I miss ya, love. - Rin'tza
Somewhere on the dreary sands of Darkshore, Jembekk toils away, shaping wood, bark and rope with his lone hand. Aching from his arduous work, the weary troll wipes his brow and falls backwards onto his backside for a rest. Thank the Loa his tattered loincloth was just enough to keep the sand out of his a-…
"Wha’ dat be?"
Something shiny brought ashore by the tide caught Jembekk’s eye. Curiosity outweighed fatigue, and Jembekk pushed himself onto his scrawny legs to stumble over to the shiny thing. It was a bottle! Maybe there would be gold or something valuable inside! Jembekk promptly gnawed the cork from the bottle and turned the thing upside-down to collect his riches.
There was no gold. Instead, it was slip of paper. Disheartened, Jembekk thought to cast the paper aside… Then again… Once more, curiosity compelled that old druid, causing him to unravel the paper and take a peek. That writing was familiar to him.
Jembekk squinted and frowned and contorted his face into all manner of expressions trying to recall what those little markings meant.
"A-… Ahhh. Mmmmeh- Mees- MISS! Ah missss eeeaa- y-ya loooov. Ah miss ya loov. Love! Ah miss ya, love… Rin’tza…"
Jembekk’s heart swelled. She still had him in her mind! She still loved him!
"Ah miss ya too, me heart." Jembekk gently folded the letter and placed it back into the bottle, cork and all. He reached for a spare strip of rope, crafted from tightly woven grasses, and secured it to his loincloth. “An’ Ah be comin’ home soon!”
With new-found strength, Jembekk walked to the pile of rope and flattened wood he was working on. He nestled himself below a few strips of rope, shut his eyes, and concentrated. Calling upon the mighty Loa and upon his fleeting magical abilities, Jembekk quickly swelled to many times his size into the form of a powerful orca. The ropes reaches around his body like a harness and the flattened wood served to replace his missing flipper, lost along with his hand.
Jembekk thrashed about wildly, kicking up great volumes of sand with his fluke and digging himself a wide trench. To his displeasure, Jembekk’s harness shifted in place and he reverted to his natural form.
"Still a bit too loose…" Muttered he as his work began once more.