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

[Jemal]

"Take, for instance, My axe." Rak'al says suddenly, motioning to his blade. "Well made it is, indeed, but it is technologically the inferior of many newer swords. Do you doubt the effect to which you have seen it used, though? The world does not progress by throwing out the old and embracing the new, but neither does hanging blindly onto the old traditions move us forward. The only way we can truely better ourselves is to use the 'best of both worlds' as it were. Think how impressive indeed this technology of yours would be if it was further empowered with magical Enchantements!" Rak'al pauses to eat some of his food, wondering what else his new-found friends have to say on the subject.

 

[buzzard]

"We are but at the dawn of the era of the gun. Do you somehow think that these guns are the end all of how good they will get? The first iron weapons were of poor quality as well, but I won't catch you saying that iron was not an advance. In a few hundred years archery will merely be a sport for amusement. "
He sips again at his tea.
"Then again, maybe you are right warriors may always prefer bow. But then again armies, and soldiers will always beat warriors. Discipline and organization are very effective tools- not to mention technology of course. As for the blending of magic and technology, somehow I suspect that won't work. The elitist nature of magic is somewhat preventive of that. Also, in my studies, I have found that magicians must actually impart something of themselves into their creations. Thus the creation of large quantities of these magic items will drain the creator into a withered husk. There is no such problem with technology. I can make my elixirs, with all their wonderous abilities at no cost to my well being. The smith who made these guns could make his wonder in just as easy a fashion. If I were to be creating a great army, magic would simply not be a viable option for the equippage of my legions. "

buzzard

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"I suppose we'll see, but as I'm not in an army, I'll stick to crystal weapons and magic."

 

[Jarval]

Bokaru follow the debate with interest.

"I think both science and magic have their roles to play. In my own country, our Warchief carries a cannon, but gladly uses the powers of wizards." Bokaru smiles slightly as he lays his katana on the table. "And as for progress, I'll be truly amazed should anyone be able to make a non-magical blade finer than this."

 

[buzzard]

"Well all I can say is that I am certain that science will change this world, and I suspect much of it will be at magic's expense. As for me, I'm quite exhausted with all of today's upps and down. I'll be retiring to a room, if there is one available in this fine Inn. Innkeep! can you find a room for me?"

buzzard

 

[GWolf]

The inn keep smiles, nods, and hands marcus keys to a room. Surpsingly you reconigze the numbers. You are in room 21.

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"On the other hand, I'm fairl certain science will be shown to be a largely dead-end. We'll see."

After Marcus collects the key, Jofre will follow him to the room, looking to get some rest.

 

[Jemal]

Rak'al will head of to bed as well, with a smile and a nod to his companions, and a 'goodnight' to the innkeep.

 

[Jarval]

Following his companion's example, Bokaru gathers up his gear and heads for his own room.

 

[GWolf]

Calling Phillip

(Golden Eagle, Phillip, are you still in? Drop or a line or I am going to put you on auto pilot)

The four of you retire to your rooms (actully one big decently furnished room connect by archways)

2:00am [Rak'al]
You are tormented through the night by dreams of, what you believe, are fragments of your past.

You see a young boy chopping wood...
.....The same boy bowing before a royal member
You see a girl with pretty blond hair....
....You see blood and wounds.....
The same boy on his knees in a graveyard screaming to the sky...

You awake in a hot sweat.

3:45am [Jofre]
Goli comes to you, the new crystal blade in hand. (I am assuming you exchanged names last night) "Sir Jofre!" "This blade, our wise man says it will gain more power the more you weild it and the more beasts you slay! He believes it may eventully gain the power of frost!" This is a good weapon yes, you should use this!" Goli leaves the blade next to you.


5:30am [Group]
Goli walks into your rooms and calls loudly to you all. "Get up men! We have a battle to plan!" He walks over and shakes the sleep out of all of you.

He is dressed in a blue and brown cermonial leather scale outfit, his black hair slicked back on his gray/blue green/forehead. His short sword is nicely polished and he has a leather backpack slung on his shoulder. There are two new blades on his ankles in his boots.

"Get up, Get armed. I will see you down stairs to plan the battle!"