[Danny]

[OOC: Rett is quite far from Pyke at the moment, travelling with Kugal, so if you want to be rescued by someone at Pyke, just say and i'll delete all this]

Rettick is walking amongst the trees when he hears what sounds like the cries of a mudokon [OOC: is Salkin a mudokon? i'm assuming for now that he is] and the barks of slogs.

"Shit, I'M COMING!" he shouts, breaking into a run in the direction of the cries. He bursts into a clearing, to see a mudokon crouched on a branch up a tree, with three slogs barking up at him. "Hang on!" he calls, and attacks the slogs.

He pulls out his machine gun , and blasts one slog with it. To his shame, he quite enjoys it. After all the mistreatment he suffered at the hands of the Cartel, he is more than ready to get his own back.

Unfortunately, as he thinks, another slog leaps at him, biting his gun arm, making him drop the rifle. Pulling out his knife, he slits the slog's throat with it, as the third slog lunges for his throat. Fending it off, he loses his knife.

He was determined not to use magic in the battle when he started, as he had been doubting his magical ability since the Crimson incident. [OOC: don't bother looking it up in the thread 'To The GT', suffice it to say, it caused Rettick to doubt a lot of his beliefs] Now, however, he has no choice. Wondering whether he is capable of it, he releases a huge fireball, reducing the slog to ashes.

{i]So it wasn't Kugal doing that after all,[/i] he thinks, It must be me. He taught it to me without me noticing. That must be it.

Looking up, he notices the mudokon staring at him with wild eyes. Rett raises his hand. "Err... Hi... My name's Rettick. What's yours?"

The stranger swallows. "You're a slig!"

Rett sighs. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you. I just saved your life, didn't I? Now come down. Here, I'll help you." He reaches up, and helps the mudokon down. "Now, what's your name?"

"Selkin." the mudokon looks at the ashes of the slog. "What did you just do?"

Rett follows his eyes. "I'm not really sure myself. Where did those slogs come from?" He suddenly clutches at Selkin's shoulders. "Are there more of them?"

Selkin looks down at him. "Maybe, I'm not sure. There was a hunting party following me..."

"Shit!" Rett grabs Selkin by the arm. "Come on! There's a village called Mukodona near here. We have to warn them, and find the hunters before they do any more damage!"

Rett tries to drag Selkin away, but is seized by a sudden pain in the arm. Looking down, he realises he is injured quite badly.

"Hold on, I can't go, I need to heal for a while. I can speed it up psychically, but it'll still take a while. While we wait, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Selkin?"

Rettisk sits against a tree, and looks expectantly at Selkin.

Selkin:...

[OOC: carry it on, unless you didn't like that, in which case say so, okay?]