[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/uTOQNuwuHyUklPkyCf/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]You haven't even seen my bad side yet.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZkosLLHoLg][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] Negotiations?
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	Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Thalken glanced back over at Ludwig as the man sulkily trudged away. He held back a sneer at the sight. [I]About time he shut up,[/I] he thought to himself. Rolling his eyes, he returned his attention to the other annoying people he found himself unfortunately in the company of. He crossed his arms back over his chest with a look of distaste plainly written on his features. Why were they wasting precious time just standing here "discussing" things? Ironic, I know, considering he contributed to the problem by starting an argument in the first place. But still, they needed to get their crap together and get moving sooner rather than later. Or was this mission not as important as they made it out to be?

	He looked terribly unamused as The Great Bazhooli did a front flip off of his horse. If anything, he looked a hair more peeved than before. He tapped his foot impatiently as they discussed the "money situation" and all those stupid technicalities that were ultimately slowing them down. He looked on with seeming disinterest as people were selected for the two separate journeys. He arched a brow in a more or less outward display of "what do you want?" as the attention eventually seemed to return to him and the still sulking Ludwig. [color=556B2F]"I'm going as originally planned to [I]Nottingham[/I] by way of the [I]road[/I],"[/color] he proclaimed harshly. He then spun on his heels and walked off as if it was all a done deal.
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08e11f7-3cfd-47ba-8929-88361f1112d2.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=xirk18P889U][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] Perception, Swimming
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	No sooner had the words of optimism left Fyror's lips did all hell break loose. One minute his vision, which was partially obscured by the downpour, honed in on a dark light that seemed to be coming from the depths of the churning ocean. And the next, it seemed to rush forward and rip right through the hull of the small vessel. He could feel the wood beneath him quake before it began to sink fast as water seemed to pour in from nearly all sides. He threw the oil lantern aside. It was of no use to them anymore after all. He turned on his heels to face Colette as he held his arms out to try to steady himself. As he locked gaze's with the Frenchwoman, the look of raw fear in her eyes pulled at his heartstrings. That all too familiar protectiveness surged within him with a vengeance just as the gears in his head began to turn.

	He could feel his heart in his throat as he looked about wildly for something, anything, to grab ahold of. Everything was happening so fast, he couldn't think straight. His hands were clumsy as he tried and failed to grab ahold of something, while also trying not to be pulled underneath the churning waves. As Colette's fear filled words penetrated his haze, he pivoted and managed to grab ahold of her arm just before they could no longer feel the deck of the boat under their feet. [color=DC143C]"Hold onto me. I can keep us afloat,"[/color] he stated with a certain element of desperation to his voice as he began treading water fortunately without issue. He was determined, if anything, to keep her alive. Keeping himself alive would be a mere afterthought if it weren't for the fact that there was no one else here to keep her safe in his absence. No, he had to keep them both alive.