[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=firebrick]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3068ada6-2525-4e47-b1a8-14d98dfb6177.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ludwig's Path to Bristol
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), [i]Brivaldi[/i], English [/center][hr]

	It was a strange feeling for Vladimir, being away from his people. He knew that it might be some time before they met up again, and from the looks of things, in another country altogether. The stories of this Land of Scots and their air bladder pipes, blown by men wearing colorful, pleated skirts after consuming kidney fat and viscera stuffed into boiled sheep stomachs came to mind, though they were related by storytellers and performers; men and women who made money by the telling of fanciful and compelling tales. Such made the rumors within much of Mother Russia, at any rate. 

	The thought crossed his mind as he rode along the path picked out by Ludwig, that he might not make it back at all. That maybe, in Soulless infested Britain and away from the strength of his people, the present incarnation of The Great Bazhooli would meet his end someplace dark and away from the familiar, with nothing but the collective images of the [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] to possibly inform those who were sensitive to it. But, such was [b]life[/b]! Such was [b]adventure[/b]! Such was the path of The Great Bazhooli! Sallying forth on a quest uncertain for a lady that he was barely introduced to or even informed about, for the sake of his dear Veta and newly discovered, if distant family in the London Crypts. And even Scary Catholic Girl, just because he and his father were fond of her. The fact that Veta found a friend in her was likewise fortunate, though in her own way she reminded Vladimir of Sister Sophia. Maybe it could be looked over. 

	But his mind digressed. [i]Adventure[/i]! He could barely contain discussing it. [color=firebrick]"Am running ovv vith probably strangest man that have [i]ever[/i] met (and [i]just[/i] met, is true), guided to city I have never heard of, sail avay over vaters I have never seen vith eyes, to land feets have never touched. Land vhere men vear skirts, peoples marry qvickly, and innards eaten with oakbarrel booze!"[/color] He threw a free hand into the air and let out a riotous guffaw, his great ebon horse baeringhim onward. [color=firebrick]"Yes! Is.. vait. Vhat hell means 'hour and hour more', eh? Is hour and little more time? Or is two hour? Huh?"[/color] Inquiring minds wanted to know. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0c0c0][i][b]Sister Mary Ignatia Hale[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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[sub][color=c0c0c0]“It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work.” -1 Corinthians 3:13[/color][/sub]
[hr][color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Near the road between Nottingham & Manchester
[color=c0c0c0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Horseback Riding [/center][hr][hr]

	Following a brilliant light in the distance might work out just fine for people in storybooks and the like, but this one looked to be a torchbearer dropping them off of a cliff. Rain, dying light of a once bright flame, and creatures of uncertain origin prowling around in cover of shadow and foliage. This seemed to the quite the coincidence, or quite the trap. Mary could not say either way; she could only assess their situation and act within the best interests of herself and Virginia. 

	Her horse, Cassius, did not want to be there, and so neither did Mary. They had a preexisting reason for being on the road North, and it was high time that they got back to it. If Providence allowed, of course. Mary had to assume that these creatures were Soulless. And the two of them needed the horse, not just to complete Virginia's task with Millicent and Mary's with Rutherford, but at that juncture to survive enough hours to find safety elsewhere, were any to be had. They might likely perish on foot with Soulless prowling the woods. They certainly would not make it to Gretna Green in time. Mary allowed for the instinct of the horse to prompt their egress, though in a fashion showing control over panic. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"Virginia,"[/color] Mary said quietly, remaining as alert to her surroundings as she could, [color=c0c0c0]"I make for the road."[/color] She held the reins in one hand while the other gripped her halberd as a spear or lance, counterbalanced for quick strikes yet providing necessary distance. [color=c0c0c0]"If we must fight, we should do so on open ground. If we must escape... we need a clear path to accomplish it."[/color]