Isle de Los Tiberons is an island to the southwest of the Island of the three sisters. It's about six square miles in area. It's a mix of rocky ground and swamps with woodland in between. It gets it's name because the surrounding reefs are infested with all manner of sharks.

With Sharks in the water, it makes fishing dangerous. The swamps are inhabited by a species of buffalo that are as dangerous as their cape cousins. What's more there is something on the island big and mean enough to regard the buffalo as prey.

Currently there is a stockade on the eastern side of the island. This is where Matt and those willing to risk it are making a go at the island.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 1):

Teruo never really got the hang of this peace thing. War is what he has known, and there is plenty of battles to be had. He tried to get to know some of the local ladies, but most seemed to lack resilience, or just not like him. Probably more the latter...his social skills in Japan were never premiere, and this was a far cry from that society. He looked to find ways to help, and the outpost sounded inviting. Something to use his skills, and prove himself. He had been with the small group with Matt, and had been involved in attacking the massive creature. It had returned to the depths with cuts from his blade...mere scratches given it's size, but perhaps enough to attract others of it's kind to attack it.

But now, there were other challenges. Getting ammunition was a challenge in itself. Fortunately, he had his blade as well.

And for managing to keep people alive, Matt is now running this island as a colony. Most people have decided to remain on the tourist island as they feel safer there. Not that anywhere is really safe at the moment.

Currently the colony consists of a cove, an improvised dock, a Lookout on a point of rock overlooking the cove, and a group of huts surrounded by a stockade.

You have a variety of people here. Some tourists who are more adventuring types, Some Germans willing to risk things, Some Wolfkin, Orcs on "probation" and some Lizardfolk. The lizardfolk have for the most part disappeared into the marshes. They reappear to trade with the colonists. The Orcs were somewhat troublesome, Terou had to decapitate a few to make a point or two. The remaining seem to be strong workers with a bit of leadership and supervision. The Wolfkin have gathered together in a Pack. The Dwarves have armed the Wolfkin with weapons that they can understand. Mostly swords and black powder rifles.

In addition to some very aggressive waterbuffalo there is a Beast on the island. It has tried to attack the Lookout. The people there managed to hold it off until help came. They didn't get a good look at it but it left claw marks very high on the rocks. A group of Orcs tried to go after the beast in order to establish dominance. They were torn to shreds by the Beast.

Currently it's a fine morning and there is rather improvised Makizushi available. The ingredients are not "right" but it's rice, seaweed and fish in a roll.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 3):

After the years of much less, Teruo is happy with his lot. The Makizushi is good, but this large dinosaur is a lot of trouble. So are the orcs. It would seem the best way to deal with both is to lead one lot against the other. But he wanted more information on this thing. He offered to stay at the lookout with the scout until it showed up again. It would seem the lookout was a great place for him. High up with his rifle...he took all his stuff up there and erected a camp site. He did not have a lot of grenades, but he made sure he had them all. Ammunition too, on him at all times.

He noted when the last attack occurred. He expected another, so he looked around and waited, learning the landscape, the blind spots, and the fauna. And eating the last of the Makizushi...

Matt climbs up to the lookout.

"So you are going to stay up here and act as tiger bait. Mind you that whatever is out there is not a tiger. It left claw marks nearly twenty feet up the face of this point. "

He looks south at what is turning into a large village.

"So how much do you know about Silvie?"

He asks.

"I know that you have worked for her. So has Sharn.I'm not sure how much we can really trust her. Sharn was recruited by Silvie and ended up working on something for over a year. When she was done a week had passed here. Yeah the benefits are great but there is stuff involved that even Orc are uncomfortable with."

In reply to Matt Robbins (msg # 5):

"We need a lookout. Without one, there will be a bloodbath in camp when it gets there. Here, we have a chance. The last lookout survived, did he not?"

When the talk comes to Sylvie, he responds

"I am not sure about her. Can't say I find her entirely to do what I want, but then she is powerful enough that what I want does not matter. She says and does things as she pleases, and I stay out of her way, or do what she says. She is like the Emperor I grew up under. She is in charge, and it is our lot to follow. If she does not have our interests at heart, then there is little we can do about it."

Trina you awake to the surf caressing your calfs. The sand is warm against your face. As you open your eyes and look around you find yourself on an island. To the east there is a large rocky hill and a riot of vegetation.

The young elf-blooded maid rolls over onto her side coughing the last remaining bitter sea water from her lungs.. her sun golden hair spills around her like a pool of golden fire.. if a bit sandy, though mostly sun dried at this point.  Her breath comes in choking gasps her mind a swirl with shock that she did not drown!  Lifting a hand to try to brush her long tresses from her face her arm she realizes is tangled in her travel pack straps... heavy with water logging and she realizes with all the waterproofing and air tight bottles, lantern, sealed tent pack, that it was likely the bouncy of the heavy pack that saved her from a watery doom!

Resting her hand upon the still wet back pack she checks herself to see if she bears any injuries... her breastplate, and metal weapons still efficiently {if tangled} about her... but her blood stains neither the gear or the sands and she lifts her emerald green eyes to the near noonday sun... she can feel its energies fill her and refresh ~ singing to her magical reserves within... filling her with power!

Almost in response a shadow crosses the solar orb as a great hunting eagle of strangely crimson feathers swoops from the trees to gracefully alight upon her shoulder... his weight more startling on her shoulder than his presence as the familiar tingle in her mind fills her with relief of soul if not body. A..feeling more than words fills her mind {Mistress?}

She groans slightly with his weight but replies verbally, "Ah.. hello my dear friend.. Kyrie... my heart soars with yours that I'm not alone and you lived through the Warpstorm... but my bold friend please not my shoulder until some strength returns to my weakened body?"

In immediate response the large red Eagle flutters with a full 6 foot wingspan to change his perch to the drier if still waterlogged pack beside her.

Slowly but steadily the half-blood lass stands to take in the fullness of her surroundings.

She is lovely to the eyes, lean of figure, compactly clad in leather armor and breastplate that hug her every curve.  Only standing 5'4" or so her weapons seem out of place on her feminine frame consisting of a paired and scabbard broadsword and shortsword, and a long curved knife at her waist. Grimacing she untangles her heave cloak and shield at her shoulder to pull her bow from the quiver of arrows at her shoulder.

A sour expression graces her brow as she contemplates stringing the bow.. but decides to wait until she has a more secure location to asses if it or her bowstring need replacement... best not to rely on it until then.

No threats seem ready to present themselves... she she gathers her cascades of sungold hair from the tangle at her back and legs, revealing her slender delicately pointed ears, to pull a leather tie from her gloves to keep the hair out of her way until she has a proper time to comb it in camp.

Then casting her gaze about she spots the nearby rocky hillside and wonders what lands she has washed upon, and where is the wreakage of her vessel and fellow crew?

She begins concentrating upon the inner arcane fires within her soul to check the mana level of this realm.. as in Yurth mana levels can vary from land to land.. best to know know if her magics work here...

She casts a quick and simple Aura spell and gazes at Kyrie first then the surroundings to gauge how prevalent magic is here... best to know  before she tries later in need.

[16 or less] 13 - Spell successfully cast
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Magic does indeed work here. The land seems to have an energy and a spirit to it.

Trina gazes around for a few seconds 'reading' the aura of the plant-life and vermin insects or animal life she can spot.. a relief fills her knowing this land has a normal manna level... and curiously.. a living spirit as well to her surprise!  She decides that fact may need further investigation later on once she has secured shelter.

Satisfied she releases the spell and crouching to her pack she stretches forth her hand and drawing on her powerstone casts an equally simple heat spell, to rapidly dry her pack and gear ...bow and strings included... humming a soft tune while she completes the process.

[16 or less] 11 - spell successfully cast

Carefully controlling the heat spell Trina lightly heats her gear piece by piece rapidly switching to another to keep from melting anything past just drying off all the resident moisture.  Very quickly everything is dry and lighter from the removal of the burdening moisture clinging to it.

With the manna of this locale being normal her consummate skill takes little to no energy at all to quickly dry her gear and she releases the spell.

With that Trina looks about again.. making sure no hostiles have come upon her.

16:55, Today: Trina rolled 13 using 3d6.  Perception-Awareness check. – 13 success, though ONLY just.

The location of the beach is too narrow to get a very good look at what lies around besides the rock beech-side hill behind her.. but nothing dangerous "seems" likely to bother her for a few minutes.

So Trina quickly braids her hair in a long single thigh-length braid casting it over her right hand side and pulls the hood of her cloak from her collar and pulls it up to conceal her features... the key action that activates is innate magic... to any who might be looking her direction her entire form seems to blur and shift with the surrounding terrain making her hard to differentiate for the beech and rocky hillside.  A simple blur spell as part of the cloak's enchantment.. no guarantee but a measure of precaution in a strange land while she works on getting her bearings.

She takes a seat, crossing her legs in a meditative lotus position and gazes at Kyrie... still perched upon her pack...

Muttering in an undertones, 'when eyes meet eyes soul meets soul... let us soar my friend'

And stretching for her will she touches the familiar's mind and then they are one... her vision blurs and shifts perspective as she now gazes at.. Herself sitting on the beech hooded head slightly bowed, emerald eyes vacant and features fading in a blur from the magic of the cloak all seen through Kyrie's eyes!

{Fly, FLY!}, she mentally urges and the great crimson eagle takes flight with her a Rider Within him to get a look at the lands she now finds herself an alien resident in... soaring on the winds in the hot noon breeze...

Casting Spell from Familiar - Rider Within [17 or less]
17:10, Today: Trina rolled 16 using 3d6.  Casting Familiar spell - Rider Within. – 16 - spell successfully cast.

It is then Trina notices how weary her dear friend is as the bond does not come easily almost failing {I'm sorry, my friend.. I'll not trouble you long.. just a quick circle and you can rest!}

To which Trina puts her mind to be a fast as she can getting the lay of the lands she is in.. the shipwreak has indeed taxed both their powers and endurance!  She must know if any of the crew or fellow passengers are arrived and if they are in need of her aid!
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The rocky hill is slightly to the north. To the south is a marshy looking area. To the east your eagle eyed Companion can see what looks to be some sort of settlement. Before you is a brush patch of vegetation growing on the edge of the beach.

Getting the "bird's eye" she estimated the Settlement was perhaps three to four miles distant as the crow flies... though with the marshes and forest she would not be able to straight-line it likely.

Soothing her thoughts to Kyrie, {Thank you my friend... I know where to begin and a destination... come back and rest.}

Withdrawing her mind from Kyrie her senses shifted and she was back viewing the beech from her meditative posture.

Standing she looked around again to survey her possition from her current location.  Noting the direction of an easier slope she spotted from the air to ascend the rocky hill from the beech.  Picking up her pack and shouldering its weight she made for the ascent.

Distantly she could feel Kyrie approaching focusing her thoughts to him, {Hunt for prey my friend take your rest and feed... if I need you I will call later}.  And back across the mystical familiar bond she felt his gratitude as he soared free seeking prey to sate his hunger.

The fact reminded Trina she was also hungry... as it must have been many hours since her last meal and her pack held no travel rations... as it was all hands on deck when the warpstorm was at it most violent for what seemed like and eternity ago.

"Well I'm not going to eat anything if I don't get to that settlement any sooner..."

Grimacing she set herself to climbing the hopefully easier slope of the rocky hill to the more gentle terrain of the isle's interior.

[12 or less] 22:56, Today: Trina rolled 6 using 3d6.  Climbing roll. – 6 - success
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In reply to Trina (msg # 10):

Is Teruo aware of any other shipwreck?

Trina ascends the hill with ease from the beech seeking a little high ground to assess the best path from the beech toward the settlement to the east.  Instinctively she avoids the marshes favoring the patch of vegetation growing near the beech's edge.

Once the rocky hill is cleared... she pauses briefly... to draw in turn her thrusting-broadsword, shortsword and large knife... resheathing them in order to loosen them in their sheaths from the water-logging and magic drying ~ exercising a quickdraw three times to make sure they were ready for use when needed.

Then she strings her bow and tests its pull loosening her arrows in their quiver also exercising a few quickdraws to ready them for use.  Satisfied she slings her bow, settles her leather helm from its neckstrap onto her head.

Preparations ready she takes a deep breath mentally settling herself for the unknown, 'Just like father Trina!'

Pulling her magical cloak's hood up to blur her image she set out toward the forest edge to skirt north of it toward the second mountain..volcano cone. She saw a river near it that led to the settlement.. but was unsure on foot if skirting it north or south would be faster?  Though avoiding the marsh to the north of it seemed more prudent.

She sighed but first the forest must be reached... so with an even stride she set out... a simple mental call to Kyrie informed her familiar her path he would pace her at his leisure... whatever threats she was to encounter she hoped with martial and magical skill she could avoid and serious conflict until she reached the settlement.

[Navigation 13 of less] 09:40, Today: Trina rolled 13 using 3d6.  Navigation check. – 13 - Success

Her bearings found... she set out into the wilds of this new mysterious isle...

NOTE: The Magic of her cloak is a very weak enchantment a blur spell imposing a -1 to hit from attack rolls made against her.  It does not 'conceal' her.. just makes her a little tricky to target.  Blur is NOT a spell Trina knows..she did not enchant the cloak.
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Nope he is not aware of any new Shipwrecks. \\

Matt answers.

"The lookout survived because there is about a twenty foot vertical section of Rock and despite trying the creature could not climb up it. Had it made it up here the lookout would be as dead as the Orcs who went after it."

Matt continues about Silvie.

"I know that she's some sort of minor goddess. She's frighteningly powerful. The Orc who's shacked up with me, Sharn, did a job for one of Silvie's minions. She doesn't talk much about the job but while it was a week here it was over a year for her. She saw things that scare her badly. Some 'minor' problem that Silvie needed fixing turned into a major issue. "

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 15):

"I understand that the creature could not get up here. That is why I want to be here, in case it tries to come back. The cliff I hope will buy me the time I need to kill it. I think that is our best chance of survival.

I try to stay away from Sylvia's jobs...I think we are expendable to her, and she will dispose of me as soon as she has no need of me."

He continues to maintain a vigilant lookout.

Trina continues her journey skirting the marshy terrain to the south and hugging the slopes to the caldera to the north but not ascending its rocky rise ~ her goal remains the edge of the forest she approaches.

She casts her gaze about mindful of threats to be avoided or wildlife to give a wide path.
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Matt looks at Teruo.

"I do have a slightly better opinion of her motivations. She has helped out here when it would have been easier to just get her person out of here. As for the beast I'm going to send Sharn and a couple of German boys with panzerfausts up here. Whatever that beast is it's tough."

Matt makes reference to a Orcish woman who has been sharing a hut with him.


***
Trina

You spot some sort of bovine looking in your direction. It's sniffing the air.

Trina pauses... and notes the direction of the wind currently.

Then she will couch keeping the herd animal in her near peripheral vision looking for tracks to see if she may have journeyed into a grazing range for a herd of the beasts.  Trying to note if she can spot any more of them.

She will not approach it, but will try first to find any spore or mud around her to rub upon her armor...to conceal her scent.

Only then will she try to skirt the beast seeking to move up wind of it... giving it a wide pass, Especially if she spots any young with it or near it staying WELL away from them!

00:45, Today: Trina rolled 10 using 3d6.  Tracking [13-]. – 10 - success
00:39, Today: Trina rolled 11 using 3d6.  Naturalist [12-]. – 11 - success
00:40, Today: Trina rolled 10 using 3d6.  Animal Handling [13-]. – 10 - success
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Trina you realize that these buffalo are probably all over the island. The one that might have caught your sent is still sniffing about. However it does not appear to be very interested in you yet.

However when you are looking for tracks you find the tracks of something big, scaled and clawed. Thankfully they are going south.

Trina will note the clawed tracks and keep a mind to watch for those in her travel... seems something she would do best to avoid.  But quickening her pace she moves to put some distance between her and the big herd animal... heading for the forest edge and perhaps a little shelter from being spotted.

In reply to Trina (msg # 21):

"Oh, I don't say her motivations are bad. I just don't know them.

As for this beast, perhaps getting Sharon and the Germans here might be better...we do not want to chase it into a potential ambush...it may not be alone. It has attacked here...better to wait for it to come back here. I should like to help them with that, too."

Trina,

the buffalo seems to be following you. You get the feeling that it's hunting well you. As you ponder this situation something startles birds to the south.

Teruo,
Matt thanks you for your opinions. He leaves the lookout and heads back to the main camp. Soon enough a couple of German boys and a well armed female Orc show up at the base of the Lookout. Normally Orcs carry their rather primitive weapons. This one has a Sturmgewehr as the Germans call it. It seems that she earned it by doing a job for Silvie with some others from the islands. Not everyone made it back alive from the job.


The Orc, who goes by Sharn, speaks to Teruo.

"Bring warriors, bring boomers, Find beast and kill it."

The Germans take up position around the lookout.

Trina is... perplexed.

Thinking, 'On the surface the buffalo appears to be a ...herd animal.  But its behaving more like a carnivore?  Is it perhaps a predator? Most herd animals do not pursue a non-threatening creature moving away from them.'

Trina ponders the terrain and how close she is to the forest... she thought it was not that far a journey to the forest and the settlement.  Are these grasslands?

She is reluctant to cast fire magics here for fear of harming other animals should a wildfire start... but the buffalo must outweight her by 5 to 7 times ... and [now] only armed with a shortsword... she could inflict very little damage to it if it charged her!

Then something frightens a flock of birds to the south... out in the open exposed is a bad place to be.

Trina decides to ready a flamejet spell gathering the energy as she breaks into a jog Due East for the Treeline and perhaps some shelter from the pursuing bovine... and away from whatever spooked the nearby birds to the South at least she could climb a tree to avoid it if needed. She is Very much reluctant to kill or unleash fire on a grassland unless its a last resort!

Stretching out her mind to Kyrie she sends, {Trouble.  Come to me!}
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In reply to Trina (msg # 24):

Teruo welcomes the reinforcements especially axis ones. He introduces himself as a servant of the Empire of the rising sun, allies of Germany. He outlines his plans to stay here until the beast shows itself, rather than to go off into unknown territory where there may well be others dangers. He suggests setting up a watch I'll, with 1/3 of then on watch all the time, and the rest conserving energy nearby.

He asks Sharon about her mission.

Sharn looks at Teruo. She cocks her head and frowns around her tusks. She then takes off her backpack and takes out a nylon pouch. She opens up the pouch and it contains a gun cleaning kit. She then sits down. She takes the scope off her rifle and then removes the dustcover. The bolt of the rifle soon follows and she checks the barrel. As she starts to clean her rifle she starts to speak.

“We Orcs are quite possibly built for war. We have out gods and most of them are brutal and cunning. We grow up with pain and suffering. We fight amongst ourselves and we are ruled by the strongest. As a female I have had to fight just to be regarded as something more than a hole to stick a dick into. I earned my name of ‘Tuskbreaker’ by breaking the face of any male who gave me lip. That air attack killed most of our warriors. Silvie was right to spare the women and children of we Orcs. Most foes would have slaughtered us all and slept like babies afterwards. After the bombing I ran away blindly and seen to have found a hole in your lines. My flight was stopped by an Elf. We Orcs hate Elves for the most part. Our species has generations of bad blood between us. Of course I attacked her. I did not know that she was a gods champion and could see the future. When I awoke she had an offer for me. I took the offer. I was joined by a group from both the island and off of it. We were to track down and stop a man who was traveling between worlds and causing havoc. We jumped between worlds trying to prevent their actions. In a time called Prohibition we picked up a detective. With his help we were much more effective. Our Quest was interrupted by a group of bandits able to jump across worlds. For a while we were stuck on an Earth with people in colorful clothing and strange powers. The Detective stayed there as he was needed. We managed to stop the bandits from stealing something of great power. I took the leader’s pistol as my own. We had more encounters with our true foe. Eventually we tracked him down to his lair. He had found a talesman of something wrong. His minions started to change as the talesman took over him. We managed to stop him from summoning Something terrible.”

Sharn cleans her rifle and reassembles it. She then cleans her pistol.

Trina,

the buffalo is following you. It seems to be searching for you and is unusually aggressive. As you make your way east the Buffalo stops, turns and runs back to the swamp. Something has frightened it away.

As the island is not that big you soon find yourself on the other side.

(Make a PER check)

Trina hurriedly jogs away from the predator buffulo...

00:53, Today: Trina rolled 15 using 3d6.  Trina Per roll [13-]. – 15 - failed

But has focused her attention on staying far away from the powerful predator... not realizing she has broken into a full run for cover in the tree line.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 26):

Teruo listens carefully, keeping a sharp eye out to watch for any signs of the predator they are waiting for.

"Interesting."

The tales of times he had not heard of or things he had not seen concerned him.

"We believe only the weakest of men treat women so poorly. So it is a man's job to fight to protect women who in return raise their children. If we do not look after our women folk properly, they will not be able to raise our sons as real men. Dis you learn to use any other weapons?"

[OOC: Is it likely she could have been given Teruo's old rifle?]

Trina,

You are so focused on running away that you don't notice that the Buffalo is gone. One moment it's standing there then something snatches it off it's feet. You don't see the poor buffalo getting render limb from limb. As you are running you find yourself through the trees and into an open area with what seems to be a wooden shack on a point before you.


Teruo,

Sharn replies.

"We Orcs are young. Most of us are children by your standards. By the rules of you humans I'm barely an adult. Think about generations of children with no real leadership and discipline. Untold years ago someone gave orcs weapons and told them to kill someone else. We have been doing so for longer than any Orc can remember. We now have other ways, your ways. If there are enough Orcs of cunning we can become something more than a ravaging horde. We are learning about discipline and order. We will probably always be a bit chaotic but we can build something Orcish that lasts."

She takes out her handgun and unloads it for cleaning.

"I like Matt as he is a good man for me. He's kind to me, yet rough when I need him to be. He's not an Orc and I don't want him to act like one. He's a human and your kind are cunning yet brutal. I have seen what you have done to your own kind in your wars. I have learned about how you wage war. I can use your weapons as well as one of your soldiers. Right now we have a small number of weapons in your hands. We Orcs are not ready for such weapons yet. "

(Teruo make a perception check)

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 30):

"Order and Discipline. Yes, those are the marks that differentiate a killer from a real soldier. Cunning and brutal is true, but without discipline and order, it is simply evil."

He is not watching her, but scanning the surrounds in order to look for the beast. She is cleaning her weapon, but his was cleaned this morning and is now ready for use.

Teruo would have noticed that her weapons were clean. She was using the time to clean them again and check the actions.

As far as outside the lookout goes. To the west Teruo sees something running through the bush as if it's being chased.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 32):

The sight triggers something. He positions himself to get a good view, and braced shot of the area if need be.

"Contact. Something is running. Check to see if it is friendly. Or being chased..."

Two things to look for...identify the threat of the creature running, and look to see what might be chasing it. He will use his binoculars for a better view...keeping his rifle at the ready.

Trina stops to look back over her shoulder trying to discern what happened to the predator buffalo.  But she sighs in relief whatever happened to it... its no longer stalking her.

Turning back to the open area she spots the Wooden shack and walks toward it casting her gaze about to see if there are inhabitants about...

To any watching... a pretty young elf-girl{?} tightly clad in leather armor that hugs her shapely feminine form and armed with a shield, shortblade, knife and bow & Quiver at her back walks into the opening.  Her thigh long sun-gold hair is tousled by the breeze, as well as the travel cloak at her shoulders.  She casts her gaze about the opening looking for any occupants revealing her lovely bright green eyes.



Her scent caught on the breeze is a mix of flowers and the earthy hint of compose...

Surprisingly she called out in English with an almost British Accent, "Hello is anyone here?"
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Sharn looks at the Elf through the scope of her rifle.


"It's an Elf. Should I shoot her now and save everyone some trouble?"

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 35):

"Elves? Well, we have had dwarves and orcs. Let her live...you guys might even get along in time. They are better than bloody British...and I am not allowed to shoot them."

Trina looked over the seemingly empty shack... but when no reply came she began to feel particularly exposed.

'Nothing says the inhabitants will not be hostile? I'd better be ready to defend myself... I could be walking into an ambush.'

The elf girl drew readied her shield and uttered a few words cast a shield spell [2 cost]... and suddenly a bluish glow suffused her spreading from her hand-held shield to cover her entirely.

She looks up and swooping down to land upon her shoulder a large Reddish feathered hawk landed and perched. She smiles stroking its wing feathers gently.

Then turning to the hut uttered another word and a her left hand glowed with flames as she readied a flame jet spell.  Her magical powers ready.. her expression turn determined and she began to search the area for signs of habitation.  She does not attempt to enter the hut yet but is more concerned about finding any signs of habitation and identifying any ambush locations exterior to the hut before investigating it further - to make sure there are no hostiles around.

She does seem to be looking systematically for tracks though has not found any as yet...

Now that she's closer as she walks the area, its clear.. she is not as thin and reedy as a real elf, her delicate ears being only slightly pointed and she is for a 'seemingly' teen-aged girl, kind of busty for an elf... she may have some human blood in her heritage!

But clearly.. she is magical.

Ready to cast flame jet if needed.
13:10, Today: Trina rolled 6 using 3d6.  Cast Shield spell [13-]. – 6 - Success
13:12, Today: Trina rolled 11 using 3d6.  Search Surrounding area of shack and any other structures [Per 13-]. – 11 - Success
13:12, Today: Trina rolled 14 using 3d6.  Tracking [12-]. – 14 - Fail

Fatigue: 8/10
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Sharn steps out into the open. The hut is on top of a 30 foot tall rock face. It's one of those bits of land that remain after the surrounding area erodes away.


"What do you want, Elf?"

She seems more curious than outright hostile. it's unusual for an Orc. Many of them would have bad intentions towards Trina.

In reply to Sharn (msg # 38):

[OOC: I though she was so far away we could only see her with binoculars...did I miss something?]

In reply to Sharn (msg # 38):

Trina turned toward the green-skinned woman, "Oh! Hello there... my name is Trinaephalaryeth, uhm... I'm not really an elf.. I was shipwreaked and washed up on the west shore..."

Then she regarded her, "Uhm.. are you an Orc?"

There is no real fear or disgust in her tone.. merely a surprised curiosity.

[ooc: there is a map of the island in the dropbox link in the thread marked Maps. One quare is 1/10th of a mile(160m). So Trina is not that far from the lookout on the East side of the island. ]

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 41):

[OOC: Having trouble seeing what is what. Could you mark where the lookout is on that, or am I looking at the wrong map? There are no labels on the 'Isle de Los Tiberons']

[OOC: Here is a Labled Map of the island. Some features are exagerated for clarity.]

https://www.dropbox.com/s/tpzs...ns%20Labled.jpg?dl=0

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 43):

[The labels help, thank you! It looks like the settlement is 500m or more from the lookout...is the elf walking below us?]

I would assume so.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 45):

In that case, while Sharn is talking to the Elf, Teruo will be on watch for anything that might be following her, that might be much larger...

"What gave it away? My tusks or my inate desire to make a necklace out of your pointy little ears?"

Sharn says with some sarcasm. A grin covers her brown face. She's not activly aiming at Trina. Behind her are several armed boys.

"My man will want to talk with you. I'm thinking of tossing you a rope as there is something out there that is very dangerous."

Sharn turns to Teruo.

"Should we let her up?"

In reply to Sharn (msg # 47):

Trina looks a little perplexed at first but not wanting the conversation to end says, "Uhm..well.. I guess.. its just I've never actually met an orc... they live waaay north of the great forest and in the desert.  Its a long ways from my home."

She pondered thoughtfully a missed translation, ~ Make a necklace of my ears? Anglish must not be her primary language... that makes no sense? ~, but she thought it best to just let it pass.

"Something dangerous out here, yes...there was a very aggressive Buffalo... following me... so I started to jog away from it...then something snatched it away when my back was turned from it... so I ran here.  Yes, I'll speak to your..er man if you'll give me permission to enter?  I did not want to intrude without asking."

Trina glances over her shoulder behind her looking to see if whatever got the Buffalo was visible in the distance...

Then turning back, "Uhm forgive me... what is your name ma'am?"
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"I am called Sharn. I will say that you are polite for an Elf. "

She looks at Trina and frowns. She then says something to Teruo


Sharn then climbs down to  the ground. She is much larger and bulkier than Trina.

"I think it would be best if you come with me. If you have a cloak with a hood i would sugest that you put it on and cover your ears."

Trina, looks at the large greenish hued orc woman impressed with her build.

Not really understanding why Sharn is making a big deal of her ears, but deciding not to correct her again for not actually being an elf she nods and pulls up her hood to follow.

"Ok, I'm ready. Lead on Sharn."

Her hawk with it reddish hued feathers adjusts its perch on her shoulder... and eyes the Orc woman closely...
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In reply to Trina (msg # 48):

Teruo is still keeping an eye on the distance.

"Sure. Bring her up. If she is talking and not fighting, there is a good chance she can work with us. Are you a warrior, newcomer?"

Trina looks up to see the human warrior and smiles, "I am indeed a warrior.. but I'm actually more of a Fire Wizard.  However, with perhaps slightly improved armor and weapons I can indeed hold my own in heavy combat if needed!"

Trina will waste no time gabbing but will enter the safety of their battlements as soon as they make entry available.

"Well met warrior, I'm named Trinaephalaryeth... but 'Trina' will suffice, What is your name?"

In reply to Trina (msg # 52):

"Teruo. I was a servant of the Emperor, but it seems there in none here. Now we lay in wait for a massive beast that has killed several of our folk. You are welcome to assist us, it probably took the beast you spoke of..."

He looks out to see if the beast is in sight.

Trina suddenly recognizes something and smiling places her arms at her side and performs a traditional Japanese bow to Teruo.

"Are you Samurai Teruo? I see you do not bear a Dashio?  In my homeworld of Yrth far to the North lies the Kingdom of Sahud they are ruled by the Heavensking... who resides in the Imperial Palace. They are of very similar ethnicity to you I believe. I have always wanted to visit Sahud to see their exotic art and dress!"

Then she notes his rifle, "Is that a Firearm...? Then maybe you are from Earth?"

Taking a position on their battlements beside the two warriors.

"I can aid in the defense against a large beast... I'll prepare an Explosive fireball."

She begins to concentrate and at first nothing happens. Looking up she flushes at her cheeks in embarrassment, but says nothing and tries again.

07:09, Today: Trina rolled 15 using 3d6.  Cast Explosive Fireball [13-] building spell to hold. – 15

When she tries again a small ball of fire ignites in one outstretched hand... but she continues to concentrate upon the small floating mote of fire in her hand.. and it begins to grow in size slowly.

07:11, Today: Trina rolled 9 using 3d6.  Cast Explosive Fireball [13-] building spell to hold 2nd try. – 9
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In reply to Trina (msg # 54):

"The Samurai are gone, but I serve in the spirit of that tradition, and while I do bear a firearm, I also have a family blade."

He draws his blade partly out of the scabbard...a fine katana, though not expensively decorated, before returning it to its place and resuming watch...

Trina continues to softly chant  building her spell for two more seconds drawing energy from her familiar, Kyrie, on her shoulder... as she does the hawk's reddish feathers begin to softly glow.

She does not drain Kyrie for all the energy though she shares the cost with her familiar and the ball of fiery energy in her hand glows brightly as she holds the charge of power ready to hurl the fully charged explosive fireball against any threat.

Focusing her attention on the terrain beyond the battlements she only nods in reply to Teruo's words... maintaining her concentration.

Energy Cost: 6 [Trina 3, Kyrie 3]
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In reply to Trina (msg # 56):

Teruo will watch with interest, but his focus is on looking out for the beast.

"So she's a spellworm. What kind is now the question."

Sharn states.

"I think that's it's even more important to get her off this island. People will be interested in her. "

In reply to Sharn (msg # 58):

"I might be interested in her. But why is that a reason to get her off the island?"

Trina cocks an eye Sharn and Teruo's direction.. perplexed at the vernacular of their conversation, uncertain as if she is understanding correctly.

So she asks, "... forgive me if I'm misunderstanding the meaning of your words.. you have many colorful local colloquialisms, but am I to understand... I'm not welcome here on this isle?  I've not met anyone here save you two.. why would I be .. unwelcome? I've done no harm to anyone nor do I intend to do so, save in self-defense?"

She holds her left hand far away from anything nearby a glowing orb of roiling fire ready to release at any target she wills.
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In reply to Trina (msg # 60):

"Anyone willing to help us fight is most welcome as far as I am concerned. I am happy to have you near. I think my accomplice was concerned that others may be interested in what you can do though. But I cannot think of a better way to learn than in combat."

She nods smiling gently, "Well you need not worry about that.. I'm more than willing to fight to protect the peace!"

"As for my magics... I'm mostly a fire wizard so lots of fire based attack effects fireballs, explosive fireballs, flaming jets, flaming missiles, flaming weapons..but also some light based flash blinding effects.  I also do some pure combat defensive spells ranged and melee shields, as well as some minor healing, health transferal in emergencies and information and stealth covering spells like mystic mist to cover an approaching attack force.  Don't be concerned I'm accomplished enough to also extinguish the fires I create control, shape and or fireproof or add fire resistance to targets as well."

"My... magics are stronger in the day than at night I draw magical energy from the sun."

"...er.. and once a season my magic is unavailable a random night, but I always know 24 hours in advance when that night will be."
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In reply to Trina (msg # 62):

"Oh, I can manage a night of unbelievable magic more than once a season, but that is always a very private affair..." Teruo whispers, before adding "...but good to know. I know nothing about magic, but plenty about fighting. Now, can your magic make this beast come so we can get rid of it and relax just a little?"

Trina's eyes go wide and she blushes a hot pink from her ear tips to her fetching cleavage... the ball of fire in her left hand sputtered a few times but remained lit and even better un-exploded!

But she smiles a little nervously... not use to being flirted with.. among the elven boys of her home she was... half-blood and mostly undesirable.

"Aheh, I'm sure you could... b-but uhm.. yes. I- I mean No, I do not use compulsion spells, sorry."

Looking at the explosive fireball in hand then glancing at Kyrie, her red-feathered eagle familiar upon her shoulder.

"Er.. were I not currently holding this spell I could potentially rider within with Kyrie and with her keen hawk vision find the beast from high above. But I'd have to stop holding the charge of this ...very potent explosive fireball."
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In reply to Trina (msg # 64):

Glancing at the fireball, Teruo responds coolly, looking through the scope of his rifle at the surrounds, as much to stop himself from distraction as to look for the beast.

"Sorry for distracting you. You are right, we should stay focussed. I am not used to fighting beside women. How far can you throw that fireball? Perhaps a fire off in the distance might send prey towards us...with the predator in pursuit."

Trina turns her attention toward the terrain below the defensive rampart, pondering...

Answering, "Optimum range is 25 yards, maximum range 50 yards... but the spell will engulf a 10'ft radius, 20'ft blast area in flames and WILL set flammable object in the area on fire!  Unfortunately, until I cast or dismiss it I can personally cast no other spells."

She cast a glance at the Red Eagle sitting upon her shoulder...

"I'd rather not waste the energy to... 'fire for effect'... but there may be other options.  Are there birds on this island? My familiar Kyrie can speak with birds... if there are any int he area they might inform him of the exact location of the beast."
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In reply to Trina (msg # 66):

"I am pretty sure there are creatures that fly, though the term 'birds' may be a stretch...they may consider your friend a snack. Perhaps if you could enlarge him..."

In reply to Teruo Nakamura (msg # 67):

She grimaces, "Kyrie can only speak to actual birds... but he's FAR from helpless.  Kyrie can cast breathe fire... I'd feel sorry for anything that thought to make a snack of him."

She sighs, "Which brings us to another option I could have Kyrie fly about breathing fire on the underbrush to ...'encourage' the beast out of hiding.... but I am VERY opposed to such abusive waton destruction!  Perhaps, just patience will serve us better?  Random fires tend to get out of control in unexpected ways."
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In reply to Trina (msg # 68):

"There is that. There is no such thing as a remote controlled fire...yes, we can just continue to wait."

In reply to Teruo Nakamura (msg # 69):

She fidgets a little uncomfortably, "Eh... technically Yes I CAN, ...as you put it 'remote control a fire'.  But magic takes energy it is not an unlimited resource... especially in my case!  I could set an entire forest ablaze... but then I'd be spending energy to control it from getting out of control instead of spending energy to destroy our prey.  The further away the fire the more energy it takes to affect.  I'd rather not exhaust myself."

In reply to Trina (msg # 70):

"Interesting. We should talk more about this...when you do not have a magic 'hand grenade' and we are not waiting for a giant Godzilla..."

He goes back to scanning the horizon...

In reply to Teruo Nakamura (msg # 71):

Trina looks... confused... looking at her hand she mutters, '...grin-aide? god-zilla?'

Then she looks up meeting Teruo's gaze and just smiles.... trying to cover the fact she has no idea what he was speaking about.

In reply to Trina (msg # 72):

"Oh, yeah, sorry, grenades are explosive little balls we invented. Very Useful. Godzilla is a mythical giant reptile from our worlds legends. If the bugger gets too close, I might try to show you a grenade by throwing one down it's throat..."

He pats the grenade hanging from his belt (not by the pin of course!).

Teruo,

You can barely see a cape water buffalo off in the distance. it would be about an American mile away. As you watch something big and green leaps out of the jungle. There is a flash of red and the buffalo is gone.

"Godzilla" or at least it's baby brother is lurking on the island.

Trina,

While it normally takes a bit of concentration to feel the magic in the area. You feel something magical happen. As if a great mage has cast a powerful spell off in the Ocean to the east.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 74):

Teruo watches the area closely in order to try to see what it is that lurks there. The way it was able to hide disturbs him somewhat, and he also double checks the closest places near his lookout something could hide.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 74):

Trina watches as the great lizard leaps from the forest cover to take down the Cape Buffalo and just as fast get back under cover.

Then the bloom of magic to the East out across the waves draws her attention...

She comments absently, "Teruo, that great lizard is no beast.  It's intelligent... an Apex predator with no rivals does not behave that way."

"And there is a really powerful spellcaster to the East... over the waves. I cannot stress HOW POWERFUL..whoever that is, but know for me to detect whatever they cast at this range without even concentrating to feel it, their power is Reality Breaking!"

Turning back to where the Great Lizard attacked, "We are not ready to fight this creature, it moves with a speed and a malevolent hunting intelligence... it will not come here or move from its cover unless its ready to kill.  You will need to lure it out of cover, it will not come here."

Trina slowly dismisses her Explosive Fireball reclaiming as much of the energy she put into the spell as she can... yet still the exertion is clear upon her tired expression.

"What is the direction to the community... I'd like to get some food and rest?"

She looks off into the distance and a reddish feathered Eagle swoops down to land upon her shoulder...
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In reply to Trina (msg # 76):

Teruo gestures to the small settlement below.

"That would be the place to rest. We will stay on guard.

It may be an intelligent predator, but so are we. That is why we need to wait for it, or lure it out. But unless you have an idea how to lure it out without risking lives, and probably loosing them, then we will continue guarding. I think the beast we were looking for was bigger than that, though. So that one may not be the apex predator.

Oh, and the mage to the east may be Sylvie, a demi-goddess." [OOC: Is that where the original island is?]

Her eyes go wide at the mention of a living deity walking among the beings in this realm.

"What IS this place?  Does it have nations and great cities? Who rules here... the Demi-Goddess?"

In reply to Trina (msg # 78):

"Pretty much. I have not heard of nations, but I have not been here that long."

Trina grimaces, clearly wanting more info that she is getting about where she is.

She sighs, "Well.. I've been walking all day and would very much like to get something to eat and a bed to rest for a few hours."

"Good  fortune to your Guarding efforts but I'm pretty certain that beast will not be coming here in broad daylight.. its too easy to see out of the trees and it is smart enough to know not to show itself as a target.  You'll not lure it out into the open.. you must fool it into revealing itself."

She turns and following the direction Teruo indicated walks away... toward the settlement... Red-feathered Eagle perched upon her shoulder.
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[ooc: yes the main island is to the northeast.]

Trina walks into the village and looks around for something to eat.

In reply to Trina (msg # 82):

Teruo continues in his guarding. Possibly it would not come in daylight, but only because of them guarding, so indeed his continued vigilance was important. But he made sure to take breaks, and share the guarding with other, so it could be maintained through the night as well.

Trina:

You find a village that has a partial wall surrounding it. the wall starts at a creek flowing from the interior and heads south. It appears that the inhabitants are building a palisade around the village.

A youth in a multicolored uniform holds a weapon similar to the other boys in his hands. Topping one end is a decent sized knife. He sees you and yells out.

"Halt, Who goes there?"

Teruo:

The beast seems to be toying with you. You watch as it deliberately rustles the brush just out of rifle range. You get glimpses of it's green scales. It seems that the creature is avoiding your shelter. if you didn't know any better you would think that it was trying to draw you out into the swamps it calls home.

Trina stops and lifts her hands out in front of her to show she has no weapons in hand, which means little to her of course but they don't know that.

She smiles, "Hello!  My name is Trinaephalaryeth "Gilderleaf"! I'm a new arrival to the island.  I've met Sharn, and Teruo Nakamura said the village was this way and I could find food and shelter here. May I enter?"

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 84):

That makes sense. We will make sure that everyone knows to stay out of the swamps. If we stay out, it will not be able to bother us unless it leaves the swamps. Though I question how it knows my range without me having fired at it...

Regardless, it seems highly intelligent. Perhaps demonically so...

Trina

A young man comes out to meet you.

"Hello there, I'm Matt, and I'm the leader of this colony. It's nice to meet you. We are still building this place so pick out a spot where when we have a chance we can make you shelter. I'm sorry if I'm a bit abrupt but we just got a message that we need to send a delegation to the main island."

Teruo

The beast continues to elude your gaze. it seems that the creature might have moved to another part of the island.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 87):

Teruo will continue to guard, wondering if there are any mines around. Of the military type, rather than the resources type.

Maintain guard. That is what he is there for. Watch the whole area...

Trina smiles, "Hello Matt... thank you ~ it is nice to meet you as well.  I'm not really skilled in architecture or carpentry but I'm willing to help where I can.  I am a Sun Wizard - specialized in fire magics... but I do have some healing magics I can use in behalf of the community!"

"Oh? So you have sea access to the mainland?  I'd very much like to know where we are.. I was ship-wreaked and I worry over the fates of my fellow passengers and crew... We were caught in a warpstorm."

"I'm sorry Miss Trina but we have not seen the mainland yet. So far all we know are a few islands. We have a more established place on a nearby island. "

Matt explains to her. He looks sort of disappointed that he can't give her better news.

"I'll tell you what. How about i send you with the Delegation to the main island. That way you can ask if they have encountered any new Shipwrecks. Plus I hear that they have fresh supplies. Maybe we can get some new people over here."

Trina ponders his suggestion, part fascinated about an unknown archipelago and part worried at being truly lost.

"Well, I suppose that might be the best for getting my bearings and finding out if any of the crew and or passengers of my ship had washed up perhaps somewhere else?  Thank you.. I'll take you up on your kind offer!"

Then she considers, "I er.. likely do not have any coin you would recognize to purchase goods with... but I do have magic I could use on your communities behalf in trade for goods and services?"
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"For now we barter whatever goods we have or services for what we want. With the situation here if you can work then you work. If you can work and don't well then you go hungry. We lack supplies to just feed those who do not pitch in."

Matt states Honestly.

"Please describe what you can do with Magic. It would be nice to know. Plus it would be in your best interests if the Orcs know that you are a friendly mage. We freed them from a cabal of very nasty magical users."

Trina smiles, "Well, I'm certainly willing to work for the betterment of the community... and food is nice too!"

She nods, "I'm so sorry your Orc residents were mistreated by mages, its a sad thing there is also no overarching organization that polices abuse of magical power... well other then the church's - Inquisition... and THEY are rarely concerned about justice."

"But to your question... I am a Sun Aspected mage which means my magic is more potent during the day hours.  I specialize in Elemental - Fire spells, I'm a Fire Mage.  I do not use nor know any Empathy...er mind compulsion magics I personally find them distasteful.  Everyone deserves free will!  My fire magics can create, shape/control, and extinguish fires.  I know several uses to fireproof objects, make people fire resistant, heat and cool objects.  Of course I have several offensive means to utilize fire single target fireballs, explosive area fireballs, jets of flame for close combat, flaming melee and missile weapons.  I can cast several light creation spells from a sudden blinding flash, to a continual days long light effect.  I have a minor healing spell and spells to share my strength and health.  I also have spells to identify and analyze magic."

Teruo,

You watch as Arthur, leader of the Wolfkin people, walking up to your lookout. He effortlessly climbs the rocky height. Slung over his shoulders is a flintlock rifle. While primitive it's a familiar technology for him. He had been trained to use muskets in his youth.

"Good day to you Terou. I see you are hunting a great beast. While i wish you good fortune, We have a greater use for your skills. We are sending a boat to the Main island to gather supplies. There is also talk of mounting an expedition to explore other nearby islands. If so your skills might be of use in finding more places for your people. While we are starting a community here there are still not enough homes for your people."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 94):

Teruo looks doubtfully at the musket on his back.

"I would love to leave you with it, but I am concerned that you may be unable to handle this creature without significant loss of life. How will you deal with it?"

Trina,

"That might actually come in handy. While we would like to be able to move the earth faster, fire does have it's uses."

Matt actually smiles.

"healing magic would be very helpful as we have limited supplies when it comes to healing."

He gives you a tour of the village. He starts at the gate. Currently it's more of an opening in the ditches, ramparts and  palisade.

"One of the people we have is a fan of the Ancient roman Empire. they have a book on the Roman legions. We are copying their defensive plans."

Inside the camp it is well laid out with huts being made of local materials. As the camp gets more settled early shelters are improved or replaced.

"This is going to be our home for a while."

In reply Arthur tells Teruo.

"The beast is a mortal creature. I can smell it from here."

He unslings his rifle.

"You already have some boys with their Panzerfaust. From witnessing what they can do a volley or two should be enough for your beast. Fear not for me as I was a soldier in my youth."

His ears twitch.

"From the sounds of the local cattle the beast is elsewhere on the island. Should we find allies then we can take a group of men and those metal boxes with guns and sweep the island. For now we are not equipped to go looking for a fight."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 97):

"No, we are not. Ok, then if you have a plan. I will go where I am needed. Where is this exploratory group leaving from?"

"The main island. We are taking a boat over there today. It will take a few days to gather the needed crew."

Arthur finds a place to sit comfortably.

"While it is a soldier's place to seek the volley and thunder of battle. There are times when the needs of one's people outweigh one's personal desires."

In reply to Arthur (msg # 99):

"Yes. Indeed. I know what you mean. Very well then, if you have the sentry duty, I will depart. There was a new mage who might do well here too..."

He gathers up his things and sets off in search of Trina and the boat.

Trina smiles sadly, "I'm sorry my arcane knowledge is not as complete as it should be... I'm only 25 and have not had very many years to learn, especially with no formal training in magic.  The elves of my homeland did not approve of my birth or presence. But my mother insisted on my being raised by her. So the elves did the best they could to ignore my presence by simply refusing to acknowledge it.  So everything I learned I learned by observing and self-teaching... though my mother taught as much as she could, most of my magic skill was learned sitting in on the classes the elves taught their elven students.  They could not very well refuse to acknowledge my presence if they would try to get me to leave!"

"I decided to learn the most flashy most obvious magics they could not ignore, instead of a broad base of magical knowledge I specialized in Fire Magics.  Until they could no longer ignore me, that is when I decided to leave and search the world for my father."

"I'm not planning on making a home here.. but I'm no precisely in a hurry to leave either... eventually I know I'll discover the magic to allow me to return home and continue my search for my human father.  But that is long term for now."

She observes all closely during the tour noting the fortifications being constructed.

"I am also a warrior skilled in tactics, and survival, tracking, navigation, stealth and trap making. I will be more than willing to donate my skills to the efforts of the Ram-packed earthen-works and Motte and Bailey construction... the Elves of the Great Wood use such fortifications interspersed among trees and Very cunning and lethal traps to hide their bastions of defense as well.  I'm fairly familiar with such earthen works."
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Trina,
After a bit more talking you find yourself on a small boat heading towards another island.

Teruo,

You find yourself in command of an Outrigger canoe heading towards the main island. the wind is favorable and should nothing unforeseen happen you should be at the main island in a couple of hours.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 102):

Two checks, both rolled skill. We did not take the same boat?

You did take the same boat and you are after about an hour and a half on the main Island.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 104):

After spending several decades looking out for the invaders coming in the American Large Stationary Targets, Teruo, in no overly excited to see one here. Yet strangely, the sight is of some interest.

"Come, Trina. This large warship should have some useful equipment for us. If nothing else, we might be able to use the weapons to deal with that thing. I can introduce you to the others...you are not opposed to meeting dwarves, are you?"

Trina is a slight nervous on the small craft... constantly watching the horizon for clouds or the possibility of a storm.  Even her large red-feathered eagle 'Kyrie' rustles endlessly upon her shoulder clearly agitated as well!

But once the short trip at sea is over and they disembark her mood brightens and her eyes are wide in wonder at the new sights.

She nods in agreement with Teruo, "Yes indeed, I'd dearly like to replace my Breastplate armor and broadsword I lost in my shipwreaking! Oh! There are Dwarves here... Certainly Not! They are the finest craftsmen in all Yurth and generally honest to a frank bluntness... but they almost Never lie! A great and noble ffolk!"

In reply to Trina (msg # 106):

"This one also drinks copiously. Come, lets see if I can find him..."

He hauls his boat up onto the beach and heads off to the resort, or the LST, whichever is closer.

Trina nodded and followed... then grabbed Teruo by the shoulder her eyes going Wide her lovely face struck with pure FEAR!

She leaned close and whispered, "Teruo... there is a VASTLY powerful magical presence nearby!  It..frightens me..."

In reply to Trina (msg # 108):

"Ah, she should. I suspect she is what dragged some of us here. A demi-goddess, or something like that. You may get to meet her."

He tried to put his arm around her to comfort her, unsure if it was even appropriate or not. She did look frightened...

"I have met her. Unless you are evil, you don't need to fear her too much. Of her Dragon boyfriend."

It was about then that he heard a familiar voice. He looked around for the source...

"Looks like our short friend has found us first..."
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