[pnpgm] Game Update #109 - File #422 - A Broken Man?

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   HT Aliaver/Player    DS    Character Name    Type    Status/Notes  Sex
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   R1.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid  .Normal/Alfar .. Ma
   --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
   R3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma
   R1.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human  ..Ma
   R4.J H Hooten........YN..Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human....Ma
   W4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human  ..Fe
   R1 John.Stowman......YN..Will..............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
   R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human  ..Fe
   -- Npc...............YY..Etain.............Teacher.Normal/Elf......Ma
      Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell, Wolf - Will

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      Game Update #109 in sequence (file #422)
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      Admin Notes: None.
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      [Recap]

        From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
          Fremea finds it fascinating how Kiet can keep this going...

          "We need to find out who his superiors are and where the...
        GM: Ack.

        From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
          "You...will....die..." Mavac gasps as the others begin

          Kiet looks up to him without expression and says "We all die at
        GM: Ack.

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      [New Stuff]

          [Sepes 29th, 1634TH]
          [Location: City of Samma, Donara]

          [Kiet/Unali/Kell/Fremea/Raban  Group]
          [Time: 12:09:03 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Fremea finds it fascinating how Kiet can keep this going for
          long. It seems to her that the human would perish too quickly.

            "We need to find out who his superiors are and where the
          operation's main headquarters are located. There always is some
          place orders come from."

            As Mavac is being helped along with his opening up of
          information, she watches Grosis and even smiles at him.

            Mavac threatens to kill the group but in particular Kiet.

            Kiet looks up to him without expression and says "We all die
          at some point. It's just that for some, that time is sooner than
          for others."

            As the feet start to roast and blister, Kiet moves the coals
          a bit away from the feet and uses a wooden slat or that old tool
          handle, and whacks the bottom of Mavac's feet.  He then looks up
          to Mavac and asks him, "what is your name and what is your
          official position?"

            Through gritted teeth Mavac stares at the wooden ceiling.
          "I already....said that...pay...attention.  Captain Mavac
          of the ...City Guard."  He looks at Kiet with clenched jaw.
          "I work the south district for this city."

            Kiet beams slightly, "very good!  We are making some progress.
          Now, to whom do you report?"

            Mavac quickly spits out a answer.  "Your mother!"

            Kiet tsk, tsk's and says, "this is so unnecessary.  Certainly
          you understand that we can do to you whatever we wish.  But only
          you have the power to stop this.  So tell me, to whom do you
          report?"

            Mavac grins and a tear runs down his cheek not from sadness
          but from the obvious pain to his body.  "My father...he
          treated me far worse.  Ever have your nose broken so bad that
          it was anything just to breathe?  He may have been a coward
          wife beater but he taught me toughness!"

            Kiet ignores this and moves the pail of coals back over his
          feet while he continues to beat various body parts from his
          legs up to his shoulders.  Kiet repeats the questions but Mavac
          seems to endure.  When Kiet reshifts the coals onto a part
          of his feet that seemed to cool, blister and harden again Mavac
          screams this time as the wound reopens.

            Kiet then moves to the water bucket and raises it with help
          from Fremea toward Mavac's face.  Kiet asks for Fremea to
          hold his nose tight.  Then Kiet begins to pour the water which
          is enough for a horse to drink, down the guard's throat.

            Mavac begins to choke on the water and some drain from his
          mouth but most is swallowed by reflex.  As Kiet drives the
          water into the man he beats his swollen belly with the rope
          a few times asking the same questions.

            "Who are your men."

            "Where do you keep your slaves. When and how do they get
          slaves. Who did you sell to. Where do you keep your
          records. Where is your profits stashed."

            Kiet continues to ask the same questions over and over
          as he draws water, heat and beatings upon the poor naked
          man.

            Mavac begins to cough without mercy and Kiet is forced
          to stop for a few seconds or kill the man.  There is time
          for that but for now answers must be given.

            As Mavac begins to cough a bit of blood he suddenly jerks
          and screams.  The smell of burnt flesh wafts out of the
          bucket of coals and Kiet glances to his feet.  He can see
          that the tendon and muscle just above his left leg has
          completely burst open and bone is now revealed.

            "I am a dead man....if I tell you...but I'm a dead man
          either way it ..seems.  I have....nothing to lose.  Just
          kill me now."

            Kiet shakes his head and smiles.  No.  Not now not when
          you want it, Kiet considers this to himself.

            Kiet stops the water and moves to the slivers of wood
          and reaches for a hand.  A simple ancient technique of
          material under fingernails is simple but effective for
          most females but for strong men it takes considerable pain.

            Mavac spits at Fremea who slaps the man.  Mavac begins
          to grunt as Kiet works on his fingernails.

            Then Fremea notices Grosis become even more pale.  When
          Grosis sees Fremea staring he glances away.

            Then Kiet simply pops off Mavac's index right finger nail
          in on swift shove of the sliver.  Mavac does a minor yelp
          and grits his teeth so bad Kiet can hear the grinding of
          his teeth almost to the point of breaking them.

            Fremea sees Grosis turn and begins to speak but then
          shuts his mouth.

            Without warning Kiet whacks Mavac with the rope in
          his groin after letting the rope heat up near the coals.
          Mavac screams.

            "I...I...will tell...but I won't to leave here...in one
          piece and alive." Grosis groans.

            Mavac turns and glares at Grosis.  "You scum sucking rat
          shut your mouth!"

            Kiet pops another fingernail off his center finger and
          forces Mavac to stop speaking.

            "I've been out of the game.  But I can tell you what
          I know...but I must have ..assurance of leaving here
          alive and ...in one piece?"  Grosis looks to Fremea and
          then Kiet.

            "I'll kill you myself!" Mavac yells.

            Mavac tries to free himself but Kiet beats him with the
          rope strap down back on the table.

            Fremea smiles inwardly, the sniveling coward caved in as
          she guessed he would.  But would she make a deal to let the
          scum free?  Sure he was a bad man.  Beat and mistreated her
          but was it from the environment he was in or from his personal
          intentions?  Fremea can hear Arawn in her voice saying to
          give the man a second chance.  That all creatures deep down
          have some good in them.  Fremea growls slightly and shakes
          the voice form her mind.

            Grosis look sup at Fremea and Kiet.  "I may be out of
          the loop. But I can get you to the direction to ask the
          correct questions.  But if only I can walk out of here alive
          and in my current form with ...nothing missing or hurt."
          He does a sly smirk that some recognize form Kell's own
          face when he is about to do profit or hopes to profit from
          a deal.  "What do you say?"

            Grosis continues, "time is going by.  Mavac might be
          missed and if so our...his people will go to hiding.  More
          time you waste things could get worse to shut them down.  You
          could torture me for it but that could mean those poor slaves
          might get hurt or killed."

          [Time: 12:15:21 am - Samma city, Donara]



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          [Kell/Unali's Group - En route to Tavern]
          [Time: 12:09:20 pm - Samma city, Donara]

            Kell lifts a few ringers to Unali's hair and pretends
          to move hair out of her face.  But in fact he tries to
          look behind him and look around.  When Unali does not
          react, Kell nods.  "Shall we continue?"  More a question
          than comment.  He turns around and continues on the path
          down the road toward town.  He'll see what Unali decides
          to do and act as backup.

          [Time: 12:10:00 pm - Samma city, Donara]


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          [Arawn/Jordi's Tavern]
          [Time: 12:25:00 pm - Samma city, Donara]

            Arawn sits back and watches the group disperse.  He tries
          to recall the laughter a bit earlier.  He sensed nothing
          from it but its laughter not magic.  In the back of his
          mind though it seems somewhat familiar but as if from a long
          dead or long lost friend.  Arawn shakes his head and figures
          it might just be his mind playing tricks on him.  At least
          that is what he hopes.

            Arawn smiled amicably a the laughter, later allowing the
          questions posed by the humans in the aftermath of his speech to
          drift into silence. He might have just pulled the session back
          on track, perhaps even influenced it in a positive manner, but
          with his prior faux-pas he decided it would be best to allow the
          elves, who were more aware of the intimate details of the
          conspiracy, to address such things.

            He cast a surreptitious eye towards those exiting, only turning
          back when the general rose to address him.

            "And what would that be?," Arawn replied to the general's
          question, his demeanor floating somewhere between bemusement and
          actual questioning.

            The general waves a hand dismissively like chiding a kid
          from a bad lesson.  "Come now.  We are beyond that I believe.
          But if you insist.  An Alfar?"

            At this the other two remaining elves glance over and stop
          talking to each other.

            Arawn simply nods, "Then, yes."

            The general sits back in his chair making it creak and moan.
          "This is highly unusual.  In fact I don't recall one ever
          visiting us in a many centuries."  He frowns slightly.  "This
          could be either a bad sign or a good sign.  Did the court
          send you to help us or stop us?"

          [Time: 12:28:21 pm - Samma city, Donara]


                             ---Ending Time---

          [Current time for each group]
          [Time: 12:15:21 am - Samma city, Donara] - Fremea/Raban/Z'leyra/Kiet
          [Time: 12:10:00 am - Samma city, Donara] - Kell/Unali
          [Time: 12:28:21 pm - Samma city, Donara] - Arawn

          Actions? Comments?

          Next Update...Friday...???

          GM: A small update but its good enough for now.  A couple
              places for reaction before I continue.  I'm off Thursday
              so will work on next update Thursday afternoon if enough
              posts to come in.

          GM: Kiet - Good stuff.  I've saved the last 2 emails on what
                your actions are.  So once I hear back on the deal I
                can continue.  So enough material to work with.

          GM: Tasks to do -
                * Find mysterious Mage      - Upcoming updates
                * Sell loot if possible       Upcoming Updates

          GM: Teams -

              Jordi's Inn - Arawn
              Barn        - Fremea, Raban, Kell, Kiet, Z'leyra
              Inn         - Etain, Will

          GM: Loot -

              2766 BB From Grosis's place divided up.
              That is 307 BB or basically 3 Silver per person.
              Remainder of 3 BB will say given to the beggar
              Raban told to go raid his home.

          GM: Just to keep for my own reminding...

              "Who are you. Where do you live. Who do you report to.
              Who are your man. How did you get into the slave trade.
              Where do you keep your slaves. When and how do they get
              slaves. Who did you sell to. Where do you keep your records.
              Where is your profits stashed."








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