[pnpgm] Game Update #6 - File #81 - Rebel Entanglements
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HT Player Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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FH.John Haight...........Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar... Ma
...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma
--.Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
W2.David Sanders.........Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma
...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe
...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma
R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
R4.Wout Broere...........Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe
R4.Alex Koponen..........Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra
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Game Update #6 sequence (file #81)
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[Recap]
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
Kiet looks thoughtful then continues "Hmmm...do any of...
GM: Ack.
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
"Well, how about we fetch some cold water then?"
GM: Ack.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
Despite the messenger's attempt to convey a sense of...
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"Take this," came a voice from behind the group gathered ...
GM: Ack.
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
She eyes the captain, remembering he did treat her...
GM: Ack.
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
The dwarf asks his question about what to do with...
...human and smiles, then says "Laddie, I think you've...
GM: Ack.
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
I believe I gave a list to you about what Kiet brought with
him. Since nothing was mentioned about any trouble, merely a
summons, he did not bring everything.
GM: Ack. I'm lenient on this. But if had no weapons Z could've
let you borrow from her manor? If anything one can TP to
get weapons.
From Mae: [Re: Actions]
Maelorna smiles warmly as she scrutinizes the captain...
...it shows with a growing reddening of her cheeks."Perhaps...
GM: ACk.
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
Gods!, thinks Kiet. I wish the dwarf wouldn't...
...insult Dorhak, and says "I learned how to extract ...
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Marqi Frisda 23rd, 1636TH; Sivas, Marentia]
[Time: Earlier - Sivas City]
Despite the messenger's attempt to convey a sense of
urgency regarding the summons Arawn remained indolent, settling
into worship as the man returned from whence he came. Only after
his prayers were done did the druid rise, releasing a bit of a
sigh as he had hoped to visit with Raki afterwards but deciding
instead, for now, to acquiesce to the conveyed imploration.
Smiling as he met Corsaya's eyes he slipped easily on to her
bare back. A short whisper into her ear and she took off, fading
out of view in the near blink of an eye as she sped off to
Z'leyra's manor...
[Time: A few minutes before - Sivas City Docks District
Damon greets the party and bows to Fremea.
Fremea eyes the captain, remembering he did treat her fairly
well. "Yes, it has been a interesting year. It might be good
for you to come by and visit. You never know what my kids would
be interested in learning. You might just be surprised. I am
sure my parents would love to hear from you." The last part a
jab at his part in the story they know nothing about.
Damon turns to Mae and does his charming playboy routine.
Maelorna smiles warmly as she scrutinizes the captain as he
regards each of them, then as he turns to her and takes her
hand. She was glad she chose the gown she wore, it might
prove effective at least. She gives him a playful look as
takes her hand and kisses it and finds her heart skipping a
beat. 'Don't, you, dare you stupid girl, he's just a rutting
human, like all the others you've dealt with as cattle' her
other half warns her as she finds herself flustered and it shows
with a growing reddening of her cheeks. "Perhaps if we survive
this endeavor I might show you where to visit me," she can't
help herself as she looks at the Captain and finds him very
much to her liking.
[Time: 10:16 am] - Sivas City Docks District
Damon finishes the tale of Dorhak's plight.
Then she pauses, gauging his words, he sounded rather nervous
or anxious. "Any species is a viable subject for slavery, many
are even happy to accept enslavement in exchange for that which
they desire," as she smiles, "Just as my kind are slaves to
their base desires, the Court ensures it," as she shakes her
head... "No wait, disregard that please. The other isn't
happy right now, we were interrupted by a summons to help the
dwarf," she shakes her head.
Kiet looks thoughtful then continues "Hmmm...do any of you
have some special way to make this piece of trash speak some
truth or should I, um, introduce him to one of my less popular
talents?"
Fremea shifts from foot to foot clearly a bit agitated.
"Well, how about we fetch some cold water then?" Dorhak
asks the others.
"Damon? How long will that ship delay in port missing
two sailors?"
Damon shrugs, "each captain is different. But typically
if they were off to get supplies. Could be 3-4 hours. Usually
an hour for supplies and a visit at a local tavern for some
ale. Crews do that all the time."
Looking over at Z'leyra, Dorhak says. "I don't know if
there is time to go back to your places and gear up. How
many of you are ready to go now, after we finish with this,
this person?"
"I know several of you use strong magic. Do any of you have
spells or something to help even the odds a bit? Something that
affects many?" Dorhak stops and looks at Kiet and says, "You might
not want to be tossing around a lot of flames in the harbor.
The locals might get a wee bit testy about that. Fire and boats
don't mix well."
Damon smirks lightly. How does a dwarf know of ship
and flames?
Dorhak continues, "After we question him, what can we do
with him?"
Damon waves a hand, "give him ale by force and
leave him be. A sailor drunk in a alley is common."
"Take this," came a voice from behind the group gathered
around the unconscious man.
Arawn stood behind them, his waterskin full and offered out
to whomever wished to accept it. Dressed in ceremonial robes,
the look on his face was rather blase', almost weary, but his
eyes exposed his exercise in mental dexterity as he quickly
took in the scene.
Everyone turn to see Arawn sneak up - so quiet no one even
heard him! Some smile relieved to see him as well as his return
in such a great time to help Dorhak. Corona flies over casing
a shadow over the group as he guided the Alfar from the city
square nearby. He then lands and perches on a windowsill.
"And regarding gear, truth, and magic to even the odds, I can."
Behind the Alfar Corsaya's milky-white hide could be seen, as
hidden from view as possible for a being of her size. Nearby, a
fluttering of wings presaged the arrival of a familiar raptor.
"Corona guided me the last bit of the way here," he explained
as he moved in a tad closer. "But would someone explain to me
exactly what is going on before I get involved?"
Dorhak groans. He hopes the captain doesn't do his acting
speech again with all his dramatic flair - just no time.
The dwarf asks his question about what to do with the sailor,
or slaver, or whatever the human might be, then does a double-
take, and swings around a look at Kiet. He grins at the small,
slight human and smiles, then says "Laddie, I think you've been
holding out on us. What do you mean 'special skill' in getting
this slime to talk? I'd be very interested in hearing about
this!"
Arawn lowers his arm holding the waterskin. Fremea smiles
at Arawn and is grateful to see him. But she frowns. If
they explain this all over again they'll get away. She
glances to Mae again wondering why the S word hasn't bothered
her when things were explained.
At the mention of the unconscious one, she smiles hungrily
and hears Kiet, "If you would desire information from him, may
I try first please? If I do not succeed, then I might be able
to assist you with the more tender mercies you have in mind for
him?" she looks at Kiet, "That is, with your permission of
course, you already know what I am capable of, much like Zin
when I am finished with him he would be more than willing to
part with every bit of information he has, but since he is
human he honestly might be easier to manage," as she looks over
to Fremea, "But if you choose not to partake of my skills, then
I may prove more of an asset for her, as the ship is full of
potential pets, all willing to do anything they're told to, all
in an effort to please me," as she sighs, "Even if it's to do
nothing more than die,"
Arawn looks to the others and then the man on the ground.
If they don't want water he can at least check his wounds.
He moves toward the sailor and places the waterskin on the
ground. He checks for any serious wounds wondering why
Z'leyra hasn't done the same.
Fremea sees the unconscious man that Dorhak is standing on
and knows that Kiet will be the best choice to get anything out
of him. Once she hears that the ship is full or potentially
full of slaves, she takes off in flight, "Excuse me, they must
not get away."
[Time: 10:20 am] - Sivas City Docks District
Fremea rockets to the sky and places her removed dress
on her belt hook. She flies high very fast and gets her
bearings. To the left or north is the Sea of Cholchara.
The sun is in the right forward in the east. She spots
the squared they came to. Then the docks. She spots the
fishermen on the dock that Damon must've mentioned. She
estimates based on that info and the description of the
ship from Damon the ship is right..there! She flies toward
that direction.
With the sun to her right she will use the sun to block
any possible view from the water.
Back at the alley Damon looks up and down and up and donw.
A bit confused by the sudden departure of Fremea. His mouth
opens about to speak but then Mae moves.
Mae moves with grace toward the downed man and kneels down.
The tight gown ripples showing all her assets Damon
notices then and licks his lips a bit - forgetting what he
was about to say.
Some distance to the south of the ship in question,
Fremea casts luck and then invisibility. She disappears
and flies straight for the ship pulling out her bow.
Gods!, thinks Kiet. I wish the dwarf wouldn't smile. It's
bad enough we have to look at him but, really! The smile just
makes it worse. Seems to be a nice guy...er...dwarf...but it's
not like Kiet has a lot of experience being around them.
Kiet looks away trying not to shudder from repulsion, so as
not to insult Dorhak, and says, "I learned how to extract
information from unwilling captives back in my native lands."
Kiet almost starts chuckling but stops himself before. "The
others here aren't exactly comfortable with that."
Arawn listens to the others. Interrogation this man? He
can tell he is a sailor. his rough callused hands and his
sun-tanned dry skin is a clear sign. Plus the tattoo o
his shoulder. Arawn tries to piece it together something
about Dorhak and danger. Could this sailor be involved?
Why won't they explain what is going on?
Damon notices Mae rear and wonders a few naughty thoughts.
Fremea flies and lands on the deck of the ship. She figures
she might have 3-4 minutes to lurk here without being seen.
She notices there are at least 14-15 on the deck. A bit
much for a ship at port. Many are just standing around and
waiting it seems. Many are armed with melee weapon but many
are not which must be the sailors. The sailors seem to be at
work securing ropes and basic maintenance.
She walks near 3 and they are quietly talking in some strange
tongue - all 3 probably guards not sailors. Near the rear
she notices a group of 6 sailors. They are tending to crates
and dismantling supplies. These she can understand they are
speaking in a clipped Marentian tongue. But her time in Ba'ru
reminds me of a slight Ba'ru accent as native.
"..Vaeth go get the pots and dump overboard."
"I'm not touching that dwarf crap! Its bad enough they mess
up all over the pots on purpose."
"I did it yesterday its your turn."
Fremea growls slightly. This confirms there are dwarves
aboard. Then she notices a man in the middle of the ship on
the port side. He is not dressed like the others. He
is eating a apple while reading a book of some sort. He
is in his late twenties about 200 odd pounds and probably
stands around 6 foot?
Fremea figures 6 here and about 8 on other side of the
ship. But here they are all clumped up. She quietly
casts a spell.
Back at the alley, Damon recovers. Is it suddenly hot
over here? He wipes sweat from his brow. "Ahh. Guys.
Fremea just flew off. You don't think she is like I don't
know off to take out the ship?"
Everyone turns to Damon and recalls what Fremea said.
Some figured she meant she needed to get gear or something
for the sailor. As they realize the quiet is broken. Corona
dives down the alley and speaks. Those who know Eagle can
understand. "Fremea flew toward docks. Disappeared."
[Time: 10:21:00 am] - Sivas City Docks District
Fremea casts the spell and a sleep mist falls around the
group of six tightly packed sailors. Suddenly they all begin
to drop like flies.
Fremea smiles and pulls her quiver ready for some fun.
Actions? Comments?
Next Update....Wednesday?
GM: A good place to stop. I've entered Phasal Mode since
Fremea has started combat. Long speeches will be slow
keep this in mind. Dorhak is leader so it is his decision
to let Arawn, Kiet, Mae or no one touch the sailor. Course
there is the Fremea thing now. :) Keep in mind the ship
is about a half mile away in distance.
I will try to do a new update Wednesday if things go
well. Regardless Fremea will be doing fun but it will
be slow only a few phases at a time. For new players
if unsure on time scale...
Phase = 3 seconds
Turn = 12 seconds (4 phases)
Minute = 5 Turns (60 seconds) (20 phases)
If you plan long speeches that may take minutes and
the combat may be over by then. :)
If folks need a map of the ship I can work on that
Tuesday but its getting late and I'm tired tonight
having started later than hoped.
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