[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]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=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bristol!
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), [i]Brivaldi[/i], English [/center][hr]

	The cresting sight of Bristol gave Vladimir a sense of accomplished joy. Not so much in having plotted the course himself, because he most certainly did not, but in the sheer novelty of reaching someplace new in the course of a grand undertaking. Regardless of the potential outcome of their little adventure and the ramifications of failure, which in truth he did not fully comprehend himself, he was simply thrilled to be along on this. Perhaps even in England, the name of Bazhooli would eventually become known and, in the appropriate circles, held within the province of fear and wonder. As well it should be. 

	Vladimir gave heavy praise to the antic filled and seemingly shithouse crazy Ludwig, saying, [color=B22222]"Indeed, visdoms ov Grand Duchess and Catholic Girl both are having good compass, da? For is the second time knowledge ov German ally Ludvig has save-ed eh, vhat is... The Bacons! Da! Vith the Saving of Bacons, I am seeing. Am having the gladness now; Master Ludvig chose [i]Circus[/i]."[/color] 

	The quick ride into the city and near to the Harbor brought Vladimir's thoughts back to Constantin's words from earlier. [color=B22222]"Undervater ships? Hmm... I think is fantasy. Maybe wrong. Vould very much like seeing vone, if they have in harbor..."[/color] Such marked the fleetness of mind that The Great Bazhooli possessed, and his willingness to keep an open mind. Even if it did involve such technological impossibilities as underwater ships. And upon further thought, he really did want to see an underwater ship now. Damn that Constantin for putting the thought in his head! He would have to hum a tune later in the hopes it played repeatedly in the Firewalker's brain for many hours. But this was counterproductive. 

	Vlad leapt to a standing position on his saddle, so as best to view his surroundings. He placed his very tall hat upon his head, and shielded his eyes as he looked around the harbor, searching for telltale signs of a light boat readying for departure. Luckily, he was able to find a few that fit the bill. Keen eyes scanned the waterfront, careful only to pick out the ones with crew upon the vessel who were supplying or only doing light offloading, and were only temporarily secured to the harbor's mooring points. He was no expert on the subject, but he had done an extensive amount of traveling in his respectable lifetime. He knew which boats to try, at the least. Inwardly, he hoped that they didn't hate foreigners. 

	Vladimir dropped back into his saddle and turned to his fellow circus performer, handing him a few sterling coins. [color=B22222]"Lot of merchants. Lot ov supply peoples. If vould please, Constantin Firevalker, ve are needing to supply selves for journey. Get vith Master Ludvig, seeing how long boat trip vill take. Also needing fodders for horses. Am not losing Brivaldi horses to Englishmens."[/color] He thought for a second, then returned to speech with a great smile on his face. [color=B22222]"For please! Am hearing ov British style Fishes & Chips! Am hungry, and having never tried the Fishes & Chips. Vhile I do this, please purchase for me the Fishes & Chips? [i]Fishes & Chips for all ov us! HA![/i]"[/color] 

	As he trotted off upon his mighty performance steed, down toward the vessels he thought might be amicable to his needs, one could her the brusque voice of The Great Bazhooli call out, unbidden, [color=B22222]"Fishes & Chips!"[/color] with a solitary finger pointing toward the air. 

	Extreme luck seemed to have found Vladimir, as the second person he spoke to gave him a very curt, very short conversation concerning passage on his merchant vessel. 

	"How many people?" 

		[color=B22222]"Three."[/color]

	"Horses?"

		[color=B22222]"Two. Important for keeping horses."[/color] 

	"Provisions?"

		[color=B22222]"Am not knowing vhat best for looking for, but have man on it."[/color]

	"Right then. We're stocking for a haul, so if your man's not that good at it either, we can help. You got money?" 

		[color=B22222]"Da, am having monies. Some now, some vhen people get here?"[/color] 

	"Whatever. That money down pays for us to stay until your people get here. Then we're off. North, River Esk Channel. Puts you off near Gretna."

		[color=B22222]"Good, good!"[/color] 

	"Horses stay in the hold. Roped off part. Hope you don't mind sharing a cabin with your friends, otherwise it's a hammock in Cargo. Hey, you fellows belong to a circus or something?"

		[color=B22222]"[i]The[/i] Circus, Shipmaster. Only Circus that matters."[/color] Vladimir returned to standing upon his great horse, Tolstoy, so that he could see and be seen by his friends, next to the sail bearing merchant vessel that waited for them to board. [color=firebrick]"[i]MAKE QVICK[/i]"[/color] he shouted through cupped hands, hoping that his people got the message. He was probably the only other Russian on the scene, and the only guy standing atop a riding beast. 




[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0c0c0][i][b]Sister Mary Ignatia Hale[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]
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[sub][color=silver]“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] [i]To Be Determined[/i]
[color=c0c0c0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Horseback Riding [/center][hr][hr]

	Virginia asked Mary a question that she had intended to ask first. Indeed she saw the distortion, but more than that she noticed fundamental changes in the makeup of the road. This felt different somehow. Even the trees seemed like they were different than the ones they had left earlier. Had that flaming pillar of a tree hexed them somehow? Had this been another type of Soulless with which she was unfamiliar, that worked some arcane and unknown ability? Were they claimed by the darkness? The only things that seemed to stay the same was the wind and the rain, making life perilous for all those caught within it. 

	Mary maintained her grip on her halberd but slowed the forward progression of her horse. This [i]was[/i] different. Very. [color=c0c0c0]"Indeed, Virginia. That was most unusual. Providence has conspired to test us, but it also seems to have removed the obstacle of attacking Soulless from our immediate..."[/color] Mary stopped cold. It was a physical impossibility, what she saw ahead. The lights of a city, from just around a bend in the road. They weren't supposed to come upon Manchester for quite some time. The potential distance had Mary worried they may have fallen off the path, trying to get back out of the woods just earlier. Another forest road that merely resembled their intended, that they did not figure out in the dark and rain. 

	Trotting into the streets bearing living quarters just outside of the town proper, Mary was fortunate enough to see a little boy peering out of an unshuttered window. [color=c0c0c0]"Child,"[/color] Mary softly called, getting the boy's attention, [color=c0c0c0]"Child, we are lost. What township are we entering?"[/color] 

	"Carlisle, of course ma'am!" he piped up, before a matronly set of arms whisked him away from the window and clapped the shutters closed. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"Carlisle? No... It can't be."[/color] wondered Mary aloud, a look of concerned confusion across her face. Conformation of the boy's words came in the form of a lightning flash, briefly illuminating a sign proclaiming entry to the Great City of Carlisle, in Northern England. Mary did not know whether to be joyous or scared. [color=c0c0c0]"This makes no sense, Virginia. None."[/color]