Waves gently lap along the beach, the picturesque scene continues for several minutes until something upsets the delicate harmony.

"*Cough* *Cough* *Gasp*" A man flails in the water coughing and only just avoiding drowning as he crawls onto the short,weak, soaked and feeling like the entire ocean had been absorbed into his long brown coat. His appearance did not quite match that of the clans in the area. His pale skin and lithe figure made him seem like a Quicken, but he was much taller than they usually grew and his sharp feature and hawk like eyes made him seem like some kind of mashup of several of the clans.

As he drags himself to the shore he coughs up several liter of water when he is finally does with this he pukes up anything he had eaten and then rolls over onto his back barely avoiding falling into the contents he just heaved onto the ground. "W..h...e..r...e a..m I...?" He asks the sky through chapped lips before drifting off into unconsciousness.

The pebbles that made up this shore crunched and clicked as the sound of cloven feet trodden upon them. A long thick furred caribou walked along the shore; its large horns sitting high upon its head. They were cream colored while the rest of the caribou was a mysterious deep red; the suns last rays glinting off the fur in a surreal fashion. The strangest thing about this beast besides its unusual fur would be the glowing teal pupiless orbs which were its eyes.

The long legged beast slowly walked up towards the odd thing that washed up upon the beach. Then eventually closed the gab sniffing the odd man’s face. The beast blew a large breath straight into the man’s face before seemingly losing interest, and stepping over him carefully avoiding the bile upon the ground. It paused for a coment looking back behind it at the man which lay un stirring on the beach. The large creature shook its head and grunted before giving the person a good kick in the side with its kind foot before it continued on its way heading towards a path that was concealed by the brush.

"Ughf" He grunts as the spirit kicks him and he begins to curl up in pain. His lungs burn and the rest of his body reminds him that he is in fact alive and that it is not happy with him for putting it in this condition. "What the hell?" He grumbles as he looks up at the caribou.

"Holy crap!" He exclaims as he tries to shuffle away but mostly succeeds in flopping over and feebling inching slightly away from it. As it leaves he lets out a sigh of releif and flops back onto his back. His thoughts begin to collect. Right, he had been drowning...huh? Why had...wait a sec...he couldn't remember what came before that.

He drops his head back onto the pebbles with a soft crunch. "High Winds Hell...I've got amnesia? Seriously? Isn't that only supposed to happen in stories?" He grumbles as he continues to lie there. He did not have the strength to get up right now. So he continues to lie there and look at the sky, he felt lonely. "I wonder where I am."

If he is left for an hour or so he will eventually stumble to his feet and begin to drag his battered body after the weird carribou, maybe it'd lead him to some berries or something he could eat...or better yet to a river where he could drink.

He stops for a moment. "...a river..." he muses and rolls the word around in his mind for a few moments before continuing on.

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The area would be quiet as he laid there, but he would have the strong feeling of being watched. As he stood to fallow where the Caribou went he would find the beats tracks leading up the muddy trail which seemed to wind up hill. Eventually if he fallowed it long enough by night fall he would reach a large river; which was a large split between the two islands.

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The man feels the heat on his back from being watched, but he was too weak to do anything about it at the moment. He stumbles down the trail after the caribou until he comes to the river. That really was a good word. He wades into the water and drinks deeply. The water begins to restore his strength and he lets out a laugh and a sigh of relief as his strength and wits began to return he dove into the river completely in revelry and his brown coat remains visible if one looks very closely, but he swims away having anchored it there for misdirection.

He emerges from the river and moves silently into the woods. He was surprised at how easily he moved without noise. He stalks through the jungle making no noise and circles back on whatever had been watching him.

As he rounded back he would hear a deep growl like hiss behind him; something close to a wolfs but much more sinister. Then two more sounded from either side of him; this time much closer than the first one. From behind the thick brush black forms could be seen moving; about the size of a wolf however defiantly dragon like. They made hardly any noise as they prowled through the underbrush, easily avoiding there preys detection until they were within a few meters of him. A deep glow seem to come from ones throat illuminating its scaly wolf like face.

Another one that had come from the opposite side of the one glowing sprung leaping at its prey with jaws wide open aiming for the throat.

The man stalks through the jungle, but as he does the two dragons appear. He notices them at the last minute and curses himself for being slow. He wasn't int he condition for this. What were these things anyways? He didn't have time to deal with that. The man moves with skill and reflexes he did not even know he had. A pair of throwing knives appear in each hand and as one of the dragons lung at him he flicks a knife blade first into its mouth as he rolls away and comes up brandishing another knife ready to fight the pair of monsters.

Despite his confusion his movements were compact and practiced as if he had spent a lot of time practicing them. The man felt adrenaline coursing through his veins and his breath begins to speed up. He did not want to fight these things, but he did not have any idea how to fight something like this.

He shouldn't have left his jacket in the river. He starts slowly backing towards the river his senses open and keeping an eye out for an additional threat that might appear.

The first beast let out a howl as the knife went through the top of its mouth, it stopped its attack and retreated letting out a pitiful whine as it scratched at its snout trying to get the blade out. The other two stopped their pursuit and slunk back slightly….this thing was as easy of prey as they first thought. It wasn't long until the orange glow came from the remaining two snouts launching two small fire blasts towards the man.

The other wolf with the knife in its snout still was trying to remove it; the likely hood of it saying in there until the beast either choked on the blood or starved to death was high.

Closer to where Rivers jacket was a bird like cry came from a branch over hanging the river. Teal pupiless orbs stared out of a cream heart shaped face of a barn owl. This too was deep red; its large talons hanging on to the branch. Waiting and watching.

Rivers dives out of the way of the fireballs. Hell these things were dangerous... But as he watches the one he knifed scratching at its mau he sighs and lifts his hands letting the daggers disappear up his sleeves. He circles around them slowly towards the wounded dragon, then when he finally gets close enough he jumps on it wrenching the knife free and rolling away.

"Now leave!" He shouts at the group as he makes the bloody dagger disappears as well before dashing back towards the river and his coat. He wondered if that had been a good idea.

Once more the bird let out a sharp cry; and the flashfang dragons surprisingly retreated. There was the sound of flapping wings as the bird took flight and flew off into the night. Disappearing from view. As the man dashed off towards the river; seemingly preoccupied with getting away from the wolf like creatures. However the feeling of being watched was still strong. A group of men camouflaged in the darkness stepped out, one wielding a large club. The large man took a swing as Rivers ran by aiming for the back of his head. Hopefully the blow would knock the man out…if not there were more standing by.

As Rivers gets to his coat and as scoops it up he notices the dragons were not following him, but that fact set off several alarm bells in his head in and of itself. If he notices the clubman just before he swings and ducks the strike while slipping on his jacket.

"H...hey there fellas no need to get rough now~" he says in an appeasing tone." I am just here to meet my pal the glowing caribou." He tells them as he raises his hands but steps backwards. If these guys really wanted to hurt him he was not going to make it easy.

"So guys can we do this without violence?" He asks in a hopeful tone "I'll follow peacefully if that's what you want..." he did not want to fight these numbers.

One was about to blow a dart at the stranger when the one with the club held his hand out. “Wait!” They lowered their weapons and looked at each other curiously; they had all heard him say something about the weird glowing caribou. They obviously looked conflicted on what to do; something about that Caribou meant something to them. Whether it was good or bad remained to be seen. The one with the club obviously the one leading the group in this little expedition moved forward.

”Was this Caribou red?”

Odd thing to fixate about but it was at least stalling the men from bashing the man’s brains in and then stripping him of all that he owned. Then again one of the men still had a pocket full of sleeping darts ‘barrowed’ from the murderous tribe.

The man looks at the group pensively looks like he'd wet their appetites, but the performance had only just begun. He'd gotten lucky that the caribou was big, but while stories and embellishment were good he needed to make sure he could make it out of this alive so he couldn't embellish too much. "Yes, and though I call it a friend all it actually did was save me from drowning and then show me to water to prevent my from dying of dehydration." He explains, the animal seems significant so he needed to take a gamble, and the best lies contained bits of truth within them.

He took careful stock of the group, trying to fight his way out would be tough he was at the edge of the water so he might be able to escape that way, but he would rather not since he had just gotten through drowning a first time. One seemed to have a tube that looked like it was used to propel long ranged projectiles, probably poisoned ones.

If this was going to turn bad he had worked out an appropriate plan of attack, but hopefully he could just talk his way out of this. He felt a bundle lashed to the inside of his coat, it felt like swords, well no time to use those at this point anyways, but maybe he was carrying something else that was useful if this turned really bad.

He raises his hands slightly higher and to a slightly farther back angle.

"So what do you say guys? Wanna go grab a drink somewhere? Or if we've gotta go talk to someone we could just move on. I'm not really in a rush having just washed up onto the shore." He assures them with a disarming smile.

The group all exchanged nervous glances; wondering what to do with this new stranger. The red spirit could either be a bad or a good omen. However when the man began to move the weapons were raised again and pointed at him. No one made any movements to shoot, club or anything else but they were ready in case this man tried to run. Once more they looked at the one who seemed to be leading to the group to decide what to do with this one.

”We will take him to Wurud….If the red spirit felt the need to intervene with this one then she should be the one to decide what to do with him… Does anyone know which island Wuruds on today?”

The one with the blow dart nodded.

”Wuruds up at the Leaky Wheel I think”

The large man grunted and nodded before turning his attention back to the odd man.

”You are on Bog Burglar territory; washed up or not you’re a trespasser. Usually we’d sooner sink you into that river; however if your story is true one of our gods saw it fit to see you to safety…So we will take you to our clans leader. If you agree to be blind folded and go peacefully you have it on our honor you will arrive unharmed”