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

[GWolf]

Calling Phillip

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

The four of you retire to your rooms (actully one big decently furnished room connected 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 blonde 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!"

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

Upon being awakened, Jofre will thank Goli.

"Your wise men do me great honor. I shall attempt to wield it well."

Jofre admires the blade for a few minutes, then replaces his old falchion in the sheath by his bed.


* * *
Sleeping fitfully, Jofre awakens to Goli's cry to arms. Then proceeds to meditate, kneeling at the foot of his bed. He then dons his armor and straightens his new weaponry before proceeding downstairs.

 

[buzzard]

Marcus is woken up at an ungodly hour by a screeching goblin, and needless to say he doesn't like it. "Sweet Hera, couldn't we wait at least until the sun has started to journey across the sky?" Seeing that no one cares for his comments, and that they are all getting ready Marcus puts his chain shirt back on, and dons all of his carrying equipment. Then he goes downstairs and looks for some nice hot breakfast, remembering to ask the chef for scraps for Castor and Pollux.

buzzard

 

[Jemal]

Rak'al gets up and puts on his armour, gathering his stuff as he slowly heads out the door. It had not been a good night, that boy.. So familiar.. he just hoped he hadn't screamed and awoken any of the others.

 

[Jarval]

Bokaru washes and shaves, before donning his armor and weapons. He heads downstairs and takes a seat in the inn's common room. He walks over to the window, and looks out to judge the weather.

"So, a battle later this day?" he says to Goli.

 

[GoldenEagle]

It seems Phillip is still in the main room from the night before, his eyes glazed over "Sorry I lost you there for a minute" not realizing it had been hours, " I was just thinking about my family; I heard battle...I am ready now to face their murd...er the orks. Let them come I say or shall we take the fight to them. Let's take a look at this battle plan."

OOC: Sorry, I fried the processor and logic board on my mac. I 'll be able to post 1x day now and more often when I get it back.

GE

 

[GWolf]

A meat similar to bacon is served to you, with a side of toasty bread. You are handed a cup of spiced apple cider, there is a map pinned to a board.

You notice the presence of two big and burly looking Goblins, you assume these are the sergents.

Goli begins. "We know the location of this base, is only about 4 or 5 miles, from our base. As our scouts tell us this is the only really orginazaitonal base the orks acutally have. Most of the other orks are just free lance barbarians, and or only have unorginazed and poorly armed camps, so basically if we hit this base, the other orks will lose faith and structure, making them hardly a threat."

He points to the map with his short sword.

"The geography of this location is what makes it such a hard place to attack. It is surrounded by a shallow rocky hill range, the main complex is 3 stories high, and only contains 5 rooms, plus one basment room."

He runs his sword along the picture of the tower, and then back to the rocky hills.

"We believe they station two to four archers here at all time, mainly facing our location, the station the archers atop wooden planks, They also keep a solider or two up there to man the alarm and warn the other soldiers."

Goli goes back to pointing to the tower. "All we can assume about the tower is that 2 to 3 of the rooms house some troops, we know that on the top one there 'fuher', 'Goliker' as they call him is stationed up there, we have reason to beleive there armory is in the underground."

"We have several ideas, but we'd liek to see what you can come up with." He motions to the other 2 sergents and then they all take seats around you.

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"Set fire to it and bolt the doors."

Jofre takes his original falchion and leans it against the table. "I'll be leaving this here in the care of your people until I return, if you don't mind."

 

[buzzard]

Re: Jofre

"Set fire to it and bolt the doors."

Jofre takes his original falchion and leans it against the table. "I'll be leaving this here in the care of your people until I return, if you don't mind."

"I like the way you think. I have just the thing for that job. I have number of flasks of this nasty burning liquid which will do a nice job on a wooden structure. I also have a nice elixir which seals doors shut. One of us will just have to hit the door with it. Of course if the building is made of stone, this could be moot" Marcus replies enthusiastically.

buzzard

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"There's the crux. If they have archers, getting close will be next to impossible, at least for me. Stealth is not my forte."