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 W2 Marcel Liberty........Chion.............Sailor..Normal/Human Ma Tobie Bonahoom........Fremea............Sidh....NormalFaerry Fe 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 #18 in sequence (file #32) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin notes: None. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Fremea: [Re: Actions] Fremea, having reached the second floor, sees where the assassin is running to and casts a spell, then flies straight at him to make sure that he does not get away. She uses her "skills" to stop him from running away, as information is always important to get. Especially from those who ambush others. GM: Ack. ------------------------------- From Ben'dar: [Re: Actions] Things begin to click in Ben'Dar's mind. The beggars, the yelling man, the messenger. All seemed to occur at the moment of the attack. One or all may be allies of the attacker. Ben'Dar looks toward the front door where Cholan is standing. "Don't let those beggars get away!" he barks as he runs out the front door. He will make sure the horses are ok (assuming they are in the front?) If the horses are out the back then he'll take the door where Chion went instead. His goal is to make sure that the horses, particularly Tef'wo, are ok. Depending on where the horses are: If he goes out the front and sees the horses are ok, he'll attempt to stop the beggars from leaving, and will demand to know if they were paid to enter the tavern when they did. If he goes out the back and sees the horses are ok, he'll probably see the aftermath of the fight between Chion and the attacker, and he'll either avenge Chion or help him search the man's body. GM: Ack. Avenge chion such confidence :) ------------------------------- From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] Z'leyra continues with planned actions. She will deal with the poison and let the wound be healed by Arawn. If he doesn't then she will do so after dealing with the poison. GM: Ack. ------------------------------- From Arawn: [Re: Actions] Realizing that Unali's neck wound is bleeding far more profusely than he first realized he decided to forgo neutralizing the poison and instead stop the blood loss. Nodding to Z'leyra he spoke quickly as he lay his hands upon the open wound on his companions neck. "I'll work on the wound and you do the potion. If it doesn't work I'll work to neutralize it." GM: Ack. Dialogue above takes 1 phase. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [New Stuff] [Marqi 29, 1633TH. 1st Day of Adventure #4. Location: Sivas, Marentia, Green Eye Tavern. [Time: 8:18am] [Turn 1: Phase 3] [Mana Allocation - ] [Chion allocate magical energy for spells.] GM: Arawn has to speak the dialogue above first before spell. [Missile Fire - ] [The Assassin smiles and with a flurry of speed and skill draws another dagger from somewhere on his belt. With both hands he throws both daggers down the 8 foot stairs down to Chion. Both hit one in the right shoulder and one in the center of the chest just above his magical amulet. Chion tries to parry one with his staff but is too slow. Chion takes 1 point each drawing blood past his chainmail. Chion feels from the chest one pain as something begins to surge into his chest, Chion fears likely poison. The effect is immediate and he feels energy ebb.] [Magic Effect - ] [Chion knows using his staff would take a couple take too long and by then he could be in melee with the Assassin. He casts a quick astral web spell of his own against the target with a flurry of his own hand and quick words.] [Melee & Movement- ] fFremea flies down the balcony to the east and turns up to the north down the second floor hallway. She continues on and turns left to the west and flies toward the open door where the Assassin is standing. She ends up only 10 feet from him.] [Raban turns to the bar and feels sad to hurt the guy but knows a lady is hurt. He rushes toward the left side of the tavern toward the player's table. He rushes past Ben'dar and comes to the north-west corner of the table. He looks to the right and notices the dart about a pinky finger in size and some blood splatter near it. He looks around to see who could have done this. To the right corner are a family but they seem to be cowering. There are others to the north of his location but all are just staring in confusion. He looks up to the balcony but sees no one. He then tilts his head to see under the table. From his angle he doesn't see Z'leyra but only sees Unali lying eyes closed under the table with Arawn over her on his knees. Raban studies the person intently and notices grey robes with some markings that could be that of a druid or bard. Even though Arawn is not looking Raban bows and says.] Raban: "Master is there anything I can do to help? I am skilled in Kalu magics and have some medicinal supplies." [Ben'dar watches the large man run past and bow and stares in slight wonder how a large man can bow so gracefully. Ben'dar then considers the previous events and all falls into place. He stares out to the south windows and sees the horses but not all of them. He turns to Cholan.] Ben'dar: "Don't let those beggars get away!" [Cholan raises his hands in confusion and turns to the front door. Ben'dar rushes toward the door himself and exits the tavern. He storms outside and sees the beggars to the west. Ben'dar growls getting the attention of the beggars.] [The Assassin suddenly pulls 2 more daggers from the back of his belt. Chion sighs realizing that the spell must have failed. The assassin also has a short sword sheathed to his hip. The Assassin looks at his right down the hall and sees Fremea but doesn't look a bit concerned at the tiny creature. He looks to his right and sees the 8 foot drop and considers that route. Then down toward Chion holding his staff and a sai. The Assassin feels lucky and charges down the stairs straight for Chion. As he gets to 3 steps just above Chion he suddenly leaps up and to the left of Chion landing with a thud on the sand almost losing his balance for a split second. But he regains his balance and comes up behind Chion and stabs upward toward Chion'a back. But his balance must've been off more than he judged both daggers fail to make contact with his back.] [Z'leyra continues to stir the final bits of potion in the goblet.] [Arawn nods to Z'leyra.] Arawn: "I'll work on the wound and you do the potion. If it doesn't work I'll work to neutralize it." GM: Quick for 3 seconds but I'll allow it no spell room. [Arawn hears the man to his left but his concentration is on the neck wound and Unali. he glances only for a half second at the tall man that seems to tower over them on the floor.] [Chion twirls around and with sai in hand grabs the other end of the staff. Now both hands on his staff he swings at the assassin using it as a club. The staff hits low and hits the assassin in the lower left chest under the ribs doing only 2 points of minor damage. Chion realizes this man must be a skilled assassin to make such a leap and use 2 daggers at once.] [Cholan exits the tavern's front door and watches Ben'dar in some confusion as to why to stop the beggars.] --------------- [Turn 1: Phase 4] [Mana Allocation - ] [Chion and Arawn allocate magical energy for spells.] [Missile Fire - None] [Magic Effect - ] [Chion quickly casts his spell again to capture the man to question him. With the words spoken quickly Chion recasts the spell and the man begins to slow and seems to stop all together.] [Arawn casts Healing Hand onto Unali speaking the words and using his left hand over Unali's face. The neck wound quickly stops bleeding and seem sot seal itself up. Arawn feeling the chance moves his hand and notices the red neck seems to be healed completely.] [Melee & Movement - ] [Fremea notices the door closes as the Assassin moves away. Upset she can't see him anymore she flies down the hall and opens the door crashing onto the stairs. She spots Chion and the Assassin figthing at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting up she flies up and over the stairs and lands behind the Assassin. With dagger in hand she bashes the man on the head but the blow is light and only causes a bruise.] [Raban folds himself to get close to the trio under the table. He sees blood on the floor and blood on Arawn's right hand.] Raban: "What happened? I know healing magic, what can I do for her?" [Ben'dar runs to Tef'wo and grabs his magical pike. With a twirl he demands the beggars stand here for questioning. The beggars seem to cower back a few feet but do not run away. They are in their middle ages for adult males and all seem no shape to fight.] [The Assassin grunts at the bump on his head but tries to move and finds he can't. His eyes grow intense with fire and hatred.] [Z'leyra under the table nods to Arawn to help lift Unali's head. With care and ease she lifts the bezoar out and the brownish potion seems to ready. She opens Unali's mouth with one hand and gently serves the brown potion to Unali. At one point some comes up with blood likely from the neck wound but after its wiped away the rest of the potion goes down well.] [Chion stares at the man and steps down the one step he was on. He smirks with a confidence of a man about to cause pain and swings the staff up and down as hard as he can onto the Assassin's head. The man slumps his head knocked out by the blow. Chion pushes him down to the ground.] -------------- [Suddenly from outside down the street in the east many horses are heard. Ben'dar turns around and notices about a dozen riders coming fast. Confused he knows the beggars are no threats and turns to defend himself. As they come within 20 feet the leader a man in tan leathers waves 4 horses to the left and waves 4 more to go forward. Four horses go past the barn toward the rear. The other four avoid Ben'dar and closes the gap to the west of the street. All riders are dressed in the blue and orange uniforms of the City Guards.] [The man in tan leathers rides up within 5 feet of Ben'dar and quickly dismounts. The other guards have swords and bows some in chain and others in leather. The man looks to the tavern and then Ben'dar.] Man: "Are we too late?" [Confused Ben'dar looks to the man and then to Cholan who only shrugs his shoulders.] [The Man sees Ben'dar's confusion and with 3 more dismounted guards rushes into the tavern. He looks over the tavern quickly and sees Unali and the trio under the table. He sighs and curses.] Man: "We're too late." [He turns to one guard] "Fan out and canvas the area. Let no one out or in. We will need to question all. Go go go!" [The guard heads back outside and issues orders.] [Z'leyra finishes the potion and puts the goblet down. She notices the new man in the tavern but tries to check Unali out for scent of poison on her breath. At this point it could take a few minutes to see if the potion works or not.] [In the back Chion kneels down to check the man out. He checks for false teeth and suicide acid pills or anything of the sort in his mouth. He begins to search the man for magical items that could do things as well when 4 riders come fast behind the tavern.] [One guard raises his hand as one raises a bow. The other two place hands on swords.] Guard: "Stand down! Back away from him until we know who is who! In the name of King Maros I demand it!" [Chion curses to himself close to escaping and questioning the man he could still escape but relationship with the guards could get worse. Chion stands and raises his hands. Fremea without being noticed (kids it seems to the guards) slips her dagger in her clothes unseen.] Actions? Comments? Next Update...Monday... GM: Fremea sorry couldn't do your planned spell. Just ended up slower movement. :<