From steviebates at yahoo.com Fri Apr 1 07:22:10 2005
From: steviebates at yahoo.com (Stephen Bates)
Date: Fri Apr 1 07:22:12 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Inns / Introducing Brenna
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[GM - Old]
>Brenna was tired after a day of wandering Minas Tirith
>and attempting to find a suitable place to spend the night.
>It seemed as if the city had outlawed inns and taverns
>completely. Finally, she found this place.
[Brenna - New]
The inn was not exactly Brenna's first choice. It was smelly and dirty
but Brenna was used to that. No, it was more to do with the people who
sat and drank the murky ale here. There was hostility and distrust
behind their eyes. Well, in those whose eyes could focus in her
direction. There were also the usual looks of disgust as they noticed
her hairy, pockmarked face.
Still she did not know this vast, monolithic and (to Brenna at least)
claustrophobic city known as Minas Tirith and this was the only inn
she had found. The place, to her, was small and she felt
uncomfortable. She shivered in discomfort in her seat, which placed
away from most of the other people. At this, Bloran wriggled and
squeaked in her pocket.
"Ssh, brave one", whispered Brenna, gently patting the mouse on his
head whilst reflecting on why she was her. Weeks ago, she had had
another dream, one from her god Araw. He had shown her this city from
afar and then shown her the symbol of a shining crown. There was more
but Brenna remembered only a little. Since then, she had been slowly
making her way to this place.
And now here she was. She knew that the mighty Beastmaster and
Huntsman wanted her to do something and that she would know what to do
when the time was right. She had faith. She just had to wait.
Staring over at the bar, she was startled from her thoughts by the
sound of laughter...
[GM - Old]
>She had not even ordered yet when she could hear
>laughter coming from the top of the stairs that led
>upward to the second floor...
[Brenna - New]
Strange, this place appeared quite sombre considering it was an
alehouse. The laughter seemed unusual. Brenna looked closely towards
and up the stairs, her curiosity piqued.
She was about to look away when she heard a shout.
[Bailey - Old]
>>His uncertainty gave way to something he rarely did,
>>he cried out for help.
>>"If anyone can hear me, I could use some help! There's a
>>psychotic dwarf and an assassin trying to kill me up here!"
Brenna eyes opened wide. Someone was in trouble! She picked up her
spear and set off up the stairs, quietening Bloran as she went.
Halfway up the stairs she stopped, looking at what was going on.
At the top was a man looking back the way he came. As she approached
he glanced down the stairs towards her. She could also see two dwarves
and what appeared to be a child. The child appeared to be about to
lunge at a dwarf with a large knife.
Brenna blocked the exit down the stairs. She glared at the man in
front of her, holding her spear out in defence and called out.
"In the name o' Araw, stop! Sheath yer weapons and do not harm the
child"
[OOC: If the assassin, or anyone else, attacks then defend myself -
half OB into DB - for this round]
Steve/Brenna.
(ignore the stuff below...)
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From akuma at hickorytech.net Fri Apr 1 18:28:13 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Fri Apr 1 18:41:03 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Streets
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>[Isillome - Old]
> If it wasn't for the fact that she still desired answers from
>him, Isillome would have finished him off. But she needed to know
>more about how he found her and who these Dark Knives were as well.
> Sheathing her sword, Isillome's first instinct was to reach for
>her pack, but that was back at the Houses of Healing. So instead
>she knelt down on top of the man, pinning him still with her legs.
>"Be still! And I will see to your wound. Continue to fight me, and
>I'll leave you to your fate."
>
>[DM - Old]
> The man grunted his pain and negative answer as he squirmed.
>Isillome had to pin the man down with her legs in order to get him
>to stop. Quickly and almost effortlessly, Isillome had taken the
>masking cloth from the man's head and applied it as a bandage over
>his eyes. It stopped the bleeding. When the assassin realized what
>she was doing, he remained as still as he could.
> Finished, Isillome took a brief moment to watch her binding and
>to take in the features of the assassin. He was a dark haired man
>with dark stubble on his chin. His skin was a bronzed tan with marks
>of scarring here and there. Of particular note was a tattoo that
>Isillome spied as the man had previously turned his head in pain and
>anguish. It looked like a twin pair of daggers parallel to each
>other. Either dagger faced an opposing direction.
> The bandages did not allow bleeding to seep through. Isillome
>knew that the man's eyes were ruined... only the Healers would know
>how to mend this back. Perhaps Anarsil could do this... (Isillome
>often heard from Anarsil's teachers how natural she was at healing.)
[Isillome-New]
Isillome kept the man pinned under her. She leaned down and
whispered coldly in his ear. "Who are you and why have you
threatened me and mine? Who hired you to attack me? Are these Dark
Knives assassins after me for the same reason? And why do you think
I am this Mornil woman any ways? Answer my questions and you may yet
live. Please me with your answers, and I'll take you to the Healers
to see if your eyes can be saved. Lie to me and you will not live to
even feel the sun rise upon your face."
Killing a defenseless man was abhorrent to Isillome, but to protect
her sister, she would do almost anything, including sacrificing
herself to ensure her safety. But she needed answers, before the
city guard arrived. With the news that more assassins were in the
city, she wanted to get back to Anarsil as soon as she could.
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From akuma at hickorytech.net Fri Apr 1 18:44:03 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Fri Apr 1 18:41:06 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
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>[DM - Old]
> Andrade had not followed Lennier as he leapt toward Nikita but
>remained in place, placing herself between Alatar and the two rogues.
>
> Nikita had placed herself into Lennier's personal space. She had
>hugged him to herself and cast her gaze warily at those around her.
>She simply said, almost quietly, "Silmaana poison. It was only meant
>to slow all of you down..." Nikita then pointed towards the doorway
>that led to the hallway and added, "... for them..."
>
> Faerindel felt the magical forces gathering within her but it
>took an unusual moment or two for her to focus it properly. When she
>did, she knew all was well. Arthwen's face started to regain it's
>usual pale color almost immediately. She began to stand normally.
> "Thank you," was all Arthwen could mutter weakly.
>
> Over by the doorway appeared three forms. They were dressed in
>black flowing clothing that allowed for ease of movement. They wore
>a black cloth over their lower faces. Their skin was a bronze tan
>color. Their eyes were mostly dark brown with a large store of cold
>malice behind their stare. Framing those eyes were bushy black
>eyebrows.
>
> Nikita placed her hands around Lennier's face to make him face
>her. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I didn't think you'd
>be here so quickly."
>
> Alatar grit his teeth and raised his staff. "Haradrim
>assassins!" he yelled.
> Andrade spun in place towards the doorway. She muttered a curse
>for Nikita.
> Daedred now glanced over to the new threat and walked forward
>towards them.
> Culdor uttered a curse, glanced over at Nikita and Lennier, and
>loudly cursed them too. He forcefully walked towards the two,
>warhammer raised in a combative posture. "Traitors! Assassins!
>You'll not live ta see 'nother day!" he promised at Lennier and
>Nikita.
> Aeren seemed a little confused as to whom the greater threat was
>- the Nikita/Lennier group or the new group of Assassins. He lowered
>his bow slightly as he pondered his target...
[Anarsil-New]
Anarsil gasped as she saw the three dark men at the door. She had
thought going to see a wizard was a wonderful adventure, even if she
didn't even have to leave the city to do so. But it didn't feel so
wonderful right now.
She had never really understood the grimness of her older sister
before. The war of a year ago and never even touched the village of
Dunedains she had grown up in save the wounded Rangers who had
returned from various battles with orcs and the like. It hadn't
seemed all that real before.
Now it seemed all too real, and she shrank back from it; her heart
pounding in her chest. But the healer in her could not leave the
weakened woman unattended. Bracing the woman with her slender
strength she urged her to back away from the impending combat. "Come
milady, neither of us have the strength to stop them, let us retreat
and not hinder the others in taking care of this matter."
She sent a silent prayer that all would be well, as well as a plea to
her sister to come back safe and sound.
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From lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com Sat Apr 2 05:56:28 2005
From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Sat Apr 2 05:56:49 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
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[DM - Old]
Nikita placed her hands around Lennier's face to make him face her. She
looked into his eyes and whispered, "I didn't think you'd be here so
quickly."
[Lennier - New]
Lennier softly kissed her cheek. "Nor I," said Lennier. "We'll make it
through this scrape." As he said this, he looked about for a way of escape
from the room once combat began.
Addressing both the dwarf and the elf who were threatening him and Nikita,
Lennier said, "I came here in response to a notice from one Alatar. I want
to answer his call for a mission about a crown. But what do I find? A fine
example of the great new age promised by King Elessar! Old men, together
with dwarves and elves, ganging up on a local woman. Very noble, indeed,
reminiscient of the rule of Sauron himself! If this Alatar were here, I hope
he would be of such stature as not to permit this. Let us put aside our
misunderstanding for a moment and deal with these newcomers. They do not
appear to be friendly."
Lennier turned toward the men that had just entered the room. Setting his
sight on the first one who had entered, he flung his dagger at him as hard
as he could, saying to Nikita, "Stay close."
Lennier scanned the room to
[OOC]
Observation 34 to find a way of escape.
Diplomacy 29 to make a favorable impression upon Culdor and Aeren. No doubt
there will be penalties given the situation. Ah, well! :)
Missile attack, thrown dagger, OB 42. 100% OB, nothing to DB. (I'm betting
that the fighter types will engage in melee with them before they respond to
me.) I'll then draw another dagger and back away, trying to keep the
threatening dwarf and elf in front of me and Nikita. I maintain a defensive
posture.
Congratulations to Faerindel for the successful overcast! :)
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>Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
>Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 08:54:54 -0500
>
>[Faerindel - Old]
> She went quickly over to Arthwen, noting the girl's symptoms while
>mentally preparing for the spell of poison purification. She tried not to
>think of what would happen if she herself started feeling the effects of
>the
>poison...
>(Faerindel intends to use Poison Purification (Purifications - 3) to cure
>Arthwen of the (suspected) poison. She will take the necessary time to
>prepare.)
>[Anarsil - Old]
> Anarsil smiled as Faerindel came over to help as well. "Muscles,
>bones
>and blood I know well. Of poisons and toxins... of those I know little."
>
>[DM - New]
> Although Anarsil spoke to Faerindel, the elven woman did not answer.
>Faerindel concentrated her will and spoke words of power...
>
>OOC: Technically, some tens of seconds must elapse before spell completes
>but I am not going to be that technical when it's not combat. See below for
>results of this spell.
>
>IC:
>
>[Qadar - Old]
> Qadar had watched proceedings with surprise, not sure quite how to
>react. But seeing Alatar sprawled on the ground he knelt and tried to help
>the old wizard to his feet. "Are you well?" he asked
>
>[DM - New]
> Alatar took Qadar's offered hand and begun to stand up. As he did,
>Alatar said, "I am well, yes. Actually, I am rather more embarrassed than
>anything else..." Then he had stood and glanced towards Arthwen and found
>she was being tended to by the elven woman. So Alatar watched the events
>before him as he stood beside Qadar.
>
>
>[DM - Old]
> Andrade ran forward and unsheathed her sword. She held the tip of her
>blade toward Lennier. She scowled at him as she yelled, "Stand down!"
> Elsewhere, Daedred had already unsheathed his own sword and held it
>ready. Culdor seemed not to have moved at all, but his eyes steadily
>watched
>on. Aeren had already gotten out his longbow and placed an arrow apon it.
>He
>aimed it at Nikita - his face had paled since drinking the wine...
>[Lennier - Old]
> Lennier leapt over the fallen old man, turning his back to the
>sword-wielding woman. Interposing himself between the bow-wielding elf and
>the kneeling Nikita, he knelt down with his back to the elf, drew a dagger,
>looked over his shoulder, and yelled at Nikita's attackers, "What do you
>all
>think you are doing?"
> Turning back to Nikita with a face flush from unaccustomed exertion,
>he
>rasped "What's going on, Nikita? Why are these people attacking you?"
> ...he wrapped an arm around Nikita's waist and said, "Can you stand?"
>And he began to help her up. "Easy does it," he said to her.
>[Anarsil to Lennier/Nikita - Old]
> "So are you another assassin like her? She has already confessed to
>poisoning us. What have we ever done to you?"
> Her eyes softened a little as she looked at Nikita. "Please... If you
>are truly repentant of your crime, tell us what poison you used, and how to
>counter it's effects."
>[Lennier - Old]
> ...responded to the woman's question with halting voice. "Assassin?"
>said Lennier. "No, I...My name is Lennier. I'm an apprentice locksmith."
> Lennier was quite flummoxed. "Nikita, what is this about assassins and
>poisons?"
>
>[DM - New]
> Andrade had not followed Lennier as he leapt toward Nikita but
>remained
>in place, placing herself between Alatar and the two rogues.
>
> Nikita had placed herself into Lennier's personal space. She had
>hugged
>him to herself and cast her gaze warily at those around her. She simply
>said, almost quietly, "Silmaana poison. It was only meant to slow all of
>you
>down..." Nikita then pointed towards the doorway that led to the hallway
>and
>added, "... for them..."
>
> Faerindel felt the magical forces gathering within her but it took an
>unusual moment or two for her to focus it properly. When she did, she knew
>all was well. Arthwen's face started to regain it's usual pale color almost
>immediately. She began to stand normally.
> "Thank you," was all Arthwen could mutter weakly.
>
> Over by the doorway appeared three forms. They were dressed in black
>flowing clothing that allowed for ease of movement. They wore a black cloth
>over their lower faces. Their skin was a bronze tan color. Their eyes were
>mostly dark brown with a large store of cold malice behind their stare.
>Framing those eyes were bushy black eyebrows.
>
> Nikita placed her hands around Lennier's face to make him face her.
>She
>looked into his eyes and whispered, "I didn't think you'd be here so
>quickly."
>
> Alatar grit his teeth and raised his staff. "Haradrim assassins!" he
>yelled.
> Andrade spun in place towards the doorway. She muttered a curse for
>Nikita.
> Daedred now glanced over to the new threat and walked forward towards
>them.
> Culdor uttered a curse, glanced over at Nikita and Lennier, and loudly
>cursed them too. He forcefully walked towards the two, warhammer raised in
>a
>combative posture. "Traitors! Assassins! You'll not live ta see 'nother
>day!" he promised at Lennier and Nikita.
> Aeren seemed a little confused as to whom the greater threat was - the
>Nikita/Lennier group or the new group of Assassins. He lowered his bow
>slightly as he pondered his target...
>
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Sat Apr 2 11:26:30 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Sat Apr 2 11:26:30 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Posting XP
Message-ID: <20050402192626.NCOD16985.tomts36-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
It's that time again. This is helping me keep track of game strength in
regards to posting rates. Remember that 5 XP is given per post, and I still
must give out roleplaying and other kinds of non-combat XPI have been
updating combat XP as it happens, so as far as that is concerned, it is up
to date.
Isillome/Anarsil are two characters, I know, but the # of posts are added up
and given for both characters. Posting XP is given per player, not per
character.
-= Active Players # of posts =-
Isillome/Anarsil: 12
Lennier: 9
Faerindel: 8
Qadar: 6
Bailey: 4 (started 1/2 way into the month)
-= Inactive PCs # of posts =-
Arthwen: 3
Harm: 3
Steve Moniz
Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Mon Apr 4 12:33:57 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Mon Apr 4 12:33:58 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Arval Farro - Reintroduction
Message-ID: <20050404193351.BRPG16985.tomts36-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
OOC: well, it's been more than a few days since this was due! Here is is
finally.
IC:
[DM - New]
Arval stood at the top of the wall that separated the city of Minas
Tirith to that of Wooden-Town, which was the slums. Arval had only arrived a
moment ago, answering the call of the warning bell that spelled out trouble.
>From this vantage point Arval could see below into Wooden-Town. He saw that
a massive crowd of the dwellers had gathered and had been rioting. The city
watch had kept them easily away from the gates and had begun to push the
crowd back towards the buildings of Wooden-Town. They numbered about ten in
all. The pushing they had been doing seemed to inflame those at the head of
the crowd.
"Flaming, boiling open sores!" came a curse uttered by a familiar voice
that Arval recognized. It was his superior, Sergeant Kelgaar. He had stood
beside Arval and now pointed down at the crowd. Arval could smell the stink
of his breath as he drawled, "I need ya to go down thar an' investigate!
Knock heads if ya wants ta but I wanna find out who dunnit! Betcha it wazza
drunkard who started that thar mess..."
Sergeant Kelgaar shook his head, gurgled deeply as he inhaled and spat
out over the wall. He cocked an eye at Arval and muttered, "Bring who dunnit
ta me. Best if ya works it alone. They can smell Watch like it was a bad
smell or somethin'! If they know youz a Watch then ya mights as well give up
and come back ta me. Then I can send someone else in thar."
OCC: bad spelling intentional. Let me know if you need me to translate. ;)
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Mon Apr 4 13:41:08 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Mon Apr 4 13:41:06 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Inns
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[Bailey - Old]
"If anyone can hear me, I could use some help! There's a psychotic
dwarf and an assassin trying to kill me up here!"
Not waiting for a reply, hoping his plea for help distracted Dorrd
momentarily, Bailey launched himself forward at the dwarf lord seeking to
end the betrayers life.
[Brenna - Old]
Brenna blocked the exit down the stairs. She glared at the man in front
of her, holding her spear out in defence and called out.
"In the name o' Araw, stop! Sheath yer weapons and do not harm the
child"
[DM - New]
The assassin who had the lookout yelped in warning. He took an
aggressive posture towards Brenna. Dorrd had not time to react to the
newcomer - the Halfling had come forward and attacked him with this
shortsword.
Bailey's shortsword swiped along the side of Dorrd's face, taking along
some skin and a portion of his beard. Dorrd yelped in pain and mostly
surprise as he tried to counter the Halfling's blade. Bailey had been too
skillful for Dorrd so far. Even the dwarf who had stood beside Dorrd
attacked Bailey and missed - the floor resounded with a loud thud as the
dwarf's battleaxe impacted the floor after he missed. Bailey had simply not
been there as a target for the attacks: he dodged out of the way.
Almost the same time, the assassin jumped off the the stairs towards
Brenna - his dagger held out in front of him. Brenna could not believe the
recklessness of the man's attack such that it had caused her to hesitate.
Before she could bring her spear to bear, the assassin landed. The man's
dagger missed her completely but his body had impacted into her. Brenna
stumbled leftward into a nearby table and knocked the breath out of her. The
assassin tumbled onto the ground with a large huffing noise.
OOC: Brenna, sorry to say that your first attack ever in this RPG was a
fumble. You're stunned two rounds. It seems that the assassin is in similar
circumstances as well...
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From darkangel at gci.net Mon Apr 4 13:59:55 2005
From: darkangel at gci.net (Jim Chalder)
Date: Mon Apr 4 14:00:17 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Inns
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"Ah ha!" cried Bailey with righteous glee and continued his attack soley
on Dorrd, but ever aware his henchman was right next to him
From steviebates at yahoo.com Wed Apr 6 07:18:10 2005
From: steviebates at yahoo.com (Stephen Bates)
Date: Wed Apr 6 07:18:13 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Inns
In-Reply-To: 6667
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[GM - Old]
> OOC: Brenna, sorry to say that your first attack ever in
> this RPG was a fumble. You're stunned two rounds.
[OOC: Argh, those pesky dice! I hope this isn't a sign of things to
come...]
[GM - Old]
> The man's dagger missed her completely but his body had
> impacted into her. Brenna stumbled leftward into a nearby
> table and knocked the breath out of her. The
> assassin tumbled onto the ground with a large huffing noise.
[Brenna - New]
Brenna shook her head, trying to bring things into focus. This just
caused her grey-streaked red hair to mess up even more than normal. As
she tried to get up her pet mouse, Bloran, jumped out of her pocket
and scampered off to hide somewhere safer.
Brenna hadn't expected the man to leap at her like that. She'd hoped
the man and the dwarves would stop what they were doing. Instead, the
man had drawn a dagger and leapt down the stairs! Brenna tried to
wonder why he would act so desperately. However, the attack by the man
and collision into the table had left her feeling groggy.
Vague thoughts of the dwarves upstairs reminded her of the young lad
who was being attacked. He was in trouble and she needed to get up the
stairs to help him. This other man would wait. Struggling, she
muttered a quick prayer to her god and tried to make her way back to
the stairway and up the stairs.
[OOC: Not sure what I can do whilst stunned other than not attack. If
anyone attacks (eg. the fallen assassin) then parry with half OB. If I
can't move much then just wait to shrug off the stun. Otherwise, try
to make it up the stairs to help Bailey out and distract/attack a
dwarf in two rounds time. Whether the ferocious hobbit needs my help
is another matter ;-) ]
Steve/Brenna.
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From naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com Wed Apr 6 07:25:02 2005
From: naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com (David McGrogan)
Date: Wed Apr 6 07:25:07 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
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Qadar felt his heart leap when he heard Alatar's cry. Haradrim assassins?
Turning to the door to face the men he held his hands up in an effort to
placate them. "My brothers!" he said, in Haradraic. "What is this? Why are
you here?"
>From: "RMFRP GM" <rmfrp@geoste.com>
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>To: <rmfrp_pbem@geoste.com>
>Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
>Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 08:54:54 -0500
>
>[Faerindel - Old]
> She went quickly over to Arthwen, noting the girl's symptoms while
>mentally preparing for the spell of poison purification. She tried not to
>think of what would happen if she herself started feeling the effects of
>the
>poison...
>(Faerindel intends to use Poison Purification (Purifications - 3) to cure
>Arthwen of the (suspected) poison. She will take the necessary time to
>prepare.)
>[Anarsil - Old]
> Anarsil smiled as Faerindel came over to help as well. "Muscles,
>bones
>and blood I know well. Of poisons and toxins... of those I know little."
>
>[DM - New]
> Although Anarsil spoke to Faerindel, the elven woman did not answer.
>Faerindel concentrated her will and spoke words of power...
>
>OOC: Technically, some tens of seconds must elapse before spell completes
>but I am not going to be that technical when it's not combat. See below for
>results of this spell.
>
>IC:
>
>[Qadar - Old]
> Qadar had watched proceedings with surprise, not sure quite how to
>react. But seeing Alatar sprawled on the ground he knelt and tried to help
>the old wizard to his feet. "Are you well?" he asked
>
>[DM - New]
> Alatar took Qadar's offered hand and begun to stand up. As he did,
>Alatar said, "I am well, yes. Actually, I am rather more embarrassed than
>anything else..." Then he had stood and glanced towards Arthwen and found
>she was being tended to by the elven woman. So Alatar watched the events
>before him as he stood beside Qadar.
>
>
>[DM - Old]
> Andrade ran forward and unsheathed her sword. She held the tip of her
>blade toward Lennier. She scowled at him as she yelled, "Stand down!"
> Elsewhere, Daedred had already unsheathed his own sword and held it
>ready. Culdor seemed not to have moved at all, but his eyes steadily
>watched
>on. Aeren had already gotten out his longbow and placed an arrow apon it.
>He
>aimed it at Nikita - his face had paled since drinking the wine...
>[Lennier - Old]
> Lennier leapt over the fallen old man, turning his back to the
>sword-wielding woman. Interposing himself between the bow-wielding elf and
>the kneeling Nikita, he knelt down with his back to the elf, drew a dagger,
>looked over his shoulder, and yelled at Nikita's attackers, "What do you
>all
>think you are doing?"
> Turning back to Nikita with a face flush from unaccustomed exertion,
>he
>rasped "What's going on, Nikita? Why are these people attacking you?"
> ...he wrapped an arm around Nikita's waist and said, "Can you stand?"
>And he began to help her up. "Easy does it," he said to her.
>[Anarsil to Lennier/Nikita - Old]
> "So are you another assassin like her? She has already confessed to
>poisoning us. What have we ever done to you?"
> Her eyes softened a little as she looked at Nikita. "Please... If you
>are truly repentant of your crime, tell us what poison you used, and how to
>counter it's effects."
>[Lennier - Old]
> ...responded to the woman's question with halting voice. "Assassin?"
>said Lennier. "No, I...My name is Lennier. I'm an apprentice locksmith."
> Lennier was quite flummoxed. "Nikita, what is this about assassins and
>poisons?"
>
>[DM - New]
> Andrade had not followed Lennier as he leapt toward Nikita but
>remained
>in place, placing herself between Alatar and the two rogues.
>
> Nikita had placed herself into Lennier's personal space. She had
>hugged
>him to herself and cast her gaze warily at those around her. She simply
>said, almost quietly, "Silmaana poison. It was only meant to slow all of
>you
>down..." Nikita then pointed towards the doorway that led to the hallway
>and
>added, "... for them..."
>
> Faerindel felt the magical forces gathering within her but it took an
>unusual moment or two for her to focus it properly. When she did, she knew
>all was well. Arthwen's face started to regain it's usual pale color almost
>immediately. She began to stand normally.
> "Thank you," was all Arthwen could mutter weakly.
>
> Over by the doorway appeared three forms. They were dressed in black
>flowing clothing that allowed for ease of movement. They wore a black cloth
>over their lower faces. Their skin was a bronze tan color. Their eyes were
>mostly dark brown with a large store of cold malice behind their stare.
>Framing those eyes were bushy black eyebrows.
>
> Nikita placed her hands around Lennier's face to make him face her.
>She
>looked into his eyes and whispered, "I didn't think you'd be here so
>quickly."
>
> Alatar grit his teeth and raised his staff. "Haradrim assassins!" he
>yelled.
> Andrade spun in place towards the doorway. She muttered a curse for
>Nikita.
> Daedred now glanced over to the new threat and walked forward towards
>them.
> Culdor uttered a curse, glanced over at Nikita and Lennier, and loudly
>cursed them too. He forcefully walked towards the two, warhammer raised in
>a
>combative posture. "Traitors! Assassins! You'll not live ta see 'nother
>day!" he promised at Lennier and Nikita.
> Aeren seemed a little confused as to whom the greater threat was - the
>Nikita/Lennier group or the new group of Assassins. He lowered his bow
>slightly as he pondered his target...
>
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Wed Apr 6 12:51:27 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Thu Apr 7 01:30:05 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
Message-ID: <20050406195118.ZVDL27508.tomts16-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
OOC: okay, 1st round...
IC:
[DM - Old]
Alatar grit his teeth and raised his staff. "Haradrim assassins!" he
yelled.
Andrade spun in place towards the doorway. She muttered a curse for
Nikita.
Daedred now glanced over to the new threat and walked forward towards
them.
Aeren seemed a little confused as to whom the greater threat was...
[Faerindel - Old]
She put herself between the assassins and Arthwen and Anarsil,
instinctively trying to protect the women, and took what she hoped was a
defensive pose.
[Anarsil - Old]
Bracing the woman with her slender strength she urged her (Arthwen) to
back away from the impending combat. "Come milady, neither of us have the
strength to stop them, let us retreat and not hinder the others in taking
care of this matter."
[DM - New]
Faerindel stepped to protect Anarsil and Arthwen. Aeren took the cue and
stepped in place beside Faerindel. His arrow was aimed at the new danger.
Anarsil took Arthwen with her towards the south wall, where doors to the
kitchen stood. Arthwen did manage to carry her own weight and Anarsil could
see that in a mere moment most of her strength had returned.
Arthwen protested, "I should help..." Even though the protest was made,
Arthwen continued with Anarsil.
Andrade concentrated on the assassins as Daedred stepped beside her. His
bastardsword was ready in his hand.
"Too much going on..." Andrade had muttered with frustration, to which
Daedred replied, "Defend yourself, capture prisoners, ask questions later."
[Qadar - Old]
Turning to the door to face the men he held his hands up in an effort to
placate them. "My brothers!" he said, in Haradraic. "What is this? Why are
you here?"
[DM - New]
The three assassins had moved into the room and took up defensive
postures. There were more behind them, another three at least, who were also
making to enter the room.
One of the original three answered, "We've come for the Grey Wizard, and
all those who may be in league with him." The assassin gave a signal.
That signal was heeded by one of the assassins behind the first three.
He began muttering words and held his bare hands out in the direction of
Alatar (which included some of the party).
The assassin held aloft a shortsword and leveled it at Qadar. "Brother,
so it you may be - prepare to die." The assassin said louder, "KILL THEM!"
The assassins came rushing forward...
Aeren let fly his arrow. It struck the assassin who answered Qadar,
right across the shoulder and collarbone - the arrow had not stuck. That
assassin took a few steps backward.
Daedred huffed with effort as his blade bore across into one of the
assassins to the left of the one who spoke. That assassin screamed in agony
and fell to the floor after the bastardsword had cut into the assassin's
armpit and into his ribs...
Andrade saw the assassin (to the right of the answering assassin) come
right at her. She spun her blade towards him and impaled him through the
stomach with her longsword. She withdrew the blade from his body -
painfully. The assassin gargled in pain but came forward and swiped his
shortsword at her. That attack was only a weak one and failed to make more
than a slight cut across Andrade's upper arm.
[DM - Old]
Culdor uttered a curse, glanced over at Nikita and Lennier, and loudly
cursed them too. He forcefully walked towards the two, warhammer raised in a
combative posture. "Traitors! Assassins! You'll not live ta see 'nother
day!" he promised at Lennier and Nikita.
[Lennier - Old]
Addressing both the dwarf and the elf who were threatening him and
Nikita, Lennier said, "I came here in response to a notice from one Alatar.
I want to answer his call ... Let us put aside our misunderstanding for a
moment and deal with these newcomers. They do not appear to be friendly."
Lennier turned toward the men that had just entered the room. Setting
his sight on the first one who had entered, he flung his dagger at him as
hard as he could, saying to Nikita, "Stay close."
[DM - New]
Culdor stiffened in mid-step and bared his teeth. Then he looked
sideways towards the assassins and grunted in agreement as he turned to
them. He raised his warhammer in defense...
Lennier had looked around for a way out and saw two closed doors on the
south wall. Just as the assassins began their charge, Lennier heard the
sound of Nikita drawing out a dagger. She had been similarly armed with a
broadsword as well. She looked to the south wall, pointed and nodded at
Lennier, indicating a way out.
Lennier then he took his dagger and threw it with much might towards one
of the charging assassins. Unfortunately, it sailed into the air and onto
the floor. He heard Nikita stifle a bark of laughter. "Disarming ourselves?"
she said with quick mirth.
There was a sudden and slight brightness that contrasted the room. It
had come from the direction of Alatar. It was indeed him that stood beside a
shimmering oval of a circle that was mostly blue in color but it also had
all other visible colors of the rainbow mixed in with it. In it's center was
a faded scene of a white marbled room with red carpeting on the floor.
Alatar pointed towards the magical portal. "Through here! Step through
it to safety!" he urged everyone.
OOC: one assassin down, 2 wounded, 3 more visible and 2 more behind those.
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From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Thu Apr 7 01:30:06 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Streets
Message-ID: <20050406200652.DOPV25800.tomts13-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
[Isillome - Old]
Isillome kept the man pinned under her. She leaned down and whispered
coldly in his ear. "Who are you and why have you threatened me and mine?
Who hired you to attack me? Are these Dark Knives assassins after me for
the same reason? And why do you think I am this Mornil woman any ways?
Answer my questions and you may yet live. Please me with your answers, and
I'll take you to the Healers to see if your eyes can be saved. Lie to me
and you will not live to even feel the sun rise upon your face."
[DM - New]
The assassin spat out blood from his mouth and managed to say, "Rhusul.
Rhusul is looking for his daughters... you... and Durwen."
The assassin cleared his throat once more, spitting up more blood again
(Isillome now thought that perhaps the blood was seeping into his throat
from his nose). The assassin ventured, "I worked more for your father's
cause than the Knives... bring me to the healers and I can tell you more.
Much more!"
Around Isillome could now be heard the sound of someone walking down the
street. Whoever it was, they were whistling a tune. The rate of the
footsteps was unhurried. However, Isillome could also hear the tell tale
signs of that same person wearing armor. When Isillome stole a glance, she
saw that it was a City Watchman. He hadn't noticed them and he was walking
VERY slowly. The guard even took the time to kick a small rock down the
road.
The guard was a human man who wore chain armor. On his belt was worn a
longsword. One hand was empty but the other held a clay jug aloft. The man's
walk betrayed signs of one who has taken drink of some alcohol - he swayed
only little, and if one wasn't watchful, they could easily miss the vague
swagger.
The assassin below Isillome prompted, "What of it? Take me to the healer
and I shall tell you more. I hear someone coming..."
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From lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com Fri Apr 8 16:43:52 2005
From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Fri Apr 8 16:43:58 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
Message-ID: <BAY24-F82EC15509686A763D1815F03F0@phx.gbl>
[DM - Old]
There was a sudden and slight brightness that contrasted the room. It had
come from the direction of Alatar. It was indeed him that stood beside a
shimmering oval of a circle that was mostly blue in color but it also had
all other visible colors of the rainbow mixed in with it. In its center was
a faded scene of a white marbled room with red carpeting on the floor.
Alatar pointed towards the magical portal. "Through here! Step through it to
safety!" he urged everyone.
[Lennier - New]
Lennier looked anxiously at Nikita. "I don't know what happened here, and I
don't know why the wizard was upset with you. But one thing I DO know is
that these assassins are more than we can handle. As much as I'd like to
escape with you through a back door, I think our chances are better with the
wizard -- if his reputation holds true."
Lennier held out his hand to Nikita as he dashed to the magical portal.
OOC: I'm through the portal whether Nikita takes my hand or not (unless of
course she holds me back, in which case....well, let's just see how the
rolling goes, shall we? :)
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From: naka_kaigan_dee at hotmail.com (David McGrogan)
Date: Sun Apr 10 06:54:14 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
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Message-ID: <BAY13-F26B29E2D0BE9B19AC4F572A5310@phx.gbl>
>[DM - Old]
>There was a sudden and slight brightness that contrasted the room. It had
>come from the direction of Alatar. It was indeed him that stood beside a
>shimmering oval of a circle that was mostly blue in color but it also had
>all other visible colors of the rainbow mixed in with it. In its center was
>a faded scene of a white marbled room with red carpeting on the floor.
>
>Alatar pointed towards the magical portal. "Through here! Step through it
>to safety!" he urged everyone.
Qadar took another look at the Haradrim and shook his head at the vain hope
of pursuading them to stop. He then glanced at the portal Alatar had
summoned. He had no idea what to do, but eventually he simply stepped
through.
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From akuma at hickorytech.net Sun Apr 10 08:52:20 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Sun Apr 10 08:59:58 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses
In-Reply-To: <BAY13-F26B29E2D0BE9B19AC4F572A5310@phx.gbl>
References: <BAY13-F26B29E2D0BE9B19AC4F572A5310@phx.gbl>
Message-ID: <a05200f11be7efa2dcbc7@[10.0.1.2]>
At 10:54 PM +0900 4/10/05, David McGrogan wrote:
>>[DM - Old]
>>There was a sudden and slight brightness that contrasted the room.
>>It had come from the direction of Alatar. It was indeed him that
>>stood beside a shimmering oval of a circle that was mostly blue in
>>color but it also had all other visible colors of the rainbow mixed
>>in with it. In its center was a faded scene of a white marbled room
>>with red carpeting on the floor.
>>
>>Alatar pointed towards the magical portal. "Through here! Step
>>through it to safety!" he urged everyone.
>
>Qadar took another look at the Haradrim and shook his head at the
>vain hope of pursuading them to stop. He then glanced at the portal
>Alatar had summoned. He had no idea what to do, but eventually he
>simply stepped through.
Anarsil started for a moment at the glowing circle in amazement.
Shaking herself free from the wonder of it all, she helped Arthwen
towards the portal. "Trust a wizard to come up with a handy exit."
she told the woman lightly, trying to hide her fears.
Once they reached Alatar's side, Anarsil asked him, "What of my
sister? She and Lord Elladan no doubt will be returning shortly. How
will they know where to find us? What if the assassins are still
here?"
OOC: If Alatar has a good enough answer for her, Anarsil will step
through on her own (ie- he will send a message, they are going to the
Houses of Healing, etc). If not, her indecision will mean that she
won't enter the portal under her own power this round, although
someone certainly could push/pull her through.
From akuma at hickorytech.net Sun Apr 10 09:04:52 2005
From: akuma at hickorytech.net (akuma@hickorytech.net)
Date: Sun Apr 10 09:00:33 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Streets
In-Reply-To: <20050406200652.DOPV25800.tomts13-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
References: <20050406200652.DOPV25800.tomts13-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
Message-ID: <a05200f12be7efc394695@[10.0.1.2]>
At 4:07 PM -0400 4/6/05, RMFRP GM wrote:
>[Isillome - Old]
> Isillome kept the man pinned under her. She leaned down and
>whispered coldly in his ear. "Who are you and why have you
>threatened me and mine? Who hired you to attack me? Are these Dark
>Knives assassins after me for the same reason? And why do you think
>I am this Mornil woman any ways? Answer my questions and you may
>yet live. Please me with your answers, and I'll take you to the
>Healers to see if your eyes can be saved. Lie to me and you will
>not live to even feel the sun rise upon your face."
>
>[DM - New]
> The assassin spat out blood from his mouth and managed to say,
>"Rhusul. Rhusul is looking for his daughters... you... and Durwen."
> The assassin cleared his throat once more, spitting up more
>blood again (Isillome now thought that perhaps the blood was seeping
>into his throat from his nose). The assassin ventured, "I worked
>more for your father's cause than the Knives... bring me to the
>healers and I can tell you more. Much more!"
>
> Around Isillome could now be heard the sound of someone walking
>down the street. Whoever it was, they were whistling a tune. The
>rate of the footsteps was unhurried. However, Isillome could also
>hear the tell tale signs of that same person wearing armor. When
>Isillome stole a glance, she saw that it was a City Watchman. He
>hadn't noticed them and he was walking VERY slowly. The guard even
>took the time to kick a small rock down the road.
> The guard was a human man who wore chain armor. On his belt was
>worn a longsword. One hand was empty but the other held a clay jug
>aloft. The man's walk betrayed signs of one who has taken drink of
>some alcohol - he swayed only little, and if one wasn't watchful,
>they could easily miss the vague swagger.
>
> The assassin below Isillome prompted, "What of it? Take me to
>the healer and I shall tell you more. I hear someone coming..."
Isillome clamped one hand over the assassin's mouth, the other griped
his throat hard enough to restrict his breathing for a moment before
releasing the pressure. "You dare to bargain with me?" she hissed
menacingly into his ear. "I hold your life in my hands, you are in
no position to make bargains. Tell me your name. Tell me why the
Dark Knives are after me. And tell me why you think I am this Mornil
you and Rhusul seek. If you fail again to answer these questions, I
will kill you."
As she spoke, she looked his deep in his eyes, searching for signs of
deception or truth.
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Mon Apr 11 08:51:53 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Mon Apr 11 08:51:59 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Need Time Off
Message-ID: <20050411155156.SDOY25800.tomts13-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
Hi Everyone,
I need to take time off from the game until about May 3rd or 4th, which is
when I expect to return for play. I am moving residence and need the time to
pack and plan things out accordingly. I plan on making a few more posts real
soon within the next few days - but afterward my PC will be offline.
Steve Moniz
Crusaders of Middle Earth RPG
http://www.geoste.com/rmfrp/
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From rmfrp at geoste.com Tue Apr 12 06:47:04 2005
From: rmfrp at geoste.com (RMFRP GM)
Date: Tue Apr 12 06:47:11 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] ...Of Guesthouses and Streets
Message-ID: <20050412134704.RUPZ16985.tomts36-srv.bellnexxia.net@stevepc>
OOC: I am going with the assumption that Faerindel stepped through the
portal as well.
<<Old Guesthouse>>
[Lennier - Old]
Lennier looked anxiously at Nikita. "I don't know what happened here,
and I don't know why the wizard was upset with you. But one thing I DO know
is that these assassins are more than we can handle. As much as I'd like to
escape with you through a back door, I think our chances are better with the
wizard -- if his reputation holds true."
Lennier held out his hand to Nikita as he dashed to the magical portal.
[DM - New]
Nikita took one quick look around and then gripped Lennier's hand
tightly. She ran with him to the portal and the two stepped through...
[Anarsil - Old]
Once they reached Alatar's side, Anarsil asked him, "What of my sister?
She and Lord Elladan no doubt will be returning shortly. How will they know
where to find us? What if the assassins are still here?"
[DM - New]
Alatar focused on Anarsil for a moment as Arthwen stepped through the
portal. "Let me deal with that! Go! Go to safety!" he admonished Anarsil.
When it seemed to Alatar that she had been hesitating (whether true or not),
Alatar placed his hand firmly behind her back and actually pushed her
towards it.
[Qadar - Old]
Qadar took another look at the Haradrim and shook his head at the vain
hope of persuading them to stop. He then glanced at the portal Alatar had
summoned. He had no idea what to do, but eventually he simply stepped
through.
[DM - New]
Just before Qadar had stepped through, Alatar called out again to the
others: "Come! Step through to safety!"
Culdor laughed as he surged forward and struck mightily with his
warhammer. "Go! Get out of here!" he yelled out.
Sir Fairbane sliced through another assassin and replied, "No! We can
take them!"
Andrade had backed off from the assassins she had been facing. Culdor
was now making the assassins wary of him, so Andrade said, "Let's go!" With
that, she turned and ran for the portal.
Culdor grunted to Fairbane, "See you in Moria!" He then yelled loudly
and pressed his attack. Fairbane began to retreat his attack as well.
Qadar stepped through the portal...
<<Somewhere else>>
Lennier and Nikita stepped through into a marbled room with a deep red
carpet that lay on the floor. A moment or two afterward, Anarsil and then
Qadar came through to join them. Yet another moment afterward, Faerindel,
Aeren, Andrade and Fairbane arrived. Finally, Alatar had stepped through and
arrived.
For everyone, there followed a few moments of disorientation. A soft but
then rapid wind trilled off instantly to a sucking noise as the portal
closed behind Alatar.
It was only a matter of another moment where everyone could shrug off
the disorientation of magical travel.
Alatar gasped in pain as he sank to his knees. A dagger protruded from
his chest all the way to the hilt. He was still conscious and his breathing
was ragged. "I'm so sorry..." he breathed.
Culdor, the dwarven warrior, was no where to be seen.
<<A street in Minas Tirith>>
[Isillome - Old]
Isillome clamped one hand over the assassin's mouth, the other griped
his throat hard enough to restrict his breathing for a moment before
releasing the pressure. "You dare to bargain with me?" she hissed
menacingly into his ear. "I hold your life in my hands, you are in no
position to make bargains. Tell me your name. Tell me why the Dark Knives
are after me. And tell me why you think I am this Mornil you and Rhusul
seek. If you fail again to answer these questions, I will kill you."
[DM - New]
The assassin's now ruined eyes could not be seen through the bandage
that Isillome had placed there, so she did not have that to rely on in
regard to perceiving lies from the man.
"I am given at birth as Aglor..." the man explained through lingering
pain. "I was shown that you are Mornil by a magical vision. A secret society
of Wizards who are not of Isengard trusted the mission to the Dark Knives. I
am not exactly allied with them but I am from another group from the land of
Harad. Your father was the one who originally gave me the task of hunting
you both down to bring you to him. I contacted the Dark Knives here in order
to further that end. I had to work with them as exchange for the
information..."
The assassin grit his teeth and inhaled through his mouth that way in
order to ease through a moment of pain. Then he relaxed somewhat and
explained further, "I had a contradiction. They wanted to kill you without
mercy. I'd prefer you alive since your father does as well. If you were dead
that would have been disappointing but not so much as if you were both dead.
Your father's condition was 'one or both alive, but one must be brought back
to me alive'. I learned only this for the reason why: a ritual of rebirth
for someone named Arlothe."
The assassin shrugged, showing his ignorance. "Magicians are all crazy,
but they pay well."
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From: lennier_harmagin at hotmail.com (Lennier Harmagin)
Date: Sat Apr 16 13:06:10 2005
Subject: [rmfrp_pbem] Through the portal
Message-ID: <BAY24-F36C657ABE34BBCCD6FFC1DF0370@phx.gbl>
<<Right after emerging from the magical portal. Present: NPCs Alatar
(wounded), Sir Daedred Fairbane, Aeren Sylvasenen, Nikita, Anarsil
(controlled by Isillome), Andrade the White; PCs Lennier and Qadar>>
Lennier groaned. Not only was he was slightly nauseous from the magical
travel, he also knew that a dagger protruded from the only person that could
get him back to Minas Tirith. Not knowing their current location, Lennier
wondered whether he would ever find a way back to Minas Tirith so he could
meet Edjekk and get that ring promised by Millat Quarikt. Dammit, this
wasn't going the way it was supposed to!
Lennier cast a worried frown around the party, but tried to keep a brave
face for Nikita. Still holding her hand, he turned to Anarsil and said, "I
heard back in the Inn that you were some kind of healer or something. Please
do what you can to save the wizard!"
OOC: Observation skill 34 as he scans about the party and their location.
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