[pnpgm] Game Update #102 - File #759 - Revelation and hope
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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
..Unali...........Ninja...Wout.Broere........Fe..Human/Dagger Maiden
..Z'leyra.........Healer..Alex Koponen.......Fe..Human/Shaman/1st Mate
..Barbosa.........Warrior.Npc................Ma..Dwarf/Outcast
..Corona..........Eagle...Npc................Ma..Companion to Z'leyra
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Game Update #102 sequence (file #759)
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Admin Notes: None.
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[Recap]
From Raddok: [Re: Actions]
[feel free to use as much or as
little of this as you want; I got just a bit
carried away - but l was wondering how bad I'd be
feeling is I'd lost 1/3 of my body's
strength/use/mobility like Raddok did, & others
had been hurt worse earlier in this adventure;
glad I never had to actually go to war, even as a nurse (Viet Nam is my era)]
As Raddok stumbles through the
portal, holding one of Barbosa's
GM: Ack. Good descriptive/rp/post.
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
Arawn was moved by the Guardian's thoughts and actions, hope
GM: Ack. Also reacted to email.
From Raddok: [Re: Resent post]
Re-sending since not yet showing
up on website (last entry was Update #101, as of
this date: 10/21/19) [rest repeated text deleted]
GM: Ack. Remember as long as it goes
to Archives your safe. No need to re-post
stuff. My personal site is updated when I can have free time.
From Bess: [Re: Spamed stuff]
[Sorry; found some game emails
re Update 101 in my email; just not posted yet on
website - my apologies for feeling rushed & resending – lol]
GM: Ack. You're fine. See above.
From Fremea: [Re; Actions]
Fremea is extremely upset.
First, about her target being dead
GM: Ack.
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
Grrrr! First the disgusting
weather, then the disgust of seeing
GM: Ack.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Rescue]
"Have you tried to keep deep
concentration on something while you
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Ma 3rd, 1636TH]
[Time: 1:25 pm – South-East of Ma'Dor]
As Raddok stumbles through the
portal, holding one of Barbosa's legs to help
Z'leyra with the dwarf's limp weight, he is
stunned, shocked by the sudden darkness and
streams of water seeming to flood over him, and
is relieved when Z'leyra stops quickly and sets
Barbosa down. Raddok can barely see after the
bright, pulsating lights of the portal they just
passed through, and is glad to set the dwarf
down. He looks at the limp form, and feels more shocked - the dwarf looks dead!
Raddok suddenly is aware of the heavy
rain, soaking coldly under his armor, down his
neck and back, and he shudders, which sets off
the pain again. He again wished he had chosen to
bring the heavy sword, although the shield had
undoubtedly helped save his life tonight. He
looks up quickly at the sound of a pursuit ahead,
but having lowered himself to one knee to set the
severely injured dwarf down, Raddok finds he
cannot get to his feet again - he is lightheaded
again, and a bit nauseated, and has to keep
himself from falling with both knees and his free
hand. Raising up on both knees, he draws his mace
again, but feels too weak to stand.
His struggle to get up is forgotten
as he watches Z'leyra try to revive Barbosa, and
sees her apparent inability to do so. Raddok
feels grief wash over him, as he looks at the
pale, sturdy, stocky body, seeing him with the
eyes & memories of the irascible dwarf's
conversations aboard the ship over the last
several weeks, and the miner-turned-adventurer
feels faintness mix with his sorrow.
"I think I need help," he tries to
say, as he closes his eyes in the sudden
remembrance of pain. Definitely, fighting had
kept his focus away from it before - nothing like
trying to just stay alive, he grimly smiled. The
smile faded into a grimace, and he closed his
eyes for a moment. Since he could not stand, he
tried to listen with his eyes closed - was there
danger nearby, or just the stormy night?
Something was wrong about this place, but he was
too tired to care - how far had they come? Had
had happened to the sun? He felt very dizzy. He
just wanted to sit down for a little longer.
Although he felt and half-saw the others coming
through behind Z's & his own exit - he now saw
the portal suddenly vanish in fire and steam. He
winced at the sight, but barely cared; he was
just glad they were together again.
Mournath comes over to help Raddok
stand and allow the miner to lean up against the sailor.
Arawn was moved by the Guardian's
thoughts and actions, hope and a prayer flashing
through his mind in an instant as he transitioned
through the portal. Landing in rain and darkness
he had little time to further contemplate things,
only hoping the creature was alright, before he
focused on adjusting to his new surroundings.
A quick scan to look for Kiet and
then the others led him to Velf and Barbosa's
still bodies. He joined Z'leyra and Dorhak beside
the dead dwarf, ignoring for the moment the urge
to locate the missing book. Others would have to
take up that task for he had to try one thing in
an effort to bring Barbosa back. He lay his hands on the dwarf and prayed...
Fremea is extremely upset. First,
about her target being dead already (not even
sure how, since she was directly on his tail) and
second, because it is raining so much. She really
hopes to find the trail, where the arrows came
from, or really the book. Even though it is
raining, she will use her Mana sensing to see if
there is anything she can determine. Maybe a
trail of residual magic if the book itself could leave something.
Grrrr! First the disgusting weather,
then the disgust of seeing the human woman give
up on his kin. Dorhak moves in close to watch,
and maybe help, but he’s not much use in these things. But this is Barbosa.
His fist clench as Z'leyra checks
over Barbosa, the anger growing in his
breast. She does, well, something, but nothing
happened. Except we all get wetter.
He looks at her and says. "Why? Why
didn’t you help him on the other side? He might
still be with us. Ours is a long lived race, not
just a mist in the morning like your race." He
pause for a moment, looking at the body. "Did
you wait because you just didn’t want to get
hurt? Because we all know how unlikely it would be for you to be hurt."
Dorhak’s shoulders slump and he drops
his head. "It just such a waste."
"Have you tried to keep deep
concentration on something while you are being
hit with attacks that are trying to kill you? I
am sorry, but my training was to make the place
safe or get to a safe place before bending over
to heal someone." Z'leyra replies.
Those walking around notice the
terrain is rocky, muddy and elevated. That must
mean they are still in the hills or mountains of Vahear? But why is is night?
Fremea opens herself to the
mana-verse around her. But around Velf there is
no sign of any mana or residue.
As Dorhak and Z'leyra argue Pyan
moves closer to Velf. He notices Fremea and
moments earlier Unali trying to find a trail. To
what? Then he sees a faint hint of arrow
feathers of red in the darkness in Velf. So he
was killed? So the other 2 must be looking for
the attackers? He moves off moving past the
nearby bush. While the terrain is elevated it
seems to be a forest or at the very least a light
to medium wood. There are trees around and it
causes a bit of shelter to the wind and
rain. But the Vahear hills had no such heavy foliage.
Then Pyan steps in a mud puddle then
he realizes hes been here before. Not this land
but the situation. He leans down and sure enough
finds a circular impression. One not made by
nature but by man or beast. Recent horse shoes!
Fremea then sees a glint of something
higher than the normal mana source to the
right. She draws her dagger and hovers – no need to walk in this muddy mess.
Unali is also trying to find clues of
a trail. But in this rain visibility for humans
is 8-12 feet only and blurred by darkness. She
steps carefully not to stumble and has both
daggers out. Then she spots a dark movement in
the darkness. Humans may not see well at night
but their eyes help to distinguish between shades
and shadows. A skill of shadow trailing Unali
knows all to well. As she turns to investigate
she tries to figure out what it is.
Back over Barbosa's body Arawn
figures his options. If Z'leyra could not heal
using her best spell what can he do? Then he
recalls the spell from the scroll he has been
learning. It could work. But the scroll says
at best you have 1-10 seconds to act. How long
has it been? Arawn hears Dorhak and Z'leyra
argue and feels compelled to intervene but
ignores them for now. Time seems to stop or slow
again like before. Like at the flying cast when he stopped the library fire.
Arawn murmurs a half prayer and spell
barely heard over the rain. He lays hands on Barbosa and hopes.
Unali sees it as a 6.5-7 foot thing
charging. She can hear the huffs of nostrils and
the expelling of water from those nostrils. Then
her magical dagger warns her – duck and sidestep
now! She twists and spins kicking at the smaller
form. The form goes flying back the way it came.
The large form though took this
chance to get close and swing a club of some
sort. The club hits her in the right arm and she
grunts in pain. But at same time the form tries
to bite down onto Unali but she pushs it away just in time.
Facing the large form Unali brings
both daggers to bear. The arm just hit misses –
probably a bit weaker but the other dagger hits
doing 7 points to it's left middle section.
The large creature attacks again with
club and possibly fangs? But both attacks
fail. Unali feels the other creature lung and
almost jump on her back. Then fangs bite down on
her left neck and she feels warm substance flow through her veins.
Fremea detects this attack by some
form of magical presence possibly the
poison? She flies toward Unali to help. She
stabs at the large form but misses.
Unali feels nothing so far so goes on
offensive. She tries to stab at the 'head' of
the creature on her but both aimed attacks
fail. But the form is large enough she can
easily still hit it. Both daggers hit but only 1
is needed. The right dagger hits the creature in
the left shoulder doing a massive 36 points of
damage killing the creature instantly.
The large form turns and leaps
straight for Fremea who is about 5 feet off
ground. It tries to swing its club but fumbles
and the club goes flying into the darkness. But
the fangs hit and bit down on her neck. She
feels the rush of poison and both Fremea and creature slam onto the ground.
Fremea tries to move but can't.
Pyan rushes now as others start to
hear and come to investigate. He stabs with his
spears the creature hitting it in side doing 2 points.
Unali feels no affects from the
poison so far but rushes to attack the creature
now trying to stand. One dagger misses. But the
other does again 33 points and kills the creature.
Arawn finishes his spell and waits. No pulse yet though?
Unali and Pyan see no damage to
Fremea but she blinks and can't move.
As Dorhak sees Raddok and Kiet move
to see what is going on he hears Arawn give a
very un-Alfar yelp. Dorhak spins and dares.
Then as suddenly as entering the rain
the storm ends. From a deluge to minor
drops. Arawn looks up at Dorhak and smiles. He says there is a pulse!
Dorhak ignores the fight and leans
down to Barbosa as Z'leyra moves to help Arawn.
Sure enough Z'leyra finds a faint pulse.
Arawn looks skyward to give thanks to
the gods. Then notices a odd sky. There are
clouds but the stars. They are in different
spots. His cosmology skills show that they are
still in the Middle World but it looks look they
are hundreds if not thousands of miles away based
on how the stars are shifted.
Unali glances at creature and now
that star light is a bit brighter looks like the
creatures are Gartula which the party has fought
before. She glances around to ensure no more are around.
Pyan stands and looks around. Then
in his mind things flash. A faint voice. Is
that residue from the creature's contact?
Something about serving and duty but tried as
best could or such. Then faint words something
like 'fare greetings to the small ones'?
Actions? Comments?
Next Update: Saturday?
GM: A short update. But still been
super busy. I need to finalize benefits and
research stuff on that. Got another busy
week. So likely no update till Saturday. Sadly
I need to research some pnp stuff and review it
as I lost my notes from pc crash last year. So
that'll take a few days. So did this fluff
update to get me more time. :) Happy Halloween to
those scary monsters that lurk in rain. Sorry
been too busy for 2 updates a week. :< Mana
report updated with experience. We are 75% done with this adventure.
GM: Damage
Player Damage
Barbosa 16+4+1+5 [Dead]
Unali 6
Raddok 8
Arawn 5
Z'leyra 4
Fremea Paralyzed
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