Pentakill-Beginnings Part 7
:What do you mean you don't have a boat! Then How do you make it to the mainland with out the mist!
: I float. Haven't you noticed?
: Well that explains why I cant't hear your foot steps. And Can't you make us enough mist for me to be able to walk to the main land?
: Not without summoning the Maiden again, and only enough to last for a short while.
:Never mind then, I don't need to see that banshee again.
: Can't we make a raft or something out of the trees?
:No! Remember the wood is rotten... and I saw them move as we went to the beach. So I don't need the forest to be against me.
: Well unless you want to wait until the harrowing we don't have much of a choice.
From the fog the group hears a laughter. And then he appears, glorious beard blowing through the breeze, Axes in both hands spread apart like a soaring eagle on top of a ship
: Yes I've arrived. Finally I've made it to the Shadow Isle, now I can kill some...
Olaf sees the group who surprisingly look human and alive
: Wait you're not undead are you?
: Why ye-
: No we aren't, just a bunch of musicians trying to get inspiration from the ocean view.
: Damn. That's the 9th person today who gave me bad directions. That's it I'm going home. Maybe I'll find a sea creature if I go off course.
: Wait! where are you heading?
: I was going to the Frelijord, but I'm stopping by a Demacian port before then.
: Mind if we tag along? We seem to have lost our boat getting here.
: Sure but no free rides. You better keep me entertained on the ship or else I'm throwing you all overboard.
: Deal! Whisper Come on boys this will be our chance to play in a place where their idea of music is hitting a skinned drum.
And So Karthus, Mordekaiser, Yorick, The Maiden, and Numero Uno board Olaf's ship and head off to a Demacian port city