[pnpgm] Game Update #120 - File #856 - Who lives? Kell or Arawn?

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          Player        DS    Character Name    Type    Status/Notes  Sex
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   FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid  .Normal/Al.. Ma
   ...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma
   --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
   W3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma
   W2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human  ..Ma
   R4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human  ..Fe
   ...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe
   ...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma
   R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
   R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human  ..Fe
   R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma
   R3.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma
      Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra

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       Game Update #120 sequence (file #856)
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       [Recap]

         From Dorhak: [Re: Experience]
           Yeah!  19points damage!  That should bring some good
           experienced!

           Take that, you formless pile of dung!

           (Can't send to the list, sadly)
         GM: Ack. Yep.  That means difference from those who post actions
             and not.  If you stand around doing nothing you lose out
             on experience and rping.  CDF is 7 so 19*7=? good experience.
             Tough creatures = good experience.  List is back up since
             server fixed by Wout.  Sorry about that.  I listed how to
             test it and such in older posts.

         From Z'leyra: [Re: Choice]
           "Heal Arawn" yells Z'leyra as she kneels next to Kell...
         GM: Ack.  Being leader leads to hard choices. :<

         From Mae: [Re: Actions]
           With the death of her thrall, Maelorna hovers in mid-...

           Maelorna looks at Z'leyra, "I did say, if you survive ...
         GM: Ack.

         From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
           Kiet is badly torn here.  Kell is his good friend, but ...
         GM: Ack. Such a good RP scene but sad.

         From David: [Re: Last update]
           That last update was great.  Bravo!

           I hate to see our fellow group members wounded so badly, but
           I think we are lucky any of us are alive.
         GM: Ack. You don't know that means to me.  There are many days
             I'm tired and hate doing updates but I strive through.
             Its comments like that which do help.  Thanks.  I thought
             it was good especially with Raki's revenge on Zin.  It wouldn't
             have worked if Mae hadn't sent him to kill Raki.  So it all
             worked out well.  Yes 3 almost deaths and lots of wounded
             from this combat?  Very lucky.  I didn't realize how dangerous
             they might be.  But each adventure I have to toughen up the
             bad guys to balance the players.


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       [New Stuff]

           [Febris 9th, 1635TH]
           [Time: 5:01 pm]
           [Unknown Location]
           [Audience Room - Current room]

             Fake-Kell glances around waiting for Z'leyra to answer
           his question.  He stops briefly looking to the south
           then stops again briefly looking east beyond the party
           and glances around behind him as if looking for something.

             Z'leyra considers the choice.  Kell is a good companion
           to the group.  But if Arawn is truly the key to leaving here
           it would mean the life of everyone here.  Then again if
           only a part of him is needed as Zin implied then doesn't need
           to be alive.

             "Heal Arawn," yells Z'leyra as she kneels next to Kell and
           tries to save him.

             With the death of her thrall, Maelorna hovers in mid-flight,
           there is no feeling of loss.  She gives Zin a cold tight smile,
           after all, she had planned on holding him as her toy for, as
           the rule comes to mind.  Four days.  She would have held him
           as her toy for four days and he would have perished, well, as
           a creature capable of independent thought, by the rules, he
           would have remained as a toy and guardian for her protection
           until his body fell apart.

             She thinks momentarily, payment was due, for what she was, no
           healer but corrupter.  She hears Z'leyra order the others to
           heal Arawn. Unfortunately, she knows of only one commodity she
           can offer as payment that may work since she believes Z'leyra to
           be much stronger than she expects.  Landing next to Kell she
           kneels, curling her tail about her knees and using her wings as
           an impromptu cloak.

             Maelorna looks at Z'leyra, "I did say, if you survive this, do
           with me as you will.  I gave my word, thus I offer my life in
           exchange for his if such a transaction is needed to save him."

             She already knew the word she gave to Arawn before her
           indulgence with Lucria, she would not use any of the abilities
           of her other half upon anyone within the group.  Arawn would
           hold her accountable.  She may be aligned with Chaos by birth,
           but gave her word and would not break it.

             Kiet is badly torn here.  Kell is his good friend, but magic
           here is very difficult.  He doubts anyone will be able to help
           Kell now.

             Kiet moves over to Z'leyra and Kell, and puts his hand on
           her shoulder.  With eyes wet from tears, Kiet tells her "Z'
           think you need to do whatever you can for Arawn.  I suspect
           we need him to escape this place, probably conscious.  If he
           dies, not only will none of us leave, but Zin's cohorts will
           still have his body and eventually overwhelm us...then make
           their way to destroy our world."

             Fake Kell nods at Z'leyra and places hands on Arawn's
           invisible chest which he can see.  His left hand he goes to
           Arawn's forehead and his right to his chest.  His right
           hand soon becomes a large flat thing that melts and forms
           over and over.  His other hand he punctures the Alfaar's
           head to make mental contact with the skull.

             Kiet places himself between this demon-thing (Mae) and Kell's
           body.

             "Keep your hands off him!" Kiet yells.  "I don't consort with
           demons and I certainly won't turn him over to you!"  Kiet wasn't
           around when Mae turned into this...thing.

             Behind Z'leyra Fuk raises his own sword and others seem
           to raise weapons like the dwarf.  Mae suddenly stands and
           is taken aback.  The loyalty of this person is strange to
           the ex-slave.  Loyalty to a dead person over her?  She steps
           back and considers this strange concept of loyalty.

             Z'leyra finds a very faint pulse that barely is even found.
           Kell continues to read.  She curses to herself for not having
           her satchel that was lost to the lava.  She begins to rip part
           of Kell's clothing for a bandage.

             As both deal with Arawn and Kell the group gather their
           lost gear back to their bodies.

             Fake-Kell flows a bit of himself into Arawn's wounds in
           hopes to regenerate.  He knows his kind can so easily
           kill but if given good they can heal.  As he does he enters
           the dark mind of Arawn.

             Raki aka Fake Kell flies through the mental hurdles of
           the druids mind.  He soon finds the man in front of a
           empty set of 2 thrones in the dark.  Arawn is kneeling
           and staring.  As Raki closes in he can hear Arawn
           murmur, "where are you mother and father?  Why have
           you forsaken me?"

             All around Raki can see memories fly past in the speed
           of the mind.  The memories seem to flash by and then dissolve
           as if they are being lost.  Sometimes a memory will stop
           and spend days or weeks but in the mind it is nanoseconds.
           Raki can see friends like Jordi or Farseeker.  Lost friends
           like the Fae found in the Vong mountain.

             Raki finds it fascinating but kneels in front of the druid.
           "You must want this.  I can't save you without your help.
           If you resist we are all dead.  My poeple will leave with
           just your body and release armagedon on the middle world.
           Do not be lost in this?"  He waves a hand.  "This is in
           your self doubt and despair only.  If this is your destiny
           to die here today it will be.  But you must decide."

             Arawn looks up.  Why would he say destiny for a creature
           that can shape their own reality?  Arawn can feel himself
           fading. It is almost like falling off a cliff with no bottom.

             In Arawn's mind, Raki explains, "in order to save your body.
           I must merge slightly.  To share my ..flesh..my body.  This
           is new to me.  I can guarantee it will heal your body.  The
           mind I am not sure.  I know what you are thinking.  I am here
           in your mind.  Will I remain?  Maybe.  Over time I should
           fade away.  But you will have a perspective no one else will
           ever have.  What do you say?"

             Arawn stands and looks around.  Then behind Raki's shoulder
           to his parent's empty thrones.  They raised him to be true
           to himself and to the Sidh.  To be fully independent.  The
           need to pray for help is just a crutch.  Today Arawn realizes
           that his work has yet to begin.

             Arawn stares at Raki as a ghostly form of Cholan's son
           being blessed by Arawn draws the priest to glance  Then
           he nods.

             Raki nods and dissolves into nothingness as the being
           quickly flows all over Arawn's mind to rebuild and then
           re-shape lost memories back.  All this in the span of
           seconds but it seems like centuries.

             Z'leyra can't understand it.  The wound is deep yes but
           the blood is flowing slower now.  Something is wrong here.
           She wonders if anyone has any device to heal him.  She
           notices Unali digging in bags.

             The entire combat lasts only 30 seconds but it seems like
           a lifetime ago.  One minute the party wakes in this
           strange room the next 3 are dead.

             Unali finds what she needs.  She grabs it from her bag
           and rushes to Z'leyra.  She hands Z'leyra a small cross
           with a small topaz gem on each end of the four points.  IN
           the center is a small ruby gem.

             Unali activates the talisman and green healing energy
           exits the cross and into Kell's wound.  It quickly heals
           8 points of damage.  Z'leyra checks and finds a bit of
           a stronger pulse.  Feeling relieved she continues to stop
           the bleeding.

             "It is too late for him."  Fake-Kell says as if in
           a bored tone.  But more a tone of no emotion.  Do these
           beings have emotions?  "When he was stabbed he was given
           part of his flesh.  That flesh now rushes through his
           body like a poison. It has already started to eat organs."

             Kiet glares at Raki in horror and desperation.  He looks
           to Z'leyra for help.  He stands with fist balled ready to
           kill something.

             Kiet moves over to his friend...his friends body...and kneels
           on one knee in front of it.  He bows his head, and the others
           can see his shoulders move with his silent sobs.  Tears begin
           to fall, his grief obvious to all.

             Kiet stands after some time, and turns toward the thing that
           was fake-Kiet.  He suddenly draws his tulwar, yells an
           inarticulate scream, and begins to assault what is left of
           this horrid creature.  Taking the sword in both hands he begins
           laying about with the blade, hacking, slashing, and slicing.
           He continues until his strength and anger and hurt are spent,
           then crashes to the ground, his chest heaving from the exertion.

             For a moment everybody is quiet and still.

             Fake-Kell removes his hands from Arawn.  "It is done."
           He reaches for the discarded Cryx.  Then moves toward
           the fallen Kell.

             Kiet sees this and comes back to see what Raki has in mind
           now.

             Raki, the fake-Kell, tentatively reaches over to touch Kiet's
           shoulder, but hesitates.  Then he goes ahead and gently places
           his hand on Kiet's left shoulder.  Kiet looks up, eyes red and
           wet, smiles at Raki and pats his hand and drops his head again.
           He takes a high sigh, then stands up.

             "Is there anything you can do for him?" Kiet asks of Raki.

             Raki tries the smile he sees the humans do.  "You must
           have been in my mind as we melded earlier.  This is one
           thing I can try."  Then Raki glances to the south to
           a area where no one is there.

             "I will tell him....You do?  But I can still."  Raki
           glances at Kiet.  Then back at the spot in the south.

             Z'leyra can smell something odd in the air.  A very
           odd odor she can't place but it annoys her.

             Raki shakes his head.  "No.  I will try this first."

             Then he kneels at Kell's body.  The others soon wonder
           if this being is insane.  Raki places a hand on Kell's
           chest and the Cryx in the bandaged wound where it is
           slightly still exposed.  The orb begins to spark.  "I
           may be able to fight back.  I may be able to transmute
           the flesh into Kell's flesh.  If it is not too late."

             Z'leyra and the others soon realize blood begins to
           pour again.  She opens the bandage.  The wound which
           was healed seems to have opened back up again!  She
           realizes this being is hurting Kell. She looks for
           her great sword.

             But as if reading her mind, Raki states, "we can
           regenerate fast.  His foul flesh is regenerating and
           decaying as well as healing.  It is a fight.  I will
           try to enter his mind.  He must-"

             Raki looks to the south.  "But if you do not let me
           then...you must fight.  Human will is one of the strongest
           thing...you are half human?"

             That is when Z'leyra and others Raki never merged
           with Kell.  He must've Kiet maybe he got that info
           from Kiet.  Unless?

             Some look to the south but see nothing.  The two
           shamans know spirits can be around and helped.  Could
           Raki see Kell's spirit?

             "..it is ..I can't fight this without you ...That
           is why you refuse?  That event?"  Raki frowns.  "You
           know what this will mean?"

             Kiet realizes what this means as well. Could Kell
           be fighting back?  Why?  Kiet drops his tulwar and
           balls his fist.  He wants to yell to Kell to fight.

             "I refuse.  I will fight for you if you do not wish
           me to."  Raki then with his other hand forms a finger
           probe to link with Kell's mind.  "You are too important
           to the group...and others."

             What seems to be 3-4 minutes.  Skin heals and then
           decays.  Blood stops and then starts.  Raki begins
           to seem to sweat but why would a being with no obvious
           oragans sweat?

             Raki shakes his head.  "Stop resisting!"

             Arawn then wakes up and checks his chest.  His
           wounds are all healed.  He sits up still invisible.
           He watches as the being he learned to be named Raki
           is over Kell.  A bit weak he moves little bit by
           bit to Kell.  If only he could lend his help.

             "No!  Stop!"  Raki yells.

             Kell's face coughs up blood as internal organs begin
           to eat away their insides.  Z'leyra tries the cross
           again and it seems to heal a bit but as quickly as it
           does it decays again.

             Raki shakes his head and jerks his hands away.
           The Cryx stops sparking.  "I'm sorry.  It was
           draining the Cryx.  We will need it to escape.  We
           can save him but at the cost of staying here."

             Kiet falls to his knees and reaches for Kell's
           body as sobs choke his throat.

             Raki turns to Kiet.  "I'm sorry.  But he says
           everyone must leave.  What he does now is for
           the greater good."

             Dorhak looks to the group and scratches his
           head.  Such loyalty and companionship.  He may
           have joined a good group.  If they can escape this
           place.

             Raki looks to the south.  He speaks out loud.
           "He says he is happy to do this.  To Kiet he
           says watch your step.  Those snakes are everywhere."
           Raki tilts his head a bit confused by that.  He
           turns to Kiet.  "I think that is what you humans
           call a metaphor?"

             Kiet smiles but knows it is that indeed but much
           more.

             Raki stands.  "We will take his body with us.
           He does request that.  Maybe he could still be
           resurrected later or at least given a place of
           rest of his body and...spirit."

             That is when Arawn becomes visible.  The group
           looks at him and sees no wounds but dried blood
           on his tunic.  Raki helps Arawn to his feet as
           Arawn is a bit weak.

             "Gather your supplies.  We must move fast." Raki
           tells the group.

             Fuk steps forward.  "I do not understand this whole
           mumbo jumbo stuff.  But you see Kell?"

             Raki nods and points to the south.  "You do not
           see or hear him?"

             Fuk shakes his head.  These beings can see more
           than humans ever wish.  He looks over his shoulder
           then at Raki.  With a lump in his throat.  "Do you
           see him?"  He nods toward the body of Lucria.

             Raki nods, "yes.  He is quiet.  He just stands
           there staring at his body."

             Z'layha places her dagger in her belt and glances
           at Mae briefly then at Raki.  "Some spirits are
           shocked by their hosts death. Can you tell him to
           go with us?"

             Raki walks a few feet forward.  "He hears us but
           is not responding."

             Fuk steps alongside Raki.  "You fool!  Look at
           me Luc!  If you remain here you will not be at rest!"

             Raki speaks slowly and lightly.  "He did glance
           up urge him more."

             "You have one last bounty!  Do not shirk your duty!"
           He points to Z'layha.  "I will take her back but you
           must come with us!"

             Z'layha looks confused but remains silent.

             Raki looks over his shoulder.  "He looked at the
           one called Mae.  He smiled and says he doesn't blame
           her.  He was not scared last night.  He does urge
           you, Mae, not to foul this group.  You must respect
           them and they will do likewise."

             Fuk balls his fist, "he did not say that!  You
           lie!"

             Raki says, "He says remember the time you let
           Lanz Net go?  You saw good in him."

             Fuk almost drops his sword and becomes pale. "How
           do you know that?"  He shakes his head.  "This
           is a trick.  You read our minds?"

             Raki shakes his head.  "We can only do so with
           touch not at range.  Even the person I did touch
           Kell, Arawn and Kiet did not know this."

             Fuk shakes his head.  "No.  Of course not."

             Raki continues, "he still refuses to leave."

             Z'layha steps forward.  "I can help."  She
           leans to Raki and whispers.  She then pulls out
           from her winter tunic a small locket of what
           looks like fragile wicker?

             Z'leyra recognizes the attempt instantly.  To trap
           the spirit.  She is impressed by her sister's powers
           that she has learned.

             Raki nods, "then do it."  He turns to the others
           as Z'layha steps forward toward Lucria's body.

             Raki glances around.  "We must move to the stairs
           fast.  Gather your gear.  If the others find us we
           are doomed.  It took all of you to kill just a few
           and you lost 2 almost 3.  We'll never survive against
           hundreds.  He moves toward the threshold that leads
           to the passage he came from. He glances south.  "Kell
           can you scout ahead for us?"

             His face move west and then the wall assuming that
           Kell's spirit must've left.

             Kiet dries his eyes and feels a bit proud of his friend
           for still helping the group.  A small laugh exits his
           mouth wondering that Kell would be great in a trade
           deal now!  He'd listen to all the secrets and relay
           it to Raki.  But then he frowns in grief.

             He walks to fake-Kiet and removes his second ring from
           the flesh bag. He does one final kick to the creature.

             Z'layha casts her spell taking two attempts.  She
           whispers to the wicker-thing.  "I got him."

             Fuk points, "he's in there?"  Z'layha nods.  "Is
           he safe..or hurt there?"

             Z'layha smiles, "He is fine."

             Z'leyra then realizes how does her sister know
           Marentian?  Before she could ask Raki speaks again.

             Raki, "are we ready?"

             Fuk looks to the group still bleeding here and
           there.  "Can we heal or at least bandage some of us
           first?"

             Raki looks to the others and forgets how humans are
           so fragile.  "If it will be fast."

             Raki moves toward Kiet.  "His body is dead but there
           is hope."  Raki forms into a perfect copy of Kell.
           "I have all of his memories.  His skills.  His hopes
           and dreams.  I do not know if I have his magic yet
           until we return to your world.  I will never replace
           him but if you take me I can try to be Kell as Raki
           is a person I would prefer to forget.  What do you say?"

           Actions? Comments?

           Next Update.. Saturday...

           GM: It is sad to see Kell die.  But when me and
               David worked on fake-Kiet's stuff we came up
               with a psychology.  Do not blame David on this.
               Do not blame him on the items lost to Lava.  I
               gave only a simple outline and he filled in
               the gaps I already randomly determined.  Technically
               Kell's wound is not fatal.  BUT what the shaper did
               with that wound.  Not a poison but a nanobyte type
               machine cell erasing 'stuff' was done.  There was
               little hope.  Don't blame Arawn as he did try to save
               Kell by a tranaslocate and insubstantial spell.  But
               could not use one due to range and the other failed.
               I do NOT like to kill pcs (unless its april fools).
               Only two reasons I kill is stupid actions (sure you
               want to run on lava to escape? sure ok) or just
               too much damage that nothing could be done  This was
               not planned at all and I feel sad to lose Kell. But
               as above there is hope.  I doubt Mark will return but
               if he does there is always resurrection though I
               guess he'd have to be preserved?  But as npc I will
               not decide on that myself.  That is up to Mark. As
               above Raki could become Kell v2.  That is if the
               party does not wish to take him with you.  If you
               plan to leave him you best say so soon.  But only
               Raki knows where stairs are but at that point might
               be good to betray him if you do.  Also the party
               will have to decide what to do with Mae.

               Tue/Wed will work on experience and other reports.
               I'm busy Tue mostly but can do it for sure Wed.
               So will try next update Saturday.  I would try
               Wed.  But not time for you guys to reply.

           GM: Many folks are wounded.  Magical healing will be
               futile here.  But if you have items let me know
               if you want to use them.  We can spend 5-10 min
               maybe here?  Z can decide on that.  It may have
               to be priority of healing.
               Actually looking at notes most have 1-3 hits which
               is minor.  So guess simple bandage work by Arawn and
               Z?  But Fremea and Fuk are the worst off.  They may
               want to be healed.  Fuk will take item healing.
               Fremea do you want healing?  You are 10 hits down.
               Again if you guys have magical healing items let
               me know and if you want to use them.  But in some
               cases I am unsure if you took all stuff like Fremea.
               Most are still back in village.  Tomorrow when I
               work on experience I'll see what items I can quickly
               find and note them.

           GM: Arawn - I should've emailed you to see if you gave
                 a yes to Raki.  But would've delayed update.  And
                 frankly doubt you'd say no?  You are a bit weak
                 but will gain strength soon.

               Fremea - 10 hits is bad.  So best stay back if
                 more combats unless you get item healed.

               Kiet -  Based on our emails I hope it all meshed
                  well above based on 'if Kell lives' if Kell
                  dies responses.  I loved your rp stuff.  You
                  get rp points for sure!

               Unali - Based on email to help and items I hope
                  this is fine.

               Mae - Kiet refuses the life-transfer.  Plus the
                 magic is a bit complex and hard to use.

               Z'leyra - Will have to decide what do with Mae
                 as well as others.

           GM: Spells -

                  Player          Spell              Start  End
                 Z'leyra     Magical Boots - Speed   Ph 5   Ph 77
                 Kiet        Magical Boots - Speed   Ph 9   Ph 81

               Boots might last another few minutes I'm guessing.
               At least 40-50 more phases I estimate (120-150 sec).









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