[pnpgm] Game Update #1 - File #51 - Dorhak's Prize
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HT Player Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex
FH.John Haight...........Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar... Ma
--.Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe
W2.David Sanders.........Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma
R4.Wout Broere...........Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe
R4.Alex Koponen..........Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe
Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra
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Game Update #1 sequence (file #51)
Admin Notes: While this is technically the first official
update I will still use my pre-#1 numbering scheme for 2 more
IBTs that are due out. Just to stay formal with update #s.
[Marqi Frisda 23rd, 1636TH; Sivas, Marentia]
[Time: 8:15 am]
Dorhak examines his prize. It has taken him a long time
to get to this point. A dwarf without a nation of his own
kind. A dwarf without even a single other dwarf in this human
infested land he finds himself in. The only dwarf among this
crazy band of adventurers. To join the party during a hippogriff
attack on the Zen'da plains and to end up here in Sivas. Such
a strange name humans call their places.
Now a bit over 3 months later he has become native. Having
a place - a hovel he rents - is not a dwarf Kril. But it
is something until he can find his way in this human infested
world. Dorhak sniffs the air around the courtyard of his hovel
and smells the early morning meals being made. HE is though
not openly admits it, happy to be here. This Artist Quarter
of homes is something he has grown used to. To sculpt and
to watch art - even lessor human art - is a place he has
learned to fit in.
While on the outside he looks ugly and like a dwarf
who constantly is constipated he has made friends here.
Even the motherly hen painter across the way with her
ample flesh in various unnatural positions. Even the
old man sculptor who taught him a bit he would never admit
to learning from a human to other dwarves. But he has
appreciated this place.
But outside this Artist Quarter he finds the typical
riicule the humans dish out. The snide comments and
stares. The laughter from the kids and the stuck up
noses by the adults. This place is still not a friendly
place to dwarves. While they don't openly tar and feather
him they don't make him a honored guest either. Like
Fremea and Kaylle the dwarf still has issues. Some believe
if he just shaved he'd look more friendly. A dwarf shave
his beard! How absurd is this! Some in the Quarter even
threatened to do just that when they found Dorhak drunk
on the lawn. But lucky for them none never did.
To the humans this is Frisda the 5th day of the weird
6 day human week of the calendar adopted by Marentia
from a land called Thaliba. The climate here has been
reasonable. Cold but not blizzards like the great mountains
his people are known to be from. To the humans this is called
the Planting season of the 6 seasons. Dorhak actually liked
the last season called the Dark Season. But now is it
mostly spring to the humans. While it is overcast the
day is warm at 80 degrees already. A warm breeze rolls in
from the Sea of Cholchara in the north.
But at least Dorhak is eager to get rid of his winter
clothing. Now he stands looking at his prey and prize.
He smiles as he grunts and runs a finger through his
whiskers. He bends down to examine the quarry in
the prize. For a sculptor he sees this stuff. A warrior
is also a sculptor!
He reaches out to grab his prize and hefts it up as he
stands. The 4 foot piece of stone work is one of his
best pieces. A mere 38-40 pounds he estimates. But the
stone from the quarry is exceptional. The blue hair who
wants the piece done will pay him a godly sum of 40 gold!
He laughs as its probably not worth a tenth that much!
Why do old human females even have blue hair? Is this
some divine curse? He shakes his head as long as the
have the gold he doesn't care if they have purple and
green hair! But if she pats his head one more time he
may just smash the statue over her skull.
Dorhak begins his trek into the city streets. It
has been a fun few months. Who knows maybe it is time
to move on and find some other dwarves. What fun would
that be. Couple months back he heard from Z'leyra that
there was actually another dwarf the party traveled with.
Khalgon joined the party some 3 odd years before. It
seems during some event where Varange freed a prison
wagon with the party inside did he leave. His current
location is not known. Rumor is that he and Varange
went to the lower world. Whether this is true no one
knows for sure.
Dorhak considers his new found friends. Arawn the
crazy Elf - no they say he is Alfar son of a god?
The Elf who can't decide what to be. A priest, wizard,
druid, healer, scholar among other jobs. He was gone
for a long time and rumor has it he has recently come
back. But if he continues to preach to Dorhak he might
end up with a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth. Dorhak
giggles at that though as he avoids a fast moving horse
passing by. If someone hits his statue and damages it
they will pay dearly!
Fremea the kind Faerry. Dwarves have little contact
with Faerry as a general rule. They just don't trust
them at all. At least with humans you can see the
deception fast. But with Fae they are pranksters and
like to do wild things. Dwarves for the most part
do not have a good sense of humor. But for Fremea
she is a good one - not that Dorhak knows of another
Fae around except for Kaylle. But Dorhak knows there
is still darkness in her. But as a warrior he knows that
darkness can be a benefit for the right purpose.
Kiet the acrobat who recently threatened to fire his
gardener if he finds ONE snake in his yard is a funny
man. The acrobat seems care free but his wizardry background
gives true merit to the gods. Dorhak has little use for
the gods. But he can see Kiet cares for them - at least
for what he needs from them. Maybe after he gains his 40
gold from the insane blue hair and downs a barrel of rum
he'll visit Kiet in his new place. He just keeps forgetting
to go over there. First time he did the cook did not
enjoy him in her kitchen but never spoke to Kiet about it.
He did bath recently that week at least a week before!
Dorhak yells at 2 kids who run past almost knocking
him down. Why do humans seem to treat him as some
odd target that says 'Knock me down'? He giggles as
he recalls the slap heard around the world. Well at least
to his mind. The crazy red head who almost killed him
and then his justice with that keen slap. She might like
this statue of the Promenthian Captain. A famed hero in
some old dusty war the Marentian was in. Some naked fool
man who only used a sling and a club of all things. He
examines the state of the naked man. The blue man wanted
him well endowed but while the customer is always right
it just was weird to spend hours on that one part for
Dorhak at least. He wonders if Mae is even still around
or fled to seduce some old man for his gold. Last he
heard she was at some brothel. He actually considered
some of those places but the brothel owners always threw
him out thinking he was some carnival kid midget who had
a hair curse.
Then he watches 2 sailors pass by. Sivas has such common
signs of sailors and crews. He wonders where Mournath went
to and why he left? More importantly he wonders if he
could get his share of the gold.
Pyan the quiet hunter he met a few times in some tavern
and drunk the kid under the table. He just couldn't
hold much rum. Some humans just can't learn to drink
well! But Pyan was a good teller of stories.
Dorhak jumps back as a camel spits on the street almost
hitting his precious statue. Why do the ugly beasts
even show up here? Aren't they like desert beasts?
Sure ships dock with such exotic things but they seem
too frequent here. Ugly beasts that make Dorhak look
quite handsome. Speaking of ugly beasts he wonders if
Raki knows any dwarf lore. He'll have to talk to him
if he hasn't gone off to kill some god lately.
Then there is Unali the woman who can dress to
please nobles in a court but still use daggers like
a weapon master uses a great sword. Dorhak finds
her most fascinating to walk in these diverse worlds
of mud and dirt yet the palace court. Dorhak also
suspect there is something about her that he just
Dorhak hugs a wall as a wagon full of grain passes
by Why can't these fools drive with their eyes open
not closed? Maybe he can find a nice alley to do
some short cuts. If he recalls he is only a few miles
from the blue hair's place. Speaking of blue hair Dorhak
recalls Z'leyra. the woman who can't decide to be
Healer, Wizard, Crafter, Warrior, Armorer, Jeweler,
Tanner and now tailor he hears. Why can't she just
pick a job and stick with it! Using all those silly
toys of hers. Then again maybe she'll get some toys
for him made.
Dorhak passes a tavern and smells rum and sniffs the
air. Maybe just 5 minutes? No. No! Taverns have
bar fights and he could lose his prize. Maybe later.
What? What? What was that man saying? Something
about that alley is full of glass and oil? Should
not go that way? Fine. He'll take that alley and
head to the south. Would not do well to slip on
oil and break his statue.
Guy looked like a sailor needing a brothel though.
Maybe he was drunk? But no time to argue he is
[Time: 8:32 am]
Dorhak enters a alley full of trash and crates. He
is wary for drunk beggars. At least he has his
mace on his hip for those fools. Giving well earned
gold to beggars - are humans all mad?
There if he recalls that's Solis Streets some 30 feet
down the alley. Then a quick right and maybe a mile
to her place.
Suddenly a man exits a door to some place to his right.
He nods and doesn't see Dorhak at first. This almost
causes a collision. "Sorry..." he simply says as he
carries a sack of something. But this forces Dorhak
to move a bit to the right wall.
Dorhak turns to the back and glares at the man.
But why is the man looking up? Dorhak shrugs and
then hears a noise from above. He looks up and sees
a very large net falling straight for him.
Humans say life can flash before death fast or something
like that. It seems to take hours for the net to fall.
But he considers his options. If he runs he has to dodge
at least 4 crates. He could turn back but the man
is there. He could hug the right wall but surely would
hit the net. His only option is to the left toward the
door the man exited.
As he turns left he notices a shadow near the sky and
looks up to see the sack of whatever coming his way.
His prize! No! Dorhak hugs his statue and prays that
this man is just tossing his sack to the ground so
he can avoid the net. But no! It impacts his head.
Ow! Dorhak is pushed backwards 2 feet. But he still
holds his prize! Yes.
But under foot he slips on a piece of trash and he
falls to his butt. He looks up to see the net now
just a couple feet above him. Why do humans seem to
love to knock into him! Can he toss his statue to
the side? It might break. Maybe he can hug it to
his chest and take the net.
Whoosh! The net that is it seems 12 feet wide falls
on him. But his status is intact! Yes! Now to get
out of this net and kill the man. First put the statue
down and pull this net off.
Something hits his head. Thank goodness for helmets!
Oh. It was a pretty flower pot. Oh that hurts. Why
does he see dancing Fae around his head? Why are
they singing now? Ahh. Darkness no more singing that
Dorhak rouses up and looks around. Around him there
are now 4 men including the man who carried the sack.
They are now ensuring the net is around him. Where
is his statue? Dorhak panics. Gold first he can
always kill these men later. Where is it!?
Ahh there it is! The head...and there is the legs
over there..and that male member he spent hours on
against the wall. Anger boils up inside as he sees
gold slipping away from his hands. Now these men
Suddenly a man appears from down the hall and
charges sack-man. The sack-man pulls a short
sword and swings at the new man. The new man - nice
goatee man Dorhak calls - ducks easily. The
man draws his own sword and impales the man with
one fluid motion.
The other 3 men turn and draw daggers and short
swords. Now it is a 3 on 1 fight. Dorhak takes
the time to pull and pull the heavy net off him.
But it will take some time.
Dorhak can only see open gaps in the net with
flashes of intense fighting. Goatee man slices
once and twice taking another man down.
Dagger man slices the Goatee's tunic and this causes
the man a nasty frown. Dorhak figures it is a nice
silk tunic not to ruin.
Just a few more feet of this blasted net!
Suddenly one of the man falls onto Dorhak. Dorhak
grunts and wraps the net around his neck and
strangles the man. Why do human keep knocking into
There! Dorhak grabs the man's sword and cuts the net
finally with a nice blade. Dorhak stands and
tosses the short sword aside and pulls his mace. Now
to kill this dagger man.
Dorhak bashes the man on the back and then shoulder
knocking him down. Then out of pure rage bashes
the man in the skull. Blood spurts all over the
broken statue. Dorhak groans and kicks the dead
man three more times.
"Whoa there..." Goatee man speaks.
Dorhak looks around as all of the 4 men are down
or dead. He raises his mace at Goatee man.
"I'm not here to hurt you. We need to figure out
why these men...want...ahem..you."
Dorhak feel a bit of a insult from that but nods. He
watches as the man looks at the men. "All sailors based
on their tattoos. Dorhak has heard of shanghaied people
taken on ships as slave crew. But Marentia has strong
laws against such.
Goatee man bends down and checks the first 3 men. Then
checks Dagger-man. He finds a slip of paper and
reads it. "Dock 17, Slip 2. Amons Dock yard."
The man ponders this. "That's for merchant ships."
he stands and smiles. "Hi. My name is Damon."
Damon notices sack-man moan. He rushes to him and
slaps him a bit. "Why do you want this midget?"
Dorhak groans he is a dwarf not a midget!
"..I need...healer.." Sack man groans.
"Sure sure. I know of a great healer. First why him?"
the...ship...them more..." He then begins to slur and
Damon notices blood cloud his eyes. Dorhak kicks the
man and Damon glares.
"No need for that son...sir...son..?" Damon stands.
Yes there is his prize was ruined!
"We could wait for the city guards. Spends a few hours
answering questions on self defense or we could find
Dorhak looks to the street down the alley and knows
only a few minutes before someone sees the bodies.
Dorhak grunts and waves Damon on. They rush down
the alley and away.
As they quickly move the man speaks. "I actually
own 2 ships myself. A thriving business up the river
and Cholchara Sea. "
Dorhak ignores the man he seems way too cherry for an
a man who just killed at least 3 men.
"Not seen many of ...your kind around here. I'm
Captain Damon. You are...?"
Dorhak grumbles his name wondering why this human wants
to be so friendly. Is this a trap? Dorhak seems to
faze out the man as he blabbers on about his ship and
crew. Who cares! The man is rather handsome though
at least a human can wear a nice beard!
[Time: 9:03 am]
The two end up near the docks. Damon tells him
to wait as he points to a shed. Dorhak grunts. He
may not be 100% fluent but he knows the language
well enough now to be a native. But he just doesn't
trust this man.
"See the sign? It says Dockmaster. I'll go ask
him about the slip and ship there. See what
it is doing. Okay?"
Dorhak squints at the sign. Strange lettering but
he doesn't get it. But it seems to only have one
exit so this Damon man can't flee to warn city guards.
[Time: 9:12 am]
Dorhak paces back and forth. If this Damon person
left him and is reporting him to the guards he will
have to pay the captain back three fold - with a nice
mace spike head. But finally the captain leaves the
building. and approaches.
"Ship is the Black Depths with Rhias as the Captain.
Her flag is Gom but between you and me the dockmaster
was probably bribed. Based on how he reacted. I suspect
Gom is not the origin. When we dealt with those man
the one that spoke briefly sounded almost like a southern
dialect from the south west. Let's go take a look shall
we?" He waves Dorhak to the left away from the docks and
Dorhak looks confused. "There is a fishing pier over
this way. It should give us a good view of the ship."
Dorhak nods and follows the somewhat arrogant captain.
They arrive on a old wooden dock where there are a half
done men and a couple kids fishing. Both turn to the
east and look at the docks about half a mile away. The
sun is low still on the horizon in the east to the left
of the docks. So both have to squint a bit to get a good
Captain Damon points to a 2nd ship on the docks. "That's
the one. Flying the Gom flag. Hmmm...looks like a small
merchant ship probably not a huge hold." He squints and
studies the ship. "That rigging is not common though.
Look at those iron braces? There must be some pulley
to drag something large and heavy from below to shore.
Its not setup now but there are the ships of that
reinforced rigging. That ship probably has a crew of
at most 8-10. Probably even only 6. But look at the
Dorhak nods. There are more than 10 on deck. All
milling around. They are carrying spears and swords.
Which is not common for most crews especially at dock.
There must be 18-20 men on deck not 10. Dorhak does notice
3-4 men without weapons wearing loosely fitting clothing
like Damon here.
"Whatever they wanted with you the answers are probably
on that ship. Dock master says they are due to leave first
light in the morning. But notice anything? There is no
cargo on deck. At least that I see."
Captain Damon turns to face Dorhak and smiles clapping
his hands. "Intriguing no? I know a few friends that
could probably get inside and see what's up. Course you
can go about your business and ignore them. But why
you? Why not some other person? No offense but what
makes you special? I would see if Farseeker is in town
but he is not in town. I wonder if Z'leyra is around.
Not talked to her in almost a year?"
Dorhak grins. Could this man know Z'leyra or is there
another person named such - which would be weird to have
2 people of such a odd name.
Dorhak turns to the east and faces the ship with a grin
on his face.
"Oh no you don't! You might take out 3-4 of them before
you are killed. It'd be a suicide mission alone." Damon
glares at Dorhak. Damon has seen that look before.
GM: Happy new Year! I know I had hoped to start adventure
a month ago. But with 2 IBTS coming in late it just
got delayed and IBTs took longer than expected. I
am still waiting for Fremea's IBT. Tobie had a pc
crash so lost his first draft. As soon as I get it
I will hold game to finish it. But I like round easy
dates to recall and 1/1 is a nice date! Rather than
recalling the adventure starting on say 1/17 or some
such odd day. Not OC in this regard but I like just
simple dates. :) So we will start Dorhak's adventure.
As it is his adventure it is assumed he is party leader
as Z was with the last adventure. Will this be the
last adventure - #8 - New Horizons? It will probably
take us till 2019. That'll be our 20th year doing
this pbem non stop. Most give up after 6 months.
Would I stop on top? or continue? We shall see. That
is a couple years from now. :)
As reminder doing updates will be hit/miss. I'm off
Tue/Wed and so Monday updates are likely 80% chance
based on if I work on it Saturday. Friday's updates
are more erratic based on factors. I rarely have time
to do much update work Thursday so if I don't at least
try to do it on Wednesday it might be delayed till
Saturday or Friday. So keep this in mind. For now
I will do next update Monday since I am waiting for
Fremea's IBT and will be busy some of Wednesday.
Welcome to the game and if you knock Dorhak over be
sure to say sorry!
For old/new players see website for PBEM characters
of campaign file. You can read up on the folks mentioned
here (Damon and other dwarf).
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