[pnpgm] Game Update #107 - File #753 - Meeting A'lart

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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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       [Recap]

         From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
           Dorhak doesn't really understand much about where we...

           "Well, I think I might like to see that!" he says after...
         GM: Ack.

         From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
           *** Febris 8th (prior to arriving at Sharendon) ***

              Arawn spent the journey lightly springing about...

              "You're a sailor and chronicler, you say? I have...

           *** (in Sharendon village) ***
           *5:07-5:32pm*

              Ever generous, Arawn offered up the beds to those ...

           *6:19pm*

              As the party prepared to make their way to the festival...

              "Z'leyra, I don't know who the leader is here but it...

           *6:40pm*

              Meandering here and there, but close enough to assist...

           *7:30-10:29pm*

              Between acting as translator for others in the party...
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           *** Febris 9th ***

           *6:08am*

              The continual pressure on his head had grown day by...

              "If you'd like I can show you a few moves that you...
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           *** [I don't think Z wants to finish home alone so if you
           want to join that's fine.] ***

            Scott, not sure who this is directed at or what you
           mean?
         GM: Ack. It is a open so that anyone who wanted to join
             Z at her homestead is fine for Rp purposes.

         From Mae: [Re: Actions]
           Maelorna inspects the mechanisms of the crossbow and...

           <<18:40 the festivities>>

           Maelorna enjoys the food as well the alcohol but finds ...

           <<19:30>>

             At the sound of the horn, Maelorna pauses mid drink and...

           <<22:29>>

             Maelorna looks about for Lucria, but sees Arawn instead...
         GM: Ack. Good stuff and appreciate the time stamps. It does
             speed things up.

         From Mournath: [Re: Actions]
           Mournath to Arawn: 'I'm an able sailor and I've spent many a month
         GM: Ack.

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       [New Stuff]

           [Febris 8th, 1635TH]
           [Kameran Lands - a Kameran Village]

           [Time: 11:10 am]
           [Travel to Sharendon Village]

             Arawn spent the journey lightly springing about on foot,
           Corsaya freely roaming about as she pleased, the druid aware
           that she would remain close by should trouble strike the group.
           As the hours stretched by his silent walking meditation beneath
           the forest temple gave way to conversation, mainly directed at
           the new members of the party in between bouts of banter. He
           seemed particularly interested in Mournath, his own love of
           the sea, exploration and scholarly pursuit drawing out his
           curiosity towards another of similar bent.

             Arawn moves toward Mournath.

             "You're a sailor and chronicler, you say? I have some
           experience with that, as a sailor and navigator, though not as
           much as I'd like," Arawn said with a warm smile. "Mainly along
           the eastern shore of this continent and into the Sea of Tears.
           But I'm eager to explore more, even into the Great Ocean beyond
           the known lands."

             "Have you been to been on many adventures? Seen many a far-
           flung shore?"

             Arawn showed a genuine inquisitiveness, eager to hear news
           of other places he had yet to see and legends yet to be
           discovered, as he chatted with the man. He even shared bits
           and pieces of his own voyages, though skirting topics that could
           only be held safely by those whose trust had been developed by
           mutual danger and measure of time - Lymria, the dark elves, and
           even details of the Dark Lands for now, among other things. But
           this still left plenty for the druid to talk about - from tales
           of Katai and other distant nations, to pirate raids, and even
           the party's rescue at sea by a demi-god sea serpent of the
           Elemental Lord, Zu. He also shared his own plans to one day
           build a vessel sturdy enough to cross the great span in search
           of unknown lands.

             Mournath replies Arawn, "I'm an able sailor and I've spent many a
           month in the deeps with shore miles from sight.  It's not
           something I'm pleased with, a man should always have a bit of
           land within the range of his vision as seas that wide and deep
           leave a man with little recourse if things go wrong.  I can
           remember sudden storms nearly destroying a vessel I was on
           clear skies and calm waters one moment, the next a swirling
           chaotic sea beneath us and winds and rain howling from above.
           If my captain and his navigator had not been good, true men,
           I'd not be alive today.  I've put to port on many a shore and
           broken bread with many tribes and peoples calling most friends,
           but others...well, let's just say that sometimes it's better to
           run than to offer a hand in friendship." [Mournath reaches into
           his pack and brings out a small, bound book] "Here is a volume
           i've put ink to the last page on.  It describes some of what
           I've seen, where I've been and a few drawings of animals, plants
           and people that caught my fancy.  You're welcome to look
           through it."


                                 ***************
           [Time: 4:50 pm]
           [En route to Sharendon Village]

             Party moves toward Sharendon village.

             Dorhak doesn't really understand much about where we are all
           going, but the free ale and food has been quite the treat.  At
           least he is being treated better now than before.


                                 ***************
           [Time: 5:02 pm]
           [Sharendon Village]

            The party is greeted inside the village by Kanaya who
          seems too young to represent the village.  She directs the
          part to a corral and then the cabin for the party.


                                 ***************
           [Time: 5:10 pm]
           [Sharendon Village]

             Unali unpacks all of her clothes and with help from Kanya
           is directed to a wooden building nearby.  Inside she finds
           a couple other females and she finds four very large basins.
           Since Unali speaks Kameri fluently she explains she is there
           to wash her clothes.  The women nod and continue their small
           talk.  Kanya had explained that this place is for clothing
           and not bathing.  Unali finds soap and some powder that she
           is told with some soaking helps to clean clothing.

             For the next 20 minutes Unali soaks and cleans her
           clothing to get rid of the smell and dirt.  It is not
           a perfect process but it gets the job done.  She returns
           with a borrowed basket to hang the clothes in the cabin to
           air dry.  She is happy to see two young boys out behind
           the cabin placing two poles and a rope line.  They explain
           they were told to do so so she could dry her clothes on the
           line.  Unali thanks the boys and they run off to do other
           things.  At least she'll have some dry clothes for a few
           days that don't smell.



                                 ***************
           [Time: 5:32 pm]
           [Inside Sharendon Village]

             Kanya explains about Z'leyra's brother being a sculptor.

             The dwarf doesn't really understand what is happening with
           Z'leyra's brother until someone translates enough to let him
           know that the brother is an artist, and in stone!  Well, that
           sort of thing has always interested Dorhak.  He had always
           fancied himself pretty useful with a hammer and chisel.
           Dwarves have a long, long history of great works of art in
           stone.

             "Well, I think I might like to see that!" Dorhak says after
           understanding occurs.  "So, do these hills have quality stone
           for such work?"

             Kanya looks puzzled at the question.  After translation
           the older woman who came with Kanya answers.  "yes.  We
           have some basic stones and minerals.  I'm no expert but
           Kam village gets most of the stone sent there.  Most
           of our villages do not deal in stone but just wood.  Most
           of our metal is used for...our fine blades. For more information
           you would have to consult some others like the men."

             Maelorna inspects the mechanisms of the crossbow and ignores
           the world for a few minutes as she checks that it weathered the
           cold well enough to function.  Once contented that all is well
           with one of her prized possessions, she looks warily as the door
           bursts open with the three girls bearing food and drink.  While
           still unable to understand their words she can smell the food
           and the sickeningly sweet tang of alcohol as they walk by her.
           She takes a few moments to savour the smell and samples a
           bit of the food, before pouring herself a tankard and drains
           it, closing her eyes in appreciation, feeling the long missed
           burning in her belly that spreads the delicious warmth
           throughout her limbs, which from the reddening of her pale
           cheeks shows how quickly it affects her.  then pours a bit
           more.  She tilts her head in the direction where Lucria is and
           with a warm knowing smile upon her lips and languid grace she
           steps over and hands him the tankard, while her emerald eyes
           smolder with desire, hunger and the promise of pleasure.  She
           runs her fingers over his shoulder and steps back looking at
           him playfully, but turns about and heads over towards where
           she chose her bed.

             Lucria stares at Mae as she licks her lips ever so
           gently like a bee gathering nectar.  When Mae comes
           to tease him he watches her leave  He gulps and pulls
           on his collar.  It seems awfully warm in here now.

             Upon hearing the translation about a festival Maelorna thinks
           for a moment, then grabbing her grooming kit as well one of her
           gowns, the other having been soiled from the previous town.
           She unfolds the black gown and shakes it out, the seamstress
           designed the gown to tease anyone observing the one wearing
           it and Maelorna had taken a fancy to it.  True it's fashion
           had long since passed in civilized locations, but for her
           needs, it never failed to cause hearts to race or make men
           forget themselves.  She lays it out and grabbing her grooming
           kit, she heads out for the midden.  Once cleaned up, she steps
           back into the room and without any care of whom might be in the
           room let alone watching her, disrobes, letting her clothing pool
           upon the floor about her feet.  With well-practiced motions,
           she slips the black gown over her shoulders and pulls at the
           drawstrings of the bodice tight and takes a practiced breath,
           before pulling them tighter and once satisfied, she ties them
           off, before walking about, letting the skirts move and flow
           about her legs, before slipping on a pair of soft boots and
           checking for the fit..

             Mae walks up to Lucria before they leave, "With your
           indulgence, perhaps you would be my guide for the festivities?"
           she asks playfully. "It's been ages since I've been to any such
           gathering, " as she whispers more to herself, "That didn't
           include the marks I had to play companion with at the discretion
           of Master Gniled." as she smiles hesitantly.  "Forgive me
           please, I've overstepped my position if not my place."

             Lucria stands and puts on his coat.  She hears her
           words and feels bad.  Should he make a move to a woman
           who has clearly been abused?  Would that be right?  But
           she is sending too many signals.  He grabs his bag which
           looks a bit small for a pouch and places it on his belt.
           "I will be honored.  You know we don't have to..." he steps
           out of the door into the cold with Mae tugged into his
           arm.  "go to this thing."  He glances back and smiles to
           ensure no one is seeing.  "I found a ..small bit of
           wine. Why don't we find a nice dark place and check out
           the local stars?"



                                 ***************
           [Time: 6:19 pm]
           [Inside Sharendon Village]

             Ever generous, Arawn offered up the beds to those who so
           desired, opting instead to camp by the corral to keep the
           horses company. Until then he kept the others company, mindful
           of Kanya and asking the occasional question in hopes of learning
           more about the village. As other Kameri appeared and the
           invitation to join the festival offered he gave the villagers
           his thanks and appreciation, asking if there was anything he
           could do in return.

             The appointed spokeswoman Kanay seems confused by the
           questions being so young she no idea how to answer.  so
           she just replies.  "No.  Nothing needed in return. Enjoy
           your stay."

             As the party prepared to make their way to the festival area
           Arawn presented Z'leyra with a pile of warm winter blankets,
           clean and well made.

             "Z'leyra, I don't know who the leader is here but it might
           be best if you present this gift for them to dispense. The rest
           I'll gather before we head to the capitol."





                                 ***************
           [Time: 6:40 pm]
           [Inside Sharendon Village]

             Meandering here and there, but close enough to assist the
           others with translation, Arawn tasted the fare, quietly
           listened in on village talk, and learned what he could of
           Vahagn as worshipped by the Kameri. Discovering the recent
           changes in the hot springs the druid inquired among the women,
           being the ones most likely in the know. There magic was likely
           more than sufficient to determine the event a natural one,
           something not requiring the party's intervention, but he hoped
           to share some ideas regarding how to take advantage of the
           change.

             Though the waters had most disappeared he called upon his
           well of knowledge, from the medicinal to the magical,
           suggesting such things as crafting therapeutic mud baths,
           refined medicines, as well as collecting and trading the sulfur
           to those who could use it for other means. Likely this was stuff
           that had already been considered but if an idea or two slipped
           his lips for them to ponder and benefit from then he saw it as
           a good thing, hoping to see the village grow once again.

             Arawn attempts to mingle and learn more about the waters
           but the women seem to smile and say stuff like, "no need
           to worry.  Why not go get some ale and food." or "that was
           so long ago it doesn't matter now.  Try the ale."  This
           continues time and gain.  As if the women seem to speak
           down to a child who shouldn't worry about it.  Arawn realizes
           the attitude by the women is clear that men should not concern
           themeelves with magic.  Speaking to the men they seem to
           shrug and give the same notion that magic is something to
           avoid and not mess with.

             Frustrated Arawn soon realizes that being a man in this
           area who knows magic is a big disadvantage.

             Women seem to give little detail on Vahagn as they
           seem to make jest of it.  But the men seem to explain the
           god is in charge of lightning and can prevent serious
           damage during the stormy season including brush fires
           and home damage.

             Mae decides to consider Lucria's offer but goes to the fun
           to at least make her presence for a short while.

             Maelorna enjoys the food as well the alcohol but finds the
           people enjoying themseleves much more enticing than she had felt
           at the previous settlement, for once glad that her other half
           is keeping quiet and she suspects that the alcohol might have
           something to do with it, but doesn't care.  She starts to lose
           herself to the enjoyment of being there, for once glad to be
           herself and not some pet.



                                 ***************
           [Time: 7:30 pm]
           [Sharendon Village - Festival time]

             Being fluent Unali spends time alone mingling around the
           festival.  But for the last few hours she has been real tense
           as if expecting something to happen.  Those at the table when
           Gron explained the festival notice her just quietly drinking
           but not eating much.  To Z'leyra she recalls about the attack
           at Cholan's tavern for Unali's birthday party.  Z'leyra
           figures since then she is just antsy.  Unali's reputation seemed
           to have come with her from the last village.  The tall warrior
           who wore at least one Kameri blade - at least most suspected
           it was based on hilt style - was known from entering the
           lands.  The Kameran know some of their blades left the lands
           and understand this.  But to know that someone uses it - or
           seems to - as a primary weapon is respected.  Even now in
           a dress with her dagger hidden the Kameran whisper about her.

             Unali is a warrior foremost but with the work she has done
           with Duke Aren she has learned court intrigue.  Aside from one
           time after kidnapped King Maros was freed by the party was the
           party seen in a court function.  But Unali has been to many
           balls and functions thanks to Aren.  So her intrigue skills have
           gone high with practice.  Here she uses her skills but being a
           barbarian culture the intrigue is on a lower level more
           laid back.  She asks about the nature of the festival.  To the
           men they just believe its an excuse to drink and have a
           good time.  Only a few of the older men say its to give
           hope for a new fertile year.

             To the women though Unali discovers that the festival serves
           as something to give the village some interest and prosperity.
           the village is a nexus of many hunting trails.  So wildlife
           is traded in the market.  but after the springs fouled the
           village elders decided that due to market decline they needed
           more influx of people and gods.  They came up with a few
           festivals that are over year.  This one though, for Vahagn
           is only every 3 years since the rare birds only breed such
           rare eggs only every 2.5 years.

             Unali can understand the economics.  In most cultures the
           main colony - Kam would probably want all of the trade and
           influx of people.  But in this culture they do share it around.
           Unali asks about the wells.  Again Unali learns two different
           answers.  To the men they blame misuse of magic or some foul
           creature causing it.  They are not bold enough to blame the
           women but Unali can read between the lines.  For the one or two
           miners she finds they seem to realize its a natural thing
           that happens.

             But the women in the village explain that based on several
           earthquakes up to two year prior that rifts were open far
           underground.  While the area is free of volcanic activity
           there are fissures naturally of gas and steam.  Some believe
           far ago craters were formed by falling sky rocks.  Which helped
           to form the fissures.

             But more recently the quakes opened rifts where sulfur and
           other noxious gas entered the natural warm healing springs.
           Within 2 months the full set of springs were foul.  Sure Shamans
           tried to use magic to stop it.  but they were limited in their
           power.  So it was a losing battle.  At one point the elders even
           feared the water supply was foul.  But after tests of animals
           and magic the water supply seemed to be unaffected.  Do the
           females believe in external tampering?  Unali watches as the
           female snicker and giggle.  They don't deny it but they don't
           sway the men's superstition.  Unali realizes this is just a game
           of politics and distraction.

             Just before the horn blows Unali asks about any attacks on
           the villages?  This time both sexes seem to agree this is
           very rare. Aside from what was explained earlier the warriors
           seem to have a good control of such.  Sure on the fringes of
           the lands outers might test the waters.  But this is handled.



                                 ***************
           [Time: 7:30 pm]
           [Sharendon Village - Festival time]

             Between acting as translator for others in the party Arawn
           found himself cycling back to the altar. Sacrifice was a regular
           part of worship, the followers of the sidh and other ancient
           forces being no exception, but what was given could often vary
           - it was the exchange of energy, giving up for what was given,
           that was important. He did not know what the Seran was, though
           he did ask about, but it seemed a rare and precious thing. He
           hoped that whatever was in the egg was young enough to not
           suffer and he kept a vigil, praying for the creature's spirit
           to have an easy transition into the spirit world and for it's
           own evolution as compensation for its life. And all the while
           he sent out loving thoughts to it, and to the village as well
           that all might benefit and grow.

             Arawn learns later in the evening that the Seran is a goose
           like animal but is known to have 1 out of maybe a thousand
           with golden colored down feathers.  While the Seran are
           common animals in this area the golden version is less so.
           The women seem to believe that only 1 every decade might
           survive.

             At the sound of the horn, Maelorna pauses mid drink and looks
           over at tall male in the ornamental armour and blonde hair and
           her hunger for more than food ignites anew.  What he carries
           she could care less, as she decides to try and take a chance,
           possibly to see if he is truly as he seems or just another
           simple male.  The light touch was enough to put her off and
           it's evident in her eyes as she can see he is nothing but a
           simple male.




                                 ***************
           [Time: 10:29 pm]
           [Sharendon Village - end of Festival time]

             Maelorna looks about for Lucria, but sees Arawn instead and
           thinks for a moment and then walks up to him, warily unsure of
           why she chooses such.  "May I ask you a question?" she asks
           in Marentian.



                                 ***************
           [Time: 10:45 pm]
           [Sharendon Village - end of Festival time]

             Lucria comes up behind Mae and reaches for her shoulder.
           Mae jumps and pulls her dagger but realizes it is the
           bounty hunter.  His face is faintly seen in the dim torch
           light.  "I found a nice place. A bath house for the village.
           It is closed at this late hour but I ..ahh...got a deal
           to use it for a bit.  Care to maybe soak your feet in some
           hot water and share that wine?"

             Back at the cabin Unali collects her clothing from the
           line leaving a few that are still wet.  She shares what she
           learned with Arawn who seems concerned about the springs and
           such.  She is surprised that Arawn learned so little but
           realizes he is a man.  She smirks a bit thinking of how in
           the various cultures like Clima and even to a degree Katai
           men are second class.  Even a demi god Alfar is treated
           like a common street person.

             Once inside Unali finally relaxes knowing that no attack
           came at least up till now.



                                 *******************
           [Febris 9th, 1635TH]
           [Kameran Lands - Sharendan Village]

           [Time: 6:08 am]

             The continual pressure on his head had grown day by day but
           Arawn pushed past it as best he could when the others began to
           rise.  Sipping Kalya beside Dorhak he gave the dwarf a grin as
           he dealt with his hangover and grumbled about last night's
           wrestling match.

             "If you'd like I can show you a few moves that you might be
           able to pull off next time," Arawn offered between sips of
           spiced tea.

             Dorhak grunts and wonders how this person can be so
           chipper every waking hour!  Especially this time of
           day.  Dorhak tries to recall exactly what did happen
           last night but its foggy.


                                 *******************
           [Time: 11:41 am]
           [En route to Kam Village]

             Thanks to the villagers food and water was given for the
           horses and party members.  At this time the party takes
           a break to eat some minor lunch.

             Arawn notices Unali glancing over at him for the last few
           hours.  He is unsure why but he has recently changed his
           mannerisms.  For the last few days he has reached up to his
           head to stroke his forehead.  Not for sweat but it is obvious
           a headache or something.  Even Fremea commented on some small
           bags under his eyes after waking up day they left Sharendon.

             But Unali shows concern that Arawn may not e up to 100%
           of himself.  Irana did offer some headache relief a bit
           of winterspring root that is a common remedy.  But Arawn
           knows it only was a short time fix.

             Z'leyra has been a bit absent minded and anxious.  For now
           two days they've been here.  Yet no family.  It doesn't take
           a Empath to see the glares Fuk gives her for taking too long
           to get to this mystery.

                                 *******************
           [Time: 1:30 pm]
           [Kam Village]

             Barbarians have no central government they can call a
           true capital. To them it is just another village.  While the
           women really rule the men do the day to day governing.  Since
           the Kameran have no real enemies except the Ghiamem who are
           known for fierce raids.  But based on comments in Sharendon
           the raids are not massive just hit and run.  It is clear the
           women protect the lands with magic.

             While the first 2 villages were wood based here in Kam there
           are a lot of stone structures.  It is clear stone from nearby
           mines are used here.  While maybe two stories were rare in
           other villages here there are some with 3 and 2 story ones
           are not so rare.  Z'leyra has been many times over the years
           growing up.  But she is impressed by the growth in the
           population and structures.  Back growing up there was only
           like 3-4 structures over 1 story.  but now there are a few
           dozen.  The "change" the equaling of the sexes may have done
           its toll on the population.

             While the other 2 villages had a few wagons here there are
           as many as single horses on the dirt streets.  It almost looks
           like a civilized city.

             Unlike the last villages there is no representative to meet
           the group.  While there are stares it seems less glances are
           here as the people are at this house bustling in their tasks
           and duties.

             Aside from the double take of seeing Mae's red hair and
           the glance at the odd gear party members wear there is little
           attention paid.

             Z'leyra asks is there is a place to stay like a inn with a
           corral or barn.  She is directed back to the south where they
           came and there they find a two story stone place with a large
           barn.  Inside the inn keeper says there are no coins here.  They
           barter on items including metals, ore, gems, hides and so on.
           They do have rooms and can house the horses.  but a deal will
           need to be brokered.


                                 *******************
           [Time: 1:41 pm]

             Leaving the Inn Z'leyra and others ask about the square
           where her brother's statue should be.  At this point some
           warriors do trail the party.  Eventually one ask what they
           are here for and their intent.

             After hearing the details the guard nods, "the square is
           in the far north.  It will be revealed tomorrow.  IF I recall
           the statue is complete.  So the sculptor would be at his place.
           I believe he is staying with another sculptor and his family
           in the west side of the village."  He gives directions.

             Fuk and Lucria follow Z'leyra as she moves on foot toward the
           temporary home of her brother.  Butterflies race in her stomach.




                                 *******************
           [Time: 2:05 pm]

             Z'leyra stands in front of the two story wooden home.  She
           knows sculptors are what would be called middle upper class.
           So they live well.  Straightening her clothes she knocks
           on the door.

             A woman in her 50s answers the door.  Z'leyra explains why
           she is there.  The woman nods and yells out.  A few moments
           later down the stairs a man comes down.  Z'leyra recognize
           his face instantly and smiles.  The  man thanks the woman and
           comes to the door.  The bright sunlight makes him blink.  "Yes?"

             It takes a few moments and finally A'lart drops his jaw.
           "Z'leyra?" He exits the home and rushes to hug.  "What ..what
           are you...what is going on?"

             A'lart stands 5 foot 10 and around 150 pounds.  He looks to be
           around 26.  Nothing striking about him but his hands show a person
           who works hard with his hands.

           Actions? Comments?

           Next Update.. Monday??

           GM: Ok.  I think this is a good place to stop.  Sorry for delay.
               I had spent 4 hours Saturday night doing research for behind
               scenes stuff.  Then Monday night I spent 4.5 hours just doing
               Recap and old stuff.   This stage I am just formatting and
               filling in your posts and replying to emails.  It was around
               11:300 monday night when I finally started new stuff.  By then
               after working 14+ hours I was a bit tired.  So brain 
was starting
               to fade.  I did try till 3am but it was slow.  So this So this
               will be out a day later.  But this doesn't give you guys enough
               time to reply for Friday.  Then I'd have to turn around and do
               it tomorrow (got things to do like taxes).  So I will 
work on the
               update Saturday afternoon.  I may then post it then.  That will
               allow 2 updates next week.

               Next update: A'lart will show his family and party can 
attend the
               statue revealing.  I need as much rping a possible.  I also need
               to know exactly what gear you'll be taking.  While 
weapons are ok
               in the village I'm just curious if it will be a warehouse of
               weapons or just a few items.  If you recall I said 
awhile back I'd may need
               to know what is being worn.  This is one of those times.
               It does not imply an attack.  In fact there will be NO
               attack.  I know I'm cheating by telling you.  But I just
               need to know what is worn.

               I was going to do more but at 700 lines this is big enough
               for now.  At this point things will move a bit slower it won't
               be days ahead.  But still can post on old actions.

           GM: Arawn: Emails sent.  Scale Mail/Sword?  Anything else?

               Dorhak: Armor/Mace?  Unsure if you'd take mace?

               Fremea: Daggers/Armor.  Take Bow over dress?

               Kell: You're awol so I'll assume Dirks/helmet/Armor.

               Kiet: Armor/helmet/Dagger.  Take Tulwar?

               Unali: Daggers/Armor

               Mae: Dagger/Armor.  Take Crossbow?

               Mournath: Armor/Knives.  Take spear?

               Pyan: Dagger/Sling.  Take bow?

               Z'leyra: Helm/Armor/Staff/Dagger.  Take Great Sword (keep in
                 mind that issue before).

               Fuk/Lucria: Armor/Swords.

               I will assume you still bring/wear your magical toys from
               rings, necklaces and such.  But if not said taken items from
               bags its ignored.  This will be a presentation so a presence
               thing not a battle thing.  So I just need to know what is worn
               so villagers can react.  Dress is casual no need to be formal.
               Can wear the daily stuff.  So if you take a book n the bag
               say so otherwise its ignored.  Carrying books would be fine
               but might put off some villagers.

           GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
              Feb 7 - Fuk  -Kameran
              Feb 8+- ????







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