[Battle For The Four Islands] Chapter One- Artic Misadventures

The flurries of snow fall slowly, ashes of white drifting down from the heavens in a slow uneven pattern, A slighty warm breeze blows off the ocean. That is warm compared to the temperature on land. The world is very silent for you all except the slight whisper of the wind and the air of the ocean.

You find yourself on the south shore of the slightly large island, small white mountains to your east and west, giving the island a pincer like setting.

(Now where the players are, if your character isn't done yet your not in so finish the characters so I can put you in!)

Bokaru
You sit upon a wet box of supplies that drifted ashore from the wreckage, the snowy sand around you is covered in red, bodies of wolves and soldiers lie lifeless a reminder of the fight for your life merely minutes ago. The bloody water is awful shade of pink. To the east you see a ship turn and drive away.

Marcus
The devious merchant takes off leaving you stranded on this island and cold to. As you departed from your ship you heard the sounds of screams and wolves coming from the west. This sound alerts your dogs and they bark wildly smelling some scent in the air unkown to you.

Josfre (Don't know how you got here, but it works)
You stand alone on the beach, alone no with way to leave, your thoguhts muddled in your mind as the cold brushes up against your face. As you walk along the beach you see a Gisen soldier approch toward you from the east. He is clutching his neck, a stream of red flowing through the open flap in his throat. He falls to the floor and gasps "Ship gone wolves" is all he can get out before he coughs up some mroe blood and dies.

At the sight of the departing ship, Bokaru leaps to his feet and sprints along the beach.

"WAIT!" he bellows, waving his arms wildly. Seeing that the ship shows no sign of stopping, he falls to his knees on the sand, a grim look crossing his face.

Marcus is rather busy unloading supplies as he turns and notices his lifeline departing. "Hmmm, it may well be that I miscalculated the honesty of that captain. Certainly that is something I must consider in the future. People are so damned inconsistent. Castor, Pollox, what has you so riled?"

As he hears barking in the distance he fetches out his crossbow and loads it. He then also makes sure all of his elixirs are loaded handily into his potion belt and bandoleer. He then scans the horizon for approaching threats.

buzzard

Marcus

Marcus notices nothing...Nothing but the fears of his dogs, and the cool drops of snow upon his brow. As he continuely scans the Horzion he sees a figure jumping up and down flaing his arms widely as Marcus's ship departs.

Marcus's dogs notice this aswell and there ears perk up trying to lsiten in on what the man is screaming.

"How odd, I thought this island was uninhabited. Must be another foolish castaway. Maybe we could join forces." The dogs continue to look at him uncomprehendingly, but he is used to that. "Castor, Pollux, STAY. You remain here and watch the camp." He then begins to move towards the flailing figure in the distance. Keeping his crossbow handy in case the person proves to be a threat.

buzzard

Bokaru raises his gaze from the sand, and studies the approaching figure. He regains his feet, and hand on the hilt of his katana, calls out.

"Who are you? A native of this god-forsaken isle, or brought here by misfortune like my own?" he gestures at the bodies littering the beach.

[Golden Eagle]

Phillip: You are sitting in your recently set up camp, a little up the shore, but still some distance from the Snowy hills and forest further north. The hills hold a sense of unnamed fear, and the view of the forests is a mesmerizing shade of white and green.

As you finished unpacking, you attention is drawn by the sounds of battle. Moving to a slight rise in the ground, you can but watch as a group of soldiers are slaughtered by a pack of wolves. All but one that is. He drives back the wolves, killing many of the pack, and sending the rest fleeing towards the forest. You then see this remaining soldier waving wildly as another ship drives away.

Jarval said:

"Who are you? A native of this god-forsaken isle, or brought here by misfortune like my own?" he gestures at the bodies littering the beach.

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"Oh, you mean someone lives on this island. That's a new bit of information. I was told it was uninhabited. I must note that in my journal." Marcus then notices the many bodies littering the area "Oh my! You've had it a bit rough eh? I've certainly had no major misfortune like this. The ship you had been waving at was mine, well maybe it was meant to be mine. The captain decided that he'd had enough of my gold and departed without fulfilling his contract. Waving at him will only likely give him amusement. People are just so unreliable. Oh, I mean certain people. I don't mean you of course. Well, it doesn't look like there's much to keep you here. I do have the makings for a camp back that way, and I can provide you with some rations. I do recall that wolves are edible, so that could extend our supplies. Oh, and when we get back to camp, let my dogs smell you. They's good fellows, just a touch protective. "

Then, without really waiting for a response he turns and heads back toward his camp. Abruptly turning around he says"Oh yes, who am I? I am Marcus Perbletious, an Alchemist by trade, at your service. Come along, we best have the tent set up before the weather chills with nightfall. "

buzzard

to the others "Are you all right? Come to my camp and warm up. You can rest safely. It looks like this deserted Tundra isn't deserted after all *smiles warmly* I am Phillip. My tent is already set if we join camps we will better defend against more canine attackers. I have some water boiling for tea."

GE

Bokaru nods to Marcus and Phillip.

"I am Bokaru Kitsuki, currently of the Eagle clan. I'd be most glad of some tea, my thanks."