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	(Alright, only one left in collab at this point is Morose in the Kirkpatrick Battle)

	[color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] The Soulless to the north moved in and tried to take the elder Kirkpatrick's life from her but she was having none of it. Her already bloodied cane coming across it's jaw and then back swinging into its skull showed him that it was his life that would end this day and not hers. Yet as one Soulless was killed, another was doing some killing of his own and their other horse was slaughtered in the mix. Now, there was none to pull the horse. No quick exit at this point. 

	Lady Kirkpatrick moved to get closer to Maeve as another Soulless came towards the girl and took a swipe at her but missed. Things were getting more even now, two women left against three Soulless. With any luck, this fight would be over soon. 

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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]Annan:[/i][/b][/color] The ride is going well enough but the carriage driver has slowed down greatly - there are more people about as they are going through town and once closer to the other side, the entire carriage rushing passed them scenario made it prudent to slow down. Egerton seemed vexed by the slowing of travel and voiced it accordingly with an added pound to the ceiling of the carriage. The driver didn't speed up. Rutherford just sat there and shrugged a bit. 

	Millicent however looked torn. Part of her wanted to get out of the carriage and place some space between her and another. The thing was, once they arrived, just what would happen and what else would she have to deal with. It had been a whirlwind of trauma over the last couple of days and she was not sure just how much more she could handle. Sometimes the devil you knew was better than the unknown. Either way, she would have to wait as the carriage turned down a road and continued to the further outskirts of the town. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Bristol Ship:[/i][/b][/color]  Ludwig snored a bit but he remained passed out with an arm draped over the railing of the ship. Seemed like it might take a cannon going off for the man to rise as the sound of Vlad breaking his nose and cursing didn't do anything to rouse the sleeping German. 

	The Captain pulled out a rag and held it towards Vlad before his first mate climbed up the main mast to their small crows net to take a look. Pulling out a spotting scope. Lengthening it before taking a look through it. "What do you see?" the captain called out. 

	"It's a ship sir," the first mate called back. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] Hazel looked over to Fyror and rolled her eyes. "Yo, over here," she called out to him. He was on the wrong side of the mast and heading out over the wrong part of the ship away from her. "Untie, this side, retie," she added as she shook her head. 

	Down below the ship was active as people moved this way and that. Jack and Marco both independently seemed to take note of something. Marco moving to the bow of the ship to get a better look as Jack went to inform the captain of what was going on. Inside the Captains quarters Regalia nodded and smiled towards the woman. "Then it will be done," was all she said before turning her head as a knock came to the door. "Enter," she called out as she stood up. 

	"Captain, we got a sighting," Jack said to Regalia before nodding towards Colette. Regalia moved out from behind her desk and over to Colette. 

	"I see," she said before taking a glance towards the weapon that Colette was now in possession of before turning back to the man at her door. "She is clear," she added and Jack nodded. 

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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] The Soulless seemed to be gone, or at least dead around Virginia right then. There were still yells and screaming coming from further into the city itself but where Mary lay, it was as calm as one could ask. Whether there were more within the city, it was uncertain. The screams could be from those fighting or those simply mourning. It was hard to make out what they were saying due to winds kicking up and distance. 

	The chill in the air and the darkness in the sky was increasing in the city of Carlisle. A frost seemed to be forming and it was almost as if snow was falling from the sky, all except for the fact that when the flakes hit the ground they did not melt. They just left a trail. A scream broke out into the city as a mass started falling from the sky. One could not make out what the scream was saying but one thing was clear. It wasn't in English, it had an accent of language Virginia had been exposed to recently. There was no mistake, that was the accent of the Circus.