Post from Arawn on actions.. To: Gilbert Isla , "pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org" Subject: Re: [pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 155, Issue 25 X-BeenThere: pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org X-Mailman-Version: 2.1.15 I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you're starting to feel better now and have a swift and easy recovery:) From: pnpgm on behalf of Gilbert Isla Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2017 10:31 PM To: pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org Subject: Re: [pnpgm] pnpgm Digest, Vol 155, Issue 25 [Mournath's player] Sorry for not posting folks. Been extremely ill and hospitalized for a bit. Still not great. 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(no subject) (d kerr) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Message: 1 Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2017 18:20:13 -0500 From: pnpgm To: pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org Subject: [pnpgm] Game Update #110 - File #784 - The Tribute Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1"; format=flowed ` Player DS Character Name Type Status/Notes Sex -- ----------------------------------------------------------------- FH.John Haight.......HY..Arawn.............Druid .Normal/Al.. Ma ...Kevin Newark..........Dorhak............Warrior.Normal/Dwarf....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 ...Don.Kerr..............Maelorna..........Dancer..Normal/Human....Fe ...Gilbert.Isla..........Mournath..........Sailor..Normal/Human....Ma R3 Panthera..............Pyandalgor........Hunter..Normal/Human....Ma R4.Alex Koponen......YY..Z'leyra...........Healer..Normal/Human ..Fe R3.Fukishtu.Newsome......Npc...............Chief...Normal/Human....Ma 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 #110 sequence (file #784) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin Notes: None. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Dorhak: [Re: Actions] Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red. In... If no immediate danger, he will at least examine the stone work. He should be able to see well in here...I hope... GM: Ack. From Unali: [Re: Actions] Unali checks herself out from slamming into so many things,... By that time things have escalted with Fuk an Z's sister. Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first. GM: Ack. From Kiet: [Re: actions] Kiet has hit hard but thankfully recovers quickly from the... GM: Ack. From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] ? ? "Hold on!" Z'leyra barks. "What do you mean, the Moss... GM: Ack. From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] The "Hold on!" was in Marentian, The rest in Kameri. GM: Ack. From Fremea: [Re: Actions] Fremea shakes her head a lot more than normal, this time... GM: Ack. From Mae: [Re: Actions] Maelorna groans and claws her way back up from... GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to... "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them,"... [OOC: If it appears that they might be on death's doorstep and there's no time for someone else to step in and heal them, then Arawn will cast Healing Mist to stabilize them and begin healing. Otherwise, if they're not in immediate danger, he'll resort to mundane healing to keep them stable until Z'leyra or another competent healer can see to them.] GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] "And, Z'leyra, you might want to ask what year it is," ... (is this a different sister than Z'layha, the twin?) GM: Ack. Opps. You are correct. Z'layha is twin. Z'lena is other sister. Stupid dwarves can't keep track of these details. From Unali: [Re: Actions] When Arawn asks for assistance with the injured, Unali steps over. Not trained in healing, she will take instructions from Arawn when given and help out where she can. GM: Ack. From Kiet: [Re: Actions] Kiet will trying to help Kell. GM: Ack. From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] Z'leyra spends a couple moments translating what people said. She also asks "Sister, could you please sit down with no... (is this a different sister than Z'layha, the twin?) GM: Ack. ------------------------------------------------------------ [New Stuff] [Febris 9th, 1635TH] [Kameran Lands - Sharendan Village] [Time: 4:49 pm] [Ancient Moss Fortress] Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red. In both a foul mood and foul taste in his mouth, he's not in any mood to be gentle. He unceremoniously shoves the strange human girl off him, and doesn't even beg her pardon. While he finds her hair curious, she is most certainly not his type. He prefers his women to have at least some silky fuzz on their face. As soon as he gets off the floor, he readies his shield and pulls out his mace, looking around ready to defend himself. But he finds his mace in the dirt so he moves to fetch it. Dorhak glances around and then spots the alter. Another fine piece of stonework. But this time it seems to be nothing fancy like the statue. This one thing looks like a tale or alter. He notices the runes and approaches to examine it further. Unali goes flying toward Kiet who grabs her. But she is unsure if a boot hit his head or maybe it was a knee. Unali checks herself out from slamming into so many things, last of all Kiet. If it seems she is OK and everything is in place (daggers included), she will untangle herself from Kiet and stand up. A brief stroke along his check, 'Thanks for picking me out of the air.' and she will extend a hand to help Kiet up as well. By that time things have escalated with Fuk and Z's sister. Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first. By that time things have escalated with Fuk an Z's sister. Unali takes a quiet pose and waits for Z' to respond first. Kiet has hit hard but thankfully recovers quickly from the fall and whatever weird transition just occurred. He gained back his senses just in time to realize Unali is literally flying off the walls, well, almost anyway. Reacting without time to think, Kiet reached up to grab her to keep her from hurting herself on the wall, though, considering who we are talking about, it might have been better to worry about the wall! Kiet held on and at least slowed her down but gets dragged along himself. Bouncing off a hard stone wall isn't fun at any speed, but at least it didn't hurt. Much. Kiet felt lucky with his armor and helmet absent. Back to the present, Kiet hangs on tight to Unali to keep her from flying in random directions. She still seems somewhat dazed, so he hopes to keep her still. While he does, he tries to comfort her as best he can. He tells her, in Katai, over and over "Meiguanxi! Meiguanxi!"...it's ok...it's ok. Kiet doesn't mind doing this. While she is rather pretty, though in a deadly sort of way, she's also a good head taller than Kiet. Hopefully, without his armor, she won't notice exactly how much he doesn't mind! Embarrassing... and maybe fatal! Then she strokes his cheek. This causes a shiver to go down Kiet's spine. By reflex he smiles. Then he recalls this is the second time of such embrace. In the flying castle she landed on him in the navigation room. Then Kiet notices that his friend Kell is in trouble and Mournath digging to help him. Kiet wants to go help! But he can't while Unali needs help too. As soon as it's safe to release her, Kiet tries to gently roll her off of himself, and head over to help Mournath. "Hold on!" Z'leyra barks. "What do you mean, the Moss Fortress? The quake dropped us thru the ground just outside Kam village. We are days of travel from the fortress...unless magic brought us to the fortress." "Z'layha, have you ever been in Ticasi? We need to know." Fremea shakes her head a lot more than normal, this time not in the sense of not understanding, but to clear the noise and lights out of it. After catching herself and figuring out that this a ceiling, instead of open sky or being buried alive, she assesses her body, finds nothing wrong about her, then quickly checks her stuff, especially her bags. Once Fremea finds herself intact and her things not missing, she pulls her daggers and scans the room. After seeing the large table and the sidh symbols, she scans it with her mana sensing. Then the person, Z's sister walks in, she readies herself to fight if something else happens. As Fremea glanced at the alter she can tell it is of great magic. But the room itself seems bland and not without magic. Even the door the woman appeared. But Z'leyra's sister is showing signs of magical talent. Maelorna groans and claws her way back up from unconsciousness, "I swear, if I woke up in another lock up, honestly it's not like he needed that ring." she manages to mumble while she attempts to extract herself from the dust. Then with hearing the groans that match her own, the recent memories of what happened hit her. She looks about sees Lucria crawling towards her. She sits back on her haunches, not caring if her clothing has shredded from various rocks. "Well, at least it's not a cage eh?" she asks him with a smile and then tries to take stock of her person. If nothing more than pride and clothing have been sundered she will regard that as acceptable. She smiles at him gratefully, "Well, it's not like its the first time I've had my clothing ripped and shredded, just may be the first time the earth took umbrage to my being." as she bursts out laughing, the first time she's been able to laugh without acting in a long time. Once she is certain she is well enough, especially if she can laugh about surviving whatever hit them, and Lucria has faired just as well, she'll attempt to stand up on wobbly legs and look about for others that might need help. Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to the altar, remained unaware of the unconscious villagers as his senses sought recovery. As he more fully came to his eyes danced along the line of symbols marking the stone table, his gaze both distant and intense at the same time while seeking interpretation of that which lay before him. Between the ebon monolith and the altar great magic was at work, something the party would need to made aware of. With his thoughts returning to them, his mind settling on the present, he realized that the others might be in need. Turning around he spotted the first of the unconscious villagers, instinct driving him towards them, beginning with the adolescent boy. "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them," he informed the others, hoping that at least one or two would step in to assist. Unali approaches to help Arawn. Although a trained healer humans were not his specialty, the druid still learning under Z'leyra, but when tending to his own he was a person of no mean skill. Hopefully it would be enough for him to at least determine if the boy and the man were in immediate danger of losing their lives. Arawn glances up to see Z'leyra staring at her sister for a reply. He understands she needs answer but she could help. But then again this is a death zone with only one exit, aside from skylights, trapping the party. The woman could yell and bring warriors and it would be a serious fight. "Keep away from the table for now," he warned the others as he dropped to his knees beside the boy. "It appears to be an altar and a powerful one at that." He was working diligently when the click of the opening door drew his attention. Involved as he was there was little he could do to stop Fuk from slipping behind Z'layha and pressing the dagger to her throat. Inwardly he groaned, hoping that Fuk's effort to hide the group's presence wouldn't be one that would hurt them more in the long run. "Fuk, ease up on her. We're in the middle of a fortress, surrounded by powerful magicians and a nation of warriors. She's a suspect, not a criminal, and we're intruders here. Let's see if we can get to the truth without starting a riot," he calmly urged the man. "Great magic brought us here and I may share words on this once cooler heads once again dominate." "And, Z'leyra, you might want to ask what year it is," he oddly suggested to the shamaness. Z'leyra spends a couple moments translating what people said. She also asks "Sister, could you please sit down with no sudden moves or spell casting and I will ask the man to put away his knife?" In Marentian she says, "I have asked her to sit and not cast spells and you should allow her to sit and you should put away your knife." Fuk glances around at Arawn's words in Marentian. He glances back at the door. Realizes this may be a bad spot to fight. He lowers his hand and steps back but still holding his dagger at hand and stares at Z'layha. Z'leyra asks her sister, "Do you speak Marentian?" Z'layha shakes her head. "If you don't I have a necklace enchanted to help the wearer learn a language. Do you wish to use it to learn Marentian, the language we are speaking?" Z'leyra glances to the party, "There are several ways twins can age differently. Upper or Lower World travel, the Balance spell that slows the ravages of aging. Time travel need not be involved." Z'layha hears the strange words and the strange people. She is finally released and then she sees Fremea. Her instinct is to kill the demon. But her sister is here? Why? Why would she bring people much less men to this sacred place. This very sacred of sacred rooms. "Ticasi? I only recall the details from father." She shakes her head. "No. I never have nor plan to ever go there." Z'layha wonders why the red head is laughing like a mad woman. Then she notices the small man around the alter. She glares but turns back to Z'leyra. Arawn frowns when he checks the boy. There is no pulse. Then he notices the angle of the boy's neck. It is clear it has been broken and was probably instant death in the quake. Arawn plans to do a prayer later but moves to the adult male as Z'layha replies. Lucria helps Mae stand. Mournath and Kiet are able to dig Kell out and give him some water. He is a bit dazed but seems fine. Aside from coughing on the dirt and dust. Dorhak circles to the rear of the alter and glances at the runes and sigils. None that he seems to recognize. Then Dorhak notices at the top of the rear facing away from the party is a sigil that he seems to recognize. He tries to recall but it takes a few moments. Z'layha listens to Z'leyra request a sit down. "You intrude in our sacred of sacreds and with these people?" She nods to the party and villagers. Arawn checks the male and finds he is just dazed. He is able to revive him. But that may have been a bad choice. The man sees the room and begins to shake his head in confusion and chanting something about be gone evil spirits or such. But for the most part the man is just bruised and only bleeding a bit on his elbows. Arawn and Unali move toward the 3 females. Z'layha frowns, "sit down in this dirt? I have my duties to perform. You must all leave to the atrium and exit this place immediately! Before the guards see you." Z'leyra recalls the time spent here herself. But she has never been here. It has to be in a high place in the fort for the skylights. But why was she never allowed here? Dorhak grunts in excitement. Yes. He has seen it was in Arawn's book thing. When he showed Mournath that one time. He explained it was a symbol for his cousin or dog? No. Wait. It was something about his father or was it his mother? Z'layha rattles the tray of food. The wide silver tray is carrying 4 large pitchers of some drink. There are a half dozen bowls and containers that must be food. The tray seems to be very heavy. This causes the woman to move toward the alter. Arawn kneels down and doesn't see the dwarf or Z'layha near the alter. He just hopes he did not make the wrong mistake by studying the alter later. The first female seems to have a broken ankle but otherwise seems fine. Unali reports the second one only has scrapes and cuts. Z'layha places the tray on the center of the alter/table. She turns and crosses her arm and moves toward Z'leyra. "I do not wish to use this necklace thing until I get some answers. You said you were in Kam and now here? What-" Dorhak grunts at the tray and wonders if he can just get some of it. The fall seems to have stirred up his hunger a bit. But then the sigil begins to glow. He looks around to see if anyone notices. He waves for Kell who is nearby but the trader is watching the door as if waiting for more folks to enter. Z'layha turns to the slight buzz. She stops talking. She glances at the alter and then toward Z'leyra. "No!" [Time: 4:59 pm] "It is too soon!" She begins to turn and move toward the door. Lucria pulls out his whip to stop her from getting help. Fuk stands from checking the dead boy and begins to move toward Z'layha. "The Tribute must be done with no one here!" She reaches about 10 feet before the door when Lucria snaps his whip and trips the woman. "No!" Fremea flies toward the woman as well. Suddenly the stone door slams shut with a large clank echoing in the room. Arawn notices this all happening and stands. He thinks he hears Dorhak call his name. He glances over and sees Dorhak pointing to the back which he can't see. Then Arawn sees the silver tray on the alter and notices some of the runes glowing. He moves toward the alter. A Flash.... It seems like Kiet is heard saying something about not again? Darkness... An eternity.... Some begin to wake up again. This time there is no light. In fact its dark and hazy as if the place is full of smoke. Everyone is laying down. Except Fremea who was flying toward the woman hits what seems to be a low hanging rock? Blam. Lanterns. Rocks. She grumbles. It seems the first thing the party hears is Kiet screaming to wake up. Maybe not screaming but at least trying to get the party to wake up. As the party begin to stir and sit up the scene has changed. No longer in a room. It seems this a large cavern? This almost niche of open area is surrounded by 3 walls left, right and to the rear. There is no longer a chill but in fact it is rather very hot. Mae who is almost half naked is the only one to feel some comfort compared to those who are wearing winter clothing. There is a humid fog/haze that seems to be the color of yellow and white. The smell of sulfur is in the air and can be tasted. The niche is about 50 feet long and about 30 feet wide. There seems to be a stone table in the center but this time there does not seem to be any adornments. It is a simple wooden structure 5 by 6 feet. Sitting on top is the food and drinks on top of the tray. Directly in front of the party a large mist/haze climbs from what looks like a inferno. Dorhak who is closest to the edge crawls to the side and almost loses his mace in a bit of shock. Below is a fiery molten blaze. It seems to be a river of lava going from left to right. The lava river is about 8 feet long but seems to go under the walls to who knows where. Dorhak feels sweat pour from his forehead and sizzle to nothing before it hits halfway to the lava some 5 feet away. The lava stream itself is about 10 feet below. But aligned with the table some 30 feet away at the border of the lava pit is a stone bridge. The bridge is about 2.5 to 3 feet wide. It seems to be from Dorhak's point of view about 4 feet tall. It crosses the span of lava to another section of cave where Kiet is standing and waving. Below him it seems there are various pieces of gear collected around him. At his feet are some gear and in his arms is more. Unali recognizes that her magical sling is in his arms. Pan notices his bow and quiver is on the other side. Arawn notices that his helmet and buckler are in Kiet's arms for some reason. Fuk and Lucria notice their swords are at Kiet's feet. At least they assume their since it is missing from their sheathes. Dorhak wonders why his shield is hanging on Kiet's arm? Z'leyra notices her staff is leaning against Kiet. She notices her satchel at his feet. She also notices her dragon helm tied around his arm. She notices her great sword being hefted up into his arms. Actions? Comments? Next Update.. Unknown? GM: A good place to stop. At this point things will move very slowly. BTW the boy is missing. The 4 villagers are still here. The haze is thick and hard to see past much longer than 5-6 feet. Now I plan to send pc to shop Saturday to get fan replaced. I don't know if they will need it overnight. I also plan to get a new medium to copy data to since cd/dvdr is dead as well. So II can clean that pc off and get rid of it eventually. When will next update? Don't know. If they need it overnight it could be a couple days. So unsure if Monday will be viable. I can try Tue/Wed but have a few things busy to do. So at very least I can try a week from Saturday or as best could try Monday. I can post to give you guys updates though. Stay tuned. Z'lena -> Z'layha. Dwarves screwd up again. I removed some ale rations. It was Z'layha. Z'lena was the sister who died. GM: Necklace Use [Reminder to myself] Feb 7 - Fuk -Kameran Feb 8+- ???? ------------------------------ Message: 2 Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2017 20:18:17 -0500 From: d kerr To: pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org Subject: [pnpgm] (no subject) Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf-8" With Lucria's help, Maelorna stands up and looks about to get her bearings and her heart skips a beat as she stops and stares at an alter. Something that easily causes every nerve in her body to scream out in warning as she can still remember the screams of fear from the victim her mother and the cultists she belonged to had strapped to it and not understanding the significance. She manages in a soft voice, "I want to leave now please, this isn't a safe place." as can't tear her eyes away from the altar. She pulls her gaze away to look at the twin of Z'leyra and fights the urge to look back and stare at the alter. Then the world goes white yet again. 'Home! Wake up little sister, bask in the glory of what home with the family will be like!' the voice sounds almost jubilant as Maelorna once again groans from waking up, every muscle feels like she's gone several miles of running. She can smell the familiar stench of sulfur and taste it, waking up more memories of living in the wasteland. The warmth is almost comforting as she finally opens her eyes to the scene which makes her wonder just where they are at now. If she's somewhat sound, she'll look for Lucria first, then Arawn, then the others, before she stands up carefully. "Ok, did someone call us here or did we do something to be brought here?" she asks, finding that the oppressive heat isn't a true bother at all. She looks at Arawn, "I didn't do anything this time, I swear. No summoning, I swear it." -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... 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