[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://s8.favim.com/orig/150123/divergent-four-gif-tobias-eaton-Favim.com-2413278.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction 
ends up being the biggest step of your life.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpgcT_py5g8][color=556B2F]- [I]Unknown[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Exiting London via the Wall of Jericho (Northwest Interior) 
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Thalken's strides faltered as the crazy German fellow's words washed over him. He found himself slowing to a halt, a shaky breath escaping his lips, before he looked over his shoulder at the man. The look on his face was mostly indecipherable as he simply stared at Ludwig as the crazy man was already going along his merry way. A big part of him didn't believe that the man had meant what he had said, that the ever cold mercenary that was Thalken actually had a heart. And yet, an even bigger part of himself wanted so much for it to be true. He was never good at expressing his inward feelings in a outwardly pleasant manner, so he was a bit unsure as to how he managed to con this person into seeing the truth that laid within him. As he faced forward once more and continued back towards his "assigned" wagon, the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

	However, he quickly smothered it as he heard The Great Bazhooli's booming voice behind him. As contradictory as it sounded, he wasn't quite ready for everyone to see all of his true colors. You could say in a way his usual standoffish exterior was a defense mechanism of a sort. He cleared his throat, testing his voice before speaking. [color=556B2F]"What?"[/color] he finally retorted gruffly to Vlad. Admittedly though his voice was a bit lackluster in regards to its usual level of coldness. What could he say, he was in a better mood now. 

	He arched a brow at the man, wondering what he was getting at. Glancing behind the man he could see that Ludwig was already on top of getting the wall closed back. He bit back a sastified smirk and instead opted for a matter of fact statement. [color=556B2F]"It seems that that matter is already dealt with,"[/color] he stated simply. He started to turn away, but Vlad's last utterance gave him pause. [color=556B2F]"Uh, no. It's called [i]Nottingham[/i], not naughty ham."[/color] He shook his head slightly and rolled his eyes once his back was turned to the man. [i]Foreigners.[/i]
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/9Dv4Aj9kOyiUZlbmRC/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Integrity is doing the right thing 
even when no one is watching.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtRNxl236No][color=DC143C]- [I]C.S. Lewis[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] The Sea (Off the coast of Preston, England)
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Leadership
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	Fyror walked back out onto the main deck, allowing Miss Fontaine what little privacy she could get on this small fishing boat. He rubbed the weariness from his face, before gazing out at the open sea with a small sigh. He knew he needed some rest, that it would replenish his strength and hopefully his sanity. However, sleep had eluded him for much of this journey, so he kind of figured what was the point in trying for something that wouldn't happen. He was just too worried to sleep, worried about Millicent, worried that this was a lost cause, worried that he had failed her, worried--just plain worried. The stress of it all showed on his face in the form of worry lines and dark bags under his eyes and in the harsh set of his jawline. His bleeding heart made him an open book.

	He absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck as the hairs rose on end. However, it took him a few precious moments to shake himself out of his stupor enough to finally realize that something was amiss. That was when the static charge of the air became palpable to him, and it soon gave him a sinking feeling. His gaze swung back over to the Captain at hearing the man's words. He rushed over to the man's side, looking over his shoulder to see the malfunctioning compass in his hands. His auburn brows furrowed as he mentally tried to figure out what all these little signs meant. His breath whooshed out of him when a less than stellar realization dawned on him. And to think everything was going so well until this precise moment! [color=DC143C]"Dammit,"[/color] he exclaimed. [color=DC143C]"Cargasts are coming."[/color] 

	A look of resolve quickly took over his features as he turned to address the others on board with a strong, authoritative air to him. [color=DC143C]"If my suspicions are correct, we have got incoming Cargasts. Someone light some torches, we may be able to deter them with that. Don't just stand there! Get a move on it [i]NOW![/i] We don't have any time to waste!"[/color]