[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6ae86d34-76ab-48bf-a41f-e16258a72749.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Road to Gretna Green (1 Mile Out, Ludwig's Path) -> Gretna Green, western edge of town
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	[color=B22222]"Am not knowing, Constantin Firevalker,"[/color] remarked Vladimir solemnly. [color=B22222]"Dark Omening and things vanting to prevent us from noble qvest. Is bad."[/color] He shook his head. This was not the grand adventure that he had hoped it might be, but what grand adventure went off without a hitch? Not the death of a comrade; that was a tragedy. No, the long stretches of nothing happening, followed by surprises that alternated between annoying and destroying. This wasn't a quest. This was a pony ride through a firing range, and a random leaden ball could shatter them at any moment. 

	Vlad gave some assistance to the fuzzy little Dieter (the ferret, not the brother) so that he could ride in with his fallen master. Perhaps on his way back, Vlad would compose the words that he needed to tell Adam, Ludwig's apprentice, what had befallen him. That was a talk for later. Right now they were almost to the rendezvous point, the end scene, the apex of their travel. While The Great Bazhooli spoke through a veil of grief for their fallen ally, his words remained hopeful. [color=B22222]"Come, Constantin! Ve must not allow adversity to make the tossing of cold vater on our adventure! Never! Ve are Circus! [i]VE[/i] are vones who face darkness that gives the terror to others! Ve stand for those who cannot! Ve fight, [i]FIGHT[/i] to see best of Humanities remain, and those vithout Soul retreat back into dark to die from vounds birthed of Russian iron!"[/color] He grunted an affirmation and reined his horse back in the direction of Gretna Green. [color=B22222]"Almost there! So close, can taste the Greenness! [i]And[/i] the Gretna! Cannot stop now!"[/color]

	The thunder of hooves followed his last gush of speech as he brought his grand horse to bear down upon the town of Gretna Green. Whatever sort of ending marked the close of this chapter of his story was looming in their very near future. Vladimir couldn't wait. 


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Characters current location: [i]Gretna Green, western edge[/i]
Characters attempted actions: [i]Looking around[/i]
Any and all skills being used: [i]General Observation[/i]
Why each skill is being called: [i]To look for the familiar, the suspicious, or any place one might go to prepare for a wedding - or a Bachelor Party (equivalent)[/i]
Desired location: [i]Same[/i]
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