[color=gold][u][b]Ishmael[/b][/u][/color]
      Ishmael looked from Inyata,...'good she has learned some maners', he then saw Regallia approach them and directed the young pirates attention.[color=gold]"Go with her, she will direct where you will be at."[/color] He said. He then nodded thankfully to Regallia.. good thats one problem I wont have to worry about. Bad enough I will have to protect the boy, I can't both protect him and teach this woman how to be proper.  He sighed and looked about, everyone was in position and in there spots. He could see Wade still standing and waiting. I suppose he prefers to walk. If he prefers it that's fine by me. He then patted his horse and flicked the reins. His stead moving along and out the gate, he was followed by the boy Daniel and the cart which held the supplies they would need. He then pulled the rope that had been tied to the saddle and walking in behind the horse was the prisoner. A man forced to show these people where his friends where at, or be put to the chopping block. Either way it was a death sentence. The horse moved out and took the lead and then he pulled on the rope and pointed to the front. The prisoner did as he asked and took the lead. He was to lead the way. For his sake he better not lead them on. It wasn't what Ishmael would do to him that would be terrorfying... it's what the others would do to him.

Eventually the troupe would come to a bridge that would take them over the river. It was a large bridge, to stretch across a river wide enough and deep enough to carry a corsair's ship through it. The bridge had spots in it that used to be lit. However, it wasn't even close to night fall yet. The sun was creeping down there though but not yet needed for the man whose job it was to light them. They would trek as far as they could until they needed to rest. He felt kind of odd with Ceceria at his back. It wasn't so much odd ,but a weird feeling of nervousness. If she saw me right now, she would be real jealous.....

[color=magenta][u][b]Ceceria[/b][/u][/color]

            Ceceria smirked at the young pirate woman. Inyata was her name, what a odd name, even for a pirate. Regallia was a much cooler name, it fit the belt of a great person full of respect and admired by most. Regallia was how a pirate should be, not like.... that. She said looking to Inyata. Then again the lady was young and stupid. She then heard the voice of Ramara and pulled away from her position. [color=magenta]"Oh?... it was?...."[/color] She said rather quizically but full of mirth. Her eyes sparkling from the light shinning off of Ishmael's armor. [color=magenta]"Oh well,... it did it's job though. That mark didn't even see the hidden dagger."[/color] She looked to the fellow assassin. [color=magenta]"You see I had a bit of adjustments made on it.... The part you hold with your hand seperates from the body of the violin revealling that it is also the hilt of a pointy dagger..... had to get a new change of clothes though. He ruined my old ones with his blood.... so so rude of him to do so."[/color] She added as if the man could control where the blood splurted. She had to chuckle at it. [color=magenta]"Oh I can not wait to show you my new tricks....."[/color]

     Ceceria looked rather excited for the mission, a little to excited. If someone every got so excited to kill something that they acted like a girl chasing a prince, then there was often something wrong with her... in the head. 

[color=pink][u][b]Nova[/b][/u][/color]

       The warg marched up the ram to the gates, and with a howl of it's roar, the gates began to open and in they went. The fortress was a lot huger up close then from far away. It however had seen better days. She could see the scarring on the walls. The marks where stones hit as they were thrown by the trebuchet that launched them. She sighed, how mighty has this place fallen that bandits have now claimed it. Oh father, oh mother we should not have adanboned such a place to the monsters of this world. The orc dropped from his warg and it moved away to its place of rest ,shortly after the orc yanked her off of it. Rather forcibly too. She frowned, ' first on the the list is the asshole orc'.... she said as he carried her underneath his arm up the stone stairs. He then stopped and moved to the side of the wall opening a door. He took her inside and down some spiral stairs. It was here where she found her place of rest. A dungeon so to speak. The orc took her to a empty cell, rather large and ment to hold a lot of people. He set her down and chained her ankles to the floor. Then he chained on of her hands and cut the rope that bound her to chain the other. There she was , alone in a dark room with light coming from a single two inch wide window. 

      She did not like this, not one bit. Then again who would.....