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

[Zhure]

Jofre

Looking at the fallen Gisen native, Jofre checks for signs of life. Finding none, he draws his sword and breaks into a trot, trying to backtrack the man to where he was apparently attacked by wolves.

 

[GWolf]

[Jofre]

As you make your way to the area the man was attacked by wolves, trudding through the slushy sand the whole way, with the water beating the shore only two feet away, you find the place where all the soldiers had ben killed, and all their wovle attackers have been killed as well. You look around and find three men talking, they then head toward the north following one of the men back to his "stronghold" you assume.

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

Jofre will break into a jog to catch up, holding his falchion in one hand to appear less threatening.

burst speed of 30

"Hail!"

 

[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

"Not a bad idea at all I think. We'll have to transport all of my equipment over to your site, but the advantages to your suggestion are obvious. " - Marcus

OOC: how did the 2 person conversation become 3?

buzzard

 

[Jarval]

Bokaru turns to face this newcomer, one eyebrow raised.

"Greetings, stranger. We seem to have quite a gathering for such a wasteland as this. What brings you to this isle?"

"Since we seem to have a few to our number, it may be as well for us to form one camp. Marcus, I'll give you a hand shifting your gear."

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"My name is Jofre. I'm apparently stranded here, too. The currents are tricky hereabouts. I'm just glad I found some companionship before I froze to death."

Jofre sheaths his falchion once it's clear these men aren't threatening.

"I found the body of a Gisen soldier on the beach. He said something about a leaving ship and some wolves before he expired. I hadn't time to recover his weapons. He was one of yours?" Jofre says, nodding toward the obviously asian Bokaru.

 

[Jarval]

"He was one of mine." Bokaru nods. "The wolves beset us when we were at our most vulnerable, as we waded ashore. Those curs seemed to know their tactics well. I am saddened to hear of his death, I had hoped he might have made it to safety."

Bokaru stares at the surrounding, frozen land. "If safety has any meaning in this cursed place..."

 

[buzzard]

"Well now, let's be getting the gear all together at this chap's camp. I would really like to be in a nice warm tent soon. It's getting rather nippy out here, and I don't want to catch my death of a cold".

Marcus then begins to pick up some gear, and pack more of it onto pack saddles designed for his dogs. He also encourages the others to take some and move along. Given that he never had time to unpack, this should be relatively quick.

buzzard

 

[Jarval]

Shouldering some of Marcus' gear, Bokaru trudges across the snow towards Phillip's camp.

"We should check the tide line. Some of the supplies from my ship may have been washed ashore."

 

[GoldenEagle]

When the group reaches camp, Phillip offers food. "I have days of supplies and plenty of food should any of you be in need of a stout meal *smiles* I'm not the best cook, but I have never starved.

So what brings all of you in this general direction?"

GE