[pnpgm] Game update #17 - File #75 - Strie'bog gets home

Robert Maxwell bioram at langate.gsu.edu
Mon Feb 5 17:05:08 CET 2007


          Man: "I am Aggalu chief hunter for my village.  We have
            been chasing these four for three days.  That one"
            [He points to the axeman] "killed a hunter when he
            found them poaching some one of our hogs.  We
            believe they have come from the plains.  Raids
            like this is common but it seems like its more so
            these days.  I appreciate the help of their capture.
            Our village appreciates it.  We would like to take
            them back for justice by our elders.  Unless
            you" [he looks at Arawn] "as druid would like to
            give immediate justice?"

   

          Farseeker: "What is justice here?  When we were
            travelling with Caladan's brother he said the
            Vassa ridicule or banish as punishments.  Would
            they kill them?"

    
Looking to Farseeker, Strie'bog says, "yes, it is more commong for us
to use less harsh punishment to help people to grow from wrongs they
commit, but there is a time and a place when more stern measures are
taken."  Looking to Arawn, and speaking in the tounge of the trees, "if
you do not feel comfortable passing judgement, then let the elder and
the village choose.  There is no dishonor in this course."


          [The party breaks through a large area of ancient
           trees into a younger area of trees.  As the
           party travels about 500 yards they reach a grove
           that opens up.  As the party approach though their
           eyes begin to play tricks as the area up ahead looks
           dark or gray.  As the party gets there they notice
           the land seems barren.  The party stops on what
           looks like the border.  Just feet away where the
            grass is green and vibrant the area is dead and dark.
            Farseeker dismounts to look it over.]

           Xian: "Don't touch the grass!"

           Farseeker: "Why?"

           Thig: "Just a second.  I'm trying to sense magic here
             but I sense nothing.  Its not magical it almost
             feels a natural death."

"This is the wound I spoke of.  My father died at this spot, defending
my mother from the attacks of a Kotothi Shaman.  As a man of faith, he
called upon his inner spirit to draw from the black magics from the
shaman.  He succeeded, but it cost his life.  My mother's heart broke
that day, and this is the manifestation of her pain.  Nothing has grown
in this spot since that day."



          [Time: 3:48pm]

          [As Strie'bog leads the way to his home a smile comes to
           his face as he recognizes a small grove of open grass
           about 30 feet wide.  To the left side in the west is a
           tall ancient tree about 170 feet tall.  The base of the
           tree is about 6 feet around with thick roots going
           in various directions.  It is thriving and green.
           Strie'bog dismounts.  Even in the shadow of the sun in
           the west the eastern side of the tree there is a small
           single green and red flower growing.  Strie'bog smiles
           and grabs his Balalaika tight.  The party look at
           each other in confusion but let him do this thing.
           Strie'bog spends some time touching the tree and thinking
           to himself.  He then looks north for a few moments and
           remounts his horse leading the party away.]

"This is the place of my birth," while looking at the flower and around
the grove.  "Unlike the barren place, this is one which still fills my
mother with great love, and it is ever in bloom."  Bowing his head,
"this place..." he choaks up a little.  "I have a tie to this place, but
let us continue."

          [Time: 5:32pm]

          [By now the sun is to the low sky on in the west as winter
           continues it gets darker and darker.  It will probably
           be light for another 30-45 minutes maybe.]

          [As the party travel they emerge into a large open grove
           about 50 yards by 50 yards.  tot he north stands a
           large wooden log cabin like house.  It looks to maybe
           be a 3 room home but hard to tell.  Strie'bog smiles
           and says its his home.  Strie'bog looks around the
           scene.  To each side on the border are tall trees and
           bushes covering most views.  A good secluded spot for
           a family home.  But from the area there doesn't seem
           to be a village here or nearby.  The horses start
           walking north to the home.  The party finds a log to
           tie up the horses and dismount.  The birds in the
           area are loud and seem content.  The bushes have alot
           of flowers blooming even this time of day.  The
           well shows the bucket seems to be outside and on the
           ground with spilled water.  But that sometimes happens
           with animals.]

 "As you are friends, you are welcome to enter."






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