[pnpgm] Game Update #20 - File # 43 - Where is Chion?
Scott Adams
longshot at darktech.org
Tue Feb 5 09:04:16 CET 2008
HT Alias/Player Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
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R1 John Haight...........Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar Ma
?? Chris Wells...........Ben'dar...........Warrior.Normal/Human Ma
W2 Marcel Liberty........Chion.............Sailor..Normal/Human Ma
Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....NormalFaerry Fe
W4 Wout Broere...........Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human Fe
R4 Alex Koponen..........Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human Fe
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Boyzdar [Wolf] (Strie'bog),
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Game Update #20 in sequence (file #43)
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[Recap]
From Ben'dar: [Re: Actions]
When Ben'Dar sees Unali awake, he helps her up, murmuring,
"Glad to see you're alright. I was worried..." then he cuts
off brusquely as if embarrassed.
When the leader accuses Ben'Dar of being weird, Ben'Dar
folds his arms across his chest and glowers at the man. "We
are no bandits," he says bluntly.
When the leader tells that Chion may be in trouble if the
assassin dies, Ben'Dar growls, "The man attacked us. His
life is forfeit!" He waves a hand in disgust. "Bah! I am
more concerned about whether or not my friends are ok than if
we are treating an assassin (he spits) with kid gloves."
When the beggars tell their story, Ben'Dar hears the gaurd
leader's comments and looks thoughtfully toward the faerry
Kaylle. "Perhaps a child, perhaps not..." he muses. "What
did this 'child' look like?" he demands of the beggars. "Where
did you meet her?"
When the recovered messenger begins whining, Ben'Dar merely
glares at him and takes a threatening step toward him, fists
clenched. When the poor man asks about 'pain and suffering',
Ben'Dar steps up quickly to the man and gets in his face. "You
don't know what pain and suffering are....yet." he growls. Then
louder, "You are an accomplice of the assassin. Prove
otherwise!"
(OOC: Yes, Ben'Dar is a little suspicious by nature...
GM: Ack.
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From Raban: [Re: Actions]
<Since we appear to be out of fast time, I will add longer
posts>
In response to who he is, Raban says "Who am I, why I am Raban
Usherwood, a Master Entertainer and Acolyte Bard of Miryan from
the Court of Cernunnos."
Turning to the injured lady, he says with sincerity and tear
wet eyes, "Unali, I am greatly sorry for not coming to your aid
in time. I could not see the balcony from the stage, or I would
have dove in front of the dart to save you. At the least with
me there, the assassin would have had a hard time even seeing
you."
To the others, "I am concerned that the confrontation I had
just moments before the attack, could also have been arranged.
So many occurrences at nearly the same time seems more than
coincidence. If so, then I must help you further, as I must
redeem myself from being used to hurt Unali, even indirectly,
so I will stand as her bodyguard until these people are caught.
I will also help speed her recovery."
GM: Ack.
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From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
Fremea being a little disoriented after the teleport, takes
a few seconds to figure out what happened. Having experienced
it only once before, she realizes what must have happened and
quickly regains herself. Seeing Chion sway a little bit and
not be his normal after a teleport, she goes to see what is
going on. Noticing at the same time that the assassin is
secured, she checks his bindings to make sure he is not
going any where.
GM: Ack.
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From Arawn : [Re: Actions]
Arawn's hand hovered above the fallen dart as the commander of
the guards shouted his order. Pulling his hand back he remained
crouched for a moment as he looked at the man before standing.
"As you wish," he said and then walked past the man, whisper ing
quietly to Aren's agent so that the other soldiers would not
hear what else he had to add, "But know that I can use it to
locate the assassin if you fail to apprehend him."
He hoped that the man's connection to the others through Duke
Aren would keep Chion and Fremea out of trouble and wondered if
he should have said anything but if something should happen to
the two he wanted to make sure that the dart was not tampered
with or disposed of before it could be used.
Seeing that Unali was making a recovery he decided to the let
the warrior rest while he saw to the other victims of the attack.
Moving first to the messengers side he gave an apology for the
rough surprise and gently offered to look over his wounds, as
minor as they were, in an effort to comfort him, pulling out a
silver coin for the messenger's troubles, before tending to the
battered man beside the bar. As he did so his thoughts raced to
Chion and Fremea and though he assumed that the wizard had
teleported the assassin along with themselves away he hoped that
they were not in any danger. Thinking about this he eventually
wandered over to Z'leyra, Unali, and Raban.
"Where do you think Chion and Fremea have taken off to?," he
said in a very low voice.
GM: Ack.
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From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
Z'leyra responds "He might have teleported anyware. I have no
real idea of where he is now. I hope he wasn't poisoned."
She observes the guards while mixing another potion just in case
someone needs a cure for Death Poison in the near future.
GM: Ack.
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[New Stuff]
[Marqi 29, 1633TH. 1st Day of Adventure #4.
Location: Sivas, Marentia, Green Eye Tavern.
[Time: 8:19am]
[Location: Maren City, Chion's Home...]
[As the assassin taunts and tries to bribe his way out
of this situation with Chion, Fremea checks his bindings.
They seem secure but she is no rope expert. As she
does she discretely scans the house looking at various
objects and try to gain clues on where she is. The
house is a bit dark and she tries to learn exactly
where she is but soon finds little clues. Maybe
a safe house the party uses or even some random
person's home. She comes around front and sees Chion
look a bit pale.]
[Chion uses one hand to balance himself on a chair and the
other arm he leans on his tall staff. He eyes the
assassin trying to figure out what his game plan is.]
[Fremea approaches Chion and examines the wounds made by
the thrown daggers. The one in the chest seems to be
a bit inflamed a sure sign of possible poison irritants.]
Chion: "It is poison. Fast death by the feel of it. Not the
first time I've felt it. If you can cure poisons, then by
all means, save me the trouble of returning to the bar.
Then we can get on with the questioning."
Assassin: 'So its to be torture then? You don't think I've
been trained to resist it? Yes "daughter" see if you can
cure it. Its not the same poison I used on the other
one but it works..."
[Fremea looks to the side and then recalls that she didn't
have time to grab her bag. Even then it could take
hours to come up with a cure through trial and error.
She turns to Chion and shakes her head.]
Assassin: "...Just like you helped with the beggars."
[Fremea twirls around at this and stares at the assassin.]
[Chion continues to feel himself ebbing away. He can't
stay here much longer. He considers what he just heard
as taunts but who really knows this newcomer to the
party like Fremea? He knows the house is secure and
he shouldn't be long for a few moments. He takes the
risk and speaks up.]
Chion: "True. Business is business. Daughter dearest (with
a smile) would you please stay here, I have something I must
do. Make sure he doesn't move, I will be back in a matter of
moments. Don't try to leave (knowing his door traps are still
armed). I will return."
Assassin: "Your too late your friend is dead! Daughter!
Did you rape some pegasus horse or fly to get her?"
[He grins and his white teeth shows through a clenched jaw.
Chion knows the man is bold but most assassins have to be.]
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[Location: Sivas City, Green Eye Tavern]
[Moments ago as Unali is being treated the beggars are
questioned. Ben'dar looks at Kaylle as he asks the
question which thoroughly confuses Kaylle.]
Ben'dar: "Perhaps a child, perhaps not..." [he muses.] "What
did this 'child' look like?" [he demands of the beggars.]
"Where did you meet her?"
Beggar: "About 5-6 years old...maybe 3-4 feet tall. Just
told us if we wanted a job to see a street vendor and
then she ran off. I told my friends here and we found
the vendor and he told us some guy gave him a coin to
pay for some painting work here at this tavern and
mentioned the name. We then came here."
[Moments later...]
[Raban and Ben'dar help Unali to a seat. Ben'dar whispers
to her quietly.]
Ben'dar: "Glad to see you're alright. I was worried..."
[Ben'dar realizes others may be watching. He stands
and pretends to smooth his leather tunic and necklace.
To change the subject he asks Raban who he is.]
Raban: "Who am I, why I am Raban Usherwood, a Master Entertainer
and Acolyte Bard of Miryan from the Court of Cernunnos."
[The guard leader sees Arawn lean down to grab the dart on
the floor and yells to him to stop. Arawn's hand stops
a half inch from the dart. Arawn turns to look at the
man and stands slowly waiting for a possible threat or
attack.]
Arawn: "As you wish," [He walks over to the man and whispers
to the not so secret agent quietly.] "But know that I can use
it to locate the assassin if you fail to apprehend him."
[The man places a hand and runs it through his hair.]
Commander: "So do we. But it need to be untouched for now."
[Arawn nods but smiles inwardly knowing the man likely has
no clue how magic works.]
[Ben'dar nods and then examines the messenger and the guard
commander with glaring eyes. Raban leans down, not easy
for a 8 foot person, and speaks to Unali with sincerity and
a tearful eye.]
Raban: "Unali, I am greatly sorry for not coming to your aid
in time. I could not see the balcony from the stage, or I
would have dove in front of the dart to save you. At the
least with me there, the assassin would have had a hard time
even seeing you."
[Raban stands and Unali wonders about his words. This soft
spoken giant of a man is a stranger but seems to be
a obvious ladies man. She wonders if his sincerity is
true or a ploy. Raban looks briefly at the others in
the party.]
Raban: "I am concerned that the confrontation I had just
moments before the attack, could also have been arranged. So
many occurrences at nearly the same time seems more than
coincidence. If so, then I must help you further, as I must
redeem myself from being used to hurt Unali, even indirectly,
so I will stand as her bodyguard until these people are
caught. I will also help speed her recovery."
[Ben'dar turns and grins as he scans the bar and guards. He
knows Unali can take care of herself. She surely doesn't
need much of a bodyguard.]
Unali: "Well, I will sit down for a minute. Raban you say your
name is? The offer is very flattering, but it would be wise
to watch your own back first. The man who said they would
watch my back have a tendency of disappearing. Or they end
up in a bar. Cholan, get us some new drinks over here. Mine
is somewhere on the floor. What do you want Raban?"
[Cholan still confused shrugs but knows to the party this
situation is all too "normal". Figuring it to be anything
but that he goes to the bar to get some drinks. Unali
turns to the party and Micah.]
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[Location: Maren City, Chion's Home...]
[Chion casts quick spells of Invisibility, Insubstantial,
Levitate so he can move and Teleports back to the tavern.]
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[Location: Sivas City, Green Eye Tavern]
[Chion teleports to the south of the table. Levitating a inch
above the floor he looks around and sees the party mostly
standing around now. Newcomers are here including Raban,
Micah and some other guards. He begins to sense and scan
for the bezoar potion.]
Unali: "So now Chion is gone too. Ah well Micah, sit down
and join us for a few minutes. Chion has a habit of popping
out and popping back in. I have no clue where he might be
at the moment but he will be back shortly."
[Micah throws up his hands in frustration and grabs a chair
and sits facing the back of the chair and arms over
the back of the chair he listens to Unali. Unali leans
in a bit closer and whispers.]
Unali: "Not to good feelings for your prisoner though. Chion
can be a bit protective towards me at times. Don't be too
harsh on Chion. And I guess no further leads on the female
friend of our merchant?"
Micah: "The Priestess is still jailed. Her escape failed."
[He stands and looks over at the guards who seem to be
bored at door looking at the bar thirsty.] "You don't
understand Chion could lead everyone into a path he may
not wish. If the assassin dies there will be questions.
I may not have full authority here. Once a military
commander gets here my service will have to ....be
dismissed. I must maintain some level of discretion for
the King. If the military guy who takes over here asks
questions he might wish to detain everyone here. That
would lead to more questions. Questions we both don't
want answered. Said answers would lead to investigations
and the court would find out of past events that should
not be discussed. You understand? If those reinforcements
arrive they will surely have someone to take my place.
Time is limited here."
[Raban returns not hearing the whispers of past conspiracy
and party deeds and hands Unali a drink. Ben'dar folds
his arms and recalls being insulted by being called
bandits.]
Ben'dar: "We are no bandits,"
Micah: "I know this.." [He glances at the guards again
hoping they can't hear] "But the world doesn't. Soon
the citizens will question what is going on here. Chion
could be in trouble as you all if the assassin dies."
[Chion turns his head to this whisper and raises an
eyebrow for a brief half second.]
Ben'dar: "The man attacked us. His life is forfeit!" [He waves
a hand in disgust.] "Bah! I am more concerned about whether
or not my friends are ok than if we are treating an assassin
(he spits) with kid gloves."
Micah: "He will likely be executed but we need to talk to him
to learn of other...details and holes in this..and other
situations."
[The messenger begins to protest again. He points at Ben'dar.]
Messenger: "Are you going to arrest him or do I lodge
a complaint with the city officials?"
[Ben'dar turns and glares at him with fists clenched and
takes a threatening pose and steps toward the young lad
up to his face. Ben'dar can tell the young 17-18 year
old boy is shaking in slight fear.]
Ben'dar: "You don't know what pain and suffering are....
yet." [he growls. Then louder,] "You are an accomplice of
the assassin. Prove otherwise!"
[The man looks to Ben'dar then Micah and the guards. He
begins to speak but seems to not get the words out. He
begins to stammer.]
Messenger: "I...I..what?!? Assassin where? You attacked
me I simply came here to deliver something for a
Cheon Blades and its only for him. But I will not
stand here and lose my job for the likes of you!"
Micah: [he snaps for a guard to come over] "Take the boy
to the other side of the bar with the others. We'll
deal with him later. Why don't you leave the bag
here son."
Messenger: "No way! Company rules. I and only I can
hold this bag or its considered theft. I will hand
over what I have for Cheyon Blades and only him."
[The guard begins to shove the boy away. Arawn walks
over and leans over by the messenger. He begins to
speak low and in gentle tones to calm the man down.
He offers to check his nose and the man allows it
at the grunt of the guard. The nose is bleeding but
likely will heal soon. Arawn apologizes for the
events and slips the messenger a silver coin. The
man seems to perk up.]
Messenger: "Yeah. Well. Thanks. You have some honor
and civility unlike that brute." [He glances over his
shoulder to Ben'dar who is glaring back.] "Who'd think
my uncle gets sick and my first day I get hit
trying to deliver an important item to some guy.
Go figure." [The guard escorts the boy away and Arawn
shakes his head.]
[All this time Chion has heard the conversation and is
intrigued by the messenger and what he might hold.
But as he waits he becomes sick to his stomach and
feels his energy draining by the minute. He moves
invisibly and hovers near the cup on the ground. He
looks down to find it empty.]
[Arawn wanders over to Unali and motions for Z'leyra
to come over. As Micah talks to the guards for
a new update on the surrounding streets Arawn speaks
quietly.]
Arawn: "Where do you think Chion and Fremea have taken off
to?," [he says in a very low voice.]
Z'leyra: "He might have teleported anyware. I have no real
idea of where he is now. I hope he wasn't poisoned."
[Chion continues to weaken and taps Z'leyra on the back.
Z'leyra turns to see Chion now but looks away to not
draw attention. Out of the corner of her eye Chion
sees him use sign language to say he and Fremea went
to his house with the assassin. But he was poisoned
by the fight outside. Z'leyra clearly knows he would
be dead now if it was death poison since it has been
a good 3-4 minutes since the attack. Unali was down
on the ground in less than 1 minute. His poison must
be a slow death one. Which means the bezoar will be
useless. Maybe Arawn can help him?]
[Micah turns and gives some orders to the guards who
all but two leave to go outside. One stands at the
door and another walks to the back of the bar with
the citizens. Micah turns and walks back to the party.]
[The man behind the bar who Raban knocked out gathers up
his clothing and coins and comes around the bar.
His mood is still foul. He interrupts Micah.]
Man: "Are you going to arrest that giant brute?"
Micah: [Sighing.] "What's your charge. We'll need the
full details for the public record."
Man: "I am Baron Gilon of Malnon city and my wi--..did
you say public record?" [Micah turns. The baron
turns to glare at Raban and he considers his options.
If he presses charges his wife and him could be dragged
into the public spotlight. That could tarnish his
reputation and status. In a second he considers his
fate and future status and turns back to Micah.] "Well...
maybe it was a misunderstanding. Nevermind."
Micah: "Please head to the back with the others for now.
We'll need to take some statements later."
]The Baron considers his options. He could demand just to
walk out but decides a good drink is in order. He turns
to the bartender and orders good wine. Micah informs the
city will pay for it and to give the other citizens something
to drink and eat on the city's pay. The baron not waiting
for his drinks walks over to Raban. The man stands a good
3 feet shorter but the feisty 43 year old looks up to
Raban with fierce eyes.]
Baron: "You will leave this city today. You will never travel
to Malnon EVER! Do you understand me. I will be in town
for a few more days on business but if I see you on the
street I will use my right to thrash you. You are beneath
me and I can crush you. Do you understand or should
I have it explained in pictures?"
[Z'leyra looks to Chion and sees him floating off the ground.
His face looks drained and pale. His breathing seems slower
and more drawn out. Z'leyra wonders about the prisoner.
The party's rate with prisoners is low on question and
answer. They seem to die before they get questioned or
fail to answer questions. Its as if some divine influence
doesn't want the answers to come out? From the prisoner
on Clima killed by the monster to prisoners in the castle
dying from Geas or curses. Maybe this assassin will
finally be the first to answer questions?]
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[Location: Maren City, Chion's Home...]
[Fremea looks around for a possible purified area. But
not knowing where she is or that this is Chion's home
she begins to cast a purified area in front of the
captured assassin. She casts the words.]
Assassin: "Your a witch. hmmmm." [He twists his head back
and forth] "Did you know the benefit of being able
to use two weapons at once?"
[Ignoring the comment Fremea casts her spell against
the man.]
Assassin: "You learn to use both hands and arms as one.
You also might be blessed with the power of agility
and the ability to use your body as a well." [He
coughs and comes forward a inch] "With that ability
one can do wondrous things. Like dislocating joints!"
[Suddenly with his wrist dislocated and the rope sliding
down he gets out of the rope as he talks. The Assassin
lunges forward. With his right hand he reaches out
and his left hand comes out a bit limp dislocated it
seems but with rope on his hand still. As he lunges
from the chair he leaps straight for Fremea. He forces
her and him to go flying 2 feet toward the table Chion
was leaning against. With his large right hand he
grabs her by the throat and begins to tighten. With his
other hand he tries to twist his hand and relocate it
into its proper position to help his right hand. He
uses his body weight (a 4 to 1 ratio) against her
to pin her to the table grasping for air. Surprised
Fremea assumes her spell (one or both failed?]].
Actions? Comments?
Next Update...Friday...
GM: As to making a new potion Z'leyra that kinda assumes
Chion will return and that might be borderline
considering knowledge not known to you. :) Its
borderline but it wouldn't matter in this case either way.
Fremea - sorry about your bag. Just an example of
what needs to be mentioned in actions. Since you didn't
say to grab it when flew to balcony I assumed you
left it at the table. Technically I would also assume
Z'leyra's healing satchel and bezoar would be left somewhere
else but she's paranoid she seems to carry it anywhere
including the outhouses I guess. :)
Arawn - your ICQ note you'll have to ask before you
can just do spells on folks :)
Chion - you feel very weak now you must guess that
near 3/4th of your energy is depleted but that could
be off by 30% in any direction. Your unsure.
GM: Sorry for delay. This update will do for now.
Things happen...
GM: Just head's up. March 1-6 maybe 7th. That week will
be gone on family vacation/cruise. Assuming ship is
not the Titantic II I shall return. But likely that
monday/Friday update will be awol that week. Hopefully
by then things will be rolling. :) May be that last
update before I can end on some cliffhanger like oh
the party slaughtered by a group of dragons or something
fun like that? I'll think of something. Its a chore
but its my burden...Will work on update likely
Wednesday night to get slight head's start on some
of it but will still accept actions till Thursday
evening. :) So no rush guys.
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