[pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 154, Issue 26
Gilbert Isla
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Tue Jan 31 07:06:56 CET 2017
Mournath will take careful note of all that transpires, for later
transcription into his travel journals. He has an interest in the
ritualism involved in the gathering, what rites they perform and what gods
are called upon. He speaks little, unless spoken to and answers with a
care to not make a cultural misstep that he could avoid.
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> 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 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," he 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."
>
>
> He 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.
>
>
> [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.]
>
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> 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.
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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.
>
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> [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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