[pnpgm] Game Update #44 - File #175 - Forget me not
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Tue Aug 20 06:23:23 CEST 2013
HT Aliaver/Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
R1.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar .. Ma
--.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
R1.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma
R4.J H Hooten........YN..Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human....Ma
W4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe
R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell, Wolf - Will
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Game Update #44 in sequence (file #175)
Admin Notes: None.
From Fremea: [Re: actions]
As he speaks, his voice even grates on her nerves. Not turning
from him, she speaks calmly, (in Marentian), "Kell, be a dear...
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
When asked, Z'leyra will cast thru her staff the Glamour
required to keep the frame looking like the painting is still
in it. She will tell those asking her to cast it that it will
only last 2 hours (she is not an expert in the spell) and have
them show her the painting. She will stay far enough away from
her casting that her chalcedony doesn't cancel the illusion.
From Kiet: [Re: Language]
Did the old elf speak in a language that Kiet understands
when he asked for a glamour?
GM: Ack. No. Sorry for delay in replying but sent a quick email.
Likely Elf or Faerry Sidh.
From Kiet: [Re: Updates]
If you haven't seen the latest update in email (I haven't seen
it yet) check out the game website. The new update is sitting
GM: Ack. Yeah. I don't think its Wout's list per se. I think
its hit and miss on emails at times. For example you may
not have seen the update but I also lost or never got a post
from you and from Alex. Yet I got like 3-4 others from you
just that new post didn't get to me. Go figure. One could
say its a spam thing but doubt that since I get others from
you but not the one. Who knows. This is why I always
check the list archives before I start work on update.
In this batch I found 2 posts I never got. So who knows.
There are days I get it all but sometimes it happens to
lose some at random times. This is why I number files
and updates. Updates will always have a File # and the
posts in between will have an associated file as you can
see by displaying any of the links of your posts like
141.txt or 163.txt for example. This is how I can keep
track as well as you. Updates also have a separate
Update # which should always be in sequence - in theory.
Sometimes I goof up and mix up a # but I tend to catch
them and post on it later. So the best thing to do is
check email daily or twice a week. If things are needing
your attention then daily if not then twice a week for
the update. If no update check archives. If its not
there then check my site. If not in either then there
is no update that night. Regardless the game site will
be updated ASAP. Sometimes the archives may be down for
the servers so my site unless its down will have update.
So there is at least 3 ways to track updates. :)
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
I still need to find out if Kiet understood the elf when he
asked for a glamour spell.
GM: Ack. See above.
From David: [Re: updates]
What I mean is that I haven't received the email about that
last update. I saw Z'leyra's response and knew that it
referenced something I hadn't yet seen, so I went to the game
web site and read it from there.
It's no biggie...sometimes email gets lost too.
GM: Ack. Yeah. It happens.
From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
Following Kiet's suggestion Z'leyra will cast Soul Sight
(max EL) through her staff and look at the elf.
From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
"Um...what did the elf say?"
[Sepes 28th, 1634TH]
[Location: City of Salaqara, Donara]
[Time: 2:05pm - The Gallery]
Metai continues to follow Arawn toward the door trying to
savor a new sale.
Arawn turns around outside and looks at Metai. "Of course...
we wouldn't want that to happen," Arawn replied agreeably.
"Perhaps, for your benefit, it might be best to wait for
someone who can appreciate it's value even more than me. I'm
sure you could make an excellent profit... in time."
"Until then, as you said, it would be a shame to deprive the
citizens of its continued presence here. Perhaps it would be a
service to the community to leave it here for now despite my
interest. Perhaps when I return I may procure the painting,
though I'm sure it'll likely fly off the wall and into someone
else's parlor before then..."
Metai places a finger up to his mouth and bites his finger
nail which is a clear nervous habit. Arawn walks away. Metai
looks back to the gallery behind him then back to Arawn.
"No...No..I...I can..I can sell it for 11 but nothing less!
I do need expenses and such here."
Arawn grins walking away but does not turn around.
"Fine! Ten and a half is my bottom price!" Metai stops
stammering and yells out.
[Time: 3:18pm - South Salaqara - Muon Burz's House]
Kiet, Kell and Will watch Fremea looking at the Elf.
Kiet wonders why the temperature is a bit warmer in this
room. Maybe its the tension that is boiling away from
Fremea. But Kell notices the Elf seems cool and collected
as if on a mission or as if not caring to live the hour. Will
just stares at the odd ball painting? That is the center
piece of this obvious work room for the house. This Burz
guy must be insane or blind in art.
As the Elf speaks, his voice even grates on Fremea's nerves.
Not turning from him, she speaks calmly, (in Marentian), "Kell,
be a dear and cut the painting out of the frame quickly." Though
Kell may not know Fremea well, this voice coming out is the
calmest he has ever heard, even though the rest of her body is
tensed from extreme stress. Her eyes never leaving from the Elf.
"There are many things that you will have to answer me about.
Though you still know more than me, not that that is really a
surprise keeping me in the dark about so much, the roles are now
reversed." Her hand still undecided about what to do, either to
plunge the dagger into his gut or to slash his throat, but it
remains steady though a little shaking.
"Kiet, would you mind getting Z. This Elf is correct in
that we will need to hide the missing painting. We may need to
wipe the maid's memory too."
Her voice wavers a bit at this point, as she asks her
question through gritted teeth, "Where are my parents,
Etain looks at Fremea with a bit of sorrow and then some
mirth. He moves around Fremea toward the door where the
others are blocking. Kiet pulls out his dagger to cut
the painting. He can't understand what they are saying.
But one thing is good he can do her wish and remove the
Kiet watches the Elf and Fremea speak. Under his breath
he casts a quick mana sense spell. He looks at the Elf
and can detect a strong aura of mana but it may just be
his Elven ties to magic like Kell is. But there are no
great sources of magic like armor, weapons or devices. In
fact Kiet can see no armor or weapons. His hands look well
worn as if he has been a few fist fights or hauls a lot
of wood or packages. There could be a dagger in his long
boot but it is hard to tell. Kiet then glances at the
painting and can detect a magic source in the paint itself
as one blob of green and blue meaning its probably magical
paint. As to the room it is dark as non life forms have
no source of magic like the books or chairs. Kiet is not
as skilled as detecting the "normal" auras that all things
have like Arawn can. At least not has been trained to
do so. It would be a bit too blinding to see it all. So
most filter it out. Kiet recalls that vault or whatever it
is behind the book case on the left he saw with his magical
sphere. Wonders if he should steal some coins? But
then again with the taste of this man its probably some
stupid unicorn poetry or something awful. Who in their
right mind would buy that painting?
The old Elf stops in front of Kell. "Another Elf?" He
looks back. "You have done well. Under the obvious strain
you are in control. I don't take credit for that but I
do hope I gave you some good lessons." He moves in between
the two men and out the door. He stops at the threshold.
Etain turns to face Fremea in the with some grim determination.
"I'm sorry. I do not know." With that he heads down the hall.
Will steps out to watch. Will sees the Elf peer into each room
as if looking for something. Then he steps into a 3rd room.
Will follows and Fremea sees Kiet begin on the painting. She
is a gush of hot air as she passes Kell and out into the hall.
Will points to a room and Fremea and the woodsman move that
By the time they get there they find its a bedroom on the
east side of the house. Etain is crossing the floor to
a open window. "This is how he, she or it came in. Must
be. He opens the window fully as it was only about 2/3rds
up. He peers out to the ground a story below. He looks
south to the sea and then north to the street. "No sign.
No ropes at all. Must a talented one." He moves back toward
the door. "We have time as we move I can try to explain
more but ask what you need to know." He leaves the room and
heads toward the stairs. "But you may not like all what
I may say."
Back inside the room Kiet works his way around the perimeter
of the artwork. He looks at Kell briefly. "Um...what did the
Kell does a quick recap. Explaining the man is named Etain
and seems to know Fremea somehow. Etain had asked Fremea
what she saw from the painting. Then asked about an illusion
for the painting.
Kiet tries to memorize the painting as it is and then
speaks in The Elder the words to cast a Glamour spell. He
turns to the now empty frame and gestures to the back piece
of the frame which is paper. The backside of the frame
transforms into a copy of the painting. That should last
more than a day. He will have to warn the others that around
11 or 12 tomorrow night the illusion will fade. But by then
maybe the party will be gone from this city back to Marentia?
As Kell is explaining what happened outside a rather irate
maid is storming down the old planks of the dock. She flings
water in her wake but Raban shakes his head in seconds she
will be dry just from her heated anger.
Arawn wet as well surges after the maid, "Wait! Calm down!
Don't you remember? You fell off the dock, must've knocked your
head and passed out," Arawn called out to the woman. "We just
fished you out. You're lucky you didn't drown."
Despite his effort to calm the woman down his primary focus
was delaying her long enough for the Alfar to investigate
further. Fully expanding his awareness he looked the woman
over, sensing for any sign of enchantment that could lead to
Arawn expands his awareness. He can see a gray aura around
the body but that is common. Even Niko has such. Most
people who are not mana users show a form of gray, gray-silver
or black auras. But Arawn does notice that a silver gray
aura with a twinge of brown is fading from the maid. In
fact by the time she reaches the end of the dock this other
aura is gone.
The woman turns around, "I don't make a habit of just
jumping off the dock! Guards! Guards!" She begins to
look around and finds that no one is around in the area but
Arawn continues, "Where is the girl who was in the house
with you?! What happened?"
"Yes! The girl this is a plot! Your a team." She turns
to look at the house. She begins to move faster toward the
house. Arawn and Unali jog after her. Raban and Z'leyra
Halfway toward the back door the man known as Etain steps
out and looks around.
"Who are you!!?!" The maid shouts. "Guar-!"
The maid collapses to the ground. Above her Unali is
holding a dagger in hand and has by more reflex than need
has knocked the maid out. She is a bit as surprised as
Raban who looks at her. She twirls the dagger and places
it back on her hip. The woman might've ruined things. Unali
knows the blow was light and she has become quiet adept in
knocking people out with no damage at all.
Raban glances at Unali and she just shrugs. The maid's
voice was getting to her nerves.
Etain looks at the group in front of him. Then glances
to the gazebo and the boy. "You there! You see anyone
but these people around here?"
The boy turns and looks around for Kiet but just shakes
his head. Niko glances back at the street. These people
are insane. Chasing folks off a dock and such. Nikoo
wonders if he should charge more? There is no official
guild for the type of person he is - bearers. But there
is a unofficial alliance of sorts for the group of
bearers, messengers, town criers and personal servants.
They all agree that survival is key when your patrol
are doing things a bit on the wrong side of the law or
just a gray line.
Etain looks at the giant. "You big guy. Can you
haul her inside? We may need to change your view of
Raban looks at Fremea who has now come outside with the
others. Fremea knows what Raban asks and then nods.
Kiet quickly exits and finds Z'leyra. He whispers to her
if she can us some magic to read the Elf. Z'leyra nods and
moves closer as she will need about 5 feet close to him. She
begins to speak a few magical words under her breath while
holding her staff.
Etain looks around and sees Z'leyra speaking low. He smiles
and nods. "Go ahead. I won't stop you." He speaks in Donaran
to the wizard. Z'leyra is a bit surprised but doesn't show it.
She knows she would lose the time and mana already so continues
her spell. This time raising her tone a bit higher. The spell
goes off and Z'leyra gleams some information on the Elf.
Etain turns to the group, "I say again I do not know the
location of Fremea's parent's."
Arawn explains his own plans and that's when Etain stops
cold in his steps around the yard. Etain takes a few
steps toward Arawn. About 5 feet from he collapses to his
knees and splays out his arms wide in both directions. He
then tilts his head forward and eyes on the ground. While
outside the Elf spoke Donaran. But now he changes to Elf
Sidh. "Your Grace. I'm honored. I, prizzti, am at your
The party stands confused or at least those who understand
the words. Raban even stops moving toward the house with
the maid in his arms. Arawn looks at Etain a bit confused.
The term privzzt is common for the Sidh. It are those
members of the True Races that serve the leadership of
the Sidh people. In human terms they are like second
in commands, right hand mans, majordomos or deputy
commanders. These people tend to serve for life unless
there is some extreme other circumstance.
Fremea places hands on her hips. To Fremea the term
is not knew. Etain did serve as the Elven ambassador to
the Monarchs. But clearly he has fallen from that
Z'leyra learns that with little surprise the Elf is of
the Elder orientation. She determines that he does have
some magic ability but it is unclear if that is innate
to his Elf being or a trained talent. The emotion of this
Elf is clear to Z'leyra as well as to Arawn. The Elf is
determined, motivated, eager to move on, impatient, troubled,
and most of all sorrowful. Z'leyra learns that Etain is
not lying when he speaks the words on Freme's parents. This
may be why he said that when she cast the spell. Maybe he
is used to such interrogations? Z'leyra can determine the
Elf has all the natural abilitis that Arawn and Kell have
like hiding and mana sensing among others. For his intent
it is clear that he wishes to finish something but that something
is unclear. At last Z'leyra figures the Elf is not affected
or possessed by forces.
Kiet looks to Z'leyra for info on the spell he requested
While he makes sure the hefty painting is rolled up in a
tight and neat roll.
Arawn can hardly react to seeing another Elf. First who
is this person? A bit flustered by this odd scene the Alfar
walks forward and shakes his head. He reaches out to help
the strange Elf up as he considers his words.
Etain takes the help up off his knees, "thank you Grace.
My knees are not as good as they used to be."
Raban shakes his head and moves the Maid inside. He recalls
what Arawn said. "C'mon on Arawn. Time to do your magic on
Arawn looks around and heads inside.
Etain looks around. "We should move on. Fremea what
did you see? Where do we go from now? If you need
help I do know the city well but if not know some who may."
Inside the home Arawn watches Raban place the wet maid
on the couch. A few moments later the maid finally wakes
thanks to some help from Raban's gentle touch.
Arawn sees the maid waking up and starts his forgetfulness
spell. The maid wakes up to see this strange man waving his
hand in front of her. Her expression softens from confusion
to a blank stare.
Arawn nudges Raban out the back door again and closes the
door behind him. Inside the maid gets up and exclaims she
is wet and what in world happened. Shaking her head she moves
to the kitchen to fetch some rags to dry herself off.
Etain begins to move toward the street and hopes the others
will follow. As he does he keeps looking around up and down
the sides and street to see if he can spot anything out of
GM: A fun update of sorts. The go between stuff with Etain
and Fremea was fun. We did a lot of that in chat but
you won't see it for quite awhile. I'll try to work
on a new update for Friday. This one took a bit of
time and more behind scenes work than actual update
work - Chat with Tobie, bookworking on spells, etc.
GM: Mana report updated - Mana, Experience and such updated
on the website report since not been updated for 2 months
since we needed it updated last.
On a side note if you wish to have a specific way to
display your info let me know. Mainly the mana info.
I do it based on percentage. But if you wish to just
see say mana used and mana left I can do that as well.
Let me know a format you would like. As always if
a spell/skill is used in private let me know so not
to list it in this report.
GM: Actions -
Unali - Being probably the best knockout artist in the
group I rolled to see if the nagging voice of the
maid would blow you over the edge and it did. So
hope this bit of liberty was not out of context?
Kiet - Since said you'd do the Glamour and you were in
the room I did it as above. In fact yours will be
a bit longer than Z'leyra's. The dialogue in the
email not used since not needed in this context.
Arawn - Forgetful spell will last a week before she
recalls. Till then she'll forget the full day's
of activity. There is a way to pay 3x mana cost
to implant memories if needed and I think it will
last a bit longer. So you will need to figure out
if worth to a week or longer. Mainly depends on
how long the party stays in the city I suppose.
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