[pnpgm] Game Update #40 - File #154 - The Art Gallery

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   HT Aliaver/Player    DS    Character Name    Type    Status/Notes  Sex
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   R1.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid  .Normal/Alfar .. Ma
   --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
   R3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma
   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
   R1 John.Stowman......YN..Will..............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
   R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human  ..Fe
     .NPC...............YY..Niko..............Bearer..Normal/Human  ..Ma
      Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell, Wolf - Will

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      Game Update #40 in sequence (file #154)

      Admin Notes: Added to the roster the bearer info for reference.

         From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
           Fremea doesn't seem her full self since they arrived ...

           At the tavern, she fidgets around, not really eating ....

           To Niv, "Was there anything about the son being ....
         GM: Ack. Good post.

         From Z'leyra: [Re: actions]
           Z'leyra will speak up "Thank you. You help is much appreciated.

           To Fremea "It IS quite late. I suggest that we retire for the
           night and see the dealer in the morning after we break fast."
         GM: Ack. Opps think I goofed on the implication of time.

         From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
           Yes, hire a bearer.  This stuff is getting heavy.
         GM: Ack. For how long so I can figure out the price.

         From Kiet: [Re: actions]
           Kiet will take the opportunity to sneer at the cursed...
         GM: Ack.

      [New Stuff]

          [Sepes 28th, 1634TH]
          [Location: City of Salaqara, Donara]

          [Time: 10:45am - 12:30pm]

            Fremea doesn't seem her full self since they arrived in the
          area. She is constantly looking around to if someone is
          looking for her, or recognizing her. At times, when she is not
          near Z, she dons her headband to make sure she looks very
          different. Her restlessness of wandering the city is getting
          to her and not taking flight just gets under her wings even
          more. Her act of being a child seems to fit all too well right
          now and she is very irritated.

            She barely glances at anything they see, only she assesses
          her surroundings for the best escape or how she could fight
          if she needs to. Not even the incredible hulking presence of
          Raban calms her to thinking that someone might find her here
          before she really gets to even figure out where to go. None
          of the usual trinkets or weapons in give her any interest,
          she is just getting impatient with the waiting to meet with

            Being that she has only really been in the city (or really
          any city) as a free agent for a short time, she really doesn't
          know what to do with herself anyway and this one seems way too
          protective or on guard and not really anything for her to cause
          mischief to relieve her stress.

            Kiet does decide to hire a boy to carry his stuff.  The boy
          around 17 is shorter than Kiet by about 5 inches but has about
          60 pounds on the acrobat.  The boy whose hands are obviously
          well used must be from a farm.  His muscles are not as big
          as Raban's but he could probably match Ben'dar's own muscles.

            "I'm Niko I'll carry your bags sir."  When Kiet looks to
          another to translate the Salaqi the boy speaks it again in
          Donaran which at least Kiet understand well enough.  Kiet
          nods and hands over his bag freeing his hands for his weapons
          and for more vital things if needed.

            The party just looks undecided.  Having a new person in
          the group means he'll have to be protected and also be
          kept out of the dark of some things.  From the looks it
          is clear that Kiet has that responsibility.

          [Time: 12:30pm]

            At the tavern, Fremea fidgets around, not really eating
          anything. She watches the kids for a little bit, hoping that
          their noise and laughter could calm her some. As the day
          progresses and Niv starts to not show, she really gets a sour
          look on her face. Anyone looking might even call it pouting.

            Kiet will take the opportunity to sneer at the cursed
          Fomorians, then turn away from them.  His sneer quickly
          turns to a small grin as he contemplates what he could do
          to them if they were to be trouble.  What he could do, indeed...

            The Fomorians who seem to be arguing with a Caldan man and
          what Z'leyra can tell from the accent a Aratad man.  They
          do not notice Kiet's expression or if they do they don't
          seem to care.  Kiet does notice though that Z'leyra and
          Unali have noticed them as well.  Maybe  they had their own
          personal experience with the islanders.

          [Time: 1:22pm]

            When Niv finally shows, Fremea relaxes a little bit, but is
          even more anxious now to hear him out. She tucks the information
          away for recall later as he talks.

            To Niv, "Was there anything about the son being prophetic also
          with his paintings?"

            Niv shakes his head, "not that I have heard.  I don't know
          of any Gorlic doing that magic stuff either.  The family tends
          to seek power and revenge. "  He turns around to look at
          the tavern full of people.  "Like most here.  One day this
          will be a open rebellion then the military will be forced
          to enter the city.  This is why I moved to the farm.  War
          is good for my business but it is not worth it with two
          armies fighting around you."

            "I hope you find your parents.  I hope you find relief
          and peace. We Donaran's are prideful and boastful people.
          But we seek law and order.  For the most part the people
          are decent.  A few bad apples like myself may spoil the
          picture but don't leave here hating us."  He says those
          final words looking around the table as if reading the
          expressions on each person's face, especially Kiet.

            "I do not know where you go next if this is the end of
          your travel.  But if not I have some other contacts if
          needed.  In the capital I have one.  In Samma and Xian
          I have a few that I have known.  Pelara I only know a
          ex associate who now owns a freight business."

            Z'leyra will speak up "Thank you. You help is much
          appreciated. Yes, we will relay that you helped us. May peace
          and prosperity be with you."

            Once he is done talking Fremea speaks up, "We go to the dealer
          now. I do not want to lose precious time on this and it seems
          there has been lots wasted already." As Niv leaves and asks to
          let the old man know of his service, "I will tell him what you
          have done here." Very dry, though she really does mean to let
          the Elder know of the service done for her.

            Niv bows and stands up.  "I would appreciate that.  Good
          luck to you."  He suddenly turns a bit serious when he
          stands.  "If you do not find your parent's I suspect you
          have a family here."  He smiles again.  "I am eager to get
          back home the wife is planning to make one of her special
          cakes for me."

            Fremea smiles knowing how special it would be indeed.  But
          then Raban frowns.

            "He didn't pay for his food.  Guess he figured it a paid
          expense for his skills?"

          [Time: 1:47pm]

            As the group leaves the tavern the coins are spent to
          pay.  Just as the first are leaving the door the Fomorians
          stand and push back the things on the table as if about
          to get into it.  Raban looks around and notices there is
          no bouncer here.  He being the soft heart moves to intercept
          in case of a fight.  But Kiet stops him with a hand on
          his chest.  Kiet moves back toward the table.  Kiet may
          not hear or understand the details.  But the arrogant
          Fomorians need to be handled.  Kiet pretends to drink another
          swig of ale and then sees the Aratad fellow stand and grab
          the mug in front of him.  Kiet moves back toward the door
          quickly but instead accidentally on purpose trips one of
          the Fomorians and he falls on the table.  The Caldan then
          throws a punch at the other Fomorian and by then Kiet
          makes his way to the door and leaves.  A very subtle act
          of sabotage but a fun one.  Who knows the Fomorians might
          be the innocent ones but Kiet rather at least level the
          table as it were since the Fomorians were much bigger
          than the other two.

            The party notices a smirk on Kiet's face as he and Raban
          leave the tavern just as a mug is thrown somewhere.  Raban
          shakes his head and shrugs.

          [Time: 2:08pm]

            With Niv's direction the party finds the art gallery which
          is in the south end of the city among a few shops including
          leather, tailoring and shoe makers.  The place is a two
          story green painted place that has seen better times.  While
          it is not modern looking the paint seems fairly recent
          in last few years.  The shop itself looks to be about 300
          feet by 200 feet deep but it is hard to tell from the street.

            "Gorzan Gallery" is a sign over the door which some can
          read but most can't.  The party climbs the steps and enters
          the front door.

            The foyer is about 50 by 50 feet and a young woman in her
          early 20s is behind a clean desk.  There are some chairs
          and couple couches in the room.  "May I help you?"  She
          stares but then smiles broadly seeing Raban.

            Raban leans down and does his smile that seems to make
          women swoon.  "Is Mr Abban in?"  He asks in Donaran.

            The girl nods and flicks a lock of hair from her face
          so she can see him better.  "In the back.  Do  you have
          an appointment?"

            "No.  But we are from Marentia and are art lovers."
          Raban places his nice shiny gauntleted arm in front
          of his chest to show that the group has some money.

            "A long journey sir."  The girl begins to speak again
          but Raban shows teeth this time in a sly smile.  To
          the females it is clear Cholan, Damon and Balrog have been
          showing him a roguish smile.

            "Why don't we go to that vendor down the street that is
          selling those nice smelling cookies and get some tea? Give
          my friends time to talk to the curator?"

            "Well...I ..shouldn't but I have no had my lunch yet."  She
          nods and stands to go to the` back.  "I'll be right back."

            Raban turns and speaks in Marentian. "I can ask her a few
          questions myself."

            Z'leyra just hopes they don't visit that nice Inn down
          the street as well and find a room.

            A few minutes later she comes back. "He will be here in
          a moment.  Shall we?"  Raban reaches out his arm and she
          places her own arm in his large bulk and they both leave
          the shop.

            This gives the group time to enter the gallery which is
          empty.  From the foyer there are 4 large square rooms and
          some stairs in the back.  Each room has no door but is open
          and clearly for art work.  There are paintings and murals
          in each room.  In one room there is some statues and metal
          work that may resemble art.

            Soon a man descends the stairs and finds the group.  "Yes?
          May I help you fine folks?"  The man in his early 50s has
          a faint gray patch above each ear but mostly has black
          hair.  He is clean shaven and trim for a Salaqi.  He is
          wearing a nice tan tunic and blue vest with black pants.
          Some notice his belt is of fine quality that looks like
          it might be some snake skin.

            Arawn hands the man the slip that Fremea found.  The
          man reads it and nods.  "Yes.  I recall this.  The man
          who I have no idea who he was just requested the info.
          He never wrote back.  The painting was sold though a
          month ago."

            Fremea frowns at the new dead end.  But the man seems
          to ignore this.  "We show stuff here for a month then
          they can be sold by the artist or taken back."

            "We do have another Gorlic painting."  He takes the
          group to the north east room.  There thanks to the
          sun through the windows the painting is seen.  It is of
          a cliff face over a battered beach. The waves are bashing
          on the cliff face which towers well over the ocean level.
          To the right is the setting or rising sun.  "Not one of
          his best.  Why it has not sold.  There are at least a dozen
          other Gorlic pictures out there.  Of course the artist
          died long ago.  Well before we were all born.  The fellow
          they say was a bit crazed.  Toward the end they say he
          ate three of his fingers.  Course they also say that
          his father the grandfather of Admiral Gorlic tried to
          beat some sanity in and became deaf as a result.  But
          we dealers tend to think they are just ploys to make
          the prices higher for folks."

            "Now if you like landscapes we have a young female
          artist over here that does great night vistas..."  He
          walks to the back of the room and points to a grassy
          painting with a moon.

            Fremea stares at the Gorlic painting.  But she can't
          seem to feel anything for it.  in fact it is just ugly.
          There was one painting of a winged thing flying in the
          night sky but she wasn't sure if it was Faerry or just
          a large bird. She was going to investigate when the
          man escorted them to this room.

            Niko looks extremely bored as the group listens to
          the man ramble on about the other art.

            Those who have found loot in their travel like artwork
          notice this place is medium quality gallery.  Definite
          middle class but it is doubtful that a true noble higher
          than a count would be found in here.

          Actions? Comments?

          Next Update....Monday...

          GM: A good update.  Sorry about the bad time label.  I
              did say it was AM but mean PM.  You really think
              you guys walked in the city for 12 hours? :)  Most
              ignore the time ticks.  So it was good that it was
              understood. It was a test! Yeah that was it.  The
              Dwarves said to test you guys.  That was the plan! :)
              So this is why I skipped Z'leyra's last comment
              on the night.  Blame them!

          GM: Kiet let me know on that time frame on Niko.  I added
              him to the roster as well.

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