[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 24th, 1823[/color][/b][/h1]
[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] The port city was bustling. They were used to ships coming in from the west and deliveries coming in from the north. That was common but today ships were coming in from the South. That wasn't normal. This was a trading city, and a small one. This wasn't a dock side getaway location. There were more people than normal. It seemed that several ships had docked from the south today carrying passengers trying to get away from the Soulless attacks to the south. Word was they were spreading and heading north. This could mean trouble at the ports and borders. 

	The door of the tavern inn was pushed open and Lord Rutherford looked around at the crowded room, Millicent stepped in behind him. She looked like she had spent the evening out in the elements. Her hair was down and covering part of her facial features. She was glad of this considering everything that had transpired. A [url=https://scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/5ad52167c82e609fd9634c56713929ac/5BDD3330/t51.2885-15/e35/s480x480/27579389_424920051255437_2475604327482261504_n.jpg]man[/url] at the bar looked over. "Top of the mornin' to ya, I be Nigel, owner of Teriny Inn, what can I do fer ya?" he asked as he snapped his clean up rag against the bar top and then tucked it in his belt. 

	"A meal for three would be grand," Rutherford said. 

	"Oh yes, right away, we are a bit busier than normal but please have a seat and I will have the missus fix you up something right quick," he said as he motioned towards the only left open table by the window looking out to the busy street beyond. Rutherford nodded and lead Millicent over to a seat. He sat with his back to the window, leaving the seat at the end of the table open and placing Millicent across from him. She wasn't going to complain, at least she could look beyond Richard and see the world outside. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House (Annan):[/i][/b][/color] Turning the fumbling father tripped over his own two feet and nearly rammed his head into the banister before catching himself. "Yes, afternoon Miss O'Connor, I hope you are settling in right nice and that the family is treating you well," he said as he fumbled with his hat nervously and dropped it. Picking it up he knocked the back of his head on the banister. 

	[color=f7976a]"Would you get your bumbling buffoon of a self into the tea room!"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick bellowed from down the hall. Callum cringed a bit and looked over at Maeve, trying to smile before he darted off on his lanky legs. He didn't get far before he tripped, again! On the edge of the runner on the floor and slid straight face first into the tea room. [color=f7976a]"How in the name of god are you still breathing?"[/color]

	"Grace of God M'Lady," he said as he crawled over to a chair and up into it. The table was set for tea with snacks available lined out on the white linen. "Oh my, would you like a scone?"

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Oh this was nice, very nice. Such a grand view. The world like this when one was so small. No sleep, no sleep would be expand and expand would mean rip and tear of bags. Heavy too heavy. Would slow them down. Awake, must stay awake. No problem. Far too glad to fall asleep. This was exciting. Traveling on a horse without having to ride a horse. He hated riding horses. Mighty steeds were far better but over long distances, mighty steeds grew tired. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, would grow very tired. Could not have that. 

	Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, one hand rested along the sewn edge before he dipped down and started rummaging through the saddle bag. [color=fdc68a]"Oh this is nice, yes, I could borrow. Not steal. Borrow. Yes, borrow I am and borrow I must be. Stealers make mad, borrows make glad. Always glad. Vlad must be glad, not mad,"[/color] he said to himself before climbing back to the top of the bag. Standing on Dieters, his ferret not his brother, back and looking around. Holding up a sunflower seed. [color=fdc68a]"Vlad the Glad, borrow this I can?"[/color] he asked. Borrowers asked, he'd give back, when done. Eventually. It was a might seed for the mighty steed. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] There was quite the crew on board, one small [url=https://image.ibb.co/iU715U/Hazel.jpg]girl[/url] rushing towards them. Her fiery red hair stark against the sky behind her. "I 'ots ya," she said as she wrapped the rough dark blanket around Collette. "Where's da other one?" she asked in a thick Irish accent. 

	"Marco's 'ot him," the man that had rescued Collette said as he jumped over the railing and onto the deck of the ship. Shaking out his long dark hair he gave look towards the others before kneeling down. "Breathe lass, ain't nothin' 'onna harm ye here," he said as he cupped her cheeks and turned her head gently this way and that. "Just be checkin' ya, makin' sure ye ain't toos bad offs."

	"Captains comin'," the man who had yelled for the blanket said before clearing his throat and taking a step back. The crowd that had formed parted as the winds kicked up. The heavy sound of boots could be heard over waves and the wind. The figure was slender with thigh high dark boots that covered the majority of tanned leather fitted trousers before giving away to back silk and a basket hilted sword on a curvy hip. Bright blue eyes on a stern feminine face could be seen as her oceans deep blue and black hair whisped around her, silver streaks framing around her features. 

	"We gots a breather Cap, and Marco be brin'in' anuder through the strai'hts soon enough," the one checking Collette said without looking back. The captain didn't say anything, just walking over to the rail and looking towards the sea. Looking back at Collette he took her hands. "Come on lass, lets be gettin' ya yer sealegs. Steady now, Silvio got ya."

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Captain looks like this - [url=https://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w33/Jennifer_Paul_Gibson/nene%20thomas_sisters%202%20-%20corsair_zpsn6njjfuv.jpg]Meet one of my oldest characters (Over 20 years RPing)[/url]

This is the closest FC I could find - [url=http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/32500000/Milah-once-upon-a-time-32547122-500-310.gif]Can't tell me this OUAT character wasn't inspired by that art piece[/url]
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Road North:[/i][/b][/color] The winds kept kicking up around them as the storm raged on where it was, continuing to travel in the same direction. As they reached the tree line it would be hard to see through the vegetation and pace would have to slow to work ones way through it on horseback or foot. Further back the trees were on fire and burning white hot, the smoke trailing up to the sky. The heat was intense, even twenty feet from the flames that crawled up the trunks of the trees. There was a loud crackling sound that erupted from inside one of the trunks. It sounded like thunder from a direct lightning strike it was so loud. Mary's horse held his ground thankfully even though startled. He would not buck them off. 

	One of the trees began to fall but once again thankfully they were not hurt. It fell in the opposite direction but the shake of the ground was intense and the sound of it crashing even more so. The fire continued to burn but held only to those few trees burned, the flora beneath them didn't but it did smolder. Could have been that way for many reasons - for explainable and unexplained.