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	[color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] Taking the papers, the elder Father slipped them into his pocket and smiled at her. "Have faith my child, I will watch over your daughter as if she the second coming, our Holy Pope, and my own child wrapped into one special bundle," he said before looking over at the girl and smiling. 

	Calum looked over towards Maeve and nodded. "He will, the man has never lost a charge," he added before turning swiftly. His stance broadened and the cross on the end of his rosary dropped from his palm as he rolled his neck. "Get her out of here," he said in a deeper voice. Rory jerked his head to the side. 

	"Ryne?" Rory asked.

	"Yes," Calum remarked as he started motioning in various directions. 

	[color=f7976a]"Some people have no manners, being Soulless do not grant one permission to forget propriety,"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick stated flatly before turning to Maeve. [color=f7976a]"Say your good byes, we have other matters to tend to,"[/color] she added as the Father signed that it was time to go to the small child. 

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	(As you can see we have a new system of battle map, hoping this system works with more clarity than the others. If it does, slowly we will switch over to this system. Each round you will call for your actions, any movement will require a roll. A movement roll will be determined by 1d20 in Soulless Chat, you may roll this on your own. Your number is how many total blocks you can move in a single round without attacking. Forward, back, up, down, diagonal, retrace steps, whatever. Roll your movement, determine where you will go and then call for action rolls if you need them. If a Soulless is within 5 blocks of your icon, they can attack you most likely, so even call rolls if you are taking a defensive stance.)

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] "Of course sire, come back anytime," Nigel said with a smile and bid the man farewell as he left the inn before going back to tend to the other patrons. Outside things were calm as people were milling about, takes of moving further north or even leaving the county to head west over land. There was even a hint or two of people wanting to go west to the Americas. 

	Rutherford looked over towards William as he came over to the carriage but kept talking in a hushed voice to Lord Egerton. Inside the carriage sat Millicent, her hands folded in her lap as she looked out of the window. Her head turned slowly as she felt the carriage move and spotted William as he entered. She gave him a slow polite nod before looking back out of the window. She stiffened slightly as she heard a voice. 

	"Shall we be off?" Rutherford said as he climbed into the carriage and took a seat next to his fiance. Lord Egerton climbed in and sat next to William, the door closing behind him. Rutherford looked around at the others before pounding his fist on the roof of the carriage. It jolted slightly as it began to move and fell into pace as it headed out of Port Annan.  

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Bristol Ship:[/i][/b][/color] Monkey see monkey do, or perhaps not, perhaps two. Up and down and up and down and up and down and rocking this way and rocking that way. Shaking, tremoring, clamoring, anything but mesmerizing. Sails hard, sails soft, sails soft, sails hard. windy weather, holding still, a jerk this way and that. Waters looked so calm but felt so rough. [color=fdc68a]""Bettnassen Sieche Eimer!"[/color] Ludwig garbled as he wiped his mouth. Slipping and sliding until rear meets deck, hello deck, yes, rest, just sit there, no use moving, moving bad, mad, sitting good, happy. 

	Round two my lovelies, make those con checks. Roll 1d20 in Soulless Chat, if you hit an 11 or higher, you manage to hold it down but yeah you will want to. Hit a 6 through 10, you are losing bile but can still get over a bucket. 2 through 4 and you don't and it just goes everywhere. A 1? Pm me lol

	
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"Bettnassen Sieche Eimer!" - Bed Wetting Pissbucket
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] Regalia stood there watching Colette as she went through the weapons case. As the girl chose one a slight smirk came to her lips. "Oh this will be interesting," she said more to herself than to Colette. She began to wrap her fingers more tightly around the hilt of her blade, her knuckles protected by the basket guard that was ornately designed making it as beautiful as it was functional. 

	There was a glint of steel that flashed as she drew the sword and the dagger, rolling her neck a bit and a popping sound could be heard echoing through the room. As she turned and asked her question Regalia shrugged slightly. "Don't die?" she said rather matter-of-factly as a dark wave fell back and framed her features. Was this to the death? Or just for fun? Or was death fun to her? One couldn't be sure but since don't die was the only rule, it meant that there were no others. "Ready when you are," she said with a slight bow but her eyes never left Colette's

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	[color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://www.british-history.ac.uk/sites/default/files/publications/pubid-404/images/fig159.gif]Carlisle[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] New round! Ding!

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