Down In Flames » Places

         The boat bobbed and swayed on the water in a nauseating manner. A boat full of grey, sullen, defeated people with faces as long as the mast. They were pale and miserable, appearing more as spectres than humans. But they were humans. Humans on the run, divided and scattered all thanks to the Outcasts.

Alvin had led an attack on Olaf's Reach, the cliffside village of the Bearclaw tribe. They were overwhelmed, outnumbered. They were know for their fearsome fighting techniques, but Alvin caught them off guard. Nothing could be done. The chief was slaughtered, the bravest warriors either dead or dying, the village taken.

Rae, the hunter of the tribe, had taken it upon herself to try and gather willing volunteers to embark on a journey to Berk to seek refuge while they resupplied, regrouped and plotted to take their home back. But, also to request an alliance with the Chief of Berk, Stoick the Vast. She knew that with his backing they had a chance. She had heard of the dragons that Berk had tamed and knew that their assistance would be invaluable now most of thier warriors were gone.

The boats floated closer to the docks, the mooring lines were secured and the gang planks extended, allowing the people to disembark onto solid ground once more. Rae gritted her teeth as her aching muscles protested against movement, but she tried to ignore it. This mission was far too important...