Jakkal in Dark Ages

Often traveling amongst the lush vegetation in the East woodland I have
ventured far on small walks of exploration. Many a times I have walked to
the beaches and cliffs of the western side of the East woodlands and stared
off at the horizon. Upon doing so I had spotted a rather large Isle, It
appeared much uninhabited. Curious I asked about but no one seemed to give a
definite answer to my inquiries so I thought I should go into action myself.
With many long hours and days of lumbering finally I had made a crude boat of
the nearby trees of the Eastern Woodlands. I gathered supplies and prepared
for a long journey toward the island of my adventure from which I would gain
invaluable knowledge and insight into the connection of goblins to the
mainland.

The was rough and the small boat I had prepared careened and constantly I
feared it would capsize any minute. I let out a breath of relief as I began
to come upon the shores of the Island of my journey. Anchoring my small boat
upon the sandy beach of the island I could see a lush tropical Island of
exotic plants and strange vegetation. Much of the time when I first landed
on the strange Isle I gazed at the foreign atmosphere wondering who created
such a thing. The trees jutted out of the land sharply with the straight
branches jutting up diagonally and vertically. The leaves upon the tree
appeared to be extremely full and thick and leaves stocks grew from other
leaf stocks. It appeared to have a strange fruit that looked a greenish
brown. Upon examining the floor near the tree a small arrangement of mold
grew in a circle around the tree. A conclusion was draw that the mold and
the tree had a symbiotic relationship. The tree dropped its fruit to the
mold which ate the fleshy fruit, the mold in turn would disperse the seeds by
pulsating in the strangest matter carefully bringing the seeds to the ends of
the mold circles and where the seeds where dropped to let them germinate.

Further I explored into the Island seeing many of the native plants I was
well used to seeing. But very soon I began to realize that the Island was
somehow inhabited. Several warning signs where evident, exploration of the
island revealed several traps for small rodents to my keen eye as well as
neatly chopped trees and slash and burn cutting. This began to almost
frighten me as the foul stench of recognizable goblin or kobold dung filled
my nostrils. The stench was strangely familiar as the time i was slaughtered
utterly in the caves of the goblins and grimloks. Suddenly my heart raced
and I began to try to be more stealthy realizing I could be in very much
danger. I wanted to turn back and go back to my little boat and row far away
but the prospect of exploration was too much. I camped during the day eating
a meal of packed grapes and cherries from the city of Soumi. In the night I
was awakened suddenly by the soft glow of a campfire and crude voices
speaking in an even cruder language. I gazed fearfully and tried as best as
possible to remember my rogue training creeping silently toward the light.
What I saw made my heart race as I gazed upon the camp of the goblins as well
as kobolds. currently they where performing a religious ceremony and there
where each a goblin shaman and a kobold shaman. A large pot of an unknown
substance gave off a strong and unpleasant smell making me cup my hand over
my nose. The ritual was a little enchanting and it reminded me much of the
Sgrios masses I have attended, the goblins and kobolds where a much more
religiously devout culture than aisling I believed.

They a carrier goblin from another camp as I could only guess came out of
the woods and presented a letter to the kobold shaman who had given the
carrier another letter to give the other camp. I was in even more grave
danger than I had originally thought, Apparently the goblins and kobolds have
been living here for quite some time.
That morning I decided that it would do me well to leave the island before I
became a meal or sacrifice to their God. I creeped silently back to my
encampment and regathered my supplies. I decided to take a different route
and I had seen many lumbering yards upon where the goblins had abandoned
their tools to settle in for the night. The lumber yards suggested a
productivity amongst the goblin culture which was a bit intriguing. I
hastily began to hike back toward my boat but before the night was over I
decided to walk along the beach for a bit. Along the coast it was quiet and
somber as I shuffled my feet softly in the sand. Suddenly a large structure
appeared, actually several of them. Along much of the beach there where small
shipping bays that the goblins had made with their crude tools and techniques
and the buildings they constructed where as equally disgusting as they where.
I had realized that the goblin and kobolds of Astrid had a gate to the
mainland from this island.