HT Aliaver/Player DS Character Name Type Status/N;;tes Sex -- ----------------------------------------------------------------- R1.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar .. Ma --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe R3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma W2R2.David Sanders.....HN..Kiet.Sunan........Acrobat Normal/Human ..Ma R4.Wout Broere.......YY..Unali.............Ninja...Normal/Human ..Fe W2.Julian.Draven.........Zabyra............Dancer..Normal/Human....Hu R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma W3R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe R3 Npc...............YY..Trihs.Der.........Warrior.Normal/Human....Ma R3 Npc...............YY..Reddof Nonnac.....Warrior.Normal/Human....Ma Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra, Squirt (Ferret) Kell Game Web Site - http:/nrgcomputers.com/pbem/ Public posts/actions to pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org (mailing list) Private emails (not public actions) to pnpgm@comcast.net Game Update #14a sequence (file #126) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin Notes: Part 1 of 2. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] Whirling her horse around to face the hippogriffs, Z'leyra casts a Max EL Clairvoyance on herself as she readies her magical sling & bullets which she will use as soon as the hippogriffs are in range. If meleed she will draw and use her sword offensively. GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] [Kell's - "What was that?"] "It's one of my mother's favored spells, perhaps even... -------------------- When it became clear the woman was the admiral it was... "I think my mother would approve of you, Admiral Aquita," ... "My name is Arawn and it's a pleasure to make the... OOC: Arawn will cast Healing Mist in the Sidh Tongue as an area effect to heal anyone wishing to be healed (EL will be the minimum needed to include everyone wishing healing in the area of effect) [Regardless of whether anyone wishes to be healed or not...] When Aquita turned her attentions towards the remaining... "As a druid it is my blessing to be able to sense... [Afterwards...] "We're headed towards Malnon ourselves. Unless a ... [After the Marentian soldier's arrival] Recalling his encounter with Jordi and the... "If you decide on the fort, please pass on ... GM: Ack. From Kiet: [Re: Actions] Kiet was watching around the area after the short fight... GM: Ack. From Fremea: [Re: Actions] Fremea will take to the air, using her bow at first. Will cast Luck on herself (max EL) first. GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] During the Journey Arawn will chat with the newcomers, sharing stories of the road while hoping to learn more of those he travels with so as to better understand them and form bonds of friendship. Time 9:57am Arawn's face clouded over with displeasure as the.... [OOC: Regrowth at max EL, reroll failure.] Time 5:33pm Safely ensconced within the confines of the roadside .... Novehas 19th, 1634TH Time 7:18pm Arawn stared over the flames of the campfire at the... [OOC: I don't have my CS handy at the moment but I think Arawn can include at least 4 extra (N)PC's when casting the spell. I believe Kell volunteered in the past but can't recall who else accepted (or if Kell is still interested when Arawn uses the spell] Novehas 20th, 1634TH Time 9:02am OOC: Scott, are the hippogriffs 500 or 5000 feet away? Recognizing that the pack horses were the most ... GM: ACk. New folks can RP stuff. But the cousins stay quiet for the first leg of travel. They are still wary of this group. See below before you decide on Regrowth. Keep in mind diplomatic relations can be affected. If you still wish to do so let me know. I'll have to redo back and figure out the mana for that day since I went ahead to current day. If so remind me on the spell and the EL as above. Thanks. BM. I should've made notes on that. I think It was Ben'dar and maybe Unali. I can research it later. Adv#5 Update 38, file 384, 395, 631, 645, 646 (will), 648 (Raban), 649, 653, 1264, 1265. These are just in my files.lst file with Mind as keywords. I'm sure other files exist. But this may indicate Will, Kell and Raban may have tried. I should keep a note on CS on who does since it helps if I recall. Adv6 seems no Mind keywords. You can include 5. If you review those files just replace the URL which is usually like 113.txt with the new file #.txt. :) Yeah distance was typo not caught till after I posted it 500-550 feet. I meant to add a note on that but forgot. Blame...blame the dwarves. From Zabyra: [Re: Actions] For the GM: Change to IBT: After receiving Kiet's generous loan of the magic sword, Zabyra will begin practicing with the sword at night, during the few hours of camp time before sleep and during her watch. She will attempt to engage any of the other party members that have the sword skill to benefit from their insight and training. Disregard all other IBT that I listed previously for this time. GM: Ack. So it would take 8 days to learn the skill. So would be Nov 16. I could give 4 hours, plus grazing time 1 more hour during day, plus 2 hours during watch. For a total of 7 hours. So 7/12 of the required amount. So that's about 56% of the points. So I'll cut that to 1 point per day for easy math. So 15 days instead of 8. Only because of lack of time. Hard to train in a sword while riding. So by end of Nov should learn it. If you need to change IBT beyond Nov 30 I'll just add points to the skill expertise unless stated otherwise. From Zabyra: [Re: Actions] Zabyra attempts to engage Z'leyra in conversation about.... "We have many birds of prey in the Empire, yet I have ... GM: Ack. Good Role Playing. I like how your getting into the groove of things. :) From Zabyra: [Re: Actions] Novehas 19th 7:18pm: In response to Kell's question: Zabyra smiles at Kell. "All the world is a rough... GM: Ack. From Zabyra: [Re: Actions] Novehas 20th, 9:03am: Beginning of combat with Hippogryphs: Zabyra will position herself next to either Arawn or Z'leyra (whoever happens to be closest). Her intention is to protect the spell-caster from direct attack so that they can be free to use their incredible powers without interruption. Unsure how the warhorse she rides will respond to this threat, she will remain in the saddle (for now) but be prepared to dismount should it become obvious that the warhorse will be a detriment rather than an asset. GM: Ack. From Zabyra: [Re: Actions] Zabyra bows formally to Kiet. "I could not possibly accept so precious an offer. I am but a GM: Ack. I like how your keeping to the cultural side of things. Most go native eventually like this group has but it is nice to see old ways. From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] "Demon? No. Corona is a fellow spirit, a friend, a.... GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] Arawn smiled, giving a nod. "It's been sometime since I last used the enchantment." OOC: http://powersandperils.org/L_NewSpells.htm#BattleMind GM: Ack. ------------------------------------------------------------ [New Stuff] [Western Marentia - Plains] [Novehas 16th, 1634TH] [Time: 8:15 pm] After the challenge Kiet is a bit concerned that his rope was cut. But the dancer does not know he makes his own rope and use them to his advantage. Maybe in the tent they can discuss using rope in a more tame situation for hands and legs. Kiet smiles but then the dancer looks at the sword. Kiet doesn't show it but he thought the demonstration was good. One thing his teacher showed up never praise the student too much they get cocky. Kiet says, "Well, interesting." Kiet still isn't smiling. Still, it was what he wanted to see. "So, is the sword still something you might like to use?" "I could not possibly accept so precious an offer. I am but a peasant from a distant land and am not worthy." Kiet looks to the cousins who seem to care less. Then to the hunter who did not seem to accept his challenge. He offers the sword once more. "You honor me. I will strive to be wield this blade with authority." "I was also born of humble beginnings. And yet I own this sword. Don't ever let your family history define you. Make your future actions define you." After Zabyra declines the first time, Kiet looks at her and frowns. Kiet knows he won't use the sword but wants to do what he can to help these new people. It's not just because of kindness. The better they improve the better it is for the group. "I will have little use for this sword, so will likely sell it in the future. If you don't really have a need for it, so be it. But if you would find it useful, then I lend it to you with the only condition being it be returned when I so ask." "So, what is it...that you can't use it or that you can't bring yourself to accept?" ---------- [Western Marentia - Plains] [Novehas 17th, 1634TH] [Time: 9:30 am] The combat ends and the group is still recovering over who the admiral actually is. When it became clear the woman was the admiral it was not shock that shown on Arawn's face but pleasant surprise and a sly smile. "I think my mother would approve of you, Admiral Aquita," he said, meeting her gaze with a mix of respect and wistfulness. "She is a warrior-queen and there are few who would dare challenge her. I grew up watching her and learned that one should never underestimate a woman's strengths, as surely attested by you and the others in our company." Arawn glanced down at her wounds, his eyes then darting towards the other injured. The Admiral folds her arms on her chest. She doesn't really know that the man in front of her is an Alfar. "IF only the men in this world would see more of that. Things would be quite different." Arawn continues, "My name is Arawn and it's a pleasure to make the acquaintance of you and your man, though I wish we had been able to offer aid sooner. But I will see what can be done now. If you or any others wish divine healing I will see to it." After we can see to gathering your fallen and say prayers to ease their spirits and speed their soul's journey into afterlife." Arawn glances at Z'leyra who shakes her head slightly. That there is no time to collect the others. Going all the way to the shore to collect the dead would take hours. It is almost night and the party needs to find a place to stay Arawn seems to understand the gesture. The Admiral nods and extends a hand to shake his hand. "I am grateful for the help your band did. We actually thought you were the bandits reinforcements. I'm glad you were on our side." She shakes her head. "We'll be fine. No need to heal after the first aid. I've had worse during a storm and this sailor certainly has." The cuts and bruises will heal naturally. [Time: 9:45 am] Kiet was watching around the area after the short fight was complete. It was confusing as to who might be the 'bad guys' and who wasn't. Fortunately that worked out. Now he was looking out to make sure the bad guys weren't the ones with reinforcements. With this my prisoners, Kiet was rather hoping he might ply one of his trades. The information might have been valuable, and certainly eliminating the scum would be best in the long run. He turned to Z'leyra and cocked an eyebrow, indicating he had a question about this. But, sadly, she decided against spending any more time here than necessary. Perhaps wisely. These Marentian soldiers should be able to handle the prisoners, and provide the Admiral with transport. Besides, Kiet didn't have any real tools handy for extracting useful information. That ring sure looked nice, however...but Kiet looks to Z'leyra who feels the loot would be stained with blood. Then the lone male survivor questioned the bandit. He did a decent job but he started out one full hand. That is amature stuff. One needs to start on toe or finger nails to build up the fun. But Kiet remains silent as he watches the hasty interrogation. During the combat Kell had asked about the new spell used. Arawn finally turns to Kell to explain that new spell. "It's one of my mother's favored spells, perhaps even of her own creation. Her mastery of it is tremendous and my own craft less than a shadow besides hers. The sphere represents the concentration of power and the perfect form without begin or end. Such an invocation calls into being forces that both seek to fill and expand, whether energetically or solidified as matter." Kell frowns a bit confused by his words. He is no scholar but he tries to sum it up. "So it was a big ball." [Time: 9:49 am] The Bhamotin is tasked to question the bandit. When Aquita turned her attentions towards the remaining bandits Arawn made another offer. "As a druid it is my blessing to be able to sense truth and enthrall minds. If you wish to interrogate one I am willing to assist." The Admiral considers this for a few moments knowing the Marentians are due soon. "I would consider this. But in my land the courts use truthsayers that are official. If I were to learn the truth or false hood it could bias my report in the end. So I must decline. Thank you though." She nods to the sailor to begin the questions. Arawn nods, "We're headed towards Malnon ourselves. Unless a visit to the fort takes precedent perhaps you can join us for the journey as there's safety in numbers." The Admiral shakes her head again, "the city is two days by road. The fort less. Plus I can see a force coming this way. So I assume it is a patrol or my man's reinforcements. Plus we need to collect out dead to the south." [Time: 9:57 am] The lone male Bhamotin male begins his hasty mode of questions and answer session. Arawn's face clouded over with displeasure as the interrogation turned bloody. A cleaner, more reliable methods existed but the admiral failed to capitalize on them. Once the questioning was over he once again tended to the bandit, casting Regrowth in hopes of reattaching or restoring the lost appendage or, at the least, easing his suffering. An execution likely awaited the men but he would not stand by to allow them to suffer before proper judgement befell them. The Admiral sees the Druid start to speak and clears her throat. "Stop." She glares at Arawn. "I understand you feel sorry for this....man. But he killed a lot of good men. Good men who had family. Good men who had limbs sliced off worse than this one. You waste your time. The man will either be killed..likely hung...here or in my land. You give him relief for maybe a day or two. By helping this man you dishonor the death here." She waves a hand toward the dead. "Do as you wish but it is a waste of his time and yours. Wrap the arm fine. Relieve his pain fine. By tonight he might just be dead regardless." She glances east toward the dust cloud of Marentian riders. "Or even sooner." [Time: 10:22 am] Recalling his encounter with Jordi and the ambassadors Arawn couldn't help but wonder if the nearby fort might be one commanded by Farseeker or if during his diplomatic missions on the Bhamotin border he had developed contact with the admiral. "If you decide on the fort, please pass on my regards to Commander Farseeker should you encounter him," he said, addressing both Sorel and the admiral. "And when you return to your lands, to Xoma Yuen as well if you are familiar with him," he added, recalling the representative from Bhamotin. The Admiral looks to the Marentian guards collecting the prisoners. Then turns to Arawn. "I have heard of the Commander. But I believe you are at the wrong fort. This Fort nearby is across the bay. I believe the Commander's is on the extreme south east of Marentia hundreds of miles away no our border. I've never met him but heard of him. As to Mr. Yuen I hear he is off on some trip. I've heard him but again never met him. I'm a recent promotion so the circles of power elude me so far." Before leaving Arawn gives a prayer and death rites for the dead Bhamotins and bandits. He hopes and prays the Marentians will be able to gather the dead fast that is scattered to the south to the coastline. [Time: 11:42 am] The bandit combat is clearly miles away. As the horses are grazing and resting Zabyra eyes the white snow colored eagle. Most eagles are different color but white is not super rare. Zabyra attempts to engage Z'leyra in conversation about her pet eagle. "We have many birds of prey in the Empire, yet I have never seen one that light fires with the eyes. What manner of demon is it that serves you in the guise of an eagle? But, perhaps demon is not the right word? I understand little of sorcery, and, to be frank, what I have seen of you and your companions is terrifying." Z'leyra glances high to the eagle. It has only been 1.5 years since she lost Fisherking to the gargoyles back on Clima. Then shortly later that summer the mysterious Lady Varo was met. Rather the group was ushered into her place. There she got the mysterious bird who is not even native to this world and then later Ben'dar got his horse as a gift from the mysterious Varo. Z'leyra still wonders if Corona could be a spy for Varo or just a observer eager to one day return home. "Demon? No. Corona is a fellow spirit, a friend, a companion and blessed with certain powers. You say that my powers terrify you? Any person can have powers. Any who choose to do ill can terrify. Corona and I, and our companions try to avoid doing ill. Indeed we seek to reduce the amount of ill done in this world, often by reducing those who do ill to fertilizer for the plants that feed upon their corpses. None of us are demons. We are among those who are learned in blade or in book. Some in both. My specialty is in healing." [Time: 5:33 pm] The party stays at the small roadside inn. Safely ensconced within the confines of the roadside inn Arawn spent time tending to the needs of the horses, speaking softly with each to assess their desires and needs before settling inside for a meal. He inquired as to the possibility of buying another two days worth of food and grain for both himself and his steed before savoring the precious penip. The blue fruit was an exotic item for the Middle World and he asked the staff what they knew of such an item. Afterwards he made sure to save the seeds should he ever wish to cultivate the plant down the road. The horses have no major needs aside form basic grooming. Some of the riding horses are worried for the others, the war horses, entering combat. This shows the divide in the training of the mounts. But trying to explain this to horses could take some time. Inside the tavern speaks of the blue fruit.. "A village to the north grows them. They only grow once a year and only if enough rain. One tree can grow hundreds of these apple sized things. They get no bigger. They say there is a myth about some ancient creature that died in this tiny valley grove. When he died...they say he was blue... a tree formed with the fruit. Typical small town lore. I've seen Fomorians merchants in Malnon sell purple fruit. So who knows. I believe this is the last few days they grow. If stored well they can last a month or two. They are highly prized in Malnon and sold all around the Sea of Tears. But by the time ships leave the Sea they go bad so it is a regional thing. I'm told it is good with Caldan Garlic Salt. But I've not tested it myself." [Western Marentia - Hills] [Novehas 19th, 1634TH] [Time: 7:18 pm] Arawn stared over the flames of the campfire at the cousins as they discussed their unusual and intimate connection. "Such bonds are rare and powerful," he said, somewhat enigmatically. "It grants great strength to the two of you it seems. Has it always been this way? Are you so close with your siblings and other family members?" He listens in silent patience should they choose to answer, eventually adding, Red Shirt glances to his cousin and seems to dart words in their eye movements. Then he finally nods. "Since we were no taller than a mangy dog. Like I say we could play games like hide and seek as a team and find others so fast the other kids did not like us seeking them. As far as we know no magical means to this. We just connected on a instinctual basis. We have noticed that drinking can hinder our ability. So we try to keep that low. But it has worked in our favor in some bar brawls. We both come from large families. We are just two more in the crowd. But we get along though they tend to think we creep them out." Arawn nods, "It reminds me of the battle-bond invoked by some of my kind, of the blessings I've asked for in the past." He paused for a moment in thought, recalling past events before deciding to continue, now addressing the others in the party. "I know some of you have volunteered yourselves for the Battle- Mind enchantment in the past. But I would bring it up again. With a specific gesture or call I'll alert you that I will form the bond before or during battle. I simply wish to know who would be open to accepting this." Kell shrugs, "depends on situation. If I understand it well enough it might distract my own use of magic." Turning to those who might not be familiar with the spell he explains, "Such enchantments form a spiritual and mental bond between the enchanted, allowing them to coordinate their actions towards greater success in combat and, in some cases, out." Red Shirt shrugs, "magic for that? We'll just keep our trick going. We are limited by some distance but we fight side by side so we do well." Arawn nods and he knows that the cousins may not even be aware that the gods have given them this talent. He wonders if it might do more harm if they knew. Soon after Kell tries to learn about the Empire from the Dancer. Zabyra smiles at Kell. "All the world is a rough place, yes? The Rogizini Empire is much like the desert: a place of great beauty, that can be deadly to the unprepared." Seemingly satisfied that her answer is sufficient, she returns to her sword practice. Kell raises a hand, "just one more question. Your blanket... I mean that wrap on your head. Is that...a normal thing from where you are? No offense meant." Arawn smiled, giving a nod. "It's been sometime since I last used the enchantment." "The spell links the affected in such a way that they possess a subconscious understanding of each others actions, their plans and tactics. There is an almost instinctive ability to coordinate actions - the timing of blows, use of terrain or causing a distraction at the right moment, for example - so as to increase the effectiveness of each member of the Battle- Mind. The shared perceptions also make it harder to ambush anyone in the group and may grant insights that provide powerful tactical knowledge when facing particularly challenging situations." "When we need it, I can cast it if you wish to test it." Unali agrees to help Zabyra with her sword practice tonight. Actions? Comments? Next Update....Monday... GM: Because of size of this update I split them into two parts again. I would've had the update out Monday as planned but last minute posts came in and then replies to those posts. So that delayed me a bit. Good stuff but delays add time. I do appreciate the posts including the time stamps so I can place them in their correct context. It helps a great deal. So see next update for the combat. GM: Congrats to Arawn for +1 MEL! It happened from the fort to now.