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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