...”  Fremea rolls her eyes whenever folks 
mention destiny its like this super special thing 
but its not that big a deal.  “...that maybe 
things are linked.  Maybe Bes or others have a 
hand in this?This is why we've not demanded the 
book back.  We are in desperate desire to 
safeguard it.  But it has to be your wish.  As to 
them.”  He turns to face the two orange eyed 
humans.  “You spoke of fleeing your land.  This 
is something not normally done if ever.  I would 
dare to say you are the first to leave your 
area.  I'm sure you had a  valid reason.  But if 
you are here to flee and explore this is a way to 
do so. Saving the king would go a long way to 
having the respect and duty to protect you from 
your people.  This sanctuary ...” They crinkle 
their nose and clearly don't understand the word 
so Crix rephrases.  “Our hospitality would be 
boundless.  Plus...you clearly do not fit in here 
well.  That will take time.  Saving the king 
would make you honored guests and heroes.  You 
are not obligated to help. None of you are.  But 
if not we only ask you ...keep this silent until it can be resolved.”

            Kimis grunts, “heroes...get...stuff.”

            Crix shrugs, “this could be arranged.”

            Opus is ready for any adventure 
anywhere he is not sure of much what is being 
said, but he has heard of the word cave before . 
He is just ready to leave his home.  He does have 
some fear of going to a cave. He seen the scared 
looks on the faces as they talked about a cave, 
but he just doesn't want to be back home.

            If Kimis wants to go, he will follow 
her anywhere.  He slowly raises his head and 
shrugs his shoulders to Kimis in a fashion that 
behooves confusion. He then blows her a kiss. He 
is just glad to be here, anywhere but home and 
with Kimis. Far far far away from home as one can get..

            All of a sudden his thoughts flash to 
the past and a angry scowl crosses his face as he 
lowers and rapidly scratches his head in a deeply 
nervous fashion. Embarrassed by this he stops and 
hopes no one notices, and tries to look natural.

            Kimis nods, “I go.  Just one 
question.  If king dead do we still 
.are friends?”

            Crix nods, “of course.”

            Kimis smiles and turns to Opus then 
speaks in her native tongue only he knows, “We 
use them and have fun.  You wanna?”

            While trying to be alert to dangers 
as any bodyguard should, Z'leyra listened and 
appreciated the lecture. She has enjoyed learning 
her entire life and liked that the speaker was enthusiastic about his subject.

            Dorhak sighs at the request.  He knew 
there was something not right.  He looks back to 
Grix (no, Crix!  That's it!) and says, "yes, I 
think we will need to discuss this. Especially 
since some of these people have not agreed to join the crew."

            Kimis leans to Opus and whispers, “what is crew?”

            Crix nods and bows, “certainly.  Just 
tell the 2 guards outside to fetch me when you 
are ready.” He moves to the door, “they are there 
not to keep you here but as their normal duty as guards.”

            after Crix leaves, Dorhak 
continues.  "Bah!  I’m not sure this place is 
secure enough for the Tome if they can’t keep 
track of their King!  On the other hand, I’m 
inclined to help with this.  We need help to get 
home, and there should be some reward if successful."

            "Be warned, however!  If they go to 
this extreme to keep the loss of their king a 
secret, it wouldn’t surprise me to have them try 
to keep us permanently quiet.  As in betrayal and 
death.  If they give us rewards, the kril will 
wonder why us foreigners are being so honored."

            "Before we begin, I want to make 
certain at least one of you magic slingers can 
deal with demons.  They are one of the biggest 
dangers in the tunnels.  It’s why the priests are needed in a dwarf Kril."

            Kimis frowns and narrows her eyes, 
“daemons? If they can be hit with a axe they can be dealt with!”

            Barbosa considers this all, “the 
reason I came here was to regain some 

..honor.  I was never a dwarf in high regard 
back home before I was captured. Many picked on 
me.  Doing this...if they even believed 
it...would possibly change that. I almost died a 
couple days ago.  What else can go wrong? I'm game.”

            Z'leyra's head jerks around at the 
mention of demons. Striding over she softly says, 
"I am not the world's expert on demons, but I do 
know an enchantment that can help protect against 
them. Given a few days I could make and enchant a 
brooch, belt or bracer to help the wearer in any 
encounter with chaos creatures such as demons. 
Given a week I could make three or four such items."

            Kiet listens to the Eastern Lands 
lecture with rapt attention.  This is more 
information about this area than he even knew 
existed!  It’s not like Kiet had any expectation 
of knowing about this, but all sailors 
talk.  Some tell kraken tales, some just shark 
tales. But there were always rumors about this 
area, just no details, and all of it third or 
fourth hand.  Now there are details 
enough...enough to get himself killed back 
home.  Those secrets were enforced, if the rumors were true.

            Afterward, finding out about the 
Besamar king missing, Kiet begins to think about 
the details necessary.  First of all, we have 
three unknown 'companions' joining us.  Some 
dissemination of abilities and experiences are 
needed, and just from the Red Ones and our 
one-eyed thief, but the rest of us will need to 
cough up info for them to hear.  Fremea should love that part.

            Probably before that, the language 
issues need to be removed.  Easy, though.  There 
is also the question of food, water, and how do 
we see in the dark. Even the elves and dwarves 
can’t see in total dark...and neither can Kiet 
even with his night sight spell.  He wonders how 
long he can keep that spell going now. Hmmm.  It’s been used every night watch.

            Kiet hasn’t spent any time 
underground.  He doubts he will be of much use, 
but there'll be two Dwarves plus Raddok.  Maybe 
even Pyan can put his trailing skills to use.

            Hmmmm...food...Kiet wonders if his little toys will work.

            Barbosa sees Z'leyra stand and move 
across the room.  Guess seating is over. He turns 
and looks around.  “So I gather...Myself, Dorhak 
and them.”  He nods to the red skins.  “Are wanting to help out.  Any others?”

            As Barbosa speaks, Kimis also stands 
drawing reflexes from some like Fremea and Unali 
to reach for now missing weapons.  She moves 
toward Fremea.  She kneels down on her haunches 
to be eye level.  Then glances around.  She 
whispers  in her native tongue then when Fremea 
looks confused to Dwarf Elder.  When Fremea 
doesn't seem to understand that – she has been 
using Raddok to translation this entire trip – 
she glances to Raddok and coughs.  Kimis frowns 
and Opus moves to her side patting her 
shoulder.  Kimis stands and scowls.  Kimis 
repeats louder and Raddok translates.  “You hear 
to watch me?  I grew up among you but I grews,” 
Raddok keeps that word spelled correctly, 
“up!  You will not...not..let me be and I'll let you be!”

         GM: Actions? Comments?

             Next Update – Tue/Wed.  Depending on what day I haw free.

         GM: Dorhak has said ok for quest.  But 
I'll see if others want.  Once Dorhak gets Crix 
back in we can move on.  Will try either Tue or 
Wed depending on spare time.  I think I may have 
solved the email issue.  ISP spam got some 
emails.  So spam is fully disabled.  If not who knows!


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