[pnpgm] Game Update #95 - File #377 - Redemptino is here

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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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      Game Update #95 in sequence (file #377)
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      [Recap]

         From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
           Seeing the crowd around Bogan's place Z'leyra decides to join
           the crowd and see what the gossip is. "What's happening? ...
         GM: Ack.

         From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
           Kiet curses under his breath as he sees the city guards already
           at the house.  It means the odds of getting anything valuable
           out of there is effectively zero.  He turns to Z'leyra and says
           "Well, so...
         GM: Ack.

         From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
           The man will not survive, but not for her killing him ...

           "I don't know why you are saddened, but I can tell it  ...
         GM: Ack.

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      [New Stuff]

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

          [Fremea/Raban group]
          [Time: 8:33:10 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Fremea is happy with the answer the man gives her.  She
          asks Raban to checks the street so they can descend. Raban
          moves to the south edge and looks down at the alley.  With
          dagger still in hand, Fremea looks at the man.  Then  she
          drops her bag to the ground and kneels staring at the man.
          To consider her next move with this man, this ally who was
          so brutal and likely to others.

            Raban glances back wondering what she will do as well.  Her
          back is to him and can't read her body language that well.  He
          turns back to the alley.

            The man stares at Fremea with some confusion.  Why does she
          keep twirling that dagger. Hiding it from view.  Then showing
          as if torn between using it or not.  He starts to regain
          his anger at this creature and to speak when she moves close
          to him and drawing her blade against the man's bare cheek
          and smiles.  The dagger digs a groove down his cheek like
          a tear stain.  Then she moves the dagger to his neck.  She
          runs the dagger along his neck as if teasing.  Then quickly
          moves the dagger to his hands.  Without looking she stares
          at his eyes.

            The man grunts as he realizes she just cut his finger! He
          does not yell out in pain just grunts.  Fremea doesn't even
          show a response and moves the dagger to his ropes and considers
          to loosen them.

            "It is clear."  Raban stands behind Fremea just in time it
          seems.

            Raban hauls the man up and leaps down with Fremea using
          her own wings.  She quickly places her dress on and then
          swipes the dagger at his hands to cut the rope.

            Relived the man gets his course back.  "You won't get
          away with this.  He probably knows where your family is
          and will enslave them all.  But not before he takes the
          so called females-"

            The man falls to the ground on his side.  Fremea looks
          over at Raban.

            "Sorry.  My hand slipped right on his head."  Raban tries
          to do a faint smile but it seems forced.

            Fremea shrugs and leaves the man's ankles tied since he
          can finish up own his own.  She places the dagger in her
          belt beneath her dress and moves away.

            Raban sighs with relief and hurries up after her.  Maybe
          she is finally learning some control from Arawn.


          [Time: 8:36:21 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Fremea notices Raban slow a little as they walk and glances
          way up to see the sadness cross his face. Motioning to him to
          stop out of the way of extra people, she climbs up on his
          shoulder to talk him. "I don't know why you are saddened, but I
          can tell it has something to do with what just happened. You
          want me to get my justice, but are afraid you may be hurting
          innocents or taking out rage on those who do not deserve it. I
          really need you to listen to me, and not because of my mark,
          that man back there and the others we are going after have hurt
          countless children, including their own, and destroyed many men
          and women, even human, for their own profit. They do not care
          even for their own men that follow them, they would kill one of
          them for any misstep. I have seen this with my own eyes. That
          one back there, may not have touched me directly, but I know he
          hurt many women that had not choice in the matter. He does not
          deserve any sympathy or care for what just happened."

            She stares into his eyes to see if he understands in the
          depths of his own being.

            Raban nods and smiles.  He reaches up and pulls Fremea
          around to his front then repositions a child with his dad.
          Cradling her then with his free hand tickles her arm pit's
          Fremea gives a irrational jump of surprise and glee at the
          sudden impulse.  Then Raban almost drops her but places
          her feet down on the ground and steps back as if shocked.
          "Sorry!  I've seen others do that with kids.  I..I..your
          not a kid..I'm sorry!"

            Fremea smiles knowing it was no harm.  In fact she has
          seen other kids do it to other kids.  She always wondered
          how it would've felt.

          [Time: 9:03:28 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Fremea studies the bar with all the people in it. She knows
          that Raban could take out everyone here without much of a sweat,
          but also knows that would not do well for his well being. She
          will not put him through that with what he is feeling right now.
          "Raban, that waitress needs some of your special healing. I
          know you see it too. I also can tell that if you get her
          attention Grosis will be very upset. He might even send his
          bodyguards over to stop you. How do you feel about what might
          happen? It could help to get the ones that have no part in this
          out of here. And then I can sneak over to Grosis and reintroduce
          myself to him, only I will have an advantage. Or do you  have any
          ideas?"

            Raban smiles at her and motions for her to take a wall away
          from most of the view.  He straightens his collar and makes
          sure his jeweled gauntlets are shiny.  Then moves toward
          the bar to the one that might be Camille.

            Raban figures Camile would not be a bar wench but either
          the one behind the bar or not here.  Reaching the bar he
          asks for a ale.  The female looks up and then is startled a
          bit at his large frame and then smiles at his well chiseled
          good looks.

            "Hi."

            Raban takes a sip of the ale.  Then smiles back.  "This
          place is nice.  Yours?"

            The female nods. "I'm Camile. "  She offers a hand to
          him and he shakes it with a bit longer grasp than normal.

            He leans forward and begins to speak in low tones.  "You
          are too pretty to be sloshing drinks."

            Camile blushes and wipes a empty glass with her rag  "It
          keeps me busy."

            "Come now.  This fine day a good walk will refresh
          your soul."

            "I can't possibly leave-"

            "Not even for a half hour?  The doves at the park near
          here are doing this mating dance-flight that is amazing
          to see.  I'm sure you know well about mating habits."

            Camile blushes again and turns to the other side to consider
          and to play hard to reach.

            Fremea can't hear every word but the man is a smooth one.
          She stares at Grosis.  The man was eating something and then
          watches as Raban begins talking to Camile.  She notices even
          in this light the man's face redden.  He leans to his man and
          whispers to him.

            "The doves might fly away before the find food.  Shall a
          poor bard like me go alone?"

            "You're a bard?" She turns around intrigued.

            Raban nods.  "I single and dance if you can call a person
          my size dancing."

            They begin to whisper and then the body guard near Grosis
          stands up and moves to the bar with some hesitation.  Fremea
          can tell the man is not happy.  Not being paid enough to handle
          a giant on his own.  He pats his friend at the other table to
          join if needed.  Fremea was right the other man is a bodyguard
          as well.

            "Mister these bar stools will not hold you.  There is a fine
          table over there."

            Raban turns to the man annoyed. "I'm happy standing here
          with this fine woman."

            The man glares at Camile and Camile glances at Grosis.
          This is the time of truth.  If the gal is tied to him
          she will not act but if more independent and not close then
          she will -

            "Go away Malik."  Camile waves him away.

            The man glares at her.  "I think it is a time for a break
          why not join us?"

            Camile is now annoyed Grosis will not even do his own
          dirty work.  "No thanks.  But it is time for a break.  I
          think I'll take a short walk."  She places the rag on
          the bar and calls for the bar wench.  She whispers to
          her and the other giggles at the looks of Raban.

            Camile comes around the bar and heads for the door.
          Raban gulps his ale down and moves after her.  All the
          while Raban smiles at Fremea.

            They reach the door and leaves the bar.  Fremea watches
          Grosis quietly yelling at his bodyguard.  Fremea smiles.
          If they can get him to chase the two and then on a more
          deserted street.

            Grosis stands and doesn't even drop coins as a tip.
          He moves forward but the bar wench stops him and demands
          a tip.  This allows Fremea time to leave herself.  The
          man doesn't even seem to know her.

            Now it is three on one.  Raban glances and sees Fremea
          following and smiles.  Turning around he feels Camile
          place her arm around his.

            A minute later Grosis exits and sees Raban and Camile
          moving fast.  As if Raban is running but with his large
          legs in a way he almost is.  Raban doesn't know where he
          is leading Camile but hopefully a secluded spot.

            Fremea doesn't know how to stall Grosis to give the two
          time to flee the area.   Then she sees a horse tied up
          in front of the bar.  She moves there knowing the trio will
          ignore her.  She begins to pat the horse and untie her.  She
          uses her horse language skills to tell the horse the man
          is a bad one.  He beats women and horses.  Could she attack
          the trio and leave before they can harm her.  The horses
          agrees.

            The horse moves behind the men and the body guard
          notices this.  The horse grunts and begins to shove the
          first bodyguard.  "Fool horse go away!"  But the horse
          then stands on her back legs and shows a sample trample
          attack.

            This causes the cowardly Grosis to run away with the
          other two men.  Fremea smiles as the horse gives chase.

            About 30 seconds later the horse finds the men and begins
          a more serious trample attack.  She begins to hit the first
          bodyguard and knocks him to the ground.  The other guard
          draws his sword and swipes it but the horse is agile.
          The horse didn't ask which man so considers the man on
          the ground to be the bad man.  She begins to trample
          the man and breaks three of his ribs.  Then the other
          guard begins to move forward and thrust his sword but
          the horse quickly turns and trots away.

            Grosis yells at the horse.  "Stupid animal!"  Then
          sees his man down and not likely moving for some time.  He
          motions for the other to follow.  "Come on leave him for
          now."

            Fremea smiles now two to one.  She watches as the two
          try to find where Raban went.  She quietly moves over toward
          the injured man.  Playing the small girl she fakes concern.
          She kneels at the man looks worried.  "Go get help brat."
          He says with disgust at his boss leaving him.

            Kneeling down she reaches for her belt under her dress
          and shows him the dagger.  His eyes grow wide and shows
          confusion.  "Hey kid.  Just a healer okay?"

            Fremea drops her bag and places the dagger inside the
          bag as if to pull out supplies.  She could let him go
          maybe he is just a innocent hired man.  But likely not.
          She pulls the dagger out and traces one his bloody
          wounds on his ribs.  It draws a bit of more blood.

            "Useless brat!"  He kicks outward toward her and she
          stands and places her dagger in her belt and moves away.

          [Time: 9:10:11 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Raban does his job and leads the woman to a small park
          the size of a 300 by 300. It has a very small pond that
          is only more a wading pond of 50 by 50 feet.  The others
          follow behind and soon about a minute later Grosis picks
          up his trail.

            Indeed this is a more deserted part of town.  Fremea has
          only seen one other couple moving away from the park with
          a food basket as if done with breakfast.  She goes to
          the bushes and removes her dress. Since this is a light
          area of trees she moves toward the park flying fast and
          away from the light foot trail.

            Now ahead of the guard and Grosis she waits for them
          to pass.  She can hear them as the slug is grumbling about
          women. Good the guard is behind him.  Actually not a good
          place a guard should be along side his charge.  But the
          guy is clearly annoyed.  The guard is about 2 feet behind
          the slug and it seems he still has his sword and dagger
          in belt.  For the slug it seems he only has a dagger and
          is clearly distracted.

          [Time: 9:11:00 am - Samma city, Donara]












          [Kell/Unali's group]
          [Time: 9:25:12 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Twenty minutes or so later Kell returns after taking
          the wagon back.  He enters the bar cautiously after
          letting Unali know it is him.

            He sees Mavac is still unconscious.  He wonders what
          she did all this time.  The trader moves to where she
          is and sits besides her.  He isn't sure if she can
          interrogate but he knows he is not a big one to do so.

            "So I hear you went to the Palace in Maren city?"
          He smiles knowing that they will have to stall until
          the others can get here.  Etain knows where they are
          so should be fine.  Maybe Unali will ask him questions
          when he wakes up.  Maybe she'll be as quiet as Will
          tends to be.

          [Time: 9:27:54 am - Samma city, Donara]







                                 ---------------

          [Kiet/Z'leyra/Etain's group]
          [Time: 8:40:21 am - Samma city, Donara]

            Kiet and Z'leyra stand down the street watching the
          crowd.  Etain did warn this could happen and said the
          thief's place might be less crowded since the city does
          not likely know of him.  Bogan is more public so it
          is easy to understand why they are here.

            Kiet curses under his breath as he sees the city guards
          already at the house.  It means the odds of getting anything
          valuable out of there is effectively zero.  He turns to Z'leyra
          and says, "well, so much for that idea.  It was too good to be
          true.  Why don't we head back to the inn, unless you want to
          look around town a bit?"

            "I wouldn't mind looking for a mineral shop.  I would love to
          find some Smarag, White Flint, or Heliotropius.  Heck, lodestone,
          or Hyacinthus, dinothera, or bloodstone would work, if it could
          be enhanced.  And if we happened to run across some quicksilver
          or antimony, that would be excellent."

            "I'll even tell you a little secret.  Back at my home island,
          what was really sought after were great pearls!  Deep magic in
          pearls. It's said that the wearer of a Great Pearl would live
          forever.  Think how much magic one could learn in many lifetimes,
          or how powerful your spells could become."

            Z'leyra smiles and turns back to the crowd.  She has been
          here already.  Been in his place learning the new spells and
          how to enhance things.  But this is not the current mission.
          For now at least. She quietly moves toward Bogan's house.
          Leaving Kiet alone.  Clearly she wants to do some more
          overt investigation.  She arrives and the guard seems to
          ignore her.

            Seeing the crowd around Bogan's place Z'leyra decides to join
          the crowd and see what the gossip is. "What's happening? What is
          going on?"

            Z'leyra can see a officer of some kind talking to the
          a woman while the other guard is standing at the front
          gate as if stopping others.

            Another woman in the crowd answers Z'leyra.  "It seems
          the Bogan fellow died last night."

            Another voice, "seems he burnt up in his bar place."

            "Good for him!"  A elderly woman says.  "He deserves
          it selling those drugs and gambling!"

            A man in his 30s perks up, "he didn't sell drugs
          it was herbal medicine.  They worked well!"

            A lady besides the man glares at him.  "What? We
          will have a talk on this later."  Z'leyra nods figuring
          they are married.  She tries to listen to the guard.

            "...so he lives alone but no idea of family?"

            "No.  He had a woman servant and I helped at times to
          clean the house but only on needed times like a party."

            "Where is the servant now?"

            "Day off but I can give you info on how to find her."

            The two continue talking and Z'leyra hears another
          elderly lady say, "the guy had girls like 12 or 13 with
          him at times at night.  He doesn't even have kids!  The
          demented man."

            Z'leyra turns back to the guard and woman.  The guard
          nods and closes his writing pad.  "We'll make sure
          the place is secure.  Until our investigation is done you
          shouldn't come back.  You can contact us at the Night
          Hawk street garrison to find out when its good to come back.
          We'll lock up and leave.  Others may return later today
          or tomorrow to do some investigations."

            "What for?"  The woman ex-servant asks.

            "Some illegal activities.  We'll have to get a judge
          to figure out what to do with this place."  The guard
          turns to the one at the gate. "Fetch Olik and secure
          the doors.  Then Olik will stay here at that gate and
          wait to be relieved.  Do not let anyone to pass or
          enter the house."  The officer turns to the crowd. "Nothing
          to see here.  Move on.  Disperse. Thank you."

            Z'leyra begins to move back toward Kiet down the street.
          So it will just be one single guard at the gate which
          is a bit of distance away form the house.  The place
          has a small waist height fence so any fool knows that a
          gate guard is little defense.

          [Time: 8:52:21 am - Samma city, Donara]


                                -----------------



          [Arawn/Will's group]
          [Time: 8:05:03 am - Samma city, Donara - Lotus Shop]

            Before leaving Arawn will take a look over any stock, keeping
          an eye out for rare and interesting finds that might be available
          for purchase.  Once done he then turned to the woman.

            "I'm truly interested in locating such a plant before the next
          full moon. If you happen to hear rumor through a reliable agent
          on this I would happily pay for the information, generously if
          it should prove true.  Is you offer such a service I am willing
          to work on a contract or, at the least, leave a small deposit."

            The lady nods but is dismissive.  "Well to be honest.  It is
          not in major demand.  I mean I've not heard anyone even
          ask about it since we started this store 12 years ago.  But
          I will see what we can see.  How would I find or contact you?"

          [Time: 8:29:16 am - Samma city, Donara - Library]

            Arawn offers the librarian a full silver piece for the
          scribe's service, well above the few copper coins mentioned.
          He'll ask that the book be delivered to the inn that he's
          staying at.

            She takes the coin with eyes open wide knowing this must
          be a very rich person.  "Well I'll send for him right away
          if he is not busy.  But this many pages?  I said what 10
          hours?  He'll need a lunch break.  But I suspect for a wage
          like this he'll skip it.  But 7 or 8 tonight at most?  Maybe
          even a bit earlier.  I best go find a person to fetch him."
          She moves away moving quickly.  Wondering how much she will
          actually pay the boy and take some for her or the library.

          [Time: 9:12:10 am - Samma city, Donara - Tavern]

            With Z'leyra and Kiet off to inspect Bogan's place, Arawn
          decided to settle in for a brief bit. He would continue his
          hunt for the herb before the day was done but decided to look
          over the scrolls himself, in particular the ones that had yet
          to be perused. He kept his thoughts to himself regarding the
          pair leaving Etain alone with the scrolls, the Alfar believing
          that while the Elf might hold some generally good intentions
          he was also still holding information back which could prove
          a concern further down the road.

            "Most of the scrolls were boring...,," Arawn echoed. "So,
          anything at all of possible interest beyond Bogan's address?
          He then offered to look over the scrolls while Etain rested,
          focusing on the business ones first.

            "I heard you encountered Jordi earlier. By any chance do you
          know where I can locate him?"

            Etain raises up from his pillow and looks at Arawn.  "Jordi?
          Just in passing.  But to be honest when non humans are in town
          words do tend to get spread.  I learned while playing bar
          drunk that he was in talks...private talks of some kind.  He
          operates out of a tavern that is more friendly to our kind. "
          He rubs his eyes and tries to recall the name.  He isn't sure
          the name but it was like Brown Rat or Brown Rouse or something.
          He does give some general directions and advises that Arawn
          can ask for help once gets closer.

            "If you're done resting perhaps we can see to having you
          properly equipped for the nights and days ahead," Arawn
          offered.

            Etian looks up again.  "I appreciate that.  But I will wait
          to see if Fremea wants me along.  I may be more a burden
          than an asset."

            Arawn leaves to read the scrolls downstairs.  Etain had
          already divided them up so picks the side not looked at.  It
          is mostly very boring business stuff.  Kell might have fun
          reading it but it is more fun to watch a bug die in drying
          paint.  Arawn continues to read and listen to others around
          him.

          [Time: 10:10:33 am - Samma city, Donara]

            After an hour looking at the scrolls Arawn heads out to
          find Jordi.



                                 ---Ending Time---

          [Current time for each group]
          [Time:  9:11:00 am - Samma city, Donara] - Fremea/Raban
          [Time:  9:27:54 am - Samma city, Donara] - Kell/Unali
          [Time:  8:52:21 am - Samma city, Donara] - Kiet/Z'leyra
          [Time: 10:10:33 am - Samma city, Donara] - Arawn/Will

          Actions? Comments?

          Next Update...Monday...

          GM: A good place to stop.  Last minute posts came in  Monday
              so delayed getting update out.  Just a reminder I work on
              updates starting at 6:30 pm EST on Monday.  Though if I get
              enough posts I start a bit on it Saturday if motivated but
              optional (usually around 5pm EST).  For Friday's update I
              try to get stuff done on Thursday night but with things
              going on that night I tend to need to do it early like
              Wednesday around 2-8pm EST in that range.  It is my day
              off so I can work then.  Thursday is bad since might only
              have an hour to work on it.

              * Arawn -
                As to ritual details the book was very basic.  It
                might be correct but since it is not tested over
                and over it is unclear.  As to how long again since
                it is a super rare item there is no detail on how
                long it takes.  Hope I covered everything in both
                emails.  May have to slow down your timeline since
                you are an 45 min - over an hour ahead of the others.
                We shall see.

              * Kiet/Z'leyra -  What now?  If need a map or such let
                me know.

              * Unali - I can leave things open since you are busy
                but if you want to question the Slaver Mavac then
                it is fine.

              * Fremea - Took a bit of liberty hope it speeds things
                up but now you have some chance to make your own
                decision.  Let me know on details like if kill or
                knock out.  Can include as much dialogue as you need.

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

          GM: Teams -

              Find Fremea's slaver -     Fremea, Raban
              Town slavers         -     Kell, Unali
              Find Moon Gort       -     Arawn, Will
              Bogan scrolls        -     Kiet, Z'leyra, Etain

          GM: Treasure

              Removing the gems for now for later use.  So for
              coins we have a total of 293,700 BB.  I'll use
              that as a easy way to divide it up.  We can just
              assume time could be taken to exchange it to all
              BB if need be but not for role playing

              293700 / 9 characters - 32633 leaving 3 BB.  We'll
              just toss those 3 BB as a tip.  :)

              I will add this amount to each character assuming
              the below.

              Arawn -     100% to Girls
              Etain -     100% to Girls
              Raban -     100% to Girls
              Kell  -      50% to Girls, Takes 16 Gold

              Kiet      Takes share or 1/3rd or 1/4th

              Everyone else got full shares not listed.  Kiet?  Not
              sure how much of this to keep. 1/3rd or 1/4th r full
              share?  If still need to hold off I can place it in
              holding and not add it fully to your sheet.  Let me know.

              That is a good amount of coins for the ex-sex slaves
              of the girls at the farm.








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