[pnpgm] Game Update #112 - File #434 - New Allies

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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..Etain.............Teacher.Normal/Elf......Ma
      Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell, Wolf - Will

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      [Recap]

        From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
          Z'leyra looks at the remains and comments "Huh, I guess...

          Z'leyra prepares to cast Astral Fire EL0 thru her staff on the
          remains.
        GM: Ack.

        From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
          "There is only one question she still wants to know. Where is Mavac's

          This is more for adding to the party's loot than for stealing
          anything,  but it never hurts to have as much as possible from
          the bad guys.
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          Otherwise, she will look at Kiet after he destroys Mavac. "I ...
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          Turning to her new thrall, "You will be quite handy for this...
        GM: Ack.

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      [New Stuff]

          [Sepes 29th, 1634TH]
          [Location: City of Samma, Donara]

          [Kell/Unali's Group - En route to Tavern]
          [Time: 12:16:21 pm - Samma city, Donara]

            Unali keeps an eye on the 2 with blowguns as she slowly moves
          back to where Kell is lying. She speaks from a position where
          she has some cover between her and the blowpipes. "Drop you
          weapons and stand down. I don't want to kill. Your cousin will
          live by the way. He has a thick skull."

            Unali turns to the blowgunners, "That means you two as well."

            A few moments pass and one of the men with swords speaks.  "We
          just don't trust you.  We are at a match here.  You could kill
          him and we your friend.  We'll go half way."  He sheathes his
          sword and nods to his friend who with reluctance does the same.
          Then he steps back 5 feet toward the edge of the road into the
          bushes.  "Come get your friend. We won't harm you."

            The two with the blowguns see their friend sheath their
          weapons and position their blowguns in their back likely
          among their belts.  Now empty handed they remain in place.

            Unali continues, "We are no friends of Mavac or slavers, but
          you should meet the little one. She has a true grudge against
          slavers. Compared to her you are way too friendly. I suggest we
          all move back to the barn and sit down for a quiet chat. Sounds
          good?"

            Unali then wonders how many may still be back at the barn?
          Has Raban even noticed them?  He is large but he isn't the
          most observant even though he can find secret traps well but
          that is doors not people.

            "That is acceptable.  We agree.  I would like to ask Mavac
          a question or two myself.  To show we are no threat we will
          lead and you can follow."  The leader says.

            Unali smiles guessing that they figure her to be only a person
          who uses daggers.  A grave mistake for those who underestimate
          their enemy - or ally.

            Unali moves toward Kell and sheathes her regular dagger. She
          holds the magical one just in case any surprises.  She checks
          Kell and tries to rouse him up.

            It takes two more minutes to get him finally awake.

            "Did Raban just run me over?"  He says with a bit of raspy
          voice.  Unali gives him some of her water and shakes her head.
          She points to the discarded darts.  Kell then looks around
          and realizes there are others.  He grabs for his spear but
          Unali stops him shaking her head.

            Kell raises a eyebrow, "new friends?  You make them so often
          and they don't even serve tea?"

            One of the blow gunners can't help but to laugh.

            Unali helps Kell up and explains what they told her.

            "Well then new allies can't help.  There might be hundreds
          of slavers out there.  Hopefully the others got some info
          to help round that down a bit."  Kell points to the road and
          the guys to lead the way.

            Unali turns to the others, "You start towards the barn. I will
          take care of my friend here and that cousin of yours and meet
          you in a minute."

            "No.  We'll take my cousin.  He has a bad temper and seeing
          you over him...."  The leader says and moves toward the bush
          where his cousin is.  Both swords men lift him up and with
          arms on shoulders walk-step him down the road.

            The blowgunners soon follow and talk quietly.

            "Think we can trust them?" Kell whispers.

            Unali shrugs and isn't sure yet.  "I'm as good as the
          typical Elf on looking for folks in a forest with my own
          skills.  But they were kind of sloppy about it.  They are
          clearly not well trained." Kell says as he keeps an eye out
          on the others.

            The five others move forward about 30 paces in front of
          Kell and Unali following behind eyeing them.

          [Time: 12:20:10 pm - Samma city, Donara]



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          [Kiet/Fremea/Raban  Group]
          [Time: 12:24:44 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Before Mavac is incinerated Fremea asks one more question
          of Grosis.

            "There is only one question she still wants to know. Where is
          Mavac's money kept or promissory notes that can be used to get
          it?"  Fremea stands near Mavac and glares at Grosis.

             "I don't know.  He dealt with a lender.  My man followed
           him there a few times and saw him dealing there often.  I
           think it was Frick street?  But you can ask my traitor outside.
           By the way how much did you pay him off?"

             Fremea smiles the ignorance of men.  She ignores the
           comments and can ask the guard outside at least about it
           later.

             "You sewage rat!  I will kill you for this!" Mavac
           yells as best he can while coughing at water and a bit
           of dung still in his mouth.

             "I know this lender uses special coins.  He makes them
           with special symbols.  It shows which month and year it is
           so he knows they are current.  Sometimes he uses passwords
           for accounts. Check his clothing for the coin." Grosis adds
           with one glare at Mavac that shows disgust.

             Fremea checks his pants on the ground but finds nothing.
           Then his belt and finally his boots.  Inside his right
           boot there is indeed a cheap brass coin with the info the
           slaver said would be there.  She smiles and pockets the
           coin.  This causes Mavac to spit toward Grosis but it is
           too far away to matter.

             Kiet asks the city guard the password but Mavac just
           smiles.  "Kill me.  You will never get it."

             Kiet then quickly starts up his torture back up.  After
           a few minutes the man refuses to speak.  Kiet has seen
           bluffs and realizes this either a good bluff there is
           no password or he will die before saying it.  Sometimes
           even torture can't obtain everything.  But there are
           ways around a password.


          [Time: 12:27:36 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Grosis is freed to run to some place and Mavac is now dead.

            Z'leyra looks at the remains and comments "Huh, I guess
          Smokeless Flame isn't without ashes. I can get rid of whats left
          if you desire it so. If you prefer a body for leaving a message
          let me know, otherwise I will use Astral Fire to destroy the
          corpse. Please, back away from it."

            Fremea looks at Kiet after he destroys Mavac. "I wanted to
          make sure he was found to show the rivals had a hand in it."
          She sounds a bit disappointed. "Oh well, Z you might as well just
          destroy the rest of the body and we will stage something to look
          like he turned on his own people or was captured by the rivals."

            "We need to clean this place up completely, so that the nice
          man outside does not have to and he will not have any affiliation
          with what went down."

            Fremea had hoped to use Mavac but she still has the guard
          outside.  She had hoped to maybe take a piece of Grosis
          like a ear or his head but a deal is a deal.  He walked out
          of her alive.

            Z'leyra moves toward the remains and casts her spell.  She
          has to stand nearby within 5 feet.  The spell quickly starts
          and ends in a few seconds.  The smell of burnt flesh is all
          over the place.  She hopes the blacksmith will not be too upset.

            Raban enters and smells the thing.  "Yuck.  Course this is
          a barn I've heard worse things.  I have some nice smelling
          bottles in my bag.  Might be able to help a bit."

            Fremea smiles of course he'd have nice smelling things.   He
          has to be the best for the women.   With the door open
          she exits the barn as the others start to clean up.  She
          sees the thrall standing there.

            Turning to her new thrall, "You will be quite handy for this
          next step and I want to know everything you learned about the
          count."

            "The count?" He replies in his monotone voice.

            Fremea berates him mentally and explains.

            "That count.  Yes I can."

            Fremea stares down the road south where Unali and Kell
          went.  She sees Grosis running as fast as he can.  The
          fat guy looks like he is about to explode from the sweat
          and its cold out.  Then about 2/3rd a mile away the slug
          stops and grabs his chest.  He bends down as if trying to
          catch his breath.  Clearly the man could not run 10 feet
          without dying.  Then she can faintly hear.  "You lied!"

            Then the man falls to the ground and does not move.  Fremea
          can't help but to smile.  The slug probably had a heart attack
          from the strain of the torture he saw and the run.  So be it.
          she turns to the guard to listen to him talk.

            After everything is cleaned up and looks like nothing has gone
          down here, she will say we should all get to the tavern and
          hopefully meet with everyone else so this count can be destroyed.

          [Time: 12:32:36 am - Samma city, Donara]

            With Raban's help the place is cleaned up quickly.  But the
          table is destroyed.  Raban looks to Fremea to see if she
          will offer any service award to the blacksmith but she is
          talking to the guard.  The giant shrugs and heads toward the
          blacksmith to offer some coin for his service.  But the man
          refuses it.

            "I heard what happened.  I would be deaf not to.  If he
          was a slaver and did those things...then he deserved it.
          That..would only be blood money.  Your work on the wood
          pile saved me time and money.  So that will be enough for me."
          He shakes Raban's hand then frowns looking down the road in
          the distance.

            Raban turns to follow his gaze and then sees the fat guy
          on the dirt road.  "Z'leyra!"   He points down the road.

            Fremea simply orders the guard into the wagon and Kiet
          to mount up.  Raban waits and frowns.  Soon Z'leyra reaches
          the fat man and Raban decides to join her.

            A quick examination shows eyes bloodshot but with specks
          of blue as if heart failure.  His lips are also a shade
          that shows sudden illness.  His fingertips are also a very
          light blue.  Finally Z'leyra determines the man's heart must've
          stopped or he had a heart attack.

            By then the wagon approaches and Fremea looks down the road
          and ignores the body.

            Raban asks, "should we take him?  Dump him in the woods
          away from this place?"  Without waiting he hauls the body
          into the wagon and then sees form the corner of his eye what
          Fremea is seeing.

            In the distance up the road are 5 men.  One seems to be
          carried between two.  Behind Kell and Unali can be seen
          a short distance away.

            Raban shows a eyebrow, "what now?"

          [Time: 12:35:36 am - Samma city, Donara]

            The men stop and Kell approaches the wagon.  "We found
          some new friends more or less."  He explains what they
          did and want to do.

            The leader speaks up, "so where is Mavac?"

            Kiet shakes his head.  The men look at the wagon.  They
          are smart enough to know the screams must have been more
          than a slight question and answer session they heard
          earlier.

            The leader sighs and looks resigned.  "Fine.  Look we
          know where this group may be.  A estate outside the city.
          We were hoping to attack it.  But we are not well trained.
          Some of us are simple farmers.  You appear to be well
          trained."  He glances at Raban and the others with the
          weapons on each person.  "Shall we team up on this
          operation or shall we do it alone?"

            Raban smiles, "farmers can be as powerful as any
          solider.  Armies are one thing.  But get a mass of
          peasants and even the nobles can't ignore that."

          [Time: 12:37:19 am - Samma city, Donara]


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          [Arawn/Jordi's Tavern]
          [Time: 12:41:01 pm - Samma city, Donara]

            Arawn discussed the finer notes regarding both the Moon-Gort
          ritual and the use of illusions for misdirection with Callista
          for a few minutes. Afterwards, sensing that a lengthy rite of
          blessing was not appropriate during the brief break the druid
          opted for a lesser ritual.

            Callista explains, "I'm no expert.  It is easy to block what
          is seen as long as the person believes it.  I think as long as
          the person believes it even if the other may have a strong will
          they will believe it.  The only issue that I don't know is how
          to detect when your being seen-through."

            Jordi now at seat adds, "well Trembyl who was with us
          for a brief time had this spell.  Shield Mind or such?  I
          don't know the specifics.  But if can't detect it then why
          not block it?  I don't know how long the spell lasts minutes
          or whatever.  But it might at least give one time to block
          it.  From what you've told me if this painting is used then
          he can see it?  So could prepare that way if you still have
          the painting."

            Callista smiles, "I don't know such spell either but it
          would make a better blocker than illusion I suspect if
          it is powerful enough."

            Callista then goes over the details one last time on
          everything she knows.  Then at the end with the General
          obviously concerned about his wife being in danger in
          this land and wanting her gone, she adds one last thing.

            "Yes yes.  I'll go."  She turns back to Arawn.  "You
          must release the bird if she finds the plant.  It is not
          natural for it to be kept for longer than needed.  They
          have a short life span."  She wants to add a bit more but
          stops as if considering her thoughts.  Maybe some things
          about a bird's private life should remain private.

            Gathering the elves together he invoked divine blessing in the
          Tongues of the Sidh and his father's court. Anointing them with
          holy moon-water crafted during the fullness of the lunar orb he
          asked for insight, courage, eloquence, and luck to be showered
          upon the elves of the council, a general blessing towards bonds
          the bonds of alliance and for protection upon Callista and her
          guard during their journey.

            Then Arawn asks if the General and Jordi wishes to accept
          more specific blessings.  Jordi agrees and knows a blessing
          from an Alfar is a great honor.  Arawn does a blessing of
          eloquence on him so he can use the right words to sway and
          sway the humans to help but not argue.

            The general considers the honor but is not inclined as
          most to do find honor in such words.  His honor is on the
          battle field.  But it would be very rude of him to not
          accept it.  He knows in the eyes of the other Elves it
          would be dishonorable.  So he accepts a blessing.  Arawn
          grants one in empathy hoping the general's mood will be
          light enough to show how the humans think and consider
          their own motives.

            Then Arawn shakes the hands of each Elf knowing it
          is mostly a human concept but some can feel the power
          of energy of a person by shaking hands.  It might also
          boost a bit of morale.

            The humans re-enter the back room.  Arawn then a
          generic blessing without magic this time as the
          humans wouldn't know or probably care.  The man
          from Bhamotion and Gom seem to accept the prayer
          and blessing with full confidence.

            Jordi walks Arawn out with Callista after she kisses
          her husband.  "Get her across the river as soon as
          you can."  He tells the guards and they usher her out
          the door quickly.  Once they leave, "I suspect the
          General did not expect or care for that visit.  This
          land...is full of humans who would think nothing of
          killing a Elf.  They just don't care for us.  Aside
          form a few friends like the tavern owner."  Now outside
          the tavern they shake hands one last time.  "I would
          love for another adventure but I'm a bit busy.  Do give
          my regrets to the others.  Would be very nice to work
          with Unali again.  Ask her about the time Ben'dar kissed
          her!"  He grins and then pats the Alfar's back.  "It is
          a honor for you to be here.  But I do wonder why and if
          this is a portent for something bigger?  Good luck and
          may the gods be with you."

            Jordi adds, "also thank the others for helping with the
          Climans.  That might've stopped things cold if they had
          attacked us."

            Arawn waves and walks back toward the tavern where Etain
          should still be at.  He isn't sure if the others found out
          anything or not.  He carries the bird cage but no one seems
          to notice it.  In some markets that is a bit common so it
          is not a rare thing.

            Arawn considers all that he learned.  He had maybe wishes
          to ensure Callista gets across the river but with two
          burly guards it should not be a problem.  Sometimes there
          is only so much to do and no time to do it.  Can't do it all.

            He hopes that Fremea didn't kill Mavac or that other slaver.
          Not that it wouldn't be bad but if she is to turn the corner
          of forgiveness and soften up she needs to consider those
          options.  Arawn has been working with her since Katai and
          she has changed.  The gruff exterior has broken and she is
          even laughing at times.  While a soft person can be very
          vulnerable in the end for those who believe in a afterlife
          it is all that matters.  Arawn then realizes he didn't eat
          at that place!  But there is that stand over there selling
          hot meat spice sticks.

          [Time: 12:58:27 pm - Samma city, Donara]



                             ---Ending Time---

          [Current time for each group]
          [Time: 12:37:19 am - Samma city, Donara] - Kell/Unali/Fremea/Raban
                                                     Z'leyra, Kiet, new allies
          [Time: 12:58:27 pm - Samma city, Donara] - Arawn

          Actions? Comments?

          Next Update...Friday....

          GM: A good place to stop.  Some easy decisions to be made
              and we can move on.  I assume an assault will be done
              on the estate?  I'd be surprised if Fremea decides
              not to do so.  So thinking ahead.  Do you want the
              assault to be sped up a bit?  We can do it normally
              phase by phase or if the allies join you guys then
              it can be maybe minute by minute.  To speed things up.
              Once a plan is formed of course and we can cover that
              later.  But it is up you guys (mainly Tobie).  I know
              how much folks pretty much deal (aside form maybe
              Kiet well :)).  So doing it fast would do less magic
              but more grunt work.  So let me know on your views on this.
              Who knows maybe even Will wake up and since no posts since
              May will join the fun?

              I will move everyone to the tavern.  For Fremea's
              group might take about 30 min.  For Arawn maybe 20-25
              but not sure yet.  So all should be arriving roughly
              at same time.  That would be mid 1pmish.  With maybe
              4 or so hours of daylight left.  If there are to be
              plans made it can be done.  The thrall can try to
              give a rough outline of the estate.  But no specific
              internal details.  I can work up a map in a day or tw
              before next update if need to or I can wait till
              you guys near it.  (Let me know).

              I suspect I will not have time to post the updated
              mana report on spells.  So will try next update.

          GM: Fremea - Allow the new allies to join?  There may be
                more than this group.  Not sure yet.  But Kell did
                mention in his quick explanation that some have
                been direct victims (family enslaved).  But they
                are not well trained.  They may be brave and willing
                to free possible slaves though.   Let me know on
                plans about Grosis as well.  Body or such.

              Arawn - I assume going back to tavern no side stops aside
                from some beef jerky vender. :)

          GM: Tasks to do -
                * Find mysterious Mage      - Upcoming updates
                * Sell loot if possible       Upcoming Updates








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