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

[Zhure]

Jofre

Jofre carefully exams the arrows that have come from the small goblin.

"I've never heard of winter orks. Bred with elves? How odd. We should definitely look into it closer."

 

[Jemal]

Rak'al's face twists first in anger, and then into curiosity. "I don't think I like these Ork things you speak of, Goblin. As of these gonnes, I know not what you are speaking of." He turns to look at the others. "Do any of you know what a Gonne is?"

 

[buzzard]

"I do believe he means a gun. They're a rather new invention out these days. A most impressive weapon truly. It's a metal tube which, by use of an alchemical mixture, harnesses an explosion to send a chunk of metal at high speed towards a target. They cause terribly grievous wounds, but they are rather time consuming to reload. Back on Trism, our military is beginning to look into them " Expounds Marcus.

"I imagine it might behoove me to help out this chap's tribe since they might know of what I seek here. "

buzzard

 

[Jemal]

"Aye, And the mere thought or mention of these 'Orks' sends anger coursing through me.. Perhaps by helping to destroy them I can recover..." Rak'al looks at the goblim, obviously not wanting to let anymore beings know his disadvantage. ".. what I have lost."

 

[GWolf]

[Rak'al]

You have a breif and painful flashback and the feeling of floating....you remeber of the feeling of hanging in the sky...wind picks up...your moving fast...your hear 5 large whizzing sounds...you feel a nick on your arm....and a tear...your no longer hanging you are plunging...fast....

[Group]

The goblin goes and retrives it's Short Sword. "Pack up, you can stay in my village for awhile and plan an attack on these bastard orks... The villiage is through the hills and a bit to the east."

 

[Jemal]

Rak'al shakes his head and reaches out for something to steady himself. "Did you say a balloon? What happened to this balloon?"

 

[GWolf]

The ballon.

The goblin scratches his chin. "The ballon...hmm I heard it took some light fire, some man fell out I think, and got shot down....it continued on though I believe...why do you ask ... enemies of yours use ballons?"

 

[Jemal]

"Yeah, something like that. Was it your tribe or the Orks that shot the balloon? Did it come down or did it get away?" Rak'al asks casually as they follow the Goblin.

 

[GWolf]

"Even though we do not enjoy the company of other cultures in our lands, we would enver shoot down a neutral ship with out reason. The ballon got away. Someone fell off though as I said" The goblin states calmy as the group gets ready to move.

 

[Jarval]

Bokaru gathers up his gear and helps to break camp, loading up the sled. Once finished, he turns to the goblin.

"Several of my companions fell to wolves as we made landfall. Would it be possible to give them a funeral? I do not wish to leave them as food for the beasts of this isle."