[pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 155, Issue 4

[Gilbert Isla]

Mournath to Arawn: 'I'm an able sailor and I've spent many a month in the
deeps with shore miles from sight.  It's not something I'm pleased with, a
man should always have a bit of land within the range of his vision as seas
that wide and deep leave a man with little recourse if things go wrong.  I
can remember sudden storms nearly destroying a vessel I was on; clear skies
and calm waters one moment, the next a swirling chaotic sea beneath us and
winds and rain howling from above.  If my captain and his navigator had not
been good, true men, I'd not be alive today.  I've put to port on many a
shore and broken bread with many tribes and peoples calling most friends,
but others...well, let's just say that sometimes it's better to run than to
offer a hand in friendship. [Mournath reaches into his pack and brings out
a small, bound book]  Here is a volume i've put ink to the last page on.
It describes some of what I've seen, where I've been and a few drawings of
animals, plants and people that caught my fancy.  You're welcome to look
through it.

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> *** Febris 8th (prior to arriving at Sharedon) ***
>
>
> ?? Arawn spent the journey lightly springing about on foot, Corsaya freely
> roaming about as she pleased, the druid aware that she would remain close
> by should trouble strike the group. As the hours stretched by his silent
> walking meditation beneath the forest temple gave way to conversation,
> mainly directed at the new members of the party in between bouts of banter.
> He seemed particularly interested in Mournath, his own love of the sea,
> exploration and scholarly pursuit drawing out his curiousity towards
> another of similar bent.
>
> ?? "You're a sailor and chronicler, you say? I have some experience with
> that, as a sailor and navigator, though not as much as I'd like," Arawn
> said with a warm smile. "Mainly along the eastern shore of this continent
> and into the Sea of Tears. But I'm eager to explore more, even into the
> Great Ocean beyond the known lands."
>
> ?? "Have you been to been on many adventures? Seen many a far-flung shore?"
>
> ?? He showed a genuine inquisitiveness, eager to hear news of other places
> he had yet to see and legends yet to be discovered, as he chatted with the
> man. He even shared bits and pieces of his own voyages, though skirting
> topics that could only be held safely by those whose trust had been
> developed by mutual danger and measure of time - Lymria, the dark elves,
> and even details of the Dark Lands for now, among other things. But this
> still left plenty for the druid to talk about - from tales of Katai and
> other distant nations, to pirate raids, and even the party's rescue at sea
> by a demi-god sea serpent of the Elemental Lord, Zu. He also shared his own
> plans to one day build a vessel sturdy enough to cross the great span in
> search of unknown lands.
>
>
> *** (in Sharedon village) ***
>
>
> *5:07-5:32pm*
>
> ?? Ever generous, Arawn offered up the beds to those who so desired,
> opting instead to camp by the corral to keep the horses company. Until then
> he kept the others company, mindful of Kanya and asking the occasional
> question in hopes of learning more about the village. As other Kameri
> appeared and the invitation to join the festival offered he gave the
> villagers his thanks and appreciation, asking if there was anything he
> could do in return.
>
>
> *6:19pm*
>
> ?? As the party prepared to make their way to the festival area Arawn
> presented Z'leyra with a pile of warm winter blankets, clean and well made.
>
> ?? "Z'leyra, I don't know who the leader is here but it might be best if
> you present this gift for them to dispense. The rest I'll gather before we
> head to the capitol."
>
>
> *6:40pm*
>
> ?? Meandering here and there, but close enough to assist the others with
> translation, Arawn tasted the fare, quietly listened in on village talk,
> and learned what he could of Vahagn as worshipped by the Kameri.
> Discovering the recent changes in the hot springs the druid inquired among
> the women, being the ones most likely in the know. There magic was likely
> more than sufficient to determine the event a natural one, something not
> requiring the party's intervention, but he hoped to share some ideas
> regarding how to take advantage of the change.
> ?? Though the waters had most disappeared he called upon his well of
> knowledge, from the medicinal to the magical, suggesting such things as
> crafting theraputic mud baths, refined medicines, as well as collecting and
> trading the sulfur to those who could use it for other means. Likely this
> was stuff that had already been considered but if an idea or two slipped
> his lips for them to ponder and benefit from then he saw it as a good
> thing, hoping to see the village grow once again.
>
>
> *7:30-10:29pm*
>
> ?? Between acting as translator for others in the party Arawn found
> himself cycling back to the altar. Sacrifice was a regular part of worship,
> the followers of the sidh and other ancient forces being no exception, but
> what was given could often vary - it was the exchange of energy, giving up
> for what was given, that was important. He did not know what the Seran was,
> though he did ask about, but it seemed a rare and precious thing. He hoped
> that whatever was in the egg was young enough to not suffer and he kept a
> vigil, praying for the creature's spirit to have an easy transition into
> the spirit world and for it's own evolution as compensation for its life.
> And all the while he sent out loving thoughts to it, and to the village as
> well that all might benefit and grow.
>
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> *** Febris 9th ***
>
>
> *6:08am*
>
> ?? The continual pressure on his head had grown day by day but Arawn
> pushed past it as best he could when the others began to rise. Sipping
> Kalya beside Dorhak he gave the dwarf a grin as he dealt with his hangover
> and grumbled about last night's wrestling match.
>
> ?? "If you'd like I can show you a few moves that you might be able to
> pull off next time," he offered between sips of spiced tea.
>
>
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>
> *** [I don't think Z wants to finish home alone so if you want to join
> that's fine.] ***
>
> ?? Scott, not sure who this is directed at or what you mean?
>
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> Subject: [pnpgm] A family home
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> Maelorna inspects the mechanisms of the crossbow and ignores the world for
> a few minutes as she checks that it weathered the cold well enough to
> function.  Once contented that all is well with one of her prized
> possessions, she looks warily as the door bursts open with the three girls
> bearing food and drink.  While still unable to understand their words she
> can smell the food and the sickeningly sweet tang of alcohol as they walk
> by her.  She takes a few moments to savour the smell and samples a bit of
> the food, before pouring herself a tankard and drains it, closing her eyes
> in appreciation, feeling the long missed burning in her belly that spreads
> the delicious warmth throughout her limbs, which from the reddening of her
> pale cheeks shows how quickly it affects her.  then pours a bit more.  She
> tilts her head in the direction where Lucria is and with a warm knowing
> smile upon her lips and languid grace she steps over and hands him the
> tankard, while her emerald eyes smolder with desire, hunger and the promise
> of pleasure.  She runs her fingers over his shoulder and steps back looking
> at him playfully, but turns about and heads over towards where she chose
> her bed.
>
> Upon hearing the translation about a festival Maelorna thinks for a moment,
> then grabbing her grooming kit as well one of her gowns, the other having
> been soiled from the previous town.  She unfolds the black gown and shakes
> it out, the seamstress designed the gown to tease anyone observing the one
> wearing it and Maelorna had taken a fancy to it.  True it's fashion had
> long since passed in civilized locations, but for her needs, it never
> failed to cause hearts to race or make men forget themselves.  She lays it
> out and grabbing her grooming kit, she heads out for the midden.  Once
> cleaned up, she steps back into the room and without any care of whom might
> be in the room let alone watching her, disrobes, letting her clothing pool
> upon the floor about her feet.  With well-practiced motions, she slips the
> black gown over her shoulders and pulls at the drawstrings of the bodice
> tight and takes a practiced breath, before pulling them tighter and once
> satisfied, she ties them off, before walking about, letting the skirts move
> and flow about her legs, before slipping on a pair of soft boots and
> checking for the fit..
>
> She walks up to Lucria before they leave, "With your indulgence, perhaps
> you would be my guide for the festivities?" she asks playfully.  "It's been
> ages since I've been to any such gathering, " as she whispers more to
> herself, "That didn't include the marks I had to play companion with at the
> discretion of Master Gniled." as she smiles hesitantly.  "Forgive me
> please, I've overstepped my position if not my place."
>
> <<18:40 the festivities>>
>
> Maelorna enjoys the food as well the alcohol but finds the people enjoying
> themselves much more enticing than she had felt at the previous settlement,
> for once glad that her other half is keeping quiet and she suspects that
> the alcohol might have something to do with it, but doesn't care.  She
> starts to lose herself to the enjoyment of being there, for once glad to be
> herself and not some pet.
>
> <<19:30>>
>
> At the sound of the horn, Maelorna pauses mid drink and looks over at tall
> male in the ornamental armour and blonde hair and her hunger for more than
> food ignites anew.  What he carries she could care less, as she decides to
> try and take a chance, possibly to see if he is truly as he seems or just
> another simple male.  The light touch was enough to put her off and it's
> evident in her eyes as she can see he is nothing but a simple male.
>
> <<22:29>>
>
> Maelorna looks about for Lucria, but sees Arawn instead and thinks for a
> moment and then walks up to him, warily unsure of why she chooses such.
> "May I ask you a question?" she asks in Marentai.
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