[pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 155, Issue 25

Gilbert Isla bislab at gmail.com
Thu Feb 23 04:31:08 CET 2017


[Mournath's player] Sorry for not posting folks.  Been extremely ill and
hospitalized for a bit.  Still not great.

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> `        Player        DS    Character Name    Type    Status/Notes  Sex
>    -- -----------------------------------------------------------------
>    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 #110 sequence (file #784)
>        ----------------------------------------------------------------
>
>        Admin Notes: None.
>        ----------------------------------------------------------------
>        [Recap]
>
>          From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
>            Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red.  In...
>
>            If no immediate danger, he will at least examine the stone
>            work.  He should be able to see well in here...I hope...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Unali: [Re: Actions]
>            Unali checks herself out from slamming into so many things,...
>
>            By that time things have escalted with Fuk an Z's sister.
>            Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first.
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Kiet: [Re: actions]
>            Kiet has hit hard but thankfully recovers quickly from the...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            ?  ? "Hold on!" Z'leyra barks. "What do you mean, the Moss...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            The "Hold on!" was in Marentian, The rest in Kameri.
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
>            Fremea shakes her head a lot more than normal, this time...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Mae: [Re: Actions]
>            Maelorna groans and claws her way back up from...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
>             Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to...
>
>             "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them,"...
>
>             [OOC: If it appears that they might be on death's doorstep
>            and there's no time for someone else to step in and heal them,
>            then Arawn will cast Healing Mist to stabilize them and begin
>            healing. Otherwise, if they're not in immediate danger, he'll
>            resort to mundane healing to keep them stable until Z'leyra or
>            another competent healer can see to them.]
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
>            "And, Z'leyra, you might want to ask what year it is," ...
>
>            (is this a different
>            sister than Z'layha, the twin?)
>          GM: Ack.  Opps.  You are correct.  Z'layha is twin.  Z'lena
>              is other sister.  Stupid dwarves can't keep track of
>              these details.
>
>          From Unali: [Re: Actions]
>            When Arawn asks for assistance with the injured, Unali steps
>            over. Not trained in healing, she will take instructions from
>            Arawn when given and help out where she can.
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
>            Kiet will trying to help Kell.
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            Z'leyra spends a couple moments translating what people said.
>            She also asks "Sister, could you please sit down with no...
>
>            (is this a different
>            sister than Z'layha, the twin?)
>          GM: Ack.
>
>        ------------------------------------------------------------
>        [New Stuff]
>
>            [Febris 9th, 1635TH]
>            [Kameran Lands - Sharendan Village]
>
>            [Time: 4:49 pm]
>            [Ancient Moss Fortress]
>
>              Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red.  In
>            both a foul mood and foul taste in his mouth, he's not in any
>            mood to be gentle.  He unceremoniously shoves the strange human
>            girl off him, and doesn't even beg her pardon.  While he finds
>            her hair curious, she is most certainly not his type.  He
>            prefers his women to have at least some silky fuzz on their
>            face.
>
>              As soon as he gets off the floor, he readies his shield and
>            pulls out his mace, looking around ready to defend himself.  But
>            he finds his mace in the dirt so he moves to fetch it.
>
>              Dorhak glances around and then spots the alter.  Another
>            fine piece of stonework.  But this time it seems to be
>            nothing fancy like the statue.  This one thing looks like
>            a tale or alter.  He notices the runes and approaches to
>            examine it further.
>
>              Unali goes flying toward Kiet who grabs her. But she is
>            unsure if a boot hit his head or maybe it was a knee.
>
>              Unali checks herself out from slamming into so many things,
>            last of all Kiet. If it seems she is OK and everything is in
>            place (daggers included), she will untangle herself from Kiet
>            and stand up. A brief stroke along his check, 'Thanks for
>            picking me out of the air.' and she will extend a hand to help
>            Kiet up as well.
>
>              By that time things have escalated with Fuk and Z's sister.
>            Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first. By
>            that time things have escalated with Fuk an Z's sister. Unali
>            takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first.
>
>              Kiet has hit hard but thankfully recovers quickly from the
>            fall and whatever weird transition just occurred.  He gained
>            back his senses just in time to realize Unali is literally
>            flying off the walls, well, almost anyway.  Reacting without
>            time to think, Kiet reached up to grab her to keep her from
>            hurting herself on the wall, though, considering who we are
>            talking about, it might have been better to worry about the
>            wall!
>
>              Kiet held on and at least slowed her down but gets dragged
>            along himself. Bouncing off a hard stone wall isn't fun at any
>            speed, but at least it didn't hurt.  Much.  Kiet felt lucky
>            with his armor and helmet absent.
>
>              Back to the present, Kiet hangs on tight to Unali to keep her
>            from flying in random directions. She still seems somewhat
>            dazed, so he hopes to keep her still.  While he does, he tries
>            to comfort her as best he can.  He tells her, in Katai, over
>            and over "Meiguanxi!  Meiguanxi!"...it's ok...it's ok.
>
>              Kiet doesn't mind doing this.  While she is rather pretty,
>            though in a deadly sort of way, she's also a good head taller
>            than Kiet.  Hopefully, without his armor, she won't notice
>            exactly how much he doesn't mind!  Embarrassing... and maybe
>            fatal!
>
>              Then she strokes his cheek.  This causes a shiver to go
>            down Kiet's spine.  By reflex he smiles.  Then he recalls
>            this is the second time of such embrace.  In the flying
>            castle she landed on him in the navigation room.
>
>              Then Kiet notices that his friend Kell is in trouble and
>            Mournath digging to help him.  Kiet wants to go help!  But he
>            can't while Unali needs help too.  As soon as it's safe to
>            release her, Kiet tries to gently roll her off of himself,
>            and head over to help Mournath.
>
>              "Hold on!" Z'leyra barks. "What do you mean, the Moss
>            Fortress? The quake dropped us thru the ground just outside
>            Kam village. We are days of travel from the fortress...unless
>            magic brought us to the fortress."
>
>              "Z'layha, have you ever been in Ticasi? We need to know."
>
>              Fremea shakes her head a lot more than normal, this time not
>            in the sense of not understanding, but to clear the noise and
>            lights out of it. After catching herself and figuring out that
>            this a ceiling, instead of open sky or being buried alive, she
>            assesses her body, finds nothing wrong about her, then quickly
>            checks her stuff, especially her bags.
>
>              Once Fremea finds herself intact and her things not missing,
> she
>            pulls her daggers and scans the room.
>
>              After seeing the large table and the sidh symbols, she scans
>            it with her mana sensing. Then the person, Z's sister walks in,
>            she readies herself to fight if something else happens.
>
>              As Fremea glanced at the alter she can tell it is of great
>            magic.  But the room itself seems bland and not without
>            magic.  Even the door the woman appeared.  But Z'leyra's
>            sister is showing signs of magical talent.
>
>              Maelorna groans and claws her way back up from
> unconsciousness,
>            "I swear, if I woke up in another lock up, honestly it's not
>            like he needed that ring." she manages to mumble while she
>            attempts to extract herself from the dust. Then with hearing
>            the groans that match her own, the recent memories of what
>            happened hit her.
>
>              She looks about sees Lucria crawling towards her.  She sits
>            back on her haunches, not caring if her clothing has shredded
>            from various rocks. "Well, at least it's not a cage eh?" she
>            asks him with a smile and then tries to take stock of her
>            person.  If nothing more than pride and clothing have been
>            sundered she will regard that as acceptable.  She smiles at
>            him gratefully, "Well, it's not like its the first time I've
>            had my clothing ripped and shredded, just may be the first time
>            the earth took umbrage to my being." as she bursts out laughing,
>            the first time she's been able to laugh without acting in a
>            long time.
>
>              Once she is certain she is well enough, especially if she can
>            laugh about surviving whatever hit them, and Lucria has faired
>            just as well, she'll attempt to stand up on wobbly legs and
>            look about for others that might need help.
>
>              Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to the altar,
>            remained unaware of the unconscious villagers as his senses
>            sought recovery. As he more fully came to his eyes danced along
>            the line of symbols marking the stone table, his gaze both
>            distant and intense at the same time while seeking
> interpretation
>            of that which lay before him.
>
>              Between the ebon monolith and the altar great magic was at
>            work, something the party would need to made aware of. With
>            his thoughts returning to them,  his mind settling on the
>            present, he realized that the others might be in need.
>
>              Turning around he spotted the first of the unconscious
>            villagers, instinct driving him towards them, beginning with
>            the adolescent boy.
>
>              "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them," he
>            informed the others, hoping that at least one or two would step
>            in to assist.
>
>              Unali approaches to help Arawn.
>
>              Although a trained healer humans were not his specialty, the
>            druid still learning under Z'leyra, but when tending to his own
>            he was a person of no mean skill. Hopefully it would be enough
>            for him to at least determine if the boy and the man were in
>            immediate danger of losing their lives.
>
>              Arawn glances up to see Z'leyra staring at her sister for
>            a reply.  He understands she needs answer but she could
>            help.  But then again this is a death zone with only one
>            exit, aside from skylights, trapping the party.  The woman
>            could yell and bring warriors and it would be a serious fight.
>
>              "Keep away from the table for now," he warned the others as he
>            dropped to his knees beside the boy. "It appears to be an altar
>            and a powerful one at that."
>
>              He was working diligently when the click of the opening door
>            drew his attention. Involved as he was there was little he could
>            do to stop Fuk from slipping behind Z'layha and pressing the
>            dagger to her throat. Inwardly he groaned, hoping that Fuk's
>            effort to hide the group's presence wouldn't be one that would
>            hurt them more in the long run.
>
>              "Fuk, ease up on her. We're in the middle of a fortress,
>            surrounded by powerful magicians and a nation of warriors. She's
>            a suspect, not a criminal, and we're intruders here. Let's see
> if
>            we can get to the truth without starting a riot," he calmly
> urged
>            the man.
>
>              "Great magic brought us here and I may share words on this
>            once cooler heads once again dominate."
>
>              "And, Z'leyra, you might want to ask what year it is," he
>            oddly suggested to the shamaness.
>
>              Z'leyra spends a couple moments translating what people said.
>            She also asks "Sister, could you please sit down with no sudden
>            moves or spell casting and I will ask the man to put away his
>            knife?" In Marentian she says,  "I have asked her to sit and not
>            cast spells and you should allow her to sit and you should put
>            away your knife."
>
>              Fuk glances around at Arawn's words in Marentian.  He glances
>            back at the door.  Realizes this may be a bad spot to fight.
>            He lowers his hand and steps back but still holding his dagger
>            at hand and stares at Z'layha.
>
>              Z'leyra asks her sister, "Do you speak Marentian?"
>
>              Z'layha shakes her head.
>
>              "If you don't I have a necklace enchanted to help the wearer
>            learn a language. Do you wish to use it to learn Marentian, the
>            language we are speaking?"
>
>              Z'leyra glances to the party, "There are several ways twins
>            can age differently. Upper or Lower World travel, the Balance
>            spell that slows the ravages of aging. Time travel need not be
>            involved."
>
>              Z'layha hears the strange words and the strange people.  She
>            is finally released and then she sees Fremea.  Her instinct is
>            to kill the demon.  But her sister is here?  Why?  Why would
>            she bring people much less men to this sacred place.  This very
>            sacred of sacred rooms.
>
>              "Ticasi? I only recall the details from father."  She
>            shakes her head.  "No.  I never have nor plan to ever go there."
>
>              Z'layha wonders why the red head is laughing like a mad woman.
>            Then she notices the small man around the alter.  She glares
>            but turns back to Z'leyra.
>
>              Arawn frowns when he checks the boy.  There is no pulse.
>            Then he notices the angle of the boy's neck.  It is clear it
>            has been broken and was probably instant death in the quake.
>            Arawn plans to do a prayer later but moves to the adult male
>            as Z'layha replies.
>
>              Lucria helps Mae stand.
>
>              Mournath and Kiet are able to dig Kell out and give him
>            some water.  He is a bit dazed but seems fine.  Aside from
>            coughing on the dirt and dust.
>
>              Dorhak circles to the rear of the alter and glances at
>            the runes and sigils.  None that he seems to recognize.  Then
>            Dorhak notices at the top of the rear facing away from the
>            party is a sigil that he seems to recognize.  He tries to
>            recall but it takes a few moments.
>
>              Z'layha listens to Z'leyra request a sit down.  "You intrude
>            in our sacred of sacreds and with these people?"  She nods to
>            the party and villagers.
>
>              Arawn checks the male and finds he is just dazed. He is able
>            to revive him.  But that may have been a bad choice.  The man
>            sees the room and begins to shake his head in confusion and
>            chanting something about be gone evil spirits or such.  But
>            for the most part the man is just bruised and only bleeding a
> bit
>            on his elbows.  Arawn and Unali move toward the 3 females.
>
>              Z'layha frowns, "sit down in this dirt?  I have my duties
>            to perform.  You must all leave to the atrium and exit this
>            place immediately!  Before the guards see you."
>
>              Z'leyra recalls the time spent here herself.  But she has
> never
>            been here.  It has to be in a high place in the fort for the
>            skylights.  But why was she never allowed here?
>
>              Dorhak grunts in excitement.  Yes.  He has seen it was
>            in Arawn's book thing.  When he showed Mournath that one
>            time.  He explained it was a symbol for his cousin or dog?
>            No.  Wait. It was something about his father or was it his
>            mother?
>
>              Z'layha rattles the tray of food. The wide silver tray
>            is carrying 4 large pitchers of some drink.  There are a half
>            dozen bowls and containers that must be food.  The tray seems
>            to be very heavy. This causes the woman to move toward the
>            alter.
>
>              Arawn kneels down and doesn't see the dwarf or Z'layha near
>            the alter.  He just hopes he did not make the wrong mistake
>            by studying the alter later.  The first female seems to have
>            a broken ankle but otherwise seems fine.  Unali reports the
>            second one only has scrapes and cuts.
>
>              Z'layha places the tray on the center of the alter/table.
>            She turns and crosses her arm and moves toward Z'leyra.  "I
>            do not wish to use this necklace thing until I get some
>            answers.  You said you were in Kam and now here?  What-"
>
>              Dorhak grunts at the tray and wonders if he can just get
>            some of it.  The fall seems to have stirred up his hunger
>            a bit.  But then the sigil begins to glow.  He looks around
>            to see if anyone notices.  He waves for Kell who is nearby
>            but the trader is watching the door as if waiting for more
>            folks to enter.
>
>              Z'layha turns to the slight buzz. She stops talking.  She
>            glances at the alter and then toward Z'leyra.  "No!"
>
>            [Time: 4:59 pm]
>
>              "It is too soon!"  She begins to turn and move toward
>            the door.
>
>              Lucria pulls out his whip to stop her from getting help.
>
>              Fuk stands from checking the dead boy and begins to
>            move toward Z'layha.
>
>              "The Tribute must be done with no one here!"  She
>            reaches about 10 feet before the door when Lucria snaps
>            his whip and trips the woman.  "No!"
>
>              Fremea flies toward the woman as well.
>
>              Suddenly the stone door slams shut with a large clank
>            echoing in the room.
>
>              Arawn notices this all happening and stands.  He thinks
>            he hears Dorhak call his name.  He glances over and sees
>            Dorhak pointing to the back which he can't see.
>
>              Then Arawn sees the silver tray on the alter and notices
>            some of the runes glowing.  He moves toward the alter.
>
>              A Flash....
>
>              It seems like Kiet is heard saying something about not
>            again?
>
>              Darkness...
>
>              An eternity....
>
>              Some begin to wake up again.  This time there is no
>            light.  In fact its dark and hazy as if the place is
>            full of smoke.  Everyone is laying down.  Except Fremea
>            who was flying toward the woman hits what seems to be
>            a low hanging rock?  Blam.  Lanterns.  Rocks.  She grumbles.
>
>              It seems the first thing the party hears is Kiet screaming
>            to wake up.  Maybe not screaming but at least trying to get the
>            party to wake up.
>
>              As the party begin to stir and sit up the scene has changed.
>            No longer in a room.  It seems this a large cavern?  This
>            almost niche of open area is surrounded by 3 walls left, right
>            and to the rear.  There is no longer a chill but in fact it
>            is rather very hot.  Mae who is almost half naked is the
>            only one to feel some comfort compared to those who are wearing
>            winter clothing.
>
>              There is a humid fog/haze that seems to be the color of
>            yellow and white.  The smell of sulfur is in the air and can
>            be tasted.
>
>              The niche is about 50 feet long and about 30 feet wide.
>            There seems to be a stone table in the center but this
>            time there does not seem to be any adornments.  It is a simple
>            wooden structure 5 by 6 feet.  Sitting on top is the food
>            and drinks on top of the tray.
>
>              Directly in front of the party a large mist/haze climbs
>            from what looks like a inferno.  Dorhak who is closest to
>            the edge crawls to the side and almost loses his mace in
>            a bit of shock.  Below is a fiery molten blaze.  It seems
>            to be a river of lava going from left to right.  The lava
>            river is about 8 feet long but seems to go under the walls
>            to who knows where.
>
>              Dorhak feels sweat pour from his forehead and sizzle to
>            nothing before it hits halfway to the lava some 5 feet away.
>            The lava stream itself is about 10 feet below.
>
>              But aligned with the table some 30 feet away at the border
>            of the lava pit is a stone bridge.  The bridge is about 2.5
>            to 3 feet wide. It seems to be from Dorhak's point of view
>            about 4 feet tall.  It crosses the span of lava to another
>            section of cave where Kiet is standing and waving.
>
>              Below him it seems there are various pieces of gear
>            collected around him.
>
>              At his feet are some gear and in his arms is more.  Unali
>            recognizes that her magical sling is in his arms.   Pan
>            notices his bow and quiver is on the other side.  Arawn notices
>            that his helmet and buckler are in Kiet's arms for some reason.
>
>              Fuk and Lucria notice their swords are at Kiet's feet.  At
>            least they assume their since it is missing from their
>            sheathes.
>
>              Dorhak wonders why his shield is hanging on Kiet's arm?
>
>              Z'leyra notices her staff is leaning against Kiet.  She
>            notices her satchel at his feet.  She also notices her
>            dragon helm tied around his arm.  She notices her great sword
>            being hefted up into his arms.
>
>            Actions? Comments?
>
>            Next Update.. Unknown?
>
>            GM: A good place to stop.  At this point things will move
>                very slowly.  BTW the boy is missing. The 4 villagers
>                are still here.  The haze is thick and hard to see past
>                much longer than 5-6 feet.  Now I plan to send pc to
>                shop Saturday to get fan replaced.  I don't know if they
>                will need it overnight.  I also plan to get a new medium
>                to copy data to since cd/dvdr is dead as well.  So II
>                can clean that pc off and get rid of it eventually.
>
>                When will next update? Don't know.  If they need it
>                overnight it could be a couple days.  So unsure if
>                Monday will be viable.  I can try Tue/Wed but have
>                a few things busy to do.  So at very least I can try
>                a week from Saturday or as best could try Monday.
>
>                I can post to give you guys updates though.  Stay tuned.
>
>                Z'lena -> Z'layha.  Dwarves screwd up again.  I removed
>                some ale rations.  It was Z'layha.  Z'lena was the sister
>                who died.
>
>            GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
>                Feb 7 - Fuk  -Kameran
>                Feb 8+- ????
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
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> With Lucria's help, Maelorna stands up and looks about to get her bearings
> and her heart skips a beat as she stops and stares at an alter.  Something
> that easily causes every nerve in her body to scream out in warning as she
> can still remember the screams of fear from the victim her mother and the
> cultists she belonged to had strapped to it and not understanding the
> significance.  She manages in a soft voice, "I want to leave now please,
> this isn't a safe place." as can't tear her eyes away from the altar.
>
> She pulls her gaze away to look at the twin of Z'leyra and fights the urge
> to look back and stare at the alter.  Then the world goes white yet again.
>
> 'Home!  Wake up little sister, bask in the glory of what home with the
> family will be like!' the voice sounds almost jubilant as Maelorna once
> again groans from waking up, every muscle feels like she's gone several
> miles of running.  She can smell the familiar stench of sulfur and taste
> it, waking up more memories of living in the wasteland.
>
> The warmth is almost comforting as she finally opens her eyes to the scene
> which makes her wonder just where they are at now.  If she's somewhat
> sound, she'll look for Lucria first, then Arawn, then the others, before
> she stands up carefully.
>
> "Ok, did someone call us here or did we do something to be brought here?"
> she asks, finding that the oppressive heat isn't a true bother at all.  She
> looks at Arawn, "I didn't do anything this time, I swear.  No summoning, I
> swear it."
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