[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dab56d45-a612-460a-aeed-656aed6de5df.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=fdc68a]Location:[/color][/b] The In-Between: Plains between River and Cave
[b][color=fdc68a]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	 There is a flash of a smile from Ludwig as he cradled his journal to his chest as if it was a precious baby, patting it on its back and bouncing it lovingly as he spun around with loose joints. The man was like a walking weeble-wobble. [color=fdc68a]"Know things? So many things! I love things! And people! And places! And things! Many things! Knick-knacks, patty wacks! Get that dog a bone,"[/color] he said pointing towards the tiger but giggling instead. [color=fdc68a]"Tiger, a bone. Might steed, not as mighty as Dieter. My ferret not my brother, but good steed. I think, maybe. If let me ride?"[/color] he seemed to ask. The tiger seemed to growl. [color=fdc68a]"Maybe? Yes! Maybe, for things!"[/color] The tiger seemed content around Virginia.

	Whatever attention that Ludwig had been paying towards Gilbert was quickly side trekked at Virginia spoke to him. [color=fdc68a]"Well..."[/color] he started but then seemed to snap out of it as he opened his journal and quickly starting thumbing through the pages. [color=fdc68a]"Well, well, well, well,"[/color] he said over and over and over again. Flipping page after page after page. Stopping he shoved his finger into his book and exclaimed, [color=fdc68a]"WELL!"[/color] before turning the book around so Virginia could see it. It was a page and a drawing of a well, with flowers like the one Elizaveta had drawn in the dirt surrounding and climbing up it. There were words written but they weren't in a language that Virginia knew. Gothic was a trained language. 

	Pushing his glasses up from the tip of his nose. [color=fdc68a]"One man trash is another's treasure. One's life is one's death. One's mad is anothers glad. One heaven is another hell. Just flip a coin,"[/color] he said with a grin as stood there, his finger still tapping on the image of the well that he was showing Virginia. 

	Now the objects that Virginia picks up, the dirt starts rubbing off of them as she examines them. It is a set of dice. Very old, very worn. As far as she can remember through the stories there is no mention of dice with Belladonna but then again there is probably a lot the family doesn't know about the woman. Though, those from PE will instantly recognize the dice that Virginia is holding: they are Eve's. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=82ca9d]Kyra Altham[/color][/i][/b][/h3][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07d33632369d9e998db6856b6199bbb2/tumblr_inline_ociybiE0ow1shh2dl_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] PE Fade Between
[b][color=82ca9d]Skills:[/color][/b] Animal Control (Wolf)[/center][hr]
	Bart introducing himself received a tad of a head bob from Kyra, it seemed to be about as much as she gave towards any real movement as far as facial expressions went. That was until he started asking specifics. She hadn't considered it. Her eyes went up for a moment, as if she was in thought. She noticed a lot of things, taking in her surroundings and such but she really didn't pay attention to them if they weren't a danger to her. Her hand came up, leveling her palm off at her own head. Slowly she rose it a few inches above herself. [color=82ca9d]"Taller,"[/color] she said in a monotone fashion before lowering her her hand. (Quick reference, Nancy is shorter than Kyra. Evelina is taller is Kyra.)

	The man who called himself a fire walker seemed to be going on about death. She snapped her finger and Ash looked at her. Licking his own nose he started sniffing around, mostly at the feet of those that were there before looking back to her. Her brow lifted. [color=82ca9d]"Says you're not dead,"[/color] she said looking at Constantin. [color=82ca9d]"Blights, Soul-eaters,"[/color] she said as he mentioned some creatures and described them. 

	Then he kept talking and telling of where he was before the snap. Her eyes went back up again, as if she was trying to remember something that hadn't been of interest to her in a very long time if ever. She had a look on her face like she was trying to get together a bibliography for a book report. After a minute something seemed to click. Lifting her hand she pointed her finger in a direction. [color=82ca9d]"Typlyon's Ruins. Six days journey,"[/color] she said dryly before lowering her hand.

	More talking but Kyra wasn't putting more in right then, other than to repeat herself about the Blights and Soul-eaters as the Destruere were mentioned. Mahendra is trying to figure out just what is going on by looking at the dirt. Guess this is what a soothsayer would call a dry tea reading, lol. Anyways. Talk of end times seems to actually be avoided much in Egyptian Myth from what he can remember. That they try not to give details on end times because they felt it would bring it about. The whole creating the whole thing you are trying to avoid by trying to avoid it. There are whispers about Coffin Texts and that after many cycles it will finally end though - maybe that is why there is so much in one place that shouldn't be. Renewing. 

[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a71916ef-554a-4f59-834e-a9416a490a48.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] DttS Fade Between
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center][hr]
	The Baron seemed to be pushing for them to keep moving with him and following him. This did not sit well with Elizaveta. Yet there seemed to be nothing she could do right then if the woman wanted to go with him. She didn't seem to be under a spell or anything. Maybe she was up to something as well? Women had to do what they had to do to survive usually and if the woman had an idea she wasn't going to get in the way but then again the other woman with her didn't seem to like this Baron person anymore than she did.

	Sighing a bit, this was one of those times that Elizaveta wished her Tretiy Glaz would kick in but that wasn't how it worked. It usually came at the oddest times with the oddest of messages that didn't make sense until after everything unfolded. Her people were missing, she was in a strange land, and the closest thing she had to a friend was a man she had met on the road just hours before. Keeping her hand on the hilt of her blade she looked up at the sky. Dark, no stars from what she could see. Not that if she could see them it would help but it would have been nice to see a star or two. 

	All things considered she nearly cast Vyzov, a flock of birds could be useful but then again, this thing, this Baron, she didn't know what he was but she knew there was something dark that didn't sit right with her. Perhaps she should just bide her time. It was the best she could do for now. Looking towards William she asked him, [color=a187be]"follov or go alone?"[/color] Should they go with this Baron and the other women or strike out alone and try to find the people they had shown up in this place with.