It seems the promises of a home were short lived. Already there has been an attempt on their lives, and that coupled with rumors of them being some sort of “chosen” people has made for a rough adjustment to their new lives.

I’m kind of hoping that one of these guards accepts my open invitation to an ass kicking. Considering that Tsokin and myself have been getting some not so friendly looks; I’m of the mind that these “civilized” folk have a bit of a problem with those of a slightly orcish nature. Honestly, it makes no difference to me whether or not these bastards are friendly to us, it’s just easier to hit a shiny tin soldier than the energy storm that reduced my home into nothing.

I think it’s nice to have Tsokin and these little children here to keep me from doing something stupid.

Tso never was much for staying in one place. He was afflicted with wanderlust one might say. He knew the lands to be his home, all of it. He knew every blade of grass in that area. All in a past-tense now. They headed to their true home, but it will never be the same. This realization hit him as he looked at the emptiness that was once full of lands, and the known world, and had a gut-wrenching feeling in his body, down to his bones. “Never again…” He muttered to himself as he poured into the maps that were provided to him. His expertise in the lands, the one thing that made him unique and sought after at times, made him feel equal, was gone. We was just another half-orc now. He looked to his cousin as he watched over some of the children that just felt his protection then back to the maps. “I have to do…” He muttered to himself again and thought of the poor fisherman’s son, whom now was as-if alienated from them. It strangely seemed normal, but made his skin feel fake, like this magic could be contagious. He shuttered and tried to think of something else. The Druid had to be near him on his feeling of being robbed of his dear land, he always respected the land so much, what would he do? He focused on the coastlines for a bit, his back aching a little, his eyes a bit heavy, but with a inner fire, he tried to make sense of it all, as if he could start to see individual trees. He then felt a hand on his shoulder. The cleric, normally he would have jerked away, but he could tell somehow it was him. He looked back, but he did not see him right there, he was further away, talking to a mass of the ships new crew who could not find sleep. The Cleric had nodded to the half-orc. It was reassuring. He use to hate him, the outsider he would say, but that quickly faded, as he grew to count on him for healing and his words, but he would never tell him such things. His eyes told him what he might say from a distance. “Be still my child, this is our path, embrace it.” Or some ruckus, he would scoff and look away, but let the intentions sink in anyways. So he did, and he found he could focus a bit more. This path still unknown was coming their way whether they wanted it or not, he just wanted to be prepared…

He did not sleep that night, but felt rested as though he had.

With their homeland being an incorporeal memory, the refugees make way for unknown lands. Anticipation gave way to awe inspiring thought the second their eyes fell upon the great cliffs that mark the coast of a land that was to become their home. What adventures await the wearied refugees of the island villages to the north? Only time will tell.

“Ive always been in awe of the sea. Something so big, so powerful, and yet at times, gentle. It is just as much home to us as our island. We have lived by it, and we have died by it. But now, things have changed. I look out over it even now, its not the same anymore. Today we travel across our waters…, no, not our waters anymore. ….Today we travel over these waters to the homeland. But not quite our home.

We are who survived, we with no home. We shall wander for a time.

But for now, we sail. This ship is much larger than my peoples’, and it is strange. I can feel it in the woodwork, in the lines and sails. These are strange people too, but for now we will trust them. What more can we do?

I see Brice from time to time, he looks well for what he has been through. He has awakened. He will go on to do great things, for our world has changed and him with it. More than us by any means.

Shawn, I can hear him. Still speaking to the survivors, his word brings with it a calm, like the morning breeze. A holy man my father would call him. I did not trust him at first, but then my father told me ‘His ways and our own are not as different as you think, my son.’ My father was right, I have come to value Shawn’s insight and reason.

I think Ill wait here a while more, the sea is calmer now. Not for too long of course, I can already smell the ale, Tsokin is headed my way, or maybe Slanish. The half-orcs. They are just as out of place as I am. Good lads, never a dull moment.

Time to go it would seem, my friends are waiting, but I cant help but wonder what will become of us.

We who survived."