` 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 #113 sequence (file #804) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Admin Notes: None. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Recap] From Dorhak: [Re: Altar] Our intrepid dwarf hears Arawn ask about getting into... GM: Ack. From Mae: [Re: Actions] Maelorna sighs as she gives Z'leyra an evil smile, "Something... GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] Arawn ignored the dwarf's rudeness, yet again, for now. .... "Then tell me what you saw, as exactly as you can - the.... GM: Ack. From Arawn: [Re: Actions] OOC: A bit delayed on sending out updates as I've been very busy lately but just thought I'd send this out to help the PC's have a sense as to what's going on/how to prepare, especially with knowing that magic might be hampered here. Arawn, who's attention seemed directed towards taking in.... "I know," he quietly responded. "Powerful forces sent us... GM: Ack. Wasn't clear on which languages used to assume Marentian until Z'layha spoken to. From Dorhak: [Re: Actions] I actually only know what you know. Scott would have to tell you. GM: Ack. Unless you study such things these runes are not obvious to you. From Z'leyra: [Re: Actions] Z'leyra announces, "Keep" "away from Zin!"Â "Everyone, do what you can to distract or hurt him!" [Darn, so much for the plan of getting Zin to waste his power on the weapon(s) made from Marentian ore.] GM: Ack. I did warn of these things in chat. :) The initial thing was a mistake but corrected. But I did mention that in chat guess missed that. :< ------------------------------------------------------------ [New Stuff] [Febris 9th, 1635TH] [Time: 5:01 pm] [Unknown Location] [Lave area - Moments before] Mae comments to the group she did not bring the party here or have anything to do it as the party wake up. Arawn, who's attention seemed directed towards taking in the scene in its entirety, nodded. "I know," he quietly responded. "Powerful forces sent us to the fortress, at the time when the altar would activate, I believe. But I'll get into that in a bit." [Moments later before Kiet fumbles the gear...] Arawn frowned, the only expression he allowed himself as he suppressed his disappointment and concern over the welfare of the poor villagers, in particular the poor boy who's life had been so drastically cut short. Tending to the injured he found himself unable to fully focus on the others in the room, unable to sense the gravity of Z'layha's warning until it was too late. Spinning into darkness yet again he came to alongside the others, Kiet's voice carrying across the stone bridge to urge them along. He gave a hand gesture of silence directed to Kiet, Arawn hoping that if anything was trapped down here with the party that they had not been alerted by the calls. He then cast about for any that had been sent here alongside himself, whether friend or stranger. His brow furrowed when the boy's remains were nowhere to be found. A quick glance was all he gave to the villagers for now, realizing that they were in alive and deciding instead to focus on the potential danger posed by the party's current location. Arawn figures that whatever transported them to the fort was meant for living beings. This must mean the boy was alive until seconds entering the fortress room. [Moments later...Kiet fumbles with the gear] "The altar, I believe, during a timed period of sacrifice. Someone went to a great deal of trouble to see us arrive here so now we'll have to figure out, why?" Z'layha watches and wonders what language this man is speaking if only she might've understood. Arawn scans the cave and tries to figure out what the strange sense abounds the place. "This reminds me a bit of the Vong, the aura of things dampened or deadened. This is a place where magic or perhaps the divine connection is weakened or warped." "What is this place, Z'layha?," he asked as he began to strip down, the warm winter clothing threatening heat exhaustion or worse. "What is the altar... the black monolith in the capital... what is all of this about?" Z'layha looks confused, "this alter?" She points to the stone bland alter in the lava room. "I've never seen it before. Monolith I have no idea what you are talking about. This ..was about giving tribute to those who give us the metal! Then you came and messed up things. Now they may kill us. Where ever we are now." Arawn completely disregarded the falling items, his own buckler and sword included. The situation made little sense and he did not trust appearances. To him this was trickery or a test, possibly both, and if it was not, focusing on distractions would not help him to navigate this realm. Even the villagers injuries were not a priority, the search for hidden dangers or clues in this situation his only real concern lest a bad situation become worse.] Arawn moved to examine the crude wooden table acting as counterpart to the stone altar in the Moss Fortress, hoping to find some sort of clue to guide the party's actions from here on out. But arawn only finds dust, dirt and stone. No markings. No runes. He notices the tray on top with the food and drinks. He glances up at Z'layha and then realizes maybe they were sent here when she put the tray on the runed alter? But that would make no sense. Unless she would normally have time to flee the room. Then he looks to Dorhak and the others. Maybe something triggered their transport here sooner. [Just before leaving lava room..] Our intrepid dwarf hears Arawn ask about getting into his head. Surely he jests, but then Dorhak would have to call him Shirly, but then all that time learning his name would be wasted. Dorhak just looks at the Elf with a glance of disbelief, unable to understand why Arawn thought that would per permitted on ANY plane. He simply, but rudely says, 'no!' Dorhak is, however, tired of this game. He doesn't like being pushed around and most certainly doesn't like being held captive. There will be a Gehenna of a bill to pay when this is over! He gets angry...and tries to work himself into a berserk frenzy. Maybe then he can escape, tear off the 'bug', and fight. Arawn ignored the dwarf's rudeness, yet again, for now. There were more pressing concerns than addressing gratitude and manners in a situation such as this. "Then tell me what you saw, as exactly as you can - the devil's in the details. Our lives, and that of others, could very well depend on it." Dorhak tries to explain what he saw but since he has no skill in these magical things its like explaining a code to a person who doesn't know the language. Even so, he only speaks a few seconds before Zin arrives and the party collapses again. As Dorhak explains what he saw Arawn realizes that one rune for either his mother or father - based on his own diagrams in his book he showed Dorhak - was glowing. That must've been the trigger. Could that mean that he himself was the trigger? Maybe that if he, Alfar - son of gods, wasn't there the party would be still in the fortress? **************** [Audience Room - Current room] [Moments before Lucria's death] [After Lucria's death and Kiet is set free] Maelorna sighs as she gives Z'leyra an evil smile, "Something that shouldn't exist and if you survive this do as you will." as the last moment of Lucria's death and scream continues to play in her mind. 'Damn it, this is more than out of hand' she curses mentally and notices the newcomers. She giggles playfully as she tilts her head curiously at them, while their hands change to form claws. "Aww, you don't find me beautiful?" she asks with a pout, then glances back at Zin and almost purrs while asking "Would it trouble you to much to help me, please?" she asks innocently, "They don't seem to like me," she says while trying to calculate how much of a man Zin could be with his shape changing abilities and stamina he might have to endure an evenings dalance with the hunger that's already starting to grow with each use of her abilities. [Currently...] Z'leyra announces, "Keep," "away from Zin!" "Everyone, do what you can to distract or hurt him!" Z'leyra continues to struggle to free herself. Mae seems to ignore Z'leyra and turns to smile at Zin. While watching the other 2 at the cave threshold. At the pile of gear Kiet uncovers a bag of sling projectiles and some bags with various natural magical items like garlic and such. Just hope he doesn't spill out all the contents. He does hate to be so clumsy lately for a acrobat its a reputation killer. At the altar the second shifter is trying to argue with Zin pointing at the whistle. But it is in a language not understood. Zin suddenly shoves the shifter aside and moves around the table toward Mae. Mae plays hard to get and moves to the east side of the table. As she does she brushes her hand against Arawn's arm and legs. She is watching the whistle only a few feet away on the other side. She glances over her shoulder to watch Zin move behind her. The second shifter notices Mae now moving and begins to yell at the other two. They begin to move toward her. Mae rounds the table and begins to reach for the whistle but the second shifter is closer and grabs it. The second shifter raises the whistle to his mouth and begins to whistle. The party that is still caught up begins to move and form a line rather than rows. The second shifter lowers the whistle and glares to Mae. He begins to speak but again the language is not known. The shifter realizes that the party can't understand him. With his free hand he inserts three fingers onto Arawn's temple. Moments later he speaks. "Come closer and they all die!" He now speaks in Marentian. As the party reforms a line the two other shifters who came in stop and watch Zin stare at Mae. Confused they glance at the second for direction. "Kiet! You fool! Grab that sword and begin killing them!" Fuk yells at Kiet in Marentian. As the party stops some begin to be able to flex their fingers. Fremea, Unali and Z'leyra begin to flex one of their hands but only 3-4 fingers. The wrists do not seem to move. It is as if sheer willpower allows this. Shifter #2 turns to Mae, "step back or he dies." He glances down at Arawn. Mae considers her options. Even if she got the whistle then what? Could she reproduce the same tones that would free the others or would she kill them? Did she memorize the correct tones to reverse it? Actions? Comments? Next Update.. Wednesday? GM: I had hoped to do more. But got home late and ran out of time. So this is a short update. I have a thing to do Monday so will be home late and so little time to do stuff then. But I will try to do those darn mana reports Mon/Tue and update sheets. A bit tired tonight. Keep in mind there have been plenty of clues to warn and be wary of At this point things move slowly. If get enough posts I'll do the update Wednesday afternoon. I have something that day but should be back to work on it a few hours. Afternoon being 12-1pm EST. Map below. For those new this is an example of a quick and easy map. Pure ascii since everyone has these character sets. As always emails tend to strip tabs and spaces. Thus emails tend to mess up the below map. For this reason please view this map on the website. It seems to keep the proper format there. For those who use weapons and spells remember the range factors. This is why a scale is listed. GM: Lava Room Actions were meant to be in the span of about 5 minutes. The above pretty much fills all the gaps. The talking and such. So no more lava room actions allowed. There is a reason for no time stamps that will become clear later. So it is hard to figure out span of time in this place. GM: Map - Audience Chamber 1 Hex = 10 feet 1 Row = 5 feet 1 Column = 5 feet /I\ = North (Maybe) 1 2 3 123456789012345678901234567890123456789 /###################################### A # = Rock/Cave wall \#_```\__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \## B @ = Altar (Arawn on top) /# ``E/ \__/ \_2/ \__/ \__/ \__/ # C \#_/` \__/ \__/@@@M_/ \__/ \__/ \_# D A = [D17] - Arawn / \__/ \__/ \@@@1 \__/ \__/ \__/ # E D = [J5 ] - Dprhak \ _/ \__/ \__/ 3\__/ \__/ \__/ \_ F F = [J8 ] - Fremea /# \__/ \__/ \__4 \__/ \__/ \__/ G K = [J11] - Kell \#_/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \## H E = [C6 ] - Kiet /# \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ # I U = [J15] - Unali \#_/D \F_/K \_U/ R__P Z__G \__/ \_# J J = [D20] - Mae /# \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ # K R = [J19] - Mournath \#_/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \_# L P = [J21] - Pyan /# \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ # M Z = [J25] - Z'leyra \##/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \_# N G = [G28] - Fuk /# \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ # O \#_/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \__/ \_# P ` = Pile of gear /##\__/ \__/ \__/ #### \__/ \__### Q \###################################### R Stone 'window' [A11/A12] - Closed Altar - 15x10 feet, Arawn's head toward West in center Exit - E2/E3 - Passage to ? Exit - F39/G39 - To Lava room assumed Ceiling - 8-12 feet high in places Lighting - mostly from lava room glare for eastern party of room. Western side of room is darker but not pure dark. Shifters 1 - Zin [E20] 2 - #2 [C18] Facing South 3 - #3 [F18] 4 - #4 [G19] Cyrx - D17 Not shown but NW corner of table. Think of a snowglobe glowing white/gray with a small pedestal a half inch or so under it. Whistle - #2's left hand (east side)