HT Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes 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 R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma W3R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe --.Fukishtu.NEwsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma --.Lucria.Cegra..........Npc...............Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma Animals: Corona [Eagle] Z'leyra 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 #52 sequence (file #382) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin Notes: None. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Pyan: [Re: Actions] I don't believe they have ostriches in The Zen'da Lands which cover most of the interior of the continent. "We've made good travel companions, not too talkative or ... GM: Ack. Its plains so it could have some. There are Iritxu and Osnada that are close to the ostrich. :) Very pleased to see you do a big (for you) post! Hope to see more in the near future if there is a future from this. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] Something wasn't right here. Arawn wracked his brain, ... OOC: Arawn will scan the area with Mana Sense and Mana Read in an effort to determine if this entire scene is an illusion or product of magic. GM: Ack. ------------------------------------------------------------ [New Stuff] [Ticasi] [Decalis 24th, 1634TH] [Outside South-East Gate] [Time: 4:06 pm - Middle Earth time] Something wasn't right here. Arawn wracked his brain, stretched his senses in an effort to understand what was going on. Had the group truly been snatched up and tossed into the Upper Realms? And if they had, what did this event mean on a greater, cosmic, scale. He hoped a breaching of the Compact between the gods had not occurred, or was occurring. Or was this all a trick or some alternate reality or nightmare brought upon by botched magic. He recalled the avatar's presence and wondered if some lesson or punishment was being imposed on the group. All those thoughts and more flashed through his mind for a moment before he pushed them back with steely resolve. Right now he had more pressing matters to worry about. "Time," Arawn replied, his eyes briefly meeting Cizor's before moving to scan the room. "Time is fleeting but the measure of it guides men's actions. It brings the dawn after night. And it's kept in capsules for future generations to gaze upon but can never be controlled." Arawn knew the sanctity of the riddle-contest, binding even gods within its rules, and hoped such would influence the result of this mad meeting. If his answer was right. Cizor begins to speak to Pyan again when he hears Arawn. The Alfar seemed to have spoken more than the three words he was allowed. He'll have to punish those who failed him again later. He turns his face toward Arawn. "The first three words are guesses so Time, Time is. WRONG!" A green being that looks like a sick elf lifts a triangle that is like a human musical instrument. With a tiny hammer she tapes the triangle. Suddenly a loud earth shattering boom rings through the complex causing dust and pebbles to fall to the ground. The giant girl growls and yells at Cizor, "that was scary! Stop that! It'll make dolly wet his ...nevermind looks like too late." Cizor ignores the giant and shakes his head at Arawn. "Mommy said you had the great intellect. Parental bragging again I guess. Does that mean Daddy was wrong when he said your finger length is a good indication of other things? Probably not. No. The answer is hope. Hope is fleeting. Man pulls hope around them.." Just then a scream is heard from the Chief's cell area where a man slices his two main fingers off with a dusty knife of some sort. Another man raises a shiv to his neck and stabs the chief in the neck. The image fades from view. "Hope is contained in hope chests for girls or so they say. Good try. Take him away to the Courtyard of the Trolls. Maybe they'll just fracture his petrified corpse or use it for a latrine. Enjoy Arawn it has been fun." Several large beings that could be oversized dwarves come and haul Arawn's petrified body away. Cizor looks back to Pyan but is distracted by Unali or more likely Umanli's scene covered by the illusion square. Inside the room she, well now he, is on the ground being smothered by old ladies as they kiss and fondle his muscles. Cizor turns back to Pyan again when a light yelp is heard from Z'leyra. Cizor looks over and sees a dagger has pierced her throat and red blood is gushing out down her body as she spins. Cizor grins, "any healers in the house?! Anyone?...oh well." Cizor is about to continue when Pyan steps forward. Kiet now standing is juggling three snake eggs and hopes he does not drop one. He feels dropping one would be a very bad thing to do. "We've made good travel companions, not too talkative or too quiet. Once when we were attacked by giant spiders, Z'leyra shot me with an arrow of fire. She seemed honestly sorry for it. Other than that they have treated me well. Kiet even learned my language, to help me communicate with the others. Lets see, They let me use the mind altering necklace to learn there language, We traveled, we helped the admiral With some bandits, Arawn helped one of the bandits that was injured during questioning by the Admiral. Then there was the hippogriffs, We fought bravely. Then goblins attacked us. Then the spiders I already mentioned. Then some more bandits that we just left dead on the road. Then we arrived at Ticasi and help with the investigation of Tiren's death. I get the feeling Kiet might be a skilled tort-erm inquisitor. I haven't known them for very long but they seem like noble fighters and good companions, With a few flaws, but nobody is perfect. Cizor sits back on the throne he likely stole from some god. "I've heard he is perfect for years and years and years." Cizor points to the petrified statue of Arawn being carried out. "Now he'll be perfect for bird droppings in that courtyard!" Cizor becomes a bit more serious. "The gods see and hear too much. If it is not them it is their minions in the court who report everything like tattle tales. This is why we have short time here. Looks like 3 of your friends are dead now." The Chief, Bounty hunter and looks like Z'leyra now. "So you speak for them and yet do you think this is a joke?" "I'll tell you a joke! A man found a priest and asked for him to pray for his hearing. The priest laid hands on his ears and prayed. The man thanked him but said his hearing in court was next week." The court lightly laughs. When a man in red and white does not Cizor stares at him. "That was funny and you did not laugh? We'll flog you later." A advisor steps forward and whispers to Cizor. Cizor pushes the being away. "So what if he is dumb and mute he could at least grin!" Cizor turns back to Pyan. "This is no joke my hunter friend. The gods with advice from the Fates have felt this group has become....too powerful and too annoying. Many want everyone stopped. Some support them. Some find them annoying with all the mana the gods deliver to them for the mundane things. I too it upon myself to see judgement. I'm sure the fates will agree. Some gods may not but what is done today...said here today will be evidence." "A dagger is only a metal object. But when it is bent and mishapen it can be more cruel a weapon. Tools are useful but can be abusive. The future this group seeks is dangerous and the shape of things to come will be every lasting." As Arawn leaves the room he completes his scan of the court and finds that through his senses that this all real and not illusion. Cizor steps back and grins, "the fates wanted to strip you..dip you in blood and toss you in the Forest to be hunted. But the ball determined your fate. So want to hear another joke?" "A woman wanted to cook dinner and include mush rooms. She went to the river to collect some. Her husband warned it would be dangerous but she ignored him. Cooking the meal for the large party she added mushrooms to everything. She said she would test it on the dog first. She did so but the dog seemed fine. The party went well and all ate well. But then the daughter came in crying saying that the dog died. The people were suddenly sick and called healers to treat them. Folks threw up everywhere. Then the daughter said that the wagon didn't even stop when it ran over the dog." Cizor scans the room to ensure folks are laughing then turns back to Pyan. "The fates demand at least one more death. Should she be saved? You should choose another person to die as one must die." He points to Z'leyra who is now bleeding out. Suddenly Kiet drops a egg and the snake in the giant's arm hisses. [Time: 4:14 pm - Middle Earth time] Actions? Comments? Next Update....Monday... GM: Will Pyan save the group? Will the food the cook is making be tasty? Will there be egg salad added? Will this soap have a nice narrator that sounds serious and work for peanuts? Next update is Monday. Sorry Z'leyra! Bad dice rolls. We'll have to figure out a new character. Want to play a Dwarf? Assuming Pyan can't save you by his pretty words?