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

[Jarval]

Bokaru looks both surprised and pleased at Jofre's use of honour.

"My thanks, friend. The creates will work well to start a fire, but once we have a flame, the wood from the forest should dry quickly."

Loading the last of the crates onto the sled, Bokaru heads back towards the camp.

 

[GWolf]

[The Group]

The five of you sit around the fire, making small chit chat, revealing a little bit of your histories (except Ra'kal, of course). The main thing you are doing is getting warm. Between the fire, the recovered clothing, and just plain getting numb to this weather you seem to be adapting fine.

It as if out of nowhere you seem a small green and blue small humanoid limping toward you, an arrow in its leg and another in its arm. You realize as it nears it is some form of goblin, a race not common in the four islands, but one you have heard of from the stories of the west.

As it reachs you it's face goes from shock, anger, and then to a casutious glance, as it draws a short sword at you, standing in it's leather and wool garb merely feet from the camp site. As it draws its blade it falls over, and decides to drop the blade. It isn't dead, it just looks awfully tired.

 

[Jarval]

Bokaru leaps to his feet, and moves slowly towards the goblin, hand on his katana's hilt.

"What is your business here?" he asks the blue goblin, somewhat suspicious. (Sense Motive +5)

 

[Jemal]

"He's obviously Cold and injured.. Disarm him if you don't trust him, but bring him closer to the Fire where we can find out what is happening in a more civilized manner." Rak'al moves towards the goblinoid cautiously and unthreateningly.

 

[buzzard]

Marcus moves towards the goblin and takes a look at its wounds [heal check 13]. If it looks like it's going to bleed out and die, he'll slap one of his cure minor wounds poultices onto it.

buzzard

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"It looks harmless enough, let it warm up. Maybe it's a native and can give us some tips on finding food," Jofre grins wolfishly.

 

[GWolf]

The goblin

The goblin allows you to guide him back to the fire. Marcus fixes up the goblins minor wounds, as well as removing the arrows stuck in the little beast. The fire does wonders for the beast and it begins to warm up in body and emotion. You can tell it is glad for your help.

It begins to speak in a odd form of common you understand for the most part. "Thank you for the help. My villiage saw your ships, as well as a ballon. Normally we would have sent our small forces to try and drive you off the islands....but we are in a troubled time...the winter orks have awoken and threaten us day by day.....I am a scout sent to contact you.....maybe you can help....we maybe could help you too...."

 

[GoldenEagle]

Yes Yes do tell, how could you help us and us you. " Phillip says handing over a cup of warm tea to the little goblin.

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[Jarval]

Bokaru nods at the goblin's tale, quite sympathetic.

"I'll help you and your village. I know what it's like to have one's home raided. And as you say, you may be able to help us in return.

"Who attacked you? Was it the winter orks of which you speak?"

 

[GWolf]

The goblin

The goblin sipps the Tea slowly and very greatfully.

"Us goblins of the Iccep tribe have lived her for many years. The orks that live on the west of the islands were once a scattered few, but they have been regrouping. Our top wisemen beleive they have bred with elves, they have great aim with long bows," at this moment the goblin points to his arm "They are savage....We have barely fended off the occasinal pair sent after our village....we are half their size....we do have a few of those weapons you humens call 'gones' or was it gonnes....We hope to wear them down...."

He just stops there. and continues to drink his tea staring into the fire.