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	[color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] Lady Kirkpatrick took a deep breath and shook off the bloodied remains from her cane. Shaking her head she took slow steps towards Maeve. This was not a good situation. They had lost both Calum and Rory in the battle, as well as both of their horses. At least the child had been swept away before this whole thing started. There was some peace in that. What little could be found but if the attacks had reached Scotland, it could mean there were more coming and heading east. 

	[color=f7976a]"He is with God,"[/color] was all the lady said before she turned as she heard something coming their way. [color=f7976a]"We may not be done yet,"[/color] she added as the sounds of hooves increased. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Annan:[/i][/b][/color] "What in bloody hell?" Lord Egerton said as the carriage crested the ridge and came through a clearing of trees. Millicent looked out the window to see a devastating scene. Bodies were strode out all over as well as two horses in front of a carriage. Standing there were two women, one much older than the other. 

	Rutherford cursed under his breath and opened the carriage door swiftly as it came to a halt. The driver, pulling out a pistol as soon as he could hold the reigns in one hand. Millicent gripped her dress and went out after Rutherford. Egerton moving to grab the girl by the arm but missing. "What in hell happened?" Rutherford asked as he stopped in his tracks, getting a better view of just how many dead were lying around. 

	[color=f7976a]"We decided to hold a reenactment of Battle Of Waterloo, what in blazes do you think happened here?"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick snipped as she gave a shake of her head. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Bristol Ship:[/i][/b][/color]  Hate, why so much hate. He was good, not mad. Strange but tame. The captain looked over towards Constantin. "I wouldn't know, perhaps you should ask the man who seems to know something, oh wait you wished he still was asleep. Funny, you wish answers from someone you seem to detest. Odd fellow he seems but kind, you on other hand, seem a down right asshole my sir," the Captain spouted and walked off from him. 

	Ludwig paid no mind, looking to the sea, grin on his face. Push up the glasses, see better with. He heard nothing until Vlad bellowed. Hard no to hear, hear to be heard, yes. Adventure and grins. [color=fdc68a]"Friends! Yes, friend! Sweet friend! captain Montoya!"[/color] he yelled as he waved his hands. 

	"Seems you know the ship," the Captain remarked as he came to the rail. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] Hazel lowered the glass and laughed, leaning over the rail. "Crazed German at twelve Captain!" Hazel yelled in an excited voice. 

	Regalia quirked a brow and chuckled a bit. "I see, ready to sail beside," she said as the crew got to work. Looking over at Colette she shook her head. "Nothing to worry about, an old friend. Strange fellow to be ready but harmless," the Captain said as the ship sailed forward. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Together On The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] The ships sailed close together, the Captain of the one which held the German and Russians laid anchor. Captain Montoya's ship pulling up slowly next to it. It was far larger than the small fishing vessel. Ludwig wasted no time as he grabbed ropes that were tossed from the men of the ship he referred to as La Canela and tied them off. 

	A dark haired lady walked to the rail of her ship and looked down at the men there. "Ludwig, it has been far too long," she called out to him. "Who are you with?" There was a goofy grin on his features as he motioned for the Russians to come over to him. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Captain my captain! Circus! I joined the circus!"[/color]

	"The circus?" the woman asked confused as she looked over towards the others on the small fishing ship before glancing over towards Colette. "I should be confused but with him, it is a constant state," she said quietly.
 
	[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] As the Soulless where Virginia had been fighting were now dead, some residents of the town were now peeking their heads out of their homes and buildings around the girl. An older man came out slowly, armed, but it was obvious he had been far too old to be any help during the battle. He could barely walk and used the stick he held as more of a cane than a weapon it looked like. 

	"I have her, please go help our city," he asked in a weak voice as what appeared to be his elderly wife came out slowly behind him with a shawl to lay over Mary's features. 

	More voices were heard, various languages being spoken. Mostly English but there was a mix of others as well. Bits of conversation cutting in through the air. "How in the hell?" "This isn't London." "Ice? This time of year?" - The accents from the voices varied and none seemed to be of England.