s HT Alias/Player Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex -- ----------------------------------------------------------------- R1 John Haight...........Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar Ma ?? Chris Wells...........Ben'dar...........Warrior.Normal/Human Ma ?? Tom Corckett..........Caladan...........Wizard Normal/Human Ma W2 Marcel Liberty........Chion.............Sailor..Normal/Human Ma -- Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....NormalFaerry Fe -- J H Hooten............Raban.Usherwood...Bard....Normal/Human..Ma W4 Wout Broere...........Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human Fe R4 Alex Koponen..........Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human Fe Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Boyzdar [Wolf] (Strie'bog), Game Web Site - http://www.funport.com/longshot/pbem Public posts/actions to pnpgm@abroere.xs4all.nl (mailing list) Private emails (not public actions) to longshot@darktech.org Game Update #38 in sequence (file #147) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin notes: None. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Raban: [Re: Actions] GM: Ack. Opps. Yes No horse. My bad. I must've been tired or rushed. As you saw it was a fairly big post last few updates unlike this one. :) Sorry. ------------------ From Chion: [Re: Actions] Chion's reply to this revelation is a stern look and "It is a good thing that you are wise enough to take back the wand prior to telling me this good news." without smiling. GM: Ack. ------------------ From Fremea: [Re: Actions] Fremea doesn't hesitate in casting a spell, causing it to stop doing anything right now (sleep touch), as it is already on her. (Thinking to herself, how could she be so stupid as to not watch out for anything flying around here. She has been on the ground far too long recently and not watching her back, like she is supposed to know. She will need to practice again over the next few weeks to make sure nothing like this happens again.) GM: Ack. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [New Stuff] [Marqi 29, 1633TH. 1st Day of Adventure #4. Location: High Elder's Domain, Dark Lands, North-East corner of continent, center of Dark Lands.] [Time : 5:57pm] [Event: Party's Arrival, Verbal Tour] [Zhou gives the good news to Chion.] Chion: "It is a good thing that you are wise enough to take back the wand prior to telling me this good news." [without smiling.] [Zhou gulps slightly as nervous tension breaks out. Zhou: "Like I say it wasn't my joke. I do hope you take it all in good cheer." ----------------------- [Time : 8:00pm] [Event: Correl's Wedding Dance/party] [Arawn continues to study the crowd to learn more of the strange human customs and behaviors. He is a bit confused that in different places he has varying status. In Marentia he is treated almost as a street thug with his face wrap on. In the Vassa forest he was almost treated as he should be, a demi-god. Here they don't care either way who he is or where he came from. He notices the rich seem to stick with the rich and the less rich stay with the less rich. For Arawn it seems he's outside both spheres. He finds it most interesting and irritating at the same time.] [Ben'dar continues to drink and stare at Novasa who seems now interested in Unali. How would the Sarghut wizard could be here. He knows the Zen'da are Barbarians to most nations but even to the Zen'da the sarghut are barbarians and that's saying something. Novasa must've done something in his past to earn his right here.] [Caldan eats and watches the crowd with Ben'dar. He spends much of the time not dancing but talking to catch up on past few months in Marentia with Ben'dar and others.] [Unali and Z'leyra are occasionally asked to dance by men of more mundane means than the upper crust of this group but the men enjoy their company for a few dances.] [Chion stares at Zing who glares back with utter contempt. Chion smirks and walks past Zing without a word. Zing gives a slight laugh that is barely heard over the music and conversation.] Zing: "Yes. Go to your master..." [his voice trails off.] "..like always..." [Chion walks toward Correl as Zing joins a small group of other young people. Chion can barely hear words like "coward" and "had to return for help". Chion smiles to Correl as he hears the slurs of his childhood ex-friend fade into the background. Correl looks over after dismissing a older women. He nods to Chion and walks over. The man with salt and pepper hair is in his mid-50s. Weathered lines from intense study and reading show on his eyes and face. His callused and firm hands show he is a working man unlike the bulk of these nobles who only lift wine glasses. Chion knows that Correl is loved by man and hated by few. In these Dark Lands a wizard of Balance seems to have the most trust and loyalty. Chion wears tan and brown leather tunic befitting a woodsman or lumberjack. Not quite the formal clothes as most. But he was out in the field just hours before, even the night before his wedding. Correl is one not to change clothes for a silly occasion like this when some will overdress and some will underdress. It all balances out he figures. He wears light green pants that has a nice belt and belt pouch full of something. He shows no sign of weapons but Chion always knew he rarely used weapons other than a staff or stick. Correl only stands 5 foot 10 and about 185 pounds but he looks big due this large shoulders. He rarely wears jewelry or magical items finding them too demanding and folks get addicted to them. Correl smiles at seeing Chion.] Correl: 'Chion! This is a surprise!" [He gives Chion a big bear hug and then breaks stepping back.] "I was not expecting you here. Someone must've sent for you." [He leans in closer to a low voice] "I thought you wouldn't want to come back so didn't invite you. I though that is what you wanted, son?" [He looks concerned. He then looks over at Zing in the distance talking to other boys. He raises his voice.] "Zing still bothering you I see. You reacted well. Good boy." [Chion shivers at the word boy. Chion was always called that by Correl. But now a man Chion feels the term a bit unworthy if not irritating. But Correl has always been more a father than most others in this land. Chion knows its just how Correl acts and talks.] "Come! Meet my bride." [Correl grabs Chion's arm and drags him into the crowd. As he goes he hears Zing mutter something about "..gained some weight as well." Then some laughter follow. After stopping and saying hello to a few Correl finally turns a bend and both men come up to a small female with her back to them. She turns from talking to another female and Chion is stunned by the clean face and features. Zhing Yew must be in her late 30s, by Katai standards quite the old maid. But her vivid green eyes, flowing black hair and face make up for the fact she only stands 4' 11 and can't weigh but 120 pounds at most. Its hard to tell from her flowing green and silver dress. Zhing bows to Chion.] Correl: "Chion this is Zhing Yew, Cousin to Count Culdo and distance cousin to Baron Beudo." [Chion recalls the names vaguely from the northern domains he seems to recall. A long historical family line from Katai that is known for its mining operations if he recalls. ] Zhing: 'Glad to meet you, Chion. I've heard so much about you from Correl. He tells me your his most skilled apprentice he has ever had. He called you his natural world wizard soaking up great amount of skills and powers." [Suddenly two women come by and grab Zhing away to go and show her to some other females. Correl turns to Chion for some sign of approval or comment.] Correl: "Soon before you left on your great trip I meet her when her husband was killed by a forest beast. She was so sad she wouldn't leave her house for weeks on end. Her sister asked for me to deliver some herbs and spices since I was collecting some so I did so. After that we got to know each other in time." [Correl watches Chion's eyes and face for any sign of response and quickly changes the subject.] "I hear we have visitors in the citadel from far south. Are these your friends? If so care to introduce me to them? I would like to meet your friends." [Meanwhile Raban continues to play his mandolin or pipe During breaks he rests at a table with the short non-Katai man he met as Kiet. For a short while Kee had to translate Marentian into Katai as Raban doesn't know Katai. But sometimes gestures can convey your meaning. The acrobat entertainer known as Kiet seems to occasionally stare at the tall giant Raban with awe. Raban towers of everyone in the entire audience as most never reach 6 foot and he has a good 2 foot height difference. For that reason Raban feels better to perform from the ground rather than a raised stage. Raban know she clearly stands out in such a crowd as this as he seems to have also a good 200 or more pounds weight advantage on all but a few of the guards on the perimeter. Raban occasionally breaks and dances with a cute girl or two who are obviously swooned by his handsome tall features. To others its like a giant dancing with a dwarf. But Raban doesn't seem to care. But now near 8pm Raban is playing his pipe in beat to a drummer who is following Raban's song. Though Raban thinks he is following the drummer. To his left about 10 feet away Kiet is leaning over the table grabbing a cookie while talking to a servant in front of him. While the lighting is low the magical orbs behind Raban seems to give enough light that one can pick up mushrooms in the ground in at a good distance. As Raban is finishing his song he notices something black in the grass slithering toward and behind Kiet. Raban figures it to be a snake. As Raban stares to get a better look he sees the snake to be a good 4 foot snake coal black with a red splotch on its neck. It quietly slithers toward Kiet under the table where Kiet can't hear or see it. It could reach Kiet within seconds if that is where the snake is going toward.] [Meanwhile Fremea is attacked on the east wall in the darkness. The guards looking out see nothing in the darkness as she is in the middle section. Most times they use magical light poles to scan the forest but they don't want to scare the party goers tonight by making it look like the citadel should be protected. Even on a regular night the light scan is just a security precaution started by the High Elder's chief of security forces. One never knows when a giant or beast might appear to endanger the citadel. Fremea tumbles right and left trying to shake off the odd creature on her back. She curses to herself that she wasn't looking or didn't sense the creature. She was concentrating on the wall and ground area solely. She plans to cast a spell but knows that to do so one must hover or land to remain motionless. In that split few seconds it could be dangerous.] [Fremea in that couple of seconds trying to rock back and forth she tries to hover in place to cast her spell. But in those few critical seconds it takes to stop the creature clenches its claws in deeper tearing flesh for 1 more points of damage. Its fangs sink into Fremea's upper back and she suddenly fells something entering her body. She immediately recognizes the pain and sensation as poison. The pain of her physical body breaks the spell casting concentration. Fremea tumbles toward the wall falling slightly down and lands onto the ground. Both Fremea and creature tumble a few feet in the grass.] [As Fremea tumbles the creature by reflex releases its grip and tumbles 3 feet away from Fremea. Fremea feels the poison soaking into every muscle and she feels greatly weak. She fears this favor for the Katai may lead to her death. What irony to live this long and survive slavery only to die here in the darkness in some strange land.] [Fremea tries to grab her dagger but her strength ebbs from the intense poison. She raises it as the creature she now sees is only 1 foot in length. Tiny creature for such a danger thing. The Creature stands on its hind legs and flaps its wings as poison drips from its fangs. It hisses at Fremea sees a bolt of red energy from the skies it seems hit the creature and it bursts into flames. She then hears the flap of wings as Fremea face sinks into the grass weak from her attack as her strength ebbs....] Actions? Comments? Next update...Friday.. GM: Wow. I wasn't expect this attack on Fremea to be so devastating. Fremea consider your actions carefully. GM: Schedule - Currently - 8:00pm Currently - Dance/Feast/Celebration/Reception - Tomorrow - Wedding 8am Tomorrow - Wedding Celebration - 10am Tomorrow - High Elder Audience - around noon GM: Assuming Fremea lives through this. I would like to know what each of you do for the rest of the night from 8-bedtime. I can then move onto the morning events (wedding and such) or at least prepare for them once the above is resolved. :) Due to the last Friday's update going out Saturday (late) this update is very short. If you've not read the last update do so as its lengthy. :)