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

[GWolf]

The goblin says to the young samuari. "Please do so, I will rest by the fire"

 

[Jarval]

Bokaru sets to the grim task of retrieving the bodies of his comrades and building a pyre, quietly wording prayers to his ancestors as he works.

 

[Jemal]

"Bokaru" Rak'al says just loud enough to be heard "Would it be improper of me to offer my assistance?"
Rak'al will help if it's ok with the Samurai. Otherwise he'll head back to the fire with the goblin.

 

[GoldenEagle]

Phillip takes in the story and begins to pack up the camp onto the sled. "An interesting turn. My family was slain on this isle. Are the orks always hostile to neutrals?"

GE

 

[Jarval]

"Bokaru" Rak'al says just loud enough to be heard "Would it be improper of me to offer my assistance?"

"Not at all, friend. I'll be glad of your help." Bokaru shows Rak'al the correct way to lay the bodies on the pyre, obviously thankful of anything that speeds this unpleasant task.

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

Jofre assists as much as he can with gathering firewood for a pyre for Bokaru's men. As quickly as possible, he will backtrack to where he first found the dying soldier, to try to retrieve his body as well.

"I've heard of these guns, but have no experience with them. My people often mocked them as being less a manly weapon than the bow," Jofre says, fondly patting his curved horn bow.

 

[GWolf]

BUMP come on guys dont lose interest now, post!

 

[Jemal]

Rak'al helps finish the deed, and then moves back to watch the pyre burn (I'm assuming that's what you're doing with the pyre, as I've never heard of another type of funeral pyre). After that he will suggest that they begin their trek to the goblins village.

 

[Zhure]

Jofre

"Lead me to the village, O goblin. I'll gladly look around, but I make no promises. And if this is a trick, you shall be the first to die, small one," Jofre smiles at the goblin.

 

[GWolf]

The goblin gulps at the threating men. "Right this way," He says beggining to limp. He leads you through the snowy hills slowly. "Be on your guard"