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<div> FYI, not sure what's up with the main game site but I keep linking to Adventure 6, even through the PnP site.</div>
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The odd sensations Arawn had felt, through both his physical and spiritual senses, caused the alfar a growing unease. It was the rumble of uneasy earth, the elemental forces grumbling and he worried what it presaged. Dorhak, who remained up front and at
a distance, seemed comfortable enough though the druid wondered if he should call out for the dwarf to share his thoughts.</div>
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<div> "The earth grows uneasy... troubled," he finally uttered. </div>
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"Dorhak, what do you make of this growing grumble and rumble?," he said, daring to raise his voice just enough to engage the dwarf in the dark confines of the tunnels.</div>
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[Quote: Fuk approaches Arawn... "Can we trust him?"]</div>
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<div> Arawn, both sympathetic and empathetic, felt deeply for Raki in light of the horrors the shifter had both witnessed and endured. There was a part that wanted to offer comfort to the shape-shifter, to help him transcend the pain and loneliness he carried
like a weighty stone. But knowing the malleable nature of thought he kept a certain level of cautious reservation while realizing that time would allow for truth to capture solidity. Nevertheless, he felt a strong bond with the shifter for Raki, in some ways
was like himself, a seemingly pacifistic anomoly among his own people and now cast out into an alien world.</div>
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"I cannot say so with absolute certainty but I think so, I think we can," he replied to Fuk. "I've shared his thoughts of loneliness and pain at the suffering he's witnessed. But more than that, as one ponders your question, I think we should ask ourselves,
what evil goal might he have to gain from slaying his own kind and helping us?"</div>
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The elemental unease he had been feeling along the journey finally gave its answer as the party formed its plan to cross the heat-ravaged pit. He watched as Raki formed a bridge, unsure why the shifter didn't just fly the other party members across the chasm
as he had done with Kell's body, but kept his mouth shut at that moment as he studied the area. One by one the party made the leap until the rumble gave its boisterous answer with a violent and fiery quiver.</div>
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<div>[ As Mae struggled to maintain her grip he cast about, making sure he wasn't about to bump into another party member and risk toppling one or the other in the lava should he move forward. His goal was to reach for Mae, securing her while planting his
feet to help keep her from sliding forward so that others could help aid her with the rope.</div>
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If this wasn't an option then was prepared to attempt a casting of the Levitation spell if the man began to slip before others were able to help, hoping it would succeed and allow Fuk to rise from danger.</div>
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Otherwise his last hope lay in the Cryx, remembering Zin's words that the sphere was not only a source of energy, likely working through his own form even now, but a source of protection from the fire. Should all else fail he might have to test this out,
calling on the Cryx to somehow protect Fuk from falling.</div>
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<div> Should any PC's/NPC's not be at risk should Raki shapeshift he'll call out, "Raki, can you fly to Fuk?!"]<br>
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<div class="PlainText">` Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex<br>
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FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Al.. Ma<br>
...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma<br>
--.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe<br>
W3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
W2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma<br>
R4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe<br>
...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe<br>
R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma<br>
R3.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma<br>
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra<br>
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Game Update #112 sequence (file #797)<br>
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Admin Notes: None.<br>
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[Recap]<br>
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From Arawn: [Re: Good wishes]<br>
I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you're starting to feel better<br>
now and have a swift and easy recovery:)<br>
GM: Ack. It's nice to see another player give concern. So many<br>
1) never post 2) don't post much and 3) when they do they<br>
don't share a communal mindset. So its good to see another<br>
player give community feedback.<br>
<br>
From Mae: [Re: Actions]<br>
Maelorna takes a breath, trying to calm herself as the one called<br>
<br>
...softly, looking at the creature "Oh, I think I'm in ...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]<br>
Dorhak just looks around, seeing he and the others are<br>
helpless. He shakes his head and says "What have you ...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Kiet: [Re; Actions]<br>
Kiet listens to the rantings of the 'thing' holding the...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
<br>
From Arawn: [Re: Alter]<br>
Arawn, too, was a little suspicious, a trait he had....<br>
<br>
"The altar was covered in symbols, both Sidh and Balance...<br>
<br>
[If Dorhak is willing Arawn will cast Eye of Mystery, max<br>
EL, to see exactly what it is Dorhak saw on the altar though<br>
I assume from the post that this will likely be unsuccesful]<br>
GM: Ack. Well its a time factor here. If you spent time<br>
dealing with the wounded then probably would not have<br>
time to talk to Dorhak before knocked out again. This<br>
why one has to decide priorities. Healing? Saving gear?<br>
Using spells? This choice can be critical.<br>
<br>
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]<br>
Z'leyra says "I bet that you can not wake the dormant...<br>
GM: Ack.<br>
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[New Stuff]<br>
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[Febris 9th, 1635TH]<br>
<br>
[Time: 5:01 pm]<br>
[Unknown Location]<br>
<br>
[Lave area - Moments before]<br>
<br>
Maelorna takes a breath, trying to calm herself as the one<br>
called Kiet has managed to acquire everyone's gear but from the<br>
look on his face, it wasn't from the desire to steal. If she<br>
weren't still struggling to come to grips with what happened she<br>
might have thought to help him. The ceremonial dagger she<br>
didn't need, any dagger could do.<br>
<br>
Mae gave Lucria a grateful smile as he brushes her hair and<br>
blinks as he warns her about something connected to her neck<br>
and she reaches back to feel for it as her first thought is<br>
collar, but as she can feel it, there is nothing even close to<br>
feeling like a collar on the back of her neck.<br>
<br>
Maelorna groans as she can feel the last remnants of her meal<br>
churn in her stomach, while her mind starts to think of another<br>
hunger she can indulge in. With a groan she ignores it, time<br>
will allow her to feed eventually as the bright light burns at<br>
her eyes and she squeezes them shut.<br>
<br>
With all that is happening, she begins to question if the<br>
court isn't actually having fun at her expense, especially when<br>
she finds her muscles refuse her control and she grouses. It<br>
was obvious Master Gniled wasn't even close to the level of<br>
magic that was being used and unlike the feeling she got with<br>
the realm of the shadow hounds, this didn't feel anything like<br>
it. As her vision finally clears and she is able to at least<br>
see in front of her and it isn't pleasant as she isn't the only<br>
one playing lawn ornament.<br>
<br>
Arawn, too, was a little suspicious, a trait he had carried<br>
since arriving in Kameri. But he was skilled enough to keep<br>
such from showing on his face, though he made sure to keep Kiet<br>
within his line of sight at all times until the truth could be<br>
determined.<br>
<br>
When Dorhak spoke up Arawn shifted his attention slightly so<br>
as to better acknowledge the dwarf, his lips pursing as the<br>
symbols were brought up for discussion.<br>
<br>
Arawn speaks while helping set the woman's shoulder.<br>
<br>
"The altar was covered in symbols, both Sidh and Balance<br>
oriented. I wish I had taken more time to study the table but<br>
there seemed more pressing concerns at that time," Arawn said,<br>
glancing at the wounded villagers.<br>
<br>
"Father and mother..."<br>
<br>
He leaned in towards Dorhak, his expression thoughtful and<br>
serious all at once.<br>
<br>
"What more can you tell me of the layout? Or, better yet,<br>
will you allow me to see through your eyes - what you saw on<br>
the altar?"<br>
<br>
Then Kiet falls with the gear at Z'leyra's feet.<br>
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[Audience Room - Current room]<br>
[Moments before Lucria's death]<br>
<br>
'Don't look at me little one, it's not like I want you to<br>
be helpless, well, I do, but there is plenty of time for you<br>
to surrender to me and the Princess.' the voice giggles<br>
playfully. Listening to the taunting of the creatures as it<br>
changed, Mae struggled to recall from the pain fill lessons at<br>
the hand of Master Gniled any lore she might recall and sadly<br>
can only come up with a few creatures and none of them<br>
pleasant.<br>
<br>
The helpless woman dying breaks her musing as through the<br>
woman's cries, Maelorna wanted to scream out on her own as the<br>
voice started to laugh maniacally 'I can see him being a true<br>
dish, however, surviving in the court he would perish all too<br>
quickly, he's too impulsive.' it comments and Maelorna adds<br>
yet another point to the growing list of reasons to avoid the<br>
family reunion and Court of Princess Naamah. Maelorna tries to<br>
sound convincing and counters 'Like I care, it's a human,<br>
something that would fear, hate and detest me if she knew what I<br>
was.' But pity is what she feels, for the woman or herself<br>
she isn't certain, 'The woman just lost something she cared<br>
for' and something Maelorna would be forever denied by virtue<br>
of her being.<br>
<br>
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[After Lucria's death and Kiet is set free]<br>
<br>
Kiet listens to the rantings of the 'thing' holding the<br>
party. It seems he can't escape this prison, and even beings<br>
as powerful as this can't simply leave. They need something<br>
to blunt the magic against them.<br>
<br>
The death of the Kameran woman was regrettable, but not<br>
surprising. At least make her a slave. That is useful. If<br>
what he says is true about being here for a long time, it's<br>
probably made him unbalanced.<br>
<br>
Kiet watches the male Kameran seem to walk to the lava room<br>
again. He could save him but doesn't have the device that<br>
is on the alter by Arawn. The man will probably just dive<br>
into the lava to his death. But at least its not him. But<br>
he can try another thing.<br>
<br>
Kiet decides to do something he has been wanting to do for a<br>
good long time. He walks over to the pile of stuff taken from<br>
the party, and starts going through it all. If there is a<br>
pouch, he empties it and examines the contents. If he finds<br>
his rings, he puts them on, and sets aside the rest of it. He<br>
goes through everybody else's packs, handles their weapons,<br>
examines their helmets, etc.<br>
<br>
Kiet still has his tulwar on as he walks by the alter and<br>
the Alfar on it. One of his rings is missing though not<br>
sure where the other is. He passes by the creature only<br>
a few feet from him.<br>
<br>
Fuk yells out, "Kiet! Kill him! Free us!"<br>
<br>
But Kiet continues on toward the pile in the north<br>
west corner of the room.<br>
<br>
Kiet makes two piles. One pile is for what looks to be<br>
mundane items, the other looks to be for shiny things.<br>
<br>
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[Time: 5:01? pm]<br>
[Unknown Location]<br>
<br>
Dorhak just looks around, seeing he and the others are<br>
helpless. He shakes his head and says "What have you humans<br>
gotten me into?" He's not really sure what else to do, but<br>
begins to think again about the gods of stone and silence.<br>
He truly, truly hopes they are also gods of action.<br>
<br>
Z'leyra says "I bet that you can not wake the dormant one in<br>
my greatsword! You are too weak, too impure! Go on, Show us your<br>
power!! I bet that you can't! I dare you!"<br>
<br>
She continues to try to move her body. But she can't free<br>
her arms and without arms can't move hands to cast spells.<br>
<br>
Z'leyra watches as Kiet passes and glares but he seems to<br>
be intent on the pile of gear.<br>
<br>
The creature looks to Z'leyra. "Impure? You know nothing.<br>
We are not human! We are our own kind. Born before the<br>
dirty creatures you call humans came down from the trees or<br>
rose up from the water. The Serpent was right humans are<br>
a vile plaque."<br>
<br>
Fuk yells, "what do we call you! A coward who can't even<br>
give us his name deserves no honor."<br>
<br>
The creature looks to Fuk. "I'm sorry...well no I'm not...<br>
I know he was your friend." He glances at the mess that<br>
was since Lucria's head. Then over at Mae and smiles. "That<br>
one cared for him. She won't admit it but I can see it in<br>
her mind when I touched it." Then back to Fuk "I am<br>
called so large a name your weak human cords can't even<br>
try to say." He glances down at Arawn. "This one well<br>
his kind. They have fine cords! We'd rip body parts out<br>
figuring how what makes you all go in the past. Elves do<br>
seem to curl their letters with flair than humans."<br>
<br>
"You may call me Zin. My actual name has about 30 letters.<br>
But this name was given to me by a girl. We were tossing<br>
humans off the cliff to see which ones landed last. A fat<br>
girl or a skinny one. The skinny talked about some stupid<br>
doll with that name. She called me that just before I tossed<br>
her over the side. Sadly they both hit roughly the same time."<br>
<br>
Zin looks to Z'leyra. "You cow me. This is the word? No.<br>
What is that animal with the whiskers? Ah. Goat. You are<br>
the one with less power. Not being able to cast your magic<br>
without your hands. Even if you could the gods who made this<br>
place only allowed their great magic here. I suppose if you<br>
tried it could work if you were lucky. Our kind is not one<br>
to use magic. None of us ever had that ability. Who was it<br>
that I read from? Ahh. Fremea? She had thoughts of the<br>
Vong in her mind. That race...we might even like as we<br>
have much in common."<br>
<br>
Three of the bland sexless beings enter from the west near<br>
Z'leyra. Two flank the passage exit. The third stands<br>
watching holding something. Zin waves him onward. The<br>
object in the shifter's hands glows a cyan blue with a<br>
white interior. The glowing ball is held in place by some<br>
rock structure like a hand held pedestal. The glowing ball<br>
is about the size of a infant's head.<br>
<br>
Zin reaches for the ball, the Cyrx, is placed on the alter<br>
at Arawn's head. Zin watches Kiet having fun. "Be kind<br>
and bring me that large great sword. We do need to get<br>
this head removed. Then we can all leave." He reaches<br>
for the dagger on the alter. The one he took from Z'layha.<br>
The pure 100% Kameran metal - the metal the shifters send<br>
out to the Kamerans.<br>
<br>
"This dagger is dormant. We can't wake it up. No.<br>
We risk this great loss to our people here. But out<br>
there it is a great benefit. Once we wake them up it<br>
will be the largest army even the Katai would be proud of.<br>
But the process is not possible to reverse here in this<br>
plane. However," he extends his hand and draws the<br>
dagger. With a grunt he slams the blade down onto<br>
the shape changer's left pinky. It falls to the side.<br>
Zin picks it up and then places it to the glowing ball.<br>
The finger a piece of the creature's body then balls up<br>
into a grayless looking metal. "A piece of me gone<br>
forever until we leave this place. The Kamerans<br>
can then forge the metal. But we found that this<br>
thing." He points to the ball. "Was meant to give us<br>
energy and protect us from the fire. The gods clearly<br>
did not know the power of the forces outside. Lava<br>
came and went. This thing is useless. But when one<br>
day we had a fellow cut himself on some jewelry the<br>
Kameran's sent us in Tribute then it touched this?<br>
We learned the benefits. I doubted the gods even realize<br>
this benefit. Or maybe they did and it was gods who<br>
wanted us to have a chance."<br>
<br>
Zin leans over Arawn and tries to spit but has not learned<br>
how do to this in human form. "But your father did not<br>
want us ever to escape did he?"<br>
<br>
As the creature scrutinizes and questions her, sounding more<br>
like he's musing aloud than asking for a response, Maelorna<br>
regards him curiously and finds little to her liking. She<br>
holds her tongue, preferring to wait and bide her time. When<br>
he approaches Lucria she watches carefully and wonders truly<br>
which side of her she wants to curse more. Her heart stops<br>
upon hearing Lucria's high-pitched scream that cuts off the<br>
moment his head explodes and showers the area about him in<br>
brain matter and gore. She goes cold as an emptiness opens<br>
up and she realizes once again anything she cares for will<br>
never be hers to keep, as the one thing she had dared to hope<br>
to care for just perished. Her emerald eyes smolder hungrily<br>
and a knowing smile creeps across her lips as she lets the voice<br>
free, if she is fated to have the reunion with the Court then<br>
she no longer cares. Her body slowly changes, large oversized<br>
bat wings burst from her back, flexing outwards stretching and<br>
folding back to relax against her back. A long tail easily<br>
flows from beneath the remnants of the gown she had been wearing<br>
to curl about her legs playfully and a small pair of horns jut<br>
from her forehead. The blasphemous tongue of Lilith's Command<br>
sounds delightful to her ears as she speaks sensuously and<br>
softly, looking at the creature "Oh, I think I'm in love, I<br>
never thought to finally meet one that might bring me such<br>
delight." she purrs as she looks at him and bends all of her<br>
will into the promise of what she can offer in the single<br>
glance she might give him.<br>
<br>
As Mae transforms the wings are not as big as Fremea's and<br>
seems to be not even large enough to lift her. But as Mae<br>
talks the pain jolts her body but she is used to pain. The<br>
thing on the back of her neck is reacting. Trying to regain<br>
control. As Mae finishes her speech a large grunt is heard<br>
and the thing pops out flying to the ground. Blood begins<br>
to pour down Mae's back but it is not thick critical damage<br>
but enough to wet her gown.<br>
<br>
Mae ignores the blood she has been whipped too many<br>
times to know the feeling of blood on her back. But<br>
she moves her hands and steps forward. She stares at<br>
Zin.<br>
<br>
Zin stares back with a blank look on his face but this<br>
isn't odd as he has had it before. The one who handed<br>
him the ball notices Mae moving and begins to speak in<br>
a language no one knows. The one points to the whistle<br>
device and waves at Zin to get it.<br>
<br>
Mae glances to her left to see the other 2 shape shifters<br>
stare at her. Both extend their hands and large claws form<br>
on their hands changing from human hands to razor sharp claws.<br>
<br>
From behind Z'layha stares at Mae. "What are you!"<br>
<br>
Fuk looks as Mae moves. "What..what.." His mind screams<br>
to tell her to get the whistle device. Though even if she<br>
did the chances of her knowing how to use it is remote.<br>
But his mind yells this but his lips only speaks in<br>
confusion at this sudden change.<br>
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Actions? Comments?<br>
<br>
Next Update.. Saturday/Monday??<br>
<br>
GM: Well that's interesting. The pretty red head is a bit<br>
more than a sex toy. :) I think this is a good place<br>
to stop. I did say it would be a short update so only<br>
a minute or two. Consider this the Monday update.<br>
I'll work on next update Saturday. I know I know<br>
weird schedule. But I hope to get back to Mon/Fri<br>
soon. We do what we must.<br>
<br>
It will be another short update next time as well.<br>
<br>
GM: PC update. Well I tried to get my cd/cdr to run<br>
but both drives would not on old pc. So since<br>
I could not load win98 to load the USB drivers<br>
to use the USB I could not do much. Since fans<br>
are dirt cheap I may just order one and have it<br>
installed. That'll fix the heat issue. At same<br>
time will get tech to swap out the HD. Though this<br>
would defeat the purpose of a fan. I have tested<br>
XP Virtual mode on my win7 machine. This old<br>
editor I love works fine on it. So I can edit<br>
updates and files there on new pc. I would use<br>
dosbox but it has some serious quirks. So<br>
editor option solved but speed will be a factor.<br>
On this old pc I ignore windows and use pure dos<br>
for speed. I know I'm a dino! But its far faster<br>
to switch files and such. When I'm looking at<br>
a dozen sheets and tons of pnp rules its faster.<br>
I can do things like norton TS to find text in files<br>
faster that one rule I need, etc. So speed on the<br>
new pc will be probably 20% slower. This means there<br>
would be chances of less updates. So progress is not<br>
always better. :) But I'll wait till next adventure<br>
to do all this. Oh a spell checker. I use old word 97<br>
on this machine. But for new one I'd have to port it<br>
over to openoffice. That could be a longer process.<br>
All these things I'll have to consider. :)<br>
<br>
GM: Arawn - You are still aware of it all. Emails sent.<br>
<br>
Dorhak - do you allow the spell? Arawn may only have<br>
a second or two so no recastings before group is<br>
knocked out again in lava room.<br>
<br>
Kiet - how long on these piles do you take?<br>
<br>
GM: Editor's comments: Last update the Dwarves goofed<br>
up yet again. They forgot to show me the notes<br>
that Z's dagger/Unali's dagger were made from Marentian<br>
metals. So not pure 100%. So the dagger held by<br>
Zin is actually Z'layha's since it is pure. He would<br>
have read this in the mind scans when touched folks<br>
while knocked out to find a pure Shifter Metal item.<br>
So blame the dwarves. (Except Dorhak he's cool!)<br>
<br>
GM: Last chance to cast any spells before Saturday from old<br>
scenes - villages and such. I will be finally updating<br>
sheets and mana reports. So last chance.<br>
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