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	[color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] Father O'Reily moved quickly to get the child in the carriage and out of the impending battle. Leaving a pray behind for those that were there. Rory and Calum looked back to Lady Kirkpatrick. "Engage or retreat?" Calum asked as his grip tightened on his rosary. There were many that he could see and he wondered how many he couldn't. 

	"I say we get the hell out of here," Rory said quickly but Lady Kirkpatrick shook her head. 

	[color=f7976a]"And leave these rude ruffians to reek havoc all along my kinsman countryside? I think not,"[/color] the Lady stated rather frankly as she took a few steps forward. [color=f7976a]"Let us see what we can do about evening out the playing field,"[/color] she added before she started to chant in Gaelic and a fog started rolling in around them as she utilized her trained skill of Maolain. 

	"Of course she wants to fight," Rory clipped under his breath before moving a few paces and speaking a few words in Gaelic, among them was the name of a Celtic God of old, Bel, invoking Ruirac and calling on endurance. Rolling his neck to the side he glanced over towards Calum who was giving him a look. "What? I ain't be having my tea this morning."

	"Oh Fuddle," was all Calum said before he spoke a few choice words in Latin and called on Nescip while he had the chance. He wasn't going to let his soul fall to those who were looking bent to slaughter them. 

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	(Map Updated - Call your rolls 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] Millicent looked over towards William before glancing away again and watching through a small slit in the curtains the world pass them by as the carriage started to make its way towards the town of Annan. Egerton rolled his eyes a bit but smirked. "Why yes Richard, do tell us all about how you met," he chuckled under his breath. 

	Rutherford sat up a bit more straight and grinned towards William. "I would be remiss to say that our meeting was anything but romantic. No grand moments of such. A simple mixing of business was what brought us together." His voice was cool and calm as he spoke before looking over towards Millicent. "Though I have to admit that it was not hard to spot my fiance in a crowd, one does tend to stand out when they are not trying to and all around are. Such is the way of the [i]ton.[/i]"

	Millicents brow quirked a bit. "Truth be told, this engagement was arranged for a mutually beneficial situation," he added. "I must say I did luck out. Tis not every day that a Lord can find a woman of high breeding, a sharp mind, handsome enough, and trained in the arts."

	"Oh yes, you really did luck out, perhaps one of her sisters is available for me," Egerton chuckled. Millicents eyes narrowed but she did not turn her gaze back to the men but she did grasp the fabric of her dress in her palm and tighten of a fist full of satin between her finders as her lips thinned. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Bristol Ship:[/i][/b][/color] Whatever had been causing the issue seemed to be stopping. The crew of the ship were starting to get things under control as Ludwig just sat on the deck near the railing. Just in case he needed to let loose again. [color=fdc68a]"Bungling Sliswormen,"[/color] he muttered to himself as he placed his hand on his stomach. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, wasn't looking too well but the small rodent didn't do anything but curl up in the bag his master carried and close his eyes. 

	Round three my lovelies, make those con checks. Roll 1d20 in Soulless Chat, if you hit an 11 or higher, you manage to keep your stomach calm enough to feel mostly right again. Hit a 6 through 10, you really want to throw up. 2 through 4 and you are throwing up. A 1? Pm me lol

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] Hazel looked up to the man and gave him a once over before she grabbed the netted ladder and started to make her way quickly up the mast until she reached the crows nest above. Climbing over the side her feet hit the bottom and she glanced out over the waters. Looking down she eyed Fyror. "Come on, ain't be gottin' all days now," she said motioning for him to get his butt in gear. (Will need to call a role for climbing)

	The woman came towards Regalia and she held her ground well enough. It was an interesting beginning and one that let Regalia know that this woman was not all fluff and finery. This knowledge caused a small smile to grown on her lips as she watched Colette. "Very good, now, my turn," she said as her knees flexed and her fingers adjusted on the hilts of her chosen weapons. 

	The older woman lunged towards Colette, her sword still in parry position as she got close to her. Bringing the dagger close and past Colette's defense to have the tip touch the womans hip. "Oh, that's one," she said before bringing the sword up and around to go for a second point of contact but Colette was able to block this attack. Taking half a step back Regalia got on the defensive as she waited to see what Colette would do now. 

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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] Here we go again!

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