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

	Vladimir was fast realizing that attempting to control any of Ludwig's actions for the sake of propriety were ultimately doomed to failure. Moreover, the attempt to do so might actually cause him to miss out on these little tidbits of interesting information. Water travel was indeed faster, in many instances, than overland travel. But this other option that he mentioned: Canela? Lacanela? La Canela, perhaps? It was difficult to tell what Ludwig said sometimes, as English was not a native language for Vlad and the German fellow had the most distinctive accent. But these people, were they the traveling equivalent or possibly superior version of The Circus, as it came to the open ocean? It was a curious little mystery for him; one that he intended to ask Ludwig about later on. 

	In the meantime, Vladimir had led his great black Brivaldi horse, Tolstoy, onto the boat. He unburdened the animal of his bags, the flat wooden box, and the like, including the cloth-wrapped bundle for Millicent if they should meet in time. By the time he was done, Vladimir heard the unmistakable voice of Constantin, returning from the marketplace. With a laugh and a hearty slap on the back, he assisted his colleague by taking up the big, heavy bags from him, starting with the horses' fodder. [color=firebrick]"Da, da! Is job of moderate amazingness, Firevalker! Good."[/color] He quickly set his personal gear and a good amount of their travel provisions to one side, and then let his other two companions in on the deal. [color=B22222]"Ve have cabin. Is not big, but is having bunks for us all. Iv not vanting rooms and bunks, hammock in cargo. Not knowing how long trip vill take, speaking something about Esk. Are vaiting for us to veigh anchor and make vith the leaving, so..."[/color] His eyes settle upon he basket in Constantin's arms, kicking off a brigh and wholehearted smile. [color=B22222]"Fishes an Chips! Ha! I am hoping you brought enough for us all, and extras besides! Fishes and Chips!"[/color] Vlad took up a hearty portion of the common street food, and even as the boat prepared for immediate castoff, began stuffing his face with wild abandon. 



[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] Carlisle 
[color=c0c0c0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Horseback Riding [/center][hr][hr]

       Mary did not feel well. Mary's horse did not feel well, either. It was more apparent with the equine, as it lowered its head and partook mightily of the mid-thoroughfare horfing. Mary was slightly better off, maintaining position atop her mount amd being, thus far, free of horfage. It allowed her to address some of the points that Virginia had made about their present, unusual circumstances. 

        [color=c0c0c0]"I so not believe it illusion,"[/color] she began, leading her horse up the road at a walk, [color=c0c0c0]"else it is an illusion shared between ourselves and Cassius."[/color] She patted the horse's neck, checking to see how it was faring after the session vomiting. [color=c0c0c0]"Mad, spooked, or upset horses oft make their displeasure known dramatically. Not do I believe that a Soulless lent their aid to our cause; it would go against my suspicions, and fly in the face of their normal behavior. Perhaps we have an ally. A living ally, I mean to say."[/color]

        [color=c0c0c0]"I recommend that we take but a few minutes to water Cassius and give him minimal feed. Then we press onward. We might hazard the last push to arrive in Gretna Green."[/color]