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1. Game Update #104 - File #739 -Bomz and Pooh (pnpgm)<br>
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HT Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex<br>
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FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn........<wbr>.....Druid .Normal/Al.. Ma<br>
...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak........<wbr>....Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma<br>
--.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea........<wbr>....Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe<br>
W3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell.........<wbr>.....Trader..Normal/Human....<wbr>Ma<br>
W2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan....<wbr>....Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma<br>
R4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali........<wbr>.....Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
...Don.Kerr..............<wbr>Maelorna..........Dancer..<wbr>Normal/Human....Fe<br>
...Gilbert.Isla..........<wbr>Mournath..........Sailor..<wbr>Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R3 Panthera..............<wbr>Pyandalgor........Hunter..<wbr>Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra......<wbr>.....Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc..<wbr>.............Chief...Normal/<wbr>Human....Ma<br>
R3.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc..<wbr>.............Hunter..Normal/<wbr>Human....Ma<br>
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra<br>
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Game Update #104 sequence (file #739)<br>
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[Recap]<br>
<br>
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]<br>
Z'leyra will motion for Arawn to bring her satchel. First<br>
she puts on her luck ring, then will bandage the champion.<br>
After bandaging is complete she will put on her other jewelry,<br>
fetch her staff and drum, cast Orient Self EL0 on herself, loop<br>
the spell chain over her and Korsa's wrists and cast Healing at<br>
ELmax through her staff to heal Korsa.<br>
<br>
She figures that a purification spell won't be needed. As<br>
usual, she will give a running commentary, this time in Kameri,<br>
to teach those interested in watching and learning.<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Pyan: [Re: Home]<br>
Pyan says, "I come from the East, the lands of Omavor,"...<br>
GM: Ack. If you were waiting for a back/forth translation just<br>
post as much as you want dialogue wise. Stuff like this<br>
translation will be done. Just a FYI.<br>
<br>
From Kiet:[Re: [Re: Manly stuff]<br>
The evening before the challenge, Kiet is curious about...<br>
<br>
"I'm thinking about going to the Lodge with the men. C'mon...<br>
<br>
Kiet will go but no sword or shield. Only weapons will be<br>
daggers plus magic trinkets. H takes off his armor and helm<br>
to leave in the groups camp. If he has any opportunity to<br>
show off his acrobat skills, he will.<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]<br>
I was responding from my phone. Not sure why they popped<br>
up like that. I meant to send out a proper post the next<br>
day but just ran short on time.<br>
<br>
Febris 7th<br>
5:18pm - 8:03pm<br>
<br>
While others had worked to make themselves presentable...<br>
<br>
"Z'leyra, is that true, is Utgard worshiped among your...<br>
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He met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though...<br>
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<br>
Arawn looked toward Fuk when the man sought company...<br>
<br>
Febris 8th<br>
5:53am<br>
Arawn accepted the food and drink in a most...<br>
7:03am<br>
Arawn kept a careful eye on Z'leyra's belongings,...<br>
GM: Ack. You do these long posts on phone? Wow. Lots of<br>
finger-fingers. :) Sorry didn't get to your emails to<br>
help you prepare for this above. I did it Saturday<br>
but never got around to moving to other pc to send it.<br>
<br>
From Dorhak: [Re: Man stuff]<br>
"Aye, laddie! I'd go along as well. I wonder if they...<br>
<br>
If we get to this 'man-party', and it seems appropriate, I<br>
would love to get a wrestling match, or other contest of<br>
strength, started. Maybe Kiet can show some of his acrobat<br>
moves?<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]<br>
Z'leyra responds to Kiet. "Yes, as a knowledge of how ...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Fremea: [Re: Actions]<br>
Fremea does her best to stay unnoticed. She doesn't like all<br>
the attention when Z tells them she is a fine archer. If<br>
someone calls her out to test it, she will take the challenge<br>
though.<br>
<br>
Watching the fight,she knew Z would win, though there...<br>
<br>
If no one pays her any mind, she will listen to Z on the herbs<br>
and tea. She will also play around some, with moving items<br>
around, or waiting for someone to put something down and then<br>
moving it further away so they cannot find it right away. Just<br>
fun for her and practice for sleight of hand.<br>
GM: Ack. The challenge was more a test to see why she was so<br>
bold to wear the blade. Even if lost she'd be allowed onward.<br>
She just needed to prove herself to wield it. As to the prank<br>
that's exactly with a kid would do so very little attention<br>
would be paid to you. :) But noted and good stuff.<br>
<br>
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]<br>
After casting Healing on the Champion, Z'leyra will cast<br>
Healing at Max EL on herself.<br>
GM: Ack. Healed all but 1.<br>
<br>
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]<br>
Dorhak is a bit restless and looking to work off some...<br>
<br>
"I'm going to visit the men in their lodge. Maybe they ...<br>
GM: Ack. I think I mixed this and next post up. But the<br>
general gist is still there.<br>
<br>
From Kiet: [Re: Tea]<br>
After he tries the tea, Kiet eyebrows go up in ...<br>
Z'leyra and asks her "Z'leyra...do you know what they ..<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]<br>
Z'leyra smiles, then replies to Arawn's question. "The...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]<br>
A chill wind sent Arawn's midnight locks to whip about...<br>
<br>
"It has been some time since you were last here and ...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Mae: [Re: Actions]<br>
Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the...<br>
GM: Ack. Fun.<br>
<br>
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]<br>
Kiet hears the ugly dwarf spout off about how short...<br>
<br>
"A real fight is over quickly if someone skilled is...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Unali: [Re: Actions]<br>
Unali leans on Arawn's shoulder as she crouches down...<br>
<br>
"I know you are concerned, for her and for your own.<br>
GM: Ack. Good stuff.<br>
<br>
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]<br>
The assassin was a subtle one, not drawn to calling....<br>
<br>
"I've seen things in the space between dreams and the...<br>
GM: Ack. I love this stuff we know more going on behind<br>
scenes so the cryptic stuff is so point on. :)<br>
<br>
From Arawn: [Re: Actions]<br>
The newcomer's eye-roll caught Arawn's insightful...<br>
GM: Ack. See this is why I love PBEMs. These comments<br>
would never be in a table game. :) Good stuff.<br>
<br>
From Z'leyra: [Re: Fight]<br>
Z'leyra answers to Kiet, "I had planned to pull my...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Mae: [Re: Actions]<br>
Maelorna continues to move away from the throng ...<br>
GM: Ack. Unsure where this fits so had to assume placement.<br>
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[New Stuff]<br>
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[Febris 7th, 1635TH]<br>
[Kameran Lands - Hills South of Kameran capital]<br>
<br>
[Time: 6:54 pm]<br>
<br>
While others had worked to make themselves presentable<br>
Arawn threw himself into work, cheerfully joining the villagers<br>
as they prepared the party's camp. Where language failed to<br>
meet kind eyes and a warm smile, sometimes spreading into a<br>
full grin, did what they could to foster a connection between<br>
the Kameri and the druid. And true to his nature, he made sure<br>
not to forget the animals as well, whether local or familiar.<br>
And all the while he took in his surroundings, reading the<br>
people, seeking to understand their ways beyond the stories<br>
hard or read prior to his arrival. That most of the men stood<br>
back watching was something he did not fail to miss, Arawn<br>
wondering if this was an issue of societal roles or the wary<br>
attention of a warriors lodge. But he remained unsure for<br>
now, opting for a warm if subdued presence while here, hoping<br>
to garner respect from all facets of the culture.<br>
<br>
As things began to settle down Arawn took some time to sip<br>
the spiced tea, inquiring into the ingredients, while listening<br>
to the constable's efforts to enlighten the group to Kameran<br>
culture. Arawn had spent some time reading books on the Kameri<br>
alongside conversations with Z'leyra, hoping to use the<br>
knowledge towards diplomatic ends, or at least to avoid a social<br>
faux pas. He kept quiet through the speech, sensing that Z'leyra<br>
might speak up if corrections were in order, though his<br>
brilliant blue-green eyes narrowed slightly when Utgard's<br>
possible worship was mentioned.<br>
<br>
"Z'leyra, is that true, is Utgard worshiped among your<br>
people?"<br>
<br>
Z'leyra smiles, then replies to Arawn's question. "The men<br>
of the Kameran learned to worship Ashur and Vahagn. The women<br>
of the Kameran, we worship older gods and do not speak of them<br>
to any who are not Kameri women."<br>
<br>
A chill wind sent Arawn's midnight locks to whip about his<br>
fair face, a solemn smile escaping from the sidh.<br>
<br>
"It has been some time since you were last here and I hope<br>
all is as it was when you left. If the Great Serpent's brood<br>
has crept into these mountains it would be a poor thing indeed<br>
But I'm sure such is nothing more than rumors from the road.<br>
Still, it has been some time and other things may have changed<br>
in your absence. Perhaps it may be wise to speak with Irana or<br>
another before setting out tomorrow."<br>
<br>
The smile shifted, softening into one of inspiration and<br>
support that had become familiar to those who had traveled with<br>
him. He seemed to settle back in as banter and conversation<br>
continued about him though the reflected firelight betrayed<br>
the depths of his eyes beginning a pensive retreat for those<br>
astute enough to notice.<br>
<br>
At hearing Z'leyra's response to Arawn's question, Mae rolls<br>
her eyes and fights the urge to give a derisive snort. While<br>
she understood the desire to worship something greater than<br>
one's self, Maelorna found little use in pleading or begging<br>
for what to her would be denied.<br>
<br>
'Ooh, how about that one?' the voice, the one thing she didn't<br>
want to hear at the moment makes Mae wince, 'you promised, a<br>
town or city' it demanded. 'Well if not that one, how about<br>
that one?' the voice pleads, 'you promised, once we got to a<br>
town or village.' it demands. She whispers to herself in<br>
desperation, "No, shut.. shut up now. This isn't a city or a<br>
town." and pulls the cowl of her cloak closer over her head to<br>
hide her face, finding her enjoyment being near the throng of<br>
people less than desirable, and she starts to look for one of<br>
her companions, if only to use their familiarity and closeness<br>
to keep her from doing something stupid, as she gave her word.<br>
<br>
Mae sees Lucria sitting on the ground near Fuk. A nice<br>
warm body to be around.<br>
<br>
The newcomer's eye-roll caught Arawn's insightful attention,<br>
her derision rolling like waves for the empath to feel. His<br>
mind shot back to the night of the battle, when her summoning<br>
went awry, her derision thinly veiled that night. Contempt,<br>
anger, fear, impulse, insecurity... intense emotions roiled<br>
within her, multiplying and feeding on themselves. He had seen<br>
enough in his time, heard a portion of her own story, and gauged<br>
from her bearing enough to sense that at the root of this was<br>
pain. It was a poison that threatened to consume the soul and<br>
a difficult one to remove - in a lifetime of disappointment<br>
only pain was a constant, a twisted security-blanket that<br>
smothered those wrapped within. Others might offer tools,<br>
friendship or love but only the woman could save herself, if<br>
she so chose and then struggle to face the demons of her past.<br>
<br>
Some among the group, such as Fremea, had carried that burden,<br>
but had, and continued, to work on their being. Perhaps it would<br>
be one of them that might reach her, with whom she might relate<br>
and connect. And in time he might even be able to share the<br>
little things he had learned as well but for now their time<br>
together was still short and that night likely a poor time for<br>
such things. So for now he gave her a glance and a knowing smile<br>
before turning his attention elsewhere.<br>
<br>
Maelorna continues to move away from the throng of people,<br>
unaware of her motions, easily moving with a dancer's grace to<br>
a beat of a song she can only hear. Her stride is steady and<br>
slow, while each step, her hips move as if to cause a priest<br>
to give up their vows. She looks about to locate one of her<br>
companions, hoping at least to find the fae.<br>
<br>
What question she would ask the fae, nothing comes to mind.<br>
'Maybe just to be with someone that knows what it means to have<br>
to hide in plain site.' she muses.<br>
<br>
Mae stops as she sees a large man with a nice knife behind<br>
Arawn's tent. The man is staring at her so she ignores that<br>
for now. But the red head notices how Fremea seems to pass<br>
by and just lift the knife off the man's belt with such ease<br>
that she is practically invisible. Fremea examines the knife<br>
only briefly and then slips it deftly into a woman's bag who<br>
is collecting food scraps. The leather sack now becomes the<br>
home of the shiny blade.<br>
<br>
Fremea notices Irana and a man approach so stops her fun and<br>
sits by the fire. Mae joins her and smiles at the being who<br>
has wings that must be hidden.<br>
<br>
Soon Irana and Chief Ohalo arrive to speak to Z'leyra.<br>
<br>
Arawn met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though he<br>
did glance at the cosmic symbols marking the woman's robes as<br>
he sought to divine their meaning and affiliation. Afterwards,<br>
after Z'leyra offered them to the locals, he helped to bring<br>
forth a portion of the gifts set aside for the Kameri, though<br>
he kept a package to himself for the time being. Only after<br>
Z'leyra's story came to a close did he prepare to present it.<br>
Just before Irana departed for the evening he stepped forward<br>
and gave her a kind smile before offering the gift, a complete<br>
healer's kit that the woman might use to heal the aches of the<br>
hard-working members of her village.<br>
<br>
Irana accepts the gift with a bit of hesitation. Then she<br>
opens it to inspect the contents. "This is a kind gift. Thank<br>
you. While I am not a healer we do have a healer in town that<br>
could get great benefit from this."<br>
<br>
Unali leans on Arawn's shoulder as she crouches down down<br>
next to Arawn and the fire. She has a gloomy tone to her<br>
voice.<br>
<br>
"I know you are concerned, for her and for your own. But she<br>
is tense as well and shows it. She must walk a tight rope<br>
between her family ties and the woman she has become by<br>
traveling far. Just remember, she has always shown to choose<br>
the wild, not the old. And we are all here to watch out for her."<br>
<br>
Unali pulls up the hood of her cowl so her face becomes<br>
partially hidden in the shadows. After that she silently stares<br>
into the fire and watches the play of light and dark as the fire<br>
burns on.<br>
<br>
The assassin was a subtle one, not drawn to calling attention<br>
to herself or her actions. Arawn followed suit, looking ahead<br>
instead of turning around when Unali whispered in his ear. His<br>
lips barely moved as he uttered an almost imperceptible response<br>
meant only for the woman's perceptive ears.<br>
<br>
"I've seen things in the space between dreams and the waking<br>
world. Contention... shrouded, too little to speak of yet for I<br>
do not know its place here but enough to cause concern."<br>
<br>
Arawn paused for a brief moment before quietly echoing Unali's<br>
words. "We will watch. For some of us are well suited to it,<br>
quite well suited indeed."<br>
<br>
<br>
*******************<br>
[Time: 7:12 pm]<br>
<br>
Z'leyra introduces each person. Irana asks about<br>
Pyan's homeland. Z'leyra translates for both.<br>
<br>
Pyan says, "I come from the East, the lands of Omavor," then<br>
waits for Z'leyra to translate.<br>
<br>
Irana nods warmly, "the Omvar are good people and our close<br>
friends. In times when game is scarce your people even help<br>
us feed our people. While this village has none, there may<br>
be even one or two of you in our lands. Welcome!"<br>
<br>
<br>
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*******************<br>
[Time: 8:03 pm]<br>
<br>
Kiet is curious about what the men might be up to. He decides<br>
to check on that, if for no other reason than to understand<br>
something about the people. It's one of the reasons he travels.<br>
<br>
"I'm thinking about going to the Lodge with the men. C'mon,<br>
Kell! Come with me? It might be fun. Besides...maybe you'll<br>
learn what they want to buy!"<br>
<br>
Arawn looked toward Fuk when the man sought company for<br>
an excursion towards the mens drinking area. He gave a nod<br>
just as Kiet called out to Kell, his ever curious nature<br>
guiding him to join three as they made their way into the<br>
night.<br>
<br>
"Aye, laddie! I'd go along as well. I wonder if they like<br>
to wrestle, arm or full body." Dorhak grunts and licks his lips<br>
eager for maybe more drink.<br>
<br>
"Heck, I especially want to know if they want to have a<br>
drinking contest." He smiles, but it just makes him look more<br>
hideous.<br>
<br>
Dorhak waits for others to see if they will join.<br>
<br>
Dorhak is a bit restless and looking to work off some drink.<br>
Perhaps some of the 'men-things' the warriors do are contests<br>
of strength or skill. He's all about that today.<br>
<br>
"I'm going to visit the men in their lodge. Maybe they are<br>
having fun. I want to go look. Anybody wanna join me?"<br>
<br>
<br>
*******************<br>
[Time: 8:09 pm]<br>
<br>
Fuk, Arawn, Dorhak, Kiet and Kell all leave the camp<br>
heading to find this men's lodge.<br>
<br>
While the others stay in camp Z'leyra talks to the<br>
villagers and shares stories. Z'leyra tries to learn<br>
what has gone on for the last decade. But by the end<br>
of the night it is clear this village is isolated. Unlike<br>
the hunters most stay here never leaving. Over the years<br>
traders have tried to come and share their wares. Many have<br>
tried to learn the secrets of the Kameran but were turned<br>
away. Four years ago there was a monster causing havoc on the<br>
surrounding area who took out at least a dozen folks over a two<br>
month period. That is until the women called for help and got<br>
some reinforcements in terms of combat-shamans. One year<br>
mud slides caused a few deaths due to heavy rains. But in all<br>
nothing much has gone on in this particular village.<br>
<br>
As the five move through the dark village they only have<br>
the light from inside homes or lodges to guide them. There<br>
are no torches or lanterns to light the way. As huts and<br>
shacks are passed most have windows that families can be<br>
seen relaxing or working like sewing or eating. But the<br>
lodges all have windows that are closed that only allows<br>
subtle line of light to escape. Only muffled voices can be<br>
heard through the thick log walls making the lodges a very<br>
secretive setting for those who pass by.<br>
<br>
At this hour only a few are around. There are no streets<br>
just paths. Farmers leading herds or market vendors closing<br>
up and cleaning stalls are seen. At one lodge that does have<br>
open shutters, the group can see a man teaching a lad what<br>
looks to be pottery techniques. But all the other public shops<br>
are closed aside from the one stable in the north.<br>
<br>
<br>
*******************<br>
[Time: 8:16 pm]<br>
<br>
After some time the only other lodge that seems to have a<br>
great deal of lighting flooding outside seems to be the men's<br>
lodge. Of the five Fuk can't understand a single word. Arawn<br>
can do assured speech but the others can only get simple<br>
requests out. They all know that being here without a fluent<br>
speaker could be dangerous. But they know that someone like<br>
Z'leyra might not be welcome here just as the men would not be<br>
welcome at some of the women's lodges.<br>
<br>
Arawn takes the lead and was told to just open the door like<br>
a standard tavern. The Alfar opens the heavy wooden door and<br>
the noise inside suddenly stops completely. Arawn stands in<br>
the shadow of the threshold and steps inside out of the cold.<br>
The lodge is larger than it looks in the darkness outside. it<br>
is about 90-100 feet wide and 60 feet long. To the far left<br>
is a raging fireplace with a mangle adorned with stuffed deer<br>
and great ape heads.<br>
<br>
The others come inside and Fuk closes the door trapping the<br>
heat inside. To the far back wall are two things that Dorhak<br>
begins to drool over. There are two machines with large round<br>
circles and tubes of some sort - maybe hard plant stalks or<br>
plant hide tubes? The winding tubes circle and circle downward<br>
and then end over a kettle. Below the kettle is a small fire<br>
that warms the kettle. Dorhak has heard humans making such<br>
contraptions before they call them a still. A place to mix<br>
stuff to make delicious drinks. There are two such stills o<br>
the back wall each seeming to drip and drip to the warm kettle.<br>
<br>
To the far right seems to be a open area about 10 by 10 for<br>
an unknown reason. Who knows maybe the men do dancing here<br>
with females? To far right of the wall on same wall as door<br>
are a couple tables. Stacked with meats and various treats.<br>
Arawn frowns that there are no good vegetables but that is the<br>
way of men who relax not wanting to eat well. But there are<br>
plenty of breads, spiced meats, jerky of various kinds and<br>
jugs of some drinks or water as well.<br>
<br>
For the rest of the lodge there are round wooden tables or<br>
a few rectangular tables. Each with hard looking wooden<br>
chairs that only men must like. There are around 32-35<br>
men here from quick count at first glance.<br>
<br>
Then men all stop and stare at the newcomers. The men<br>
range form upper teens (18+) to men in gray hair probably<br>
in their 50 or 60s. But most are in their mid 20s. Some<br>
are holding mugs, some knives, some eating, some holding<br>
cards, some round objects and some just sitting watching.<br>
<br>
The air smells musty but a faint smell of redwood is in<br>
the air from the fireplace. There is a strong scene of<br>
spiced drinks and other booze. A strong smell of body hair<br>
and unclean clothing hangs in the air. But now the entire<br>
place is quiet.<br>
<br>
Arawn raises his hands and begins to explain who they<br>
are but a man stands. He begins to move toward the group.<br>
He stands a bit over 5 feet wearing thick leathers that probably<br>
took 8 deer hides to make. The man in his 50s is pudgy maybe 80<br>
pounds overweight. He grunts then smiles. He speaks in<br>
Kameran. "We know who you are. Word travels fast since<br>
your visit this afternoon."<br>
<br>
So the words seemed. But to the others it is more like<br>
"We know you. Gossip is fast. Since coming this day<br>
early." Something like that. Arawn tries to translate as<br>
best he can but even he is not fully fluent.<br>
<br>
"Welcome." The man looks behind the party and sees no<br>
females. He smiles again. "I am Borah. We do not get<br>
many strangers here. Maybe once every six full moons if<br>
that. You are free to join us and relax."<br>
<br>
Dorhak moves to the first still and sniffs. Borah wrinkles<br>
his nose at the smelly small man. "We call it Nomz and that<br>
over there is Pooh."<br>
<br>
Arawn frowns and translates it as. "That is Nomz but that<br>
is Prug?" The last word is a bit hard to understand. Borah<br>
tries again. Arawn nods and explains it sounds like "Purge?"<br>
Maybe a nick name of the drink?<br>
<br>
Arawn asks about payments but Borah explains they are<br>
a trade and barter community. After some seconds he<br>
says. "Guests are so rare you may drink and eat on us.<br>
Tha t is unless you drink the whole still." He glances<br>
at Dorhak who Is inspecting the brownish broth in the kettle.<br>
<br>
Kiet sits at a table with Kell. This causes the men<br>
to start talking and doing their things again. But it<br>
clear the men want to chat and learn but the language<br>
barrier is a issue. Across the table from Kiet is a man<br>
holding a knife. He begins to run it quickly through his<br>
fingers so fast its a blur. He looks up losing even the<br>
sight of the blade as it moves form between fingers and<br>
missing by a hair. He grins showing missing teeth. "Want<br>
to play?"<br>
<br>
Fuk and Arawn grab some breads that is not so warm but<br>
looks like garlic is added to it. They sit at another table<br>
where three men are holding what look like playing cards.<br>
But since most in this culture can't read - even probably some<br>
of the women - they do not have numbers. They seem to only<br>
have pictures of animals and beasts. The cards are what look<br>
like very thin but hard parchment soaked in some mixture to<br>
make them hard to hold. The three men then roll what looks<br>
like a round bone die. The single die probably a finger<br>
joint from a ape, is painted with a dot to show a number. While<br>
many may not read they can still tell 3 dots is more than 1 dot<br>
They roll the die and then slam down that many cards on the<br>
table. The other rolls and slams another set of cards based on<br>
the roll. They begin to dicker and talk so fast that Arawn<br>
can't keep up. But it seems some animals and beasts are worth<br>
more than others. In the end the one who drops 3 actually loses<br>
to the one who drops 2. Arawn asks about how to play and<br>
the men seem to ignore him when after 3 more rounds the man<br>
shrugs and begins to explain the card types.<br>
<br>
Dorhak asks if they drink a lot. A simple question that<br>
even his limited Kameri gets across Borah grins and nods. He<br>
dips a large ladle and pours some of the mixture into a job.<br>
Then waves Dorhak over to drink. Borah pours the jug into a<br>
couple of mugs. Dorhak sniffs and then shrugs. He inhales<br>
the drink or half of it. As soon as it hits the throat it<br>
begins to burn and once it hits the stomach it causes his<br>
nerves to frazzle and he swears he sees colors in front of<br>
his eyes for seconds. Dorhak coughs and wipes his lips wit<br>
his sleeve. a very potent drink indeed. Dorhak then juts the<br>
mug to the old man for a second.<br>
<br>
Dorah laughs, "drinking aimlessly is no fun. We usually make<br>
it more fun. We drink 5 times then throw knives at each other."<br>
Dorhak tries to understand did he say they throw wives at the<br>
mugs? Why would they throw their wives at mugs that would be<br>
a waste of good drink. Then Borah places a knife on the<br>
table and Dorhak gets the gist. "It is a skill of throwing and<br>
accuracy not to hit the person. Not to kill. You use a knife?"<br>
<br>
Use a wife? Why would he be married! Dorhak grunts. Oh.<br>
Knife. The dwarf shakes his head making the bear rustle<br>
on the table top. Dorhak does pull out a hand axe and places<br>
it on the table. Then asks for his 3rd drink.<br>
<br>
Dorhak asks if they wrestle?<br>
<br>
Borah frowns. "Snuggle? We just met."<br>
<br>
Over the din Arawn watches as a Boar-image card beats is<br>
higher over a rabbit. The artist work is well done. But<br>
over the noise he hears this and grunts. He yells out the<br>
word wrestle.<br>
<br>
Borah smiles, "yes. But body wrestling would have to<br>
be done outside. " Dorhak rolls up his sleeve and places<br>
his right arm on the table. Borah realizes his meaning<br>
and knows the small man must not be that strong. Even<br>
for a older guy like himself.<br>
<br>
Dorhak's hand is slammed to the table. The Dwarf grunts<br>
and didn't even realize it started. But he has three drinks<br>
in him. So he tries again this time more prepared. To be<br>
beat by a old man! Borah's arm is slammed to the table.<br>
Dorhak grunts and grins which makes Borah cringe a bit.<br>
<br>
Borah nods and massages his arm, "how about some<br>
younger blood?" He calls over a couple of the young<br>
bucks to play with Dorhak.<br>
<br>
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[Febris 8th, 1635TH]<br>
[Kameran Lands - Kameran Village]<br>
<br>
[Time: 5:53 am]<br>
<br>
Arawn accepted the food and drink in a most grateful<br>
manner. Discovering the presence of a bark extract in the tea<br>
he asked Z'leyra if she happened to know the particular tree,<br>
his training as an herbalist and forester urging him to expand<br>
his knowledge as wandered this world.<br>
<br>
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[Time: 6:53 am]<br>
<br>
After he tries the tea, Kiet eyebrows go up in appreciation.<br>
It's very good and helps clear the sleepiness feeling. He looks<br>
over to Z'leyra and asks her "Z'leyra...do you know what they<br>
put in this tea? I think that it might be a worthy addition<br>
to my plans. I hope to sometime soon make a garden to grow<br>
herbs and other plants." He takes another sip and continues.<br>
"While it might not be useful as magic, I think it might be<br>
useful as something to have around."<br>
<br>
Z'leyra responds to Kiet. "Yes, as a knowledge of how to<br>
find, grow, prepare and use herbs is an important part of any<br>
healer's bag of tricks I was taught to be an herbalist as part<br>
of my shamanic training. Indeed my plans for a school of healing<br>
include a herb garden and preparation room. This particular tea<br>
is from..." and she gives a ten minute lecture on local herbs<br>
and the teas made from them.<br>
<br>
<br>
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[Time: 7:03 am]<br>
<br>
Z'leyra finished speaking of the tea just as the Champion<br>
arrives for the fight.<br>
<br>
Kiet stares at the tea. So the herb is from a rare mushroom<br>
lichen mixture found under damp rocks on hill sides? Fremea<br>
and Arawn listen to this and realize the process to collect<br>
must be grueling. To separate the herb hybrid from the rocks<br>
and avoiding animal droppings - or maybe that is the secret<br>
ingredient? But it explains the tangy nature of the tea it<br>
seems. Wait didn't she say that even bird droppings are added<br>
to a spice in this or did he hear wrong? Before he can ask the<br>
challenge begins.<br>
<br>
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[Time: 7:05 am]<br>
<br>
Watching the fight, Fremea knew Z would win, though there<br>
were a couple of times it was too close. She wonders if Z had<br>
lost what really would have happened. Would she be denied access<br>
to her own family?<br>
<br>
Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the ringing<br>
sound of metal upon metal, the tang of blood in the cold air<br>
gave her even less enjoyment. Her interest lies more in<br>
watching those about her. The flesh on display was almost a<br>
heady bouquet to her senses. While the language was still as<br>
alien to her as the previous night, she didn't care and was<br>
able to ignore it.<br>
<br>
Arawn kept a careful eye on Z'leyra's belongings, hoping for<br>
her win while maintaining an impassive demeanor. And as the<br>
battle closed he joined the shaman, already in the process<br>
of procuring healing items for her to use on the champion as he<br>
crossed the field. He knelt beside her as he assisted, all the<br>
while taking in the lesson as he sought to expand his knowledge<br>
from the elven to human anatomy.<br>
<br>
Z'leyra gestures for Arawn to approach with her satchel. As<br>
Arawn approaches he notices some men are staring as if they<br>
are figuring this man to be servant to Z'leyra.<br>
<br>
Z'leyra takes the satchel and opens it. Placing her luck<br>
ring, necklace and other gear on herself. She begins to<br>
explain to Korsa what she intends to do.<br>
<br>
Z'leyra grabs her drum and begins to tap it gently to<br>
enter into a light trance. This does not surprise many<br>
as those in the know what she is doing. But the men become<br>
a bit agitated.<br>
<br>
Irana crosses her arms and watches.<br>
<br>
Once in the trance and Korsa's wounds bandaged she casts<br>
her healing spell on the champion. The green magical energy<br>
that is a green haze forms around Korsa's head and leg<br>
as it begins to wrap around and heal. Soon the leg is<br>
fully healed. But as the spell ends there is still just<br>
a slight tent of a cut on her forehead. Z'leyra figures<br>
it healed 99% of her wounds but not fully. She sighs but<br>
unwraps the bandage to ensure no infections.<br>
<br>
Irana glances around at the men who are now murmuring<br>
to themselves. She shakes her head at the open use of<br>
magic in such a public place. While the men do know<br>
magic exists and the women are part of it, it is<br>
done in private whenever possible. Now the men will<br>
be nervous for days. Irana makes a note of this and<br>
realizes the test is over.<br>
<br>
Korsa flexes her leg and smiles. "A fine job." She<br>
reaches up to her forehead. "A scar?" Z'leyra explains<br>
it will fade with her body probably by tomorrow. Korsa<br>
nods. "A nice challenge." She reaches out to shake her<br>
hand. Kamerans do not tend to shake hands but it seems<br>
the Champion is aware of this custom.<br>
<br>
Korsa nods, "now I have a hunt to prepare. See you."<br>
She then runs toward some lodges in the south.<br>
<br>
That is when Z'leyra notices the face of Irana. She<br>
looks around and sees the men staring and murmuring.<br>
Sure magic is public but she realizes that the men are<br>
too superstitious.<br>
<br>
Irana approaches, "we believe one of your brothers is<br>
in Sharedon village. The other we do not know. You<br>
may want to travel to Kaeran and see if the village<br>
there has information. If you have forgotten I can let<br>
you have a guide. Both villages are to the north west from<br>
here maybe 6-7 miles. I bid you farewell and good luck."<br>
<br>
With that Irana leaves but Arawn doesn't need to be<br>
a empath to tell she is a bit upset on the public display<br>
of magic.<br>
<br>
As the crowd disperses Z'leyra does a quick healing spell<br>
upon herself. Her wound does heal all but a small bit.<br>
<br>
Dorhak comments on how short the fight was.<br>
<br>
Kiet hears the ugly dwarf spout off about how short the<br>
fight was. He has to say something.<br>
<br>
"A real fight is over quickly if someone skilled is involved.<br>
Only battles, with many men, take a long time."<br>
<br>
Unali can't help but smile at this. The person who hid behind<br>
the group in the flying island is talking about combat like<br>
a warrior.<br>
<br>
Kiet turns to Z'leyra and says. "Congratulations! I thought<br>
you were in trouble after that first cut. Then I cringed when<br>
you whacked her in the head. I was not real sure what the tribe<br>
might do to us if you had killed her."<br>
<br>
Z'leyra answers to Kiet, "I had planned to pull my blows, but<br>
she was so fast and skilled that without going full out I<br>
wouldn't have touched her at all. As to what they might do...<br>
well the Kameri are not an evil people. They would see that<br>
you do not have an invite anymore and simple ask you to leave...<br>
and escort you to the border."<br>
<br>
Fuk listens to this realizing that a fight might've ruined<br>
almost a month's work to get here to end in seconds. Wise<br>
decisions or bad ones? Finally he speaks up. "You seemed to use<br>
different fighting forms That last blow to the head reminds me<br>
of a far eastern form of fighting."<br>
<br>
<br>
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[Time: 7:19 am]<br>
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Actions? Comments?<br>
<br>
Next Update..Monday...<br>
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GM: I think this is a good place to stop. With 17 posts<br>
I got swamped so ran out of time yesterday. I spent<br>
the first 5 hours catching up on the old posts that<br>
was 600 lines of above. Then I added another 100 lines<br>
today. It was near midnight when I finally started to<br>
do the new stuff (not recap posted stuff). Yes 5<br>
hours it takes a long time to format, edit, extract to<br>
files, add to website, etc. I had planned to move<br>
us to next village. But I think the previous night<br>
is fine to stop for actions. Since this is out later<br>
consider this the Friday update. I'll be busy tomorrow<br>
so can't much until probably Saturday. So will do some<br>
of next update then. So if get enough posts by 5pm<br>
EST Saturday that'll be fine. Sorry for being late<br>
but work and work bleh.<br>
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Mournath/Pyan you could join the other men but you<br>
never posted. So it is still a option and interact.<br>
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I think we'll move on unless the men decide to hold<br>
off longer in the lodge interactions.<br>
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GM: Arawn - I assumed you joined the men based on emails/post.<br>
<br>
Dorhak - Let me know what to do.<br>
I think I lost your comments on the fight. I may<br>
have lost the email/post. Sorry.<br>
<br>
Kell - You still around? Been quiet. For next adventure<br>
you'll need to be super active. :)<br>
<br>
Kiet - Can do stuff just let me know what.<br>
<br>
Mae - Can chat with Fremea if that was your intent.<br>
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Z'leyra - How long to stay in the village? On to<br>
which village next?<br>
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GM: Time - New folks<br>
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For the new folks you may see how I handle things by<br>
now. There are important things to consider. The first<br>
are time stamps and date stamps. [Febris 8th..] [Time: 5pm]<br>
These show which part of the day things are going on. For<br>
this update it covers about 12 hours. Folks can post retro<br>
active things like the men's lodge fine with no issues.<br>
Only when it affects present (last events in update) that<br>
it can be a issue. For example say current event is that<br>
group needs a shovel to dig up a treasure. If none were<br>
considered then its not done. But one can't say the previous<br>
morning you bought a shovel at the store. That would affect<br>
the current. So it is suggested but not required to reply<br>
in terms of these time situations. Look at John/Arawn's<br>
posts he uses the time stamps which are great. But it<br>
is not required. It just helps me figure out where to<br>
place the things in the update. Else I have to assume<br>
ere and not there. So it helps with cohesion. So feel<br>
free to post retro old actions and new ones.<br>
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GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]<br>
Feb 7 - ????<br>
Feb 8+- ????<br>
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