The journal of Nei, a Paladin in the service of House Organo.
House Organo is under the influence of the Giff however they are not accepting of their rulers, they are secretly in rebellion.
The Giff themselves are said to have come from the sky on a star – how true this is depends on who you ask, but make no mistake they are alien in nature, and technologically advanced.
Before the rise of the Giff Empire, the Giff were split into factions where one side wanted to co-exist peacefully with the inhabitants of this world, and the other faction desired world domination.
Ultimately the peaceful faction was all but annihilated.
We found ourselves floating over the Tatu Sea, on a diplomatic mission to deliver a message on behalf of our princess to a Giff battlemaster by the name of Ubi who fought against the rise of the Giff Empire many years ago.
Unfortunately for us, a huge Giff dreadnaught appeared on the horizon and approached us fast. The Giff ship opened fire and huge cannonballs ripped through the ship. Grapples sunk into our ship and dragged it slowly towards the oncoming attacker. The princess, knowing the importance of her message made it clear that we had to go and ensure it’s delivery even if that meant leaving her behind.
The attackers bridged the gap with a gangplank and attempted to board. I ran over, attempting to stop them but was pushed aside with ease. The four of us; Ricktar, Alicath, Eddie and myself, decided it was time to go and flee to the escape chutes.
It was hard to see what lay below.
As we broke through the clouds there were many islands dotted about and we made aim for the largest of these.
Eddit, Ricktar and Myself, all had a heavy landing while Alicath swept overhead landing softly with a pirouette.
As more survivors from the ship parachuted to far-off islands, Alicath played a humble tune on the lute, by lute-master Fonsei and the late Father Yankee, named Déspaçito.
We watched as the wreckage of our ship plunged in the sea, the fate of the princess, and Mr Tibbles (Ricktar’s prized horse), unknown. We found ourselves on a beach, behind us a large jungle that followed the curve of the island to a steep cliff. A small hill lay in the other direction which we proceed to climb to gain a vantage point, however it was hard to see so far in the distance. Eddie’s familiar, Owl, scouted around and discovered a settlement not far from our location. We decided to head to the nearest village to see if any villagers knew the whereabouts of Ubi.
Without warning the ground erupted as we approached, and an angry Bulette attacked! We all took heavy damage and Alicath had some suicidal plan to open its mouth!? Eventually the armour in its back cracked and I delivered a punishing blow with my warhammer.
After battle we rested and headed down to the settlement and, on the way, a farmer in his horse and cart came trundling down the road. Eddie charmed the farmer and the farmer invited us back to his house. He told us to travel to Isley harbour but also warned us to be on the lookout for grung. Alicath played a lovely song and we all discussed Ricktar’s bathing habits or … lack of them. I requested the letter, in the spirit of keeping it dry and clean. Ricktar took it out from underneath his breastplate and I gingerly put it in my backpack.
After a long rest our group travelled into the jungle as we made our way towards Isley harbour. An arrow twanged against my armour and we found ourselves surrounded by grung and being jabbed by tiny knives! Eddie cast a sleeping spell, which got most of them. Ricktar cleaved another in two. Those grung who could flee, did. But we hadn’t seen the last of them – they brought reinforcements!
After a short fight, a new sound emanated from the depths of the jungle which froze the grung in place. The grung fled and a giff burst through the trees! As it turned out the giff says his name is Ubi! I handed Ubi the letter, which the giff promptly read it and pondered on its contents. He left and gestured for us to follow.
After a short walk a hut appeared in a clearing and the giff headed inside…
Written by Chloe Wakefield
Artwork by Jess Butcher – www.friendlyurchin.com
Edited by Aaron Surnaym