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Now writing story: To Ancient Islands
| Proloque | Small boat in very bad condition crunched on stony shore of the Island of Ataka. Thump aroused weak travelers who had been sleeping. They had sailed a long distance from Barond, where they had succeeded to escape the Mavalan soldiers. After drifting most of the time on mercy of wind without knowing their destination, they had finally get ashore and hopefully safe. |
| Dingo | Nook awoke, battered, bruised, and very sore. He wondered why, and then like hammer to iron, it all came back to him. Ataka...Barond...Mavalan soldiers...storm...He realised he was extremely lucky to be alive, although he had no idea why the Gods had spared him, after all, he was a burglar. Nook checked out his surroundings, being a halfling he was curious of course. What he saw was a wreck of a ship, but not quite a shipwreck, a sandy beach, and a bunch of trees. Well, that ruled out the possibility of survival. What was he going to steal? Bark off the trees? No, no, he told himself, gotta keep cool. He looked around for Tentin, where was the blasted dwarf? Ah, there he was. lying on a plank of wood. Not as glamorous as Nooks plank of course, mused the halfling. Just as he was about to waken the dwarf he heard a low rumbling. Louder, louder, on top of him. the next thing he saw was a large wooden club, hurtling toward his face at break-neck speed. Oh bother.... |
| Robo-Man | Mmm...is that a roast? Nook wondered. Something smelt good. He opened his eyes. Why am I tied to a pole? He wondered. Ah right...captured by unseen-as-of-yet creatures. Well, I might as well have a look at them. Nook got a shock, halflings, they were halflings. His own kinfolk! And he'd been captured by them. He turned his attention to the tantalising smell that was tormenting his taste buds. It was a small humanoidish creature roasting over a fire. Its clothes were lying on a rock. Hmm, is that Tentins knife? Then it hit him they were roasting Tentin, poor guy. Better than me, thought Nook. So what was that halfling starting towards him doing with that dagger, come to cut him down and free him, hoped the halfling. Fat chance. |
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