f Post from Kiet on actions.. From: David Sanders Subject: Re: [pnpgm] Game Update #89 - File #609 - Mae's Collar and Rum! Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2016 06:15:36 -0800 To: Tobie Bonahoom X-CMAE-Envelope: MS4wfLGpRW4/CTpEJPpplcH6gtkoW2cODy7JmdgJDRL27B2yfc7SrKFJlw1YtCe2KMrlE9sOjfFi22GbF1pD/WN2GJTQXmgh7SA+XE45MpON+HarQCvwohe7 Idl2U+mtFfQD8YiLIy1s4zGOF2YP8YeuDpoCT4Tibe7Svl4+1jLXTYsO3AFQLAmEcaBdw57IFtAoROVcARILrjcdNZAa5s0lwKuyXNn1+O7aUlNULsHgn8LM EL2ECRkShciuJW+LJg+2EPhr4JM0sPd+99H1Fhp0Gyk= "Fremea! Before you cast that, I highly recommend you cast Protection first, in case it's designed with defensive wards. Just in case." Sent from my iPad On Nov 8, 2016, at 1:37 AM, Tobie Bonahoom wrote: Yes, Fremea will dispell the collar. Sent from Outlook From: pnpgm on behalf of pnpgm Sent: Monday, November 7, 2016 4:18:26 PM To: pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org Subject: [pnpgm] Game Update #89 - File #609 - Mae's Collar and Rum! HT Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex -- ----------------------------------------------------------------- FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Alfar .. Ma --.Tobie Bonahoom....YY..Fremea............Sidh....Normal/Faerry.. Fe W3.Mark Murtha.......HN..Kell..............Trader..Normal/Human....Ma W2.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 R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe ...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....Ma R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma ...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe R3.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 #89 sequence (file #609) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin Notes: Don Kerr added to Roster above. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] Z'leyra will use the necklace the next time to learn dwarven. She tells the party about the Kameran: "Numbering perhaps 60,000, the Kameran are comprised of... GM: Ack. From Maelorna Maelorna gratefully feels the tree through her back,... "Sister?" she asks incredulously, in Marentian, as she ... GM: Ack. Good start of role playing. Introspections are fine but be careful what you reveal or not reveal. :) From Kiet: [Re: Actions] Kiet says "Ok...so, is it illegal, or against their... GM: Ack. From Z'leyra: [Re: Kameran society] "Ah right" Z'leyra replies to Kiet "Sorry about that. ... Re slave girl: Z'leyra approaches and says "Hello, I am Z'leyra. We do... GM: Ack. From Dorhak: [Re: Magic Mace] "Auch! You cheeky little..no dwarf would even.." He ... GM: Ack. From Unali: [Re: Actions] Unali in Marentian to the new girl: "Morning. I am Unali. "... GM: Ack. From Mae: [Re: Actions] Maelorna takes a calming breath and wills her fingers... "I... I am Maelorna." she offers hesitantly. "and I... GM: Ack. I may just call you Mae if don't mind. First I'm lazy and second a bad speller. :) From Kell: [Re: Actions] The tall near-sidh sits back and lets everyone else handle the main chores. Finding a new person, one that was a slave. Or is and is now running away. Either way, she needs to be free. Looking around and inspecting the area to make sure we are all safe, doing a quick circuit as fast as his horse can run. GM: Ack. From Kell: [Re: Actions] Ha'Kell rides over to Maelorna, after scouting around... He looks are her intently, even reaching down to inspect the collar. His face gets even redder... "We mean you no harm, ... Even after that he will cast Detection [Max EL] on it, for any kind of magic or traps to the one enslaved by the collar. Assuming there are no traps on the collar or magic issues, he inspects it further to remove it. If there is no obvious way, he considers the options for a moment. If there is no way for the group to remove it, no way to cut it or unlock it then Kell will begin his summoning. A gnome should be able to use a pair of cutters and remove it in one swift cut. GM: Ack. Detection is for one thing so will assume it is for Magic. Traps is a bit generic. Mechanical or magic traps? May need to clarify. :) From Mae: [Re: Actions] Maelorna still remembered the patron who had given her... ???Th.. that is comforting?? she offers as he talks..... GM: Ack. From Fremea: [Re: Actions] Fremea stares at the collar (she is mana sensing, the ... Speaking in Marentian, "I believe we can remove that and ... GM: Ack. From Dorhak: [Re: Actions] Dorhak says, almost to himself "I don't even know.. GM: Ack. From Mae: [Re: Actions] Maelorna looks at the fae and smiles hopefully, "I... GM Ack. From Fremea: [Re: Actions] Fremea looks at the short bearded man? and quietly says, "Those things belong to her. You will give them over as ... GM: Ack. ------------------------------------------------------------ [New Stuff] [Janaq 27th, 1635TH] [Zen'da Western Plains] [Time: 8:20 pm] Kell asks Dorhak about a possible magical mace. "Auch! You cheeky little..no dwarf would even.." He waits a bit. "Auch! You're yankin' mah beard, man! No self respecting dwarf would allow cutting his, or her, beard without blood being spilled." "A free magic mace...? Are ye daft man? Nothing is for free. What do you want?" Lucria looks up puzzled, "excuse me. Can someone translate this so he understands. He asked females have beards? Is this...normal?' "Back in Ba'Ru, there was a set of house full of dwarves and all they did was grow and sell beard hair...," smiling and laughing Dorhak. "Free. No money. Someday I may ask for a favor or two or three. That is enough for me." "Besides someday I may request your beard shavings. There is nothing so warm as a crocheted sweater from dwarf beard hair. No. Don't ask me about it." grinning madly at the thought. Dorhak looks at the 'funny' human. It doesn't make any sense. Giving that kind of gift? "Such, I dunno what ah can do for yah, mon. I'm not sure I can turn you down, but I'm not sure I want to be in debt either." Dorhak replies. "Well then. How about this. When we get the chance, you introduce me to some of your other kin that may be able to supply that excellent dwarven dark ale. And the even more special dwarved golded ale. How is that for a bargain?" -------- [Febris 1st, 1635TH] [Zen'da Western Plains] [Time: 7:15 pm] The River Barge bobs up and down on the river among the forest anchored in place. Captain Drax has done this route every couple years. He knows every other year there is a small chance the river will meet streams connecting to the Zen'da river to the east and south. It is a gamble. But with the furs, pelts and metals for trade he hopes to get some trading with the Zen'da and maybe travel south to more civilized areas. His last crewman had died from disease months ago. With luck he found another man to help on the barge Then it was nice to gain 3 passengers who could pay. The first two a couple of barbarian hunters he could not understand. But he could understand the gems they offered. The fools handed over the entire bag of their gems. Then while on shore trading with a tribe hundreds of miles to the west he saw her. The red haired emerald eyed girl. He just had to have her. She had walked out of the woods as if some ghost. Captain Drax only understood a few words of Marentia but enough to grin as she wanted help going east. She would not speak much or do much. She could not offer much in return but Drax had plans for that. That was a couple weeks ago. It was indeed time to leave that tribe as trouble would soon follow. While hiking in the hills looking for possible mining sites he scouts for, he encountered a lone tribal woman in her 30s. She was collecting berries. Drax decided he needed her as well as he hadn't had a woman in months. But a simple ambush and a nice knife was enough to drag her into the bushes. But Drax was disappointed by the woman who had obviously had kids and was used up. So on the walk back she 'slipped' on some rocks and fell down a ravine. He would go find her and check on her and she was alive. But if she told he might not be able to trade here again. So a simple correction to that fall - a neck broken - and it was all cleaned up. Then this girl showed up out of the blue. Surely she wasn't used up. He offers passage for free and knows he will collect soon enough. Drax tried to get along with the other sailor a man who likes to wonder the world. But Drax is too distracted by the girl. She would always flirt but looking or bend down looking in the water and displaying her rear to the others. Drax even pinched that nice rear and she didn't react. A good sign for him. Now weeks later the barge which is only 60 feet long and 40 feet wide hovers in the water for the night. Normally at night the barge anchors and the crew will go ashore and collect food or water if possible. The cold journey is harsh this winter when no fire is allowed on the barge so the cold wind is ice into the veins of the passengers. Captain Drax had hears strange noises in the north Kameran forest and decided no shore party this time. The barge itself is a simple one deck boat with a simple small sail and rudder in the back but not seaworthy. In the rear part are crates and barrels of water and salted meats from hunts. The crates are full of various trade items. The crates lined up in a reverse U where the open is back of the ship is where Drax's personal tent is. He allows the girl inside for the last few days The others use simple sleeping mats and blankets for a sleep area on the open deck. Tonight there is a single oil lantern on one crate lighting up 40% of the barge but it is still dark. But below the surface the clan of Asrai lurk and swim about. They dislike boats on this section of the river. They decide to set an example. One of them cuts the two ropes that lead to the stone anchor. The barge begins to float upstream to the east. The Asrai wait up river where they made unnatural rapids with rocks and stones. A place to sink such boats. Captain Drax is still awake drinking the last of his ale. The other 3 men are asleep he assumes as they are quiet. But Drax decides tonight is the night. He quietly moves to his tent. Drax feels the boat move but being drunk figures it is his imagination. He draws his knife and enters the tent where the girl is probably resting. He creeps up on her and reaches to place a hand over her mouth when suddenly something rocks the boat. Then another blam and another. Mae sits up and stares at the old man in his 40s and draws her dagger. But the boat lurches to the side. Captain Drax curses and exits the tent and stares as trees move by in the darkness. He rushes to the anchor and stumbles in his drunken state but finds no anchor. He yells for the other sailor to wake up. But suddenly lightning brightens the skies as a storm breaks. Wind and rain come suddenly and the captain rushes to the front to see where they are going using the lantern. As the other sailor tries to control the rudder and grab for the poles to steer the ship lightning hits a tree nearby causing Drax to drop the lantern. Darkness descends on the boat as the storm rages on. As the rocks hit the boat they begin to batter and hammer the wood hull. Drax orders the boat to shore even to beach it but the winds do not help with steering. Then one large boulder hits the underside and a crack is heard even above the boom of the thunder. Water begins to seep onto the deck from blow cracks from the thin hull. The two barbarian hunters try to figure out what is going on but they can't swim. In the darkness a Asrai slices one of the men's leg and he falls to the water and is dragged under. The other is attacked by 2 Asrai who pull him over the side and into the water. Captain Drax realizes the boat is sinking but unaware of the lost 2 passengers due to noise of the storm He tells his sailor to go ashore He goes to the girl and drags her to the side but she goes back to get her gear and crossbow. Mae has no experience swimming so decides to hang onto the back of the captain as they move toward the shore some 20 feet away. As they near the shore Mae can feel something touch her legs but unsure if its weeds or fish? As Mae climbs onto the beach she hears Drax yelp as if something hits him. But Mae crawls through the weeds and bush away from the crazy water. She reaches a clump of bushes and huddles under the tree against the cold damp rain. Some of her gear may be strewn about but at this point she needs to be warm and away from the water. The storm rages for a half hour or so as it seems. Finally it begins to stop and Mae listens out. Where are the others? It is dark as a witch's heart. Then she hears movement and grunts sounding like Drax. But she can't tell from what direction. The drunk captain must be crawling or stumbling about. She cares nothing for that sick man so does not go to find him. Later she hears groans but think its is the Captain wounded. Then she hears large movement in the woods. Then a growl. Then a male's scream. A noise like a animal seems to growl and then Mae hears a loud snap like a rib breaking and then more screams. Soon the screams end and Mae sits huddled in the bushes. Adrenaline and exhaustion soon overwhelms Mae and she falls asleep. -------- [Febris 2nd, 1635TH] [Zen'da Western Plains] [Time: 7:15 am] Fuk urges Z'leyra to discuss the Kameran society after 3 weeks of travel without a word about it. Z'leyra tells the party about the Kameran. "Numbering perhaps 60,000, the Kameran are comprised of the Alesi and Kameri tribes. While one out of five may be warriors, only 400 comprise the elite of the warrior Ancient Moss Society. All respect them. Near the head of the river is The Ancient Moss Fortress, do not expect to be invited into it and DO NOT try to sneak into it. Note that there are parts of the fortress that only the Kameran women may go to and only some of them. The Kameran has much wildlife and hunting is part of our life. We also do mining and we have many fine weaponsmiths. the men worship Ashur and Vagagn. The women keep their worship secret. Minor crimes are dealt with as best can be by the victim, the victim's family and friends, sometimes feuds result. Major crimes are dealt with by the women's societies, often the punishment will be a curse, or for females, ostracism. Generally those of the Kameran like fine craftsmanship, celebrations and challenges, both mental and physical. Visitors are welcome for only a month unless a high status member of one of the societies extends an invitation to stay longer." Constable Fuk looks puzzles as they ride toward the forest border. "So you say...we...our. I thought you left this land some what 3 years ago? You consider this still your land even though they pretty much kicked you and your faather away?" Lucria nods on the confused part of the speech. "I was under the impression the land was closed to outsiders? This seems to conflict with what we know." Kiet says, "Ok...so, is it illegal, or against their traditions, for men to use magic? I'm concerned we might cause, um, a riot. Or violate their taboos." "I, for one, hope to avoid any casting whatsoever." "Ah right," Z'leyra replies to Kiet. "Sorry about that. I was brought up by a family with a female shaman and a non-magic using father. I am not truly sure of the LAW. I do know that Kameri males do not get to use magic. I suspect that magic use by visiting males would be at least frowned upon. Certainly so if done publicly." -------- [Febris 3rd, 1635TH] [Zen'da North Border] [Time: 8:36 am] The party moves toward the new girl and almost surround her to get a good look at this newcomer. Maelorna gratefully feels the tree through her back, as she tries to shake the shock of fear out of her mind. It's hard to miss the large man looming over, threatening or curious, she has little to go on, her grip tightens on the hilt of the dagger, as she tilts her head to the side, one eye hidden behind her bangs, her eyes show a range of emotions, from calculation to hesitation. "Sister?" she asks incredulously, in Marentian, as she flicks her gaze about to quickly try and see all who have arrived, lingering however on the on the large man spoke to. Her eyes narrow as she spots the whip, as unbidden thoughts of such punishment come to mind and she quells it as best she can. "Di,..did Gniled hire you?" she asks hesitantly in Marentian, trying to hide the dread in her voice. If this were just a single hunter, she might take her chances with a quick fight, but if Gniled hired all of these, she knew flight wasn't even possible as she was certain with this many, she couldn't outrun them. She could feel the scrutiny from those getting closer, but the one who first startled her was glaring at her, 'Did she know either the captain or his crew?' she tried to ignore the voice in her head. Maelorna chose to err on the side of caution and lowered her gaze demurely. She fights the urge to jump as one of them kneels down in front of her, obviously ignoring the dagger in her hands, which either he considered her little to no threat at all or didn't mean to harm her. She self-consciously tries to pull the cloth of her winter cloak closer together, if only to hide her collar, but fears they already spotted it, considering the glare she was getting from the one female. 'Come on Mae, if they find them, you have to explain, think of something quick, even if you can't remember what happened' she ignores the voice for now and immediately spots when the dwarf picks up her pack. She scrambles to stand up, grateful for the tree helping her to maintain her balance, glaring for a moment as her ruck sack is picked up, but more alarmingly her crossbow! With a well practiced tone, she calls over to the dwarf and gives a warm inviting smile, "I can promise you, I have no monies or valuables in my pack, just the tools of my." as she hesitates, loathe to call Gniled anything, "owner, allowed." she looks at the dwarf, hoping her eyes don't reflect the worry she felt as if they chose to rob her, she would have little recourse. "As for the crossbow, it was a gift, from a patron that found my talents much to his liking" she smiles wistfully and puts her hand up to her lips. The shout nearby stops her as she turns to look. Z'leyra approaches and says. "Hello, I am Z'leyra. We do not plan to hurt you. Do you understand me?" First in Kameran, then Marentian then Zen'da and thru other human languages till she gets an understandable response. Unali approaches and notices the very attractive girl. Then she hears her speak a few words. A distinct eastern dialect of Marentian. She hasn't heard that style since work with Duke Aren. "Morning. I am Unali. " She will pause to see if the others introduce themselves as well. After that she starts a conversation with the girl. "Who might you be that you have ended up in this wild lands all by yourself. By your speech I would have placed you a long journey to the south and not in these cold lands." Z'leyra stands hearing Pyan yell about a found body. The healer has checked on the girl and she seems fit. But she may be needed for this new person. Arawn also heads to Pyan's voice to investigate. "Watch out or you might impress these boys with your skills. But given how dangerous these lands can be, I would be more interested to know if you can handle that fancy bow of yours equally well." Lucria continues to stare at the very cute girl. He hears distantly the words of Unali. Skills? What does she see in her in just a few seconds? Lucria then moves his eyes up and down the girl. Trying to assess her skills. With a dagger and a fancy bow? Could she be a slave bodyguard? Mae notices another man on his horse doing a wide arc around the group, even moving along the rocky shore. This makes her a bit nervous for some reason. Maelorna takes a calming breath and wills her fingers to loosen upon the hilt of the dagger, before she manages to slip it carefully into it's sheath. She regards Z'leyra as the woman speaks in Marentian, "I... I am Maelorna." she offers hesitantly. "and I understand, you have me at a disadvantage. If Gniled has sent you, please, just move on, I don't have any valuables, but I can offer my skills companionship for a length of time?" she tries to keep the sound of desperation from her voice. Z'leyra turns over her shoulder and nods to the girl who introduces herself as she moves to find Pyan. As Unali offers her name, Maelorna's smile fades, "Well, before this, " as she indicates the parts of a wreckage, "The captain of the ship was kind enough to allow me passage. As for where I was heading, it didn't matter, as long as I was able to get far enough away." she offers and then looking back at the dwarf, "As for the crossbow, I am adept at it, he insured I knew it's use after giving it to me as payment for the time I was orde.. " as she pauses and looks away, "He gave it to me, as a gift, even if." as she sighs. Fuk's glare softens and he understands now. He still has many questions but there is plenty of time later. He grabs Lucria by the shoulder. Then slaps him on the back of the head to force him out of his daze staring at the girl. "Let's go find this body." Lucria grunts at the pain, "nah. I'll stay here and help her. That bow looks heavy she may need help carrying it." he starts to move toward Dorhak. Ha'Kell rides over to Maelorna, after scouting around and checking for anyone nearby. He dismounts, his very handsome and striking face red. She can't tell if it's anger at her or frustration or just a fierce-ness. Those in the group can tell Kell is upset. Kell looks at her intently, even reaching down to inspect the collar. His face gets even redder... "We mean you no harm, very probably we mean you something that are very good. I'm Ha'Kell. A trader of some or none renown. We need to get this collar off of you. Now. Never again will you wear one..." He then asks everyone, "How can we get this collar off? Now!!" "Hold still," the half-elf's voice brooks no argument. He pauses inspects the collar with his Mana Sensing. Mae steps back and places her hand back on the dagger. Her chest begins to ache and her heart pounds. These people are mad! Don't they know? Kell tries to get a good glimpse of the collar. But the winter coat seems to block it. But those who can sense magic detect it clearly. The silver collar glows a pale gray white of magic inlaid. Kell frowns at the magic and wonders what kind of magic. Maelorna still remembered the patron who had given her the crossbow and paused for a moment reflecting upon him, before she realized a rider with a horse stopping close enough to touch her. She holds her breath as she can see the handsome individual scrutinizing her as he looks angrily at her and reaches down to inspect the collar. She can feel her heart beating heavily in her chest as he brushes his fingers against the collar to examine it, 'Ha'Kell he names himself, but of what renown she is uncertain, considering she was further away from the city or wastelands for that matter' she asks herself. "Th.. that is comforting?" she offers as he talks about the collar and she blanches, "?n.. No, m.. " as she sighs, "owner, sealed it on himself, I.. I've tried to remove it before, I have some magics, what he put on it, I can't remove or dispel." as she gives him a wistful smile, "While I can unlock any man's ardor with pleasure or even the ones that like pain, sadly, the collar isn't a man and it resists any tool I've tried upon it, from pick to sheers and each attempt is painful as whatever he put on it burns." Fremea circles around the girl and sees the magic indeed. A powerful warded item. Anger builds inside her knowing how the girl feels. She saw such collars in Donara on her own kind but those were simple magic, easy to remove. She can sense this is powerful. Then she hears the girl say something new about her. She knows magic as well? Kell draws back his fingers and considers his options Can he dispel such a spell on the collar? Fremea stares at the collar (she is mana sensing, the collar and the woman). Once she knows what she is looking at, she realizes most of the men are circling her, maybe they are just worried about her, but she does seem to be casting the flirtatiousness towards some of them too. Speaking in Marentian, "I believe we can remove that and then you can run further. Yet, from all that I have learned about these lands, I would suggest you stay with us." Her expression changes to some anger, "No one should ever be a slave to someone else!" She will see about what is needed to do to remove the collar, getting Arawn to help in doing so. But Arawn and Z'leyra are off some distance away. From the right Dorhak looks at the fancy repeating crossbow. A very nice and expensive item. But probably sneeze and it breaks. Dorhak says, almost to himself "I don't even know what's going on. I can barely understand her." "I'm sure not going to just hand over this...this contraption." holding the odd crossbow The dwarf listens as they talk about that shiny collar in some fashion understanding a few words. Something about magic and removing it or did Kell say he wanted to wear it? Maybe he needs to refigure those last words. Maelorna looks at the fae and smiles hopefully, "I would keep running, but you're right, I do not even know what land I'm in, the Captain had just said he would happily get me to another city or town. If your group would accept me, I'll happily stay with you. I already know my chances on my own, in a city, I would just run, but here, I'm as good as dead. If your able to remove the collar, then I'm indebted and would work until the debt is repaid." Mae hears the dwarf mumble but doesn't understand him. She hears the dwarf and looks over to see him still holding the crossbow. She looks at Fremea, "If he is intent on keeping my crossbow, he'll need the clips for it, in the lower right pocket of the pack, there are 2 clips, the bolts are inside the pack, with the tools and clothes I wore when so ordered. I just ask to be allowed to keep my dagger?" she asks hopefully, "While my talents for magic pale in comparison to my owne-" as she stops herself, "to him. I did learn, though the other skills I have he failed to truly take into account, else I wouldn't be here." Fuk smiles and looks at the Dwarf. "Dorhak. Hand over the gear." He speaks slowly so he understands the words. Fremea looks at the short bearded man? and quietly says, "Those things belong to her. You will give them over as we will need to have everyone in fighting condition." (If he doesn't understand her words, she will use shorter phrasing, "Give now, not yours." Dorhak grunts and tosses the sack to the ground. He starts to drop the crossbow when the girl seems to get upset and he realizes this is a fine weapon so leans down and gently places it on the ground. He begins to mumble to himself and wander about curious to see if any other items in the area he can find. [Time: 8:41 am] Arawn and Z'leyra reach the area where Pyan yelled They both see Pyan over a body in the bushes. The two healers rush to see if they can help. But in seconds they notice the man in his 40s is ripped open. Pyan looks to the man's groin and it is ripped off entirely. Some of his ribs and mostly his stomach torn open. Looks like he has been half eaten. There is little hope for the man. Arawn does a quick prayer for the man as they inspect the wounds. Pyan comments that it has to be bear wounds. The cuts are too deep. Plus a half print in the mud he points to seems to indicate a bear. He also finds a bit of black fur on a bush. Blood and entrails lead away to the north west. The body which seems to have been dragged from the shore some 95 feet away is now about 80 from the slave girl. Pyan tenses and whispers that they are not alone. He whispers as best he can in broken Marentia that to distract the scene and he'll go check. Z'leyra seems to understand and begins to comment out loud on the wounds. Pyan slinks into the woods in the north. Arawn steps up as if going back to the girl and moves into the trees to the south. Back near Mae it is now just Lucria, Kiet, Kell, Unali and Fremea. Fuk has moved on to help Z'leyra and Dorhak has gone to search. Kell listens intently, and is examing the collar. He uses mana >sensing and then multiple detection spells if it is safe. He doesn't >want to set off any traps. "Fremea and Kiet, what do you sense on this collar?" Fremea reaches for the collar and this seem to put Mae at ease more than the handsome man. Fremea reaches out her own senses and reads the collar. She lowers her hand and frowns. She explains the collar has Chaotic magic on it. There is one spell on it of moderate level. It does seem to be a spell of pain of some sort. This confirms what Mae said between the lines. She looks to the others and explains it seem to above apprentice level magic. Lucria listens and becomes worried. "You can't help this poor girl? Can't you do that stop or end or erase magic thing on the collar thing? That druid fellow did that with Unali's curse right?" Kiet and Kell consider their options but know going against Chaos magic might be harder for them. But Fremea can read their faces. She can certainly try and might have a 50-60% chance of erasing the magic and the same for removing the spell in it. She glances up at Z'leyra. The 2 healers could certainly get rid of it but a fellow ex slave helping out would do more for Mae's morale? [Time: 8:44 am] Pyan follows the trail of bent limbs and tries to find the thing he saw for only a glimpse. But Arawn is faster with going invisible by his very nature in the woods. For a few minutes it takes him time to search and then he spots it. A figure crouched in the bushes some distance away. As Arawn closes in he sees it as a human male. But when Pyan approaches from the other side and holds his bow in hand. Arawn watches as the startled man stands and draws a spear up and points at Pyan. But Arawn can read him as confused and a bit dazed. If he was Kameran he'd be more confident it would seem. Standing at 6' 3" with a stocky build. The man's dark hair is kept to the current fashions, close on the sides, long to the front with a braided rear. His beard and mustache are close cropped and an amused gleam appears on his contenace more oft than not. His skin is deep-tanned from hours spent in the open beneath the open skies. Pale green eyes invite discourse and show and inquisitive nature. [Time: 8:47 am] Dorhak walks the shore line east of the slave girl and her fancy gear. He spots pieces of wood, broken crates, a wet blanket, some thing ripped cloth with bindings that may be a sail, a flask, a broken lantern in the water..wait a flask? Dorhak rushes back and lifts it up. He opens it and sniffs. By the great Rune Masters of Kalath! It is rum! Dorhak grasps the flask to his chest and looks around. No one saw. He shakes the flask. It is only a few sips but it smell so good! Should he share? Actions? Comments? Next Update..Monday?? GM: Wow Guys 700 lines a big update since last one. You guys did a lot of role playing. Believe it or not this was not ALL. There were tons of emails back and forth in private talks. Some I did not even include here or it'd be another 300-500 lines. But I think at this point we can stop though most of above was recap old stuff. I HAVE to (mandatory) do these benefits project and only have 1 week. So I can't quarantee a Friday Update. But I'll try Monday. The amazon project is vital as well since I'm down to my last 60 pages on my last book. :) Boredom for a GM sitting at work with no books means same GM can come up with very NASTY things for characters. :) There was a heck load of emails back and forth in private talks. Some like with David/Tobie I did not include here. I've not seen this many private email stuff in years. :) But again unless stated as it being 'private' it will be assumed public and posted here for story purposes. GM: Arawn is now NPC so will be doing minimal stuff. Fremea - Want to try to dispel the collar binding magic and then the spell? Kell/Kiet - You guys can try to dispel but it would be harder if not trained in Chaos area. Pyan - Your chance to be diplomat! Do you kill this guy or say something? :) Keep in mind he is a new player so killing a pc might be bad for that guy. Mae - You can describe what collar does if it helps. GM: Since we have 2 new players (3rd on his way) I'll remind folks of posting styles. I use date/time stamps to show difference in the time. A lot of things go back in terms of say actions or conversations. This allows those old talks to continue as we move in the present. Some like Arawn (and sometimes Kiet/Kell) will use time stamps to let me know where this entire post context goes. This helps a lot. Otherwise I have to guess was this Feb 2 or Jan 28th? That sort of thing. I assume unless stated otherwise all posts are in current date (last date). I allow Retro actions so if you want to continue a talk sure go ahead from the other day. Some actions like "oh well I bring my sword into this tavern as the bar fight starts" well those won't be done. That action would affect the present fight. So would have to prepare by bringing in said sword. :) GM: Perm Magic Failure: Last update I mentioned Kell's spells. With a failure. Failures for some spells ruins what you are making. But due to the Dedicated spell I was a bit confused on it as it was years since I used it. So I had to redo the entire set of spells, text and math 3 times. I may have left the failure from round 2 in by mistake. But in fact when did the 3rd set there was no failure. It was a big difference of about 90 MEP in the terms of changes by the 3rd round. But I was so frustrated with it I just never rewrote that section. GM: Final Leg estimated: Feb 3 -- River/Crossing [Current] Forest 10 Miles Camp in Forest Feb 4 -- Forest 15 Miles Hills ~25 miles _______________________________________________ pnpgm mailing list pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org http://www.powersandperils.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/pnpgm _______________________________________________ pnpgm mailing list pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org http://www.powersandperils.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/pnpgm