[pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 154, Issue 23

Gilbert Isla bislab at gmail.com
Thu Jan 26 07:20:25 CET 2017


Mournath joins the man-party as well, divesting himself of anything that
would be seen as improper or rude.

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>    HT     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 #104 sequence (file #739)
>        ----------------------------------------------------------------
>
>        Admin Notes: None.
>        ----------------------------------------------------------------
>        [Recap]
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            Z'leyra will motion for Arawn to bring her satchel. First
>            she puts on her luck ring, then will bandage the champion.
>            After bandaging is complete she will put on her other jewelry,
>            fetch her staff and drum, cast Orient Self EL0 on herself, loop
>            the spell chain over her and Korsa's wrists and cast Healing at
>            ELmax through her staff to heal Korsa.
>
>            She figures that a purification spell won't be needed. As
>            usual, she will give a running commentary, this time in Kameri,
>            to teach those interested in watching and learning.
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Pyan: [Re: Home]
>           Pyan says, "I come from the East, the lands of Omavor,"...
>          GM: Ack.  If you were waiting for a back/forth translation just
>              post as much as you want dialogue wise.  Stuff like this
>              translation will be done.  Just a FYI.
>
>          From Kiet:[Re: [Re: Manly stuff]
>            The evening before the challenge, Kiet is curious about...
>
>            "I'm thinking about going to the Lodge with the men.  C'mon...
>
>            Kiet will go but no sword or shield.  Only weapons will be
>            daggers plus magic trinkets.  H takes off his armor and helm
>            to leave in the groups camp.  If he has any opportunity to
>            show off his acrobat skills, he will.
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
>            I was responding from my phone. Not sure why they popped
>            up like that. I meant to send out a proper post the next
>            day but just ran short on time.
>
>            Febris 7th
>             5:18pm - 8:03pm
>
>            While others had worked to make themselves presentable...
>
>            "Z'leyra, is that true, is Utgard worshiped among your...
>
>            -------------
>            He met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though...
>            ------------
>
>            Arawn looked toward Fuk when the man sought company...
>
>           Febris 8th
>            5:53am
>             Arawn accepted the food and drink in a most...
>            7:03am
>              Arawn kept a careful eye on Z'leyra's belongings,...
>          GM: Ack. You do these long posts on phone? Wow.  Lots of
>              finger-fingers. :)  Sorry didn't get to your emails to
>              help you prepare for this above.  I did it Saturday
>              but never got around to moving to other pc to send it.
>
>          From Dorhak:  [Re: Man stuff]
>            "Aye, laddie!  I'd go along as well.  I wonder if they...
>
>            If we get to this 'man-party', and it seems appropriate, I
>            would love to get a wrestling match, or other contest of
>            strength, started. Maybe Kiet can show some of his acrobat
>            moves?
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            Z'leyra responds to Kiet. "Yes, as a knowledge of how ...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Fremea: [Re: Actions]
>            Fremea does her best to stay unnoticed. She doesn't like all
>            the attention when Z tells them she is a fine archer. If
>            someone calls her out to test it, she will take the challenge
>            though.
>
>            Watching the fight,she knew Z would win, though there...
>
>            If no one pays her any mind, she will listen to Z on the herbs
>            and tea. She will also play around some, with moving items
>            around, or waiting for someone to put something down and then
>            moving it further away so they cannot find it right away. Just
>            fun for her and practice for sleight of hand.
>          GM: Ack.  The challenge was more a test to see why she was so
>              bold to wear the blade.  Even if lost she'd be allowed onward.
>              She just needed to prove herself to wield it.  As to the prank
>              that's exactly with a kid would do so very little attention
>              would be paid to you. :)  But noted and good stuff.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            After casting Healing on the Champion, Z'leyra will cast
>            Healing at Max EL on herself.
>          GM: Ack.  Healed all but 1.
>
>          From Dorhak: [Re: Actions]
>            Dorhak is a bit restless and looking to work off some...
>
>            "I'm going to visit the men in their lodge.  Maybe they ...
>          GM: Ack.  I think I mixed this and next post up.  But the
>              general gist is still there.
>
>          From Kiet: [Re: Tea]
>            After he tries the tea, Kiet eyebrows go up in ...
>            Z'leyra and asks her "Z'leyra...do you know what they ..
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions]
>            Z'leyra smiles, then replies to Arawn's question. "The...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
>            A chill wind sent Arawn's midnight locks to whip about...
>
>            "It has been some time since you were last here and ...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Mae: [Re: Actions]
>            Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the...
>          GM: Ack.  Fun.
>
>          From Kiet: [Re: Actions]
>            Kiet hears the ugly dwarf spout off about how short...
>
>            "A real fight is over quickly if someone skilled is...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Unali: [Re: Actions]
>            Unali leans on Arawn's shoulder as she crouches down...
>
>            "I know you are concerned, for her and for your own.
>          GM: Ack. Good stuff.
>
>          From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
>            The assassin was a subtle one, not drawn to calling....
>
>            "I've seen things in the space between dreams and the...
>          GM: Ack. I love this stuff we know more going on behind
>              scenes so the cryptic stuff is so point on.  :)
>
>          From Arawn: [Re: Actions]
>            The newcomer's eye-roll caught Arawn's insightful...
>          GM: Ack. See this is why I love PBEMs.  These comments
>              would never be in a table game.  :) Good stuff.
>
>          From Z'leyra: [Re: Fight]
>            Z'leyra answers to Kiet, "I had planned to pull my...
>          GM: Ack.
>
>          From Mae: [Re: Actions]
>            Maelorna continues to move away from the throng ...
>          GM: Ack.  Unsure where this fits so had to assume placement.
>
>        ------------------------------------------------------------
>        [New Stuff]
>
>            [Febris 7th, 1635TH]
>            [Kameran Lands - Hills South of Kameran capital]
>
>            [Time: 6:54 pm]
>
>              While others had worked to make themselves presentable
>            Arawn threw himself into work, cheerfully joining the villagers
>            as they prepared the party's camp. Where language failed to
>            meet kind eyes and a warm smile, sometimes spreading into a
>            full grin, did what they could to foster a connection between
>            the Kameri and the druid. And true to his nature, he made sure
>            not to forget the animals as well, whether local or familiar.
>            And all the while he took in his surroundings, reading the
>            people, seeking to understand their ways beyond the stories
>            hard or read prior to his arrival. That most of the men stood
>            back watching was something he did not fail to miss, Arawn
>            wondering if this was an issue of societal roles or the wary
>            attention of a warriors lodge. But he remained unsure for
>            now, opting for a warm if subdued presence while here, hoping
>            to garner respect from all facets of the culture.
>
>              As things began to settle down Arawn took some time to sip
>            the spiced tea, inquiring into the ingredients, while listening
>            to the constable's efforts to enlighten the group to Kameran
>            culture.  Arawn had spent some time reading books on the Kameri
>            alongside conversations with Z'leyra, hoping to use the
>            knowledge towards diplomatic ends, or at least to avoid a social
>            faux pas. He kept quiet through the speech, sensing that Z'leyra
>            might speak up if corrections were in order, though his
>            brilliant blue-green eyes narrowed slightly when Utgard's
>            possible worship was mentioned.
>
>              "Z'leyra, is that true, is Utgard worshiped among your
>            people?"
>
>              Z'leyra smiles, then replies to Arawn's question. "The men
>            of the Kameran learned to worship Ashur and Vahagn. The women
>            of the Kameran, we worship older gods and do not speak of them
>            to any who are not Kameri women."
>
>              A chill wind sent Arawn's midnight locks to whip about his
>            fair face, a solemn smile escaping from the sidh.
>
>              "It has been some time since you were last here and I hope
>            all is as it was when you left. If the Great Serpent's brood
>            has crept into these mountains it would be a poor thing indeed
>            But I'm sure such is nothing more than rumors from the road.
>            Still, it has been some time and other things may have changed
>            in your absence. Perhaps it may be wise to speak with Irana or
>            another before setting out tomorrow."
>
>              The smile shifted, softening into one of inspiration and
>            support that had become familiar to those who had traveled with
>            him. He seemed to settle back in as banter and conversation
>            continued about him though the reflected firelight betrayed
>            the depths of his eyes beginning a pensive retreat for those
>            astute enough to notice.
>
>              At hearing Z'leyra's response to Arawn's question, Mae rolls
>            her eyes and fights the urge to give a derisive snort. While
>            she understood the desire to worship something greater than
>            one's self, Maelorna found little use in pleading or begging
>            for what to her would be denied.
>
>              'Ooh, how about that one?' the voice, the one thing she didn't
>            want to hear at the moment makes Mae wince, 'you promised, a
>            town or city' it demanded.  'Well if not that one, how about
>            that one?' the voice pleads, 'you promised, once we got to a
>            town or village.' it demands.  She whispers to herself in
>            desperation, "No, shut.. shut up now.  This isn't a city or a
>            town." and pulls the cowl of her cloak closer over her head to
>            hide her face, finding her enjoyment being near the throng of
>            people less than desirable, and she starts to look for one of
>            her companions, if only to use their familiarity and closeness
>            to keep her from doing something stupid, as she gave her word.
>
>              Mae sees Lucria sitting on the ground near Fuk.  A nice
>            warm body to be around.
>
>              The newcomer's eye-roll caught Arawn's insightful attention,
>            her derision rolling like waves for the empath to feel. His
>            mind shot back to the night of the battle, when her summoning
>            went awry, her derision thinly veiled that night. Contempt,
>            anger, fear, impulse, insecurity... intense emotions roiled
>            within her, multiplying and feeding on themselves. He had seen
>            enough in his time, heard a portion of her own story, and gauged
>            from her bearing enough to sense that at the root of this was
>            pain. It was a poison that threatened to consume the soul and
>            a difficult one to remove - in a lifetime of disappointment
>            only pain was a constant, a twisted security-blanket that
>            smothered those wrapped within. Others might offer tools,
>            friendship or love but only the woman could save herself, if
>            she so chose and then struggle to face the demons of her past.
>
>              Some among the group, such as Fremea, had carried that burden,
>            but had, and continued, to work on their being. Perhaps it would
>            be one of them that might reach her, with whom she might relate
>            and connect. And in time he might even be able to share the
>            little things he had learned as well but for now their time
>            together was still short and that night likely a poor time for
>            such things. So for now he gave her a glance and a knowing smile
>            before turning his attention elsewhere.
>
>              Maelorna continues to move away from the throng of people,
>            unaware of her motions, easily moving with a dancer's grace to
>            a beat of a song she can only hear.  Her stride is steady and
>            slow, while each step, her hips move as if to cause a priest
>            to give up their vows.  She looks about to locate one of her
>            companions, hoping at least to find the fae.
>
>              What question she would ask the fae, nothing comes to mind.
>            'Maybe just to be with someone that knows what it means to have
>             to hide in plain site.' she muses.
>
>              Mae stops as she sees a large man with a nice knife behind
>            Arawn's tent.  The man is staring at her so she ignores that
>            for now.  But the red head notices how Fremea seems to pass
>            by and just lift the knife off the man's belt with such ease
>            that she is practically invisible.  Fremea examines the knife
>            only briefly and then slips it deftly into a woman's bag who
>            is collecting food scraps.  The leather sack now becomes the
>            home of the shiny blade.
>
>              Fremea notices Irana and a man approach so stops her fun and
>            sits by the fire.  Mae joins her and smiles at the being who
>            has wings that must be hidden.
>
>              Soon Irana and Chief Ohalo arrive to speak to Z'leyra.
>
>              Arawn met Irana and Ohalo with reserved respect, though he
>            did glance at the cosmic symbols marking the woman's robes as
>            he sought to divine their meaning and affiliation. Afterwards,
>            after Z'leyra offered them to the locals, he helped to bring
>            forth a portion of the gifts set aside for the Kameri, though
>            he kept a package to himself for the time being. Only after
>            Z'leyra's story came to a close did he prepare to present it.
>            Just before Irana departed for the evening he stepped forward
>            and gave her a kind smile before offering the gift, a complete
>            healer's kit that the woman might use to heal the aches of the
>            hard-working members of her village.
>
>              Irana accepts the gift with a bit of hesitation.  Then she
>            opens it to inspect the contents.  "This is a kind gift.  Thank
>            you.  While I am not a healer we do have a healer in town that
>            could get great benefit from this."
>
>              Unali leans on Arawn's shoulder as she crouches down down
>            next to Arawn and the fire. She has a gloomy tone to her
>            voice.
>
>              "I know you are concerned, for her and for your own. But she
>            is tense as well and shows it. She must walk a tight rope
>            between her family ties and the woman she has become by
>            traveling far. Just remember, she has always shown to choose
>            the wild, not the old. And we are all here to watch out for
> her."
>
>              Unali pulls up the hood of her cowl so her face becomes
>            partially hidden in the shadows. After that she silently stares
>            into the fire and watches the play of light and dark as the fire
>            burns on.
>
>              The assassin was a subtle one, not drawn to calling attention
>            to herself or her actions. Arawn followed suit, looking ahead
>            instead of turning around when Unali whispered in his ear. His
>            lips barely moved as he uttered an almost imperceptible response
>            meant only for the woman's perceptive ears.
>
>              "I've seen things in the space between dreams and the waking
>            world.  Contention... shrouded, too little to speak of yet for I
>            do not know its place here but enough to cause concern."
>
>              Arawn paused for a brief moment before quietly echoing Unali's
>            words. "We will watch. For some of us are well suited to it,
>            quite well suited indeed."
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 7:12 pm]
>
>              Z'leyra introduces each person.  Irana asks about
>            Pyan's homeland.  Z'leyra translates for both.
>
>              Pyan says, "I come from the East, the lands of Omavor," then
>            waits for Z'leyra to translate.
>
>              Irana nods warmly, "the Omvar are good people and our close
>            friends.  In times when game is scarce your people even help
>            us feed our people.  While this village has none, there may
>            be even one or two of you in our lands.  Welcome!"
>
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 8:03 pm]
>
>              Kiet is curious about what the men might be up to.  He decides
>            to check on that, if for no other reason than to understand
>            something about the people.  It's one of the reasons he travels.
>
>              "I'm thinking about going to the Lodge with the men.  C'mon,
>            Kell! Come with me?  It might be fun.  Besides...maybe you'll
>            learn what they want to buy!"
>
>              Arawn looked toward Fuk when the man sought company for
>            an excursion towards the mens drinking area. He gave a nod
>            just as Kiet called out to Kell, his ever curious nature
>            guiding him to join three as they made their way into the
>            night.
>
>              "Aye, laddie!  I'd go along as well.  I wonder if they like
>            to wrestle, arm or full body." Dorhak grunts and licks his lips
>            eager for maybe more drink.
>
>              "Heck, I especially want to know if they want to have a
>            drinking contest."  He smiles, but it just makes him look more
>            hideous.
>
>              Dorhak waits for others to see if they will join.
>
>              Dorhak is a bit restless and looking to work off some drink.
>            Perhaps some of the 'men-things' the warriors do are contests
>            of strength or skill.  He's all about that today.
>
>              "I'm going to visit the men in their lodge.  Maybe they are
>            having fun.  I want to go look.  Anybody wanna join me?"
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 8:09 pm]
>
>              Fuk, Arawn, Dorhak, Kiet and Kell all leave the camp
>            heading to find this men's lodge.
>
>              While the others stay in camp Z'leyra talks to the
>            villagers and shares stories.  Z'leyra tries to learn
>            what has gone on for the last decade.  But by the end
>            of the night it is clear this village is isolated.  Unlike
>            the hunters most stay here never leaving.  Over the years
>            traders have tried to come and share their wares.  Many have
>            tried to learn the secrets of the Kameran but were turned
>            away.  Four years ago there was a monster causing havoc on the
>            surrounding area who took out at least a dozen folks over a two
>            month period.  That is until the women called for help and got
>            some reinforcements in terms of combat-shamans.  One year
>            mud slides caused a few deaths due to heavy rains.  But in all
>            nothing much has gone on in this particular village.
>
>              As the five move through the dark village they only have
>            the light from inside homes or lodges to guide them.  There
>            are no torches or lanterns to light the way.  As huts and
>            shacks are passed most have windows that families can be
>            seen relaxing or working like sewing or eating.  But the
>            lodges all have windows that are closed that only allows
>            subtle line of light to escape.  Only muffled voices can be
>            heard through the thick log walls making the lodges a very
>            secretive setting for those who pass by.
>
>              At this hour only a few are around.  There are no streets
>            just paths.  Farmers leading herds or market vendors closing
>            up and cleaning stalls are seen.  At one lodge that does have
>            open shutters, the group can see a man teaching a lad what
>            looks to be pottery techniques.  But all the other public shops
>            are closed aside from the one stable in the north.
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 8:16 pm]
>
>              After some time the only other lodge that seems to have a
>            great deal of lighting flooding outside seems to be the men's
>            lodge.  Of the five Fuk can't understand a single word. Arawn
>            can do assured speech but the others can only get simple
>            requests out.  They all know that being here without a fluent
>            speaker could be dangerous.  But they know that someone like
>            Z'leyra might not be welcome here just as the men would not be
>            welcome at some of the women's lodges.
>
>              Arawn takes the lead and was told to just open the door like
>            a standard tavern.  The Alfar opens the heavy wooden door and
>            the noise inside suddenly stops completely.  Arawn stands in
>            the shadow of the threshold and steps inside out of the cold.
>            The lodge is larger than it looks in the darkness outside.  it
>            is about 90-100 feet wide and 60 feet long.  To the far left
>            is a raging fireplace with a mangle adorned with stuffed deer
>            and great ape heads.
>
>              The others come inside and Fuk closes the door trapping the
>            heat inside.  To the far back wall are two things that Dorhak
>            begins to drool over.  There are two machines with large round
>            circles and tubes of some sort - maybe hard plant stalks or
>            plant hide tubes?  The winding tubes circle and circle downward
>            and then end over a kettle.  Below the kettle is a small fire
>            that warms the kettle.  Dorhak has heard humans making such
>            contraptions before they call them a still.  A place to mix
>            stuff to make delicious drinks.  There are two such stills o
>            the back wall each seeming to drip and drip to the warm kettle.
>
>              To the far right seems to be a open area about 10 by 10 for
>             an unknown reason.  Who knows maybe the men do dancing here
>             with females?  To far right of the wall on same wall as door
>             are a couple tables.  Stacked with meats and various treats.
>             Arawn frowns that there are no good vegetables but that is the
>             way of men who relax not wanting to eat well.  But there are
>             plenty of breads, spiced meats, jerky of various kinds and
>             jugs of some drinks or water as well.
>
>              For the rest of the lodge there are round wooden tables or
>            a few rectangular tables.  Each with hard looking wooden
>            chairs that only men must like.  There are around 32-35
>            men here from quick count at first glance.
>
>              Then men all stop and stare at the newcomers.  The men
>            range form upper teens (18+) to men in gray hair probably
>            in their 50 or 60s.  But most are in their mid 20s.  Some
>            are holding mugs, some knives, some eating, some holding
>            cards, some round objects and some just sitting watching.
>
>              The air smells musty but a faint smell of redwood is in
>            the air from the fireplace.  There is a strong scene of
>            spiced drinks and other booze.  A strong smell of body hair
>            and unclean clothing hangs in the air.  But now the entire
>            place is quiet.
>
>              Arawn raises his hands and begins to explain who they
>            are but a man stands.  He begins to move toward the group.
>            He stands a bit over 5 feet wearing thick leathers that probably
>            took 8 deer hides to make.  The man in his 50s is pudgy maybe 80
>            pounds overweight.  He grunts then smiles. He speaks in
>            Kameran.  "We know who you are.  Word travels fast since
>            your visit this afternoon."
>
>              So the words seemed.  But to the others it is more like
>            "We know you.  Gossip is fast.  Since coming this day
>            early." Something like that.  Arawn tries to translate as
>            best he can but even he is not fully fluent.
>
>              "Welcome."  The man looks behind the party and sees no
>            females.  He smiles again.  "I am Borah.  We do not get
>            many strangers here.  Maybe once every six full moons if
>            that.  You are free to join us and relax."
>
>              Dorhak moves to the first still and sniffs.  Borah wrinkles
>            his nose at the smelly small man.  "We call it Nomz and that
>            over there is Pooh."
>
>              Arawn frowns and translates it as.  "That is Nomz but that
>            is Prug?"  The last word is a bit hard to understand.  Borah
>            tries again.  Arawn nods and explains it sounds like "Purge?"
>            Maybe a nick name of the drink?
>
>              Arawn asks about payments but Borah explains they are
>            a trade and barter community.  After some seconds he
>            says.  "Guests are so rare you may drink and eat on us.
>            Tha t is unless you drink the whole still."  He glances
>            at Dorhak who Is inspecting the brownish broth in the kettle.
>
>              Kiet sits at a table with Kell.  This causes the men
>            to start talking and doing their things again.  But it
>            clear the men want to chat and learn but the language
>            barrier is a issue.  Across the table from Kiet is a man
>            holding a knife.  He begins to run it quickly through his
>            fingers so fast its a blur.  He looks up losing even the
>            sight of the blade as it moves form between fingers and
>            missing by a hair.  He grins showing missing teeth.  "Want
>            to play?"
>
>              Fuk and Arawn grab some breads that is not so warm but
>            looks like garlic is added to it.  They sit at another table
>            where three men are holding what look like playing cards.
>            But since most in this culture can't read - even probably some
>            of the women - they do not have numbers.  They seem to only
>            have pictures of animals and beasts.  The cards are what look
>            like very thin but hard parchment soaked in some mixture to
>            make them hard to hold.  The three men then roll what looks
>            like a round bone die.  The single die probably a finger
>            joint from a ape, is painted with a dot to show a number.  While
>            many may not read they can still tell 3 dots is more than 1 dot
>            They roll the die and then slam down that many cards on the
>            table.  The other rolls and slams another set of cards based on
>            the roll.  They begin to dicker and talk so fast that Arawn
>            can't keep up.  But it seems some animals and beasts are worth
>            more than others.  In the end the one who drops 3 actually loses
>            to the one who drops 2.  Arawn asks about how to play and
>            the men seem to ignore him when after 3 more rounds the man
>            shrugs and begins to explain the card types.
>
>              Dorhak asks if they drink a lot.  A simple question that
>            even his limited Kameri gets across   Borah grins and nods.  He
>            dips a large ladle and pours some of the mixture into a job.
>            Then waves Dorhak over to drink.  Borah pours the jug into a
>            couple of mugs.  Dorhak sniffs and then shrugs.  He inhales
>            the drink or half of it.  As soon as it hits the throat it
>            begins to burn and once it hits the stomach it causes his
>            nerves to frazzle and he swears he sees colors in front of
>            his eyes for seconds.  Dorhak coughs and wipes his lips wit
>            his sleeve. a very potent drink indeed.  Dorhak then juts the
>            mug to the old man for a second.
>
>              Dorah laughs, "drinking aimlessly is no fun.  We usually make
>            it more fun.  We drink 5 times then throw knives at each other."
>            Dorhak tries to understand did he say they throw wives at the
>            mugs?  Why would they throw their wives at mugs that would be
>            a waste of good drink.  Then Borah places a knife on the
>            table and Dorhak gets the gist.  "It is a skill of throwing and
>            accuracy not to hit the person.  Not to kill.  You use a knife?"
>
>              Use a wife?  Why would he be married!  Dorhak grunts.  Oh.
>            Knife.  The dwarf shakes his head making the bear rustle
>            on the table top.  Dorhak does pull out a hand axe and places
>            it on the table.  Then asks for his 3rd drink.
>
>              Dorhak asks if they wrestle?
>
>              Borah frowns.  "Snuggle?  We just met."
>
>              Over the din Arawn watches as a Boar-image card beats is
>            higher over a rabbit.  The artist work is well done.  But
>            over the noise he hears this and grunts.  He yells out the
>            word wrestle.
>
>              Borah smiles, "yes.  But body wrestling would have to
>            be done outside. "  Dorhak rolls up his sleeve and places
>            his right arm on the table.  Borah realizes his meaning
>            and knows the small man must not be that strong.  Even
>            for a older guy like himself.
>
>              Dorhak's hand is slammed to the table.  The Dwarf grunts
>            and didn't even realize it started.  But he has three drinks
>            in him.  So he tries again this time more prepared.  To be
>            beat by a old man!  Borah's arm is slammed to the table.
>            Dorhak grunts and grins which makes Borah cringe a bit.
>
>              Borah nods and massages his arm, "how about some
>            younger blood?"  He calls over a couple of the young
>            bucks to play with Dorhak.
>
>
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Febris 8th, 1635TH]
>            [Kameran Lands - Kameran Village]
>
>            [Time: 5:53 am]
>
>              Arawn accepted the food and drink in a most grateful
>            manner. Discovering the presence of a bark extract in the tea
>            he asked Z'leyra if she happened to know the particular tree,
>            his training as an herbalist and forester urging him to expand
>            his knowledge as wandered this world.
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 6:53 am]
>
>              After he tries the tea, Kiet eyebrows go up in appreciation.
>            It's very good and helps clear the sleepiness feeling.  He looks
>            over to Z'leyra and asks her "Z'leyra...do you know what they
>            put in this tea?  I think that it might be a worthy addition
>            to my plans.  I hope to sometime soon make a garden to grow
>            herbs and other plants."  He takes another sip and continues.
>            "While it might not be useful as magic, I think it might be
>            useful as something to have around."
>
>              Z'leyra responds to Kiet. "Yes, as a knowledge of how to
>            find, grow, prepare and use herbs is an important part of any
>            healer's bag of tricks I was taught to be an herbalist as part
>            of my shamanic training. Indeed my plans for a school of healing
>            include a herb garden and preparation room. This particular tea
>            is from..." and she gives a ten minute lecture on local herbs
>            and the teas made from them.
>
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 7:03 am]
>
>              Z'leyra finished speaking of the tea just as the Champion
>            arrives for the fight.
>
>              Kiet stares at the tea.  So the herb is from a rare mushroom
>            lichen mixture found under damp rocks on hill sides?  Fremea
>            and Arawn listen to this and realize the process to collect
>            must be grueling. To separate the herb hybrid from the rocks
>            and avoiding animal droppings - or maybe that is the secret
>            ingredient? But it explains the tangy nature of the tea it
>            seems.  Wait didn't she say that even bird droppings are added
>            to a spice in this or did he hear wrong? Before he can ask the
>            challenge begins.
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 7:05 am]
>
>              Watching the fight, Fremea knew Z would win, though there
>            were a couple of times it was too close. She wonders if Z had
>            lost what really would have happened. Would she be denied access
>            to her own family?
>
>              Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the ringing
>            sound of metal upon metal, the tang of blood in the cold air
>            gave her even less enjoyment.  Her interest lies more in
>            watching those about her.  The flesh on display was almost a
>            heady bouquet to her senses.  While the language was still as
>            alien to her as the previous night, she didn't care and was
>            able to ignore it.
>
>              Arawn kept a careful eye on Z'leyra's belongings, hoping for
>            her win while maintaining an impassive demeanor. And as the
>            battle closed he joined the shaman, already in the process
>            of procuring healing items for her to use on the champion as he
>            crossed the field. He knelt beside her as he assisted, all the
>            while taking in the lesson as he sought to expand his knowledge
>            from the elven to human anatomy.
>
>              Z'leyra gestures for Arawn to approach with her satchel.  As
>            Arawn approaches he notices some men are staring as if they
>            are figuring this man to be servant to Z'leyra.
>
>              Z'leyra takes the satchel and opens it.  Placing her luck
>            ring, necklace and other gear on herself.  She begins to
>            explain to Korsa what she intends to do.
>
>              Z'leyra grabs her drum and begins to tap it gently to
>            enter into a light trance.  This does not surprise many
>            as those in the know what she is doing. But the men become
>            a bit agitated.
>
>              Irana crosses her arms and watches.
>
>              Once in the trance and Korsa's wounds bandaged she casts
>            her healing spell on the champion.  The green magical energy
>            that is a green haze forms around Korsa's head and leg
>            as it begins to wrap around and heal.  Soon the leg is
>            fully healed.  But as the spell ends there is still just
>            a slight tent of a cut on her forehead.  Z'leyra figures
>            it healed 99% of her wounds but not fully.  She sighs but
>            unwraps the bandage to ensure no infections.
>
>              Irana glances around at the men who are now murmuring
>            to themselves.  She shakes her head at the open use of
>            magic in such a public place.  While the men do know
>            magic exists and the women are part of it, it is
>            done in private whenever possible.  Now the men will
>            be nervous for days.  Irana makes a note of this and
>            realizes the test is over.
>
>              Korsa flexes her leg and smiles.  "A fine job."  She
>            reaches up to her forehead.  "A scar?"  Z'leyra explains
>            it will fade with her body probably by tomorrow.  Korsa
>            nods.  "A nice challenge." She reaches out to shake her
>            hand.  Kamerans do not tend to shake hands but it seems
>            the Champion is aware of this custom.
>
>              Korsa nods, "now I have a hunt to prepare.  See you."
>            She then runs toward some lodges in the south.
>
>              That is when Z'leyra notices the face of Irana.  She
>            looks around and sees the men staring and murmuring.
>            Sure magic is public but she realizes that the men are
>            too superstitious.
>
>              Irana approaches, "we believe one of your brothers is
>            in Sharedon village.  The other we do not know.  You
>            may want to travel to Kaeran and see if the village
>            there has information.  If you have forgotten I can let
>            you have a guide.  Both villages are to the north west from
>            here maybe 6-7 miles.  I bid you farewell and good luck."
>
>              With that Irana leaves but Arawn doesn't need to be
>            a empath to tell she is a bit upset on the public display
>            of magic.
>
>              As the crowd disperses Z'leyra does a quick healing spell
>            upon herself.  Her wound does heal all but a small bit.
>
>              Dorhak comments on how short the fight was.
>
>              Kiet hears the ugly dwarf spout off about how short the
>            fight was. He has to say something.
>
>              "A real fight is over quickly if someone skilled is involved.
>            Only battles, with many men, take a long time."
>
>              Unali can't help but smile at this.  The person who hid behind
>            the group in the flying island is talking about combat like
>            a warrior.
>
>              Kiet turns to Z'leyra and says. "Congratulations!  I thought
>            you were in trouble after that first cut.  Then I cringed when
>            you whacked her in the head.  I was not real sure what the tribe
>            might do to us if you had killed her."
>
>              Z'leyra answers to Kiet, "I had planned to pull my blows, but
>            she was so fast and skilled that without going full out I
>            wouldn't have touched her at all. As to what they might do...
>            well the Kameri are not an evil people. They would see that
>            you do not have an invite anymore and simple ask you to leave...
>            and escort you to the border."
>
>              Fuk listens to this realizing that a fight might've ruined
>            almost a month's work to get here to end in seconds.  Wise
>            decisions or bad ones?  Finally he speaks up.  "You seemed to
> use
>            different fighting forms  That last blow to the head reminds me
>            of a far eastern form of fighting."
>
>
>                                  *******************
>            [Time: 7:19 am]
>
>            Actions? Comments?
>
>            Next Update..Monday...
>
>            GM: I think this is a good place to stop.  With 17 posts
>                I got swamped so ran out of time yesterday.  I spent
>                the first 5 hours catching up on the old posts that
>                was 600 lines of above.  Then I added another 100 lines
>                today.  It was near midnight when I finally started to
>                do the new stuff (not recap posted stuff).   Yes 5
>                hours it takes a long time to format, edit, extract to
>                files, add to website, etc.  I had planned to move
>                us to next village.  But I think the previous night
>                is fine to stop for actions.  Since this is out later
>                consider this the Friday update.  I'll be busy tomorrow
>                so can't much until probably Saturday.  So will do some
>                of next update then.  So if get enough posts by 5pm
>                EST Saturday that'll be fine.  Sorry for being late
>                but work and work bleh.
>
>                Mournath/Pyan you could join the other men but you
>                never posted.  So it is still a option and interact.
>
>                I think we'll move on unless the men decide to hold
>                off longer in the lodge interactions.
>
>            GM: Arawn - I assumed you joined the men based on emails/post.
>
>                Dorhak - Let me know what to do.
>                  I think I lost your comments on the fight.  I may
>                  have lost the email/post.  Sorry.
>
>                Kell - You still around?  Been quiet.  For next adventure
>                  you'll need to be super active. :)
>
>                Kiet - Can do stuff just let me know what.
>
>                Mae - Can chat with Fremea if that was your intent.
>
>                Z'leyra - How long to stay in the village? On to
>                  which village next?
>
>            GM: Time - New folks
>
>                 For the new folks you may see how I handle things by
>               now.  There are important things to consider.  The first
>               are time stamps and date stamps.  [Febris 8th..] [Time: 5pm]
>               These show which part of the day things are going on.  For
>               this update it covers about 12 hours.  Folks can post retro
>               active things like the men's lodge fine with no issues.
>               Only when it affects present (last events in update) that
>               it can be a issue.  For example say current event is that
>               group needs a shovel to dig up a treasure.  If none were
>               considered then its not done.  But one can't say the previous
>               morning you bought a shovel at the store.  That would affect
>               the current.  So it is suggested but not required to reply
>               in terms of these time situations.  Look at John/Arawn's
>               posts he uses the time stamps which are great.  But it
>               is not required.   It just helps me figure out where to
>               place the things in the update.  Else I have to assume
>               ere and not there.  So it helps with cohesion.  So feel
>               free to post retro old actions and new ones.
>
>            GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself]
>               Feb 7 - ????
>               Feb 8+- ????
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