Kyrie takes to the Air. Trina's avian companion takes their time soaring over the island. Gliding back and forth using the thermals from the hills to gain altitude when needed the sharp eyed bird scours the island.

When Kyrie gets back to Trina the bird lets her know what has been seen.

Teruo prepares to go ashore to investigate, using a smaller craft.

Trina moved to the center of the main deck and sat down.  Then she began to pull off her boots until she was barefooted and crossed her legs in what very few might recognize as the Lotus position placing her hands on her knees she closed her eyes and took long slow breaths.  Kyrie, her red-feathered Eagle fluttered over to perch upon her shoulder heavily and she seemed not to notice or care.  She sat there for long seconds before Kyrie shuddered slightly and began to preen his feathers and flex his talon feet... just like Trina began to flex her bare feet.

Then the Redish Eagle took off into the early dawn skies...

Trina sat perfectly still the next 2 hours her only motion being the rapid eye movement under eyelids as if she were in a deep dream state...


When Kyrie returned he swooped in to again heavily perch upon her shoulder... and Trina's eyes shot open with a deep breath and a weary look in her pretty green eyes.

She stood awkwardly and called out, "Parchment and stylus please ... I want to sketch the isle while it is still fresh in my mind."

As Trina sketched out the map she pointed out the positions on the map of two coast watchers currently watching our boat with Binoculars. She reported the watchers did not seem alarmed at our presence off their coast. She noted small camps in the woods under camouflage netting. She reports there are lots of wild pigs on the island and edible crops... potentially being cultivated by the natives. She notes the position of the Main Camp in the middle of the island along with several smaller camps around it.  She also shows a river and a boat moored there and that the boat was of equal size to our boat.

"Be warned the natives are all armed with firearms..."
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Trina's sketched map...

So you make your preparations and at the appointed time are transported to the island. The beach is sandy and feels rather firm under your feet. You don't need that funny feeling on the back of your neck to know that you are being watched.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 7):

Teruo will head for cover quickly. Others, he assumes, will be better diplomats.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 7):

Trina was given time to recover from her scouting mission in flight over the isle delaying the island landing by another two hours, but her fatigue returned she was eager to get ashore to start their first contact.  As a young Princess her mother ...though it was unlikely her 'little-wandering-star' daughter would even needs such skills on behalf of the elven Caithness Forest Houses ~ Trina was trained in basic diplomacy.

Disembarking the keel boat to the shore Trina lead the way toward the position of the coast watchers.  But before doing so she paused and spoke a few words and simple gestures casting a spell... Missile Shield.. the effect is  not really visible.  All that is really seen is that her familiar, Kyrie ~ the red feather hawk lands upon her shoulder and a brief flash of golden light suffuses her person then fades.

Trina turns and smiles to everyone, letting her FN-FAL Battle Rifle fall on it's patrol sling at her shoulder, "..Just for safety.  Everyone follow taking cover.  I don't know if the native speak languages I know.. so we'll see."

Trina then walked out into the open heading with no attempt at stealth or concealment to approach the Coastal watcher position.

She spoke first in Anglish, to see if they understood that first; "HELLO!  We mean you no harm... We are explorers.  May we speak with your leaders in Peace?"

Actions -
Cast Missile Shield = 5en from Kyrie [FP: 12/ 7]

00:40, Today: Trina rolled 13 using 3d6.  Diplomacy [12-]. – 13
- If the targets are male Trina is +1 to her diplomacy roll if they might be attracted to her as she is attractive [That would make this a Success]

00:39, Today: Trina rolled 10 using 3d6.  Cast - Missile Shield [13-; En Cost 5, Regular; Dur: 1min]. – 10
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As self appointed bodyguard to the Princess, Thorrarlun stuck close to her, fully equipped (as usual) in his mishmash of ancient and modern armour and weaponry.
While transiting to shore in the small boat his bulk was greatly enhanced by not just one, but two life jackets, the whiteness of his knuckles gripping the gunwhale *almost* visible through his metal gauntlets so tight was his grasp. Once ashore he quickly stripped off the floatation aids and tossed them into the boat before quickly moving away from the water, eyes darting in every direction, his body placed as best he could between any perceived danger and the Princess.
Meanwhile, it was his understanding the handful of lizard people they'd brought with them had spread out to the flanks and concealed themselves in the water.

In reply to Thorrarlun Blackiron (msg # 10):

Teruo covered her from a distance. If she had to run back, he would make sure whoever attacked her paid.

you have a trio of hills surrounding the beach. It doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to figure that all three hills have eyes. To the Northeast are the settlements that Trina has seen. To get there you will have to get past the hills and through some woods.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 12):

Teruo will move towards the nearest hill...stealthily.

{Don't know why your delaying what I've already done but I'll repeat myself}

Trina does not hide, and does not move stealthily; she walks right up the hill to where the watchers are and addresses them... maintaining her Missile Shield spell.

"HELLO!  We mean you no harm... We are explorers.  May we speak with your leaders in Peace?"
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Trina:The guard that you approach is wary as if they have had trouble from strangers before. He is a large muscular brown skinned man with intricate tattoos over his body. The tattoos do not seem to be random and possibly mean something. he signals to someone else and then gets a signal back.

"OK, but I will have to ask you to disarm yourselves. At least the ones who are going to meet with our leader."

Tycho: After an unexpected swim you found yourself captive on a tropical island. You have no clue where you actually are but the primative natives have let you go free and given you your stuff back after determining that you are not a threat.

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 15):

Unexpected swim? What went wrong?

OOC: it's for a new Player who's joined us.

Tycho checks their seals - all good - and checks their logs. They... don't remember taking any hallucinogens? Was someone fucking with them? Fuck, but there's.... ugh. Outside. It's the worst. Another check of their seals - suit's holding strong. It's a struggle, but they manage to take a deep breath, fighting down agoraphobia, and set out to look for... something. Civilization? A map?

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 15):

Trina nods pondering the sentry's words.

"I am just the forward scout of contact. If we can establish that we are not enemies perhaps first you could send a negotiator with a security delegation  of four ~ your negotiator and three guards and we do the same three guards and our negotiator; to a neutral open area on the beech to talk and discuss our gaining permission to explore and or contact with your community. Would that be acceptable?"

Tycho: You are on a smallish tropical island that to you is very primitive. You find some hidden farm plots and the system of irrigation is primitive plastic piping. the local's weapons are modular cased cartridge firearms. There seems to be at least two groups on the island. The first is a group of large heavily tattooed tribesmen, the other is a smaller group of female Pirates.

Trina:
"Your terms are acceptable." The watchman replies. He towers over Trina by over a foot.

"However we are not the only group on this island and they will attend the meeting. "

In reply to Island Spirit (msg # 20):

Trina smiles brightly, beaming as she looks up at the Island native watchman, "That's Wonderful!  All are welcome to speak and engage in peaceful dialogue and negotiation.  I'm sure there is much were can learn and trade with each other!  Shall we meet in say 2hours?"

In reply to Trina (msg # 21):

Ah, got it now! Teruo will watch things with Trina. Did he see a splashdown?

Teruo: No he did not see a Splashdown.


Everyone: at the Appointed time the various peoples of the Island Meet at the beach West of the trio of Hills. There are multiple parties gathering at one spot.

First off is a Massive dark skinned man who's bare torso is covered in intricate tattooing. The tattoos seem to be planned rather than just random shapes and images.Cradled in the crook of one muscular arm is a shark toothed warclub.  Flanking him are two smaller warriors with some form of Automatic Weapon.

Next off is a Dark haired woman with blue eyes. She is Flanked to her right by a dark skinned woman with an ebony hilted and sheathed sword on her belt. On her left is an Auburn haired woman with an AKM with grenade launcher.

Lastly is Tycho who has been told of the meeting and encouraged to attend because they are currently Independant.

Finally there is the party from the Isle of the Three sisters. The Princess has pulled rank. She will be the main diplomat with Trina and Thorrarlun as her escort.

Teruo, you have been asked to watch from off shore. Should the princess be endangered you are to command the Lizard men and rescue her.

"Ah... Hello?" Tycho looks around, nervous about pulling back their helmet. They have on a colorful suit that covers head-to-toe, including their head, but the faceplate is clear, giving a good view of their uncertain expression.

Tycho is very, very confused and lost, and trying to figure out what is going on, and how they might be able to get home. Or at least, someplace comfortable and safe to sleep.

A little robot dog crouches by their heels, peering around.

Trina smiles at the lone person her expression curious, "Greetings.  I am Trinaephalaryeth 'Gilderleaf', Trina will suffice... who your you?  Are you not hot and stifled within that... strange outfit?  I fear for your well being in this tropical heat!"

The slender attractive young woman has pale golden blonde waist length hair and deep emerald green eyes with pointed ears ~ she is not wholly-human.. though very similar. She is clad in a mix of archaic hand woven clothing and what might be modern ballistic weave armor with barbaric but clean and un-corroded metal mesh ~ chain mail?  She is armed with a ballistic longarm slug thrower of some privative design but clearly of precision manufacturing. Incongruously she also carries a heavy but ornate broadsword slung at her hip and a wooden unstrung bow with a quiver of arrows across her back!  Such an odd mix of archaic primitiveness and anachronistic elements one might think her an extra from some ancient historical reenactment.

Upon her shoulder is a oddly red-feathered Eagle... That regards the small metallic automaton at Tycho's feet with an even stranger yet highly intelligent regard.
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The princess very discretely elbows Trina. While she likes the Elven girl's boldness there is decorum to be followed. Hopefully the girl would remember to introduce her to the locals.

The large Tattooed man with the club has a strong but mellow voice like he is confidant enough with his power that he does not have to be overtly flashy with it.


"I am Roi-Tan, I am the head of my people and we were the masters of these waters until recently. "