Joyce
Stern Logarsh, the Bulwark

The orc crossed his arms once again, his eyes locked on Warren with feral intensity. He was aware of his inhuman nature and the effects of it on people, yet he wouldn't have let that paladin disrespect him. 
He stood silently, waiting for the two to exit his room. 
He did not know how to end this quarrel with words and that angered him intensely. Asking Vigi to teach him more words was imperative.
Hassan
Alabet Havar
Warren Klade
The Bulwark

Without further incident the two exited the room, Alabet trailing behind and ushering Warren along to ensure that the first meeting of the company did not end with any unnecessary bloodshed. "Get some rest good, ah, sir." The young scholar called over his shoulder on the way out, unsure if things had gone well, though certain that they could have ended much worse.
Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, the Witherlands
Dead town of Nornver.

The young knight hurried along the empty streets of Nornver, hauling every piece of wood he could with him - he needed the flames to be great, to grow to the skies and burn away this disease that befell on the city. There wasn't a reason to try and save it now - it was too far gone. He didn't know if weeks'd passed before he stumbled across this saddening sight or just mere days. He didn't know anything about the type of sickness it was - he only knew that fire would cleanse it.

So he hurried along, to the town's square to burn all of the corpses along with his memories, tied to this small, peaceful town away. Sorrow joined the pain that he's been feeling for the past two days and just added to the misery of the whole situation, making it almost helpless. And then Edmund remembered - there was a small city with a docking bay not too far away from Nornver! He just needed to go.. East. To reach the great seas that lay beyond the frozen shores of Witherlands and try to, through that, get back to High Helm. Perhaps there he'd be able to get proper treatment for his wounds and refill on supplies..

Thus he thought, gathering up bits of wood into a big pile before spilling out the rest of what was contained within his flask onto it. 'Now for the spark that'll end it.' He thought, pulling out two shiny bits of minerals and his dagger.

Sshhhhk!!..

Sshhhk!..

Suddenly, the pile of wood erupted into flames which quickly consumed it and lit up the whol of town's square - Edmund had to work quickly. SO he began to drag the frozen bodies to the fire and throwing them into it sloppily.. Each one of them was followed by a loud hiss of the water getting almost instantly evaporated... An Hour or so passed before Edmund leaned up against one of the buildings to get some momentary rest, satisfied with the result of his hard work - the bodies were all burning away now... The smell of burnt flesh and hair, the sickening sound of meat sizzling as it got quickly engulfed and assimilated by flames filled the street, followed by the roaring and cracking of the giant flame's tongues.

Nornver was no more.
Mary
Joss Fletcher, the Witherlands
Trade Ship, Southeast Port

The boy's wound had healed over the journey, more or less — not *Well*, particularly, it would certainly be leaving a scar and it was still rather pink and definite, but he no longer had to worry about it opening up again. And he had avoided infection — altogether, a win. The journey itself... Maybe the problem here wasn't the journey, exactly. Maybe it was the destination.

The ship pulled into port, and with the anchor dropped, Joss was perched high in the rigging, trying not to shake it with his shivering — helping to take down the sail entirely, to stow it within the ship, to mend and to *Thaw* It. The icy sea breezes in this part of the world had left it with a thin, crunching coating of ice in places, and there were a few places the seams needed work. It was horribly heavy, even as they got it to the deck and were able to roll it — it took a whole row of men carrying it to get the job done, and Joss was too short to be a part of that row.

Instead, Will sent him below decks to help offloading cargo, as the ramp met the dock. A line of men poured forth with crates, barrels and sacks of cargo kept preserved by the cold — the boy could not help but stick out like a sore thumb among them as he unloaded the cargo with them, and as the first mate counted out everything as it left the ship to make sure nothing had 'gone missing' on the voyage — the barrels of alcohol were of particular concern. None of them had leave to go anywhere til every last thing had been accounted for. And they'd cargo from many merchants. There was a lot to account for. But, finally, after some brief tension over the gin, Joss and many of the sailors were given leave.

He'd never been less excited to explore a new place. It looked *Miserable* Here, from what he could see... Still, it would be less miserable than the bowels of the ship, and less likely to get him beat for snooping around. The lad donned his cloak and hood to protect his poor freezing ears, taking his satchel with him over one arm.

He had a pair of silver candlesticks to sell, after all — somewhere no one would ever know where they'd come from.
Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, the Witherlands
Outskirts of Nornver.

The town was ablaze behind him. The hot tongues of fire burst out of every window and every chimney - the fire spread much faster than Edmund'd anticipated earlier. "Taff!" He groaned in pain as he was reminded of the wound that haunted his thigh - it felt like a hundred thousand knives being driven precisely into that area one by one, tearing it up with every single one of his hurried, limping steps. But he couldn't stop for now - the wildfire was spreading through the city quickly.

Leaving the walls of Nornver behind, he practically ran forth, through the warg-infested woods to get closer to his next destination - a docking town where sailors and traders were rampant. There, with his slight wealth he planned to hitch a boat back to High Helm to rest up and heal before heading out again - his quest'd started off a nightmare.

The woods grew darker as he got further away from the burning city and its dying roars and sounds of crumbling buildings - he was safe for now, but the cold of the WItherlands would make sure he'd not survive if he stayed in one place. So he ran forth, limping and panting heavily - into the darkened pines of Morn once more.

By sheer luck he'd chosen the right direction - he was running eastward, towards the wintry shores of this inhospitable kingdom. Unbeknownst to himself, he was approaching the new chapter of his adventure rather quickly...
Mary
Joss Fletcher, The Witherlands
Southeast Docks

The boy realized within ten minutes that this was not the place to sell luxury goods. He might have gathered that, had he been paying any heed to the crates upon crates of foodstuff he'd been unloading — but he wasn't putting together the larger picture from the contents of a shipment.

This place had different priorities than the highbloods that infested North Feyshore like ticks. Every item this country imported that he'd seen, he realized only now, was *Foodstuff* — foodstuff and drink! As he walked the town he realized very quickly he needed to know a few things — searching for the only friendly face he could think of, the only person he thought would answer his questions. But Will was nowhere to be seen. The man had probably gone inside somewhere — Joss sure as hell wanted to do so, too. 

It was freezing, with a sort of frost which he wasn't sure whether it was snow or sea-mist turned to ice, which clung to his white eyelashes and made his face numb unless he kept his face well within the hood. He kept moving. Looking for a likely place he could slip into. He still had *Some* Money, but he wasn't sure if it would be accepted, now he thought about it... Still, coin should be coin. But he'd managed to get himself a bit lost in this strange, cold city — every building he saw seemed to be warehouses for storage — surely he'd gone the wrong way to get warm by a fire. Turning a few times, hoisting his satchel over the cloak, following where he saw smoke from chimneys. There were few lights to follow, as the sky darkened. Windows seemed to be shuttered almost by default — he wasn't entirely sure if there *Were* Windows on some of these buildings.
Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, The Witherlands
Pines of Morn, outskirts.

The man rushed through the remaining thicket of pines as night slowly fell all around him - he had a reason to hurry so much: The temperatures dropped heavily during the dark hours and nobody wanted to remain out and about without a good fire to keep them safe and warm from the creatures and the cold.. Snow crunched and flew around under his feet which left a lengthy and messy trail with some specks of crimson red seen inbetween - his wound'd opened up a tad again.

Noticing it, he slowed his pace down a bit to let his body rest and catch a breath - he was out of it, tired and cold. But hope still gleamed within his cold, brown eyes - the dim lights of Trandon shone in the distance, leading his way towards the safety of a docking town... Finally - a place to rest. For a man with money it wasn't much of a problem in these parts. Howeever, there was still a concern that grew on him - would he be able to reach Trandon before his limbs would start to give out due to the cold? 

Fear, for a moment, reared its ugly head, filling his mind with grim images of a frozen body in armour whom nobody would be able to identify... But he shook them off, hurrying forth with the same fast pace from before once again - 'the night is young' he grumbled and smirked, letting the hot droplets of his own blood drip out onto the frozen forest floor.
Alisha
Lumikki Eisenhald, Horn Hills
~Millbrough Pub~

Lumikki pushed the doors to the pub open. She stomped the snow off her boots and lyla shook it off her fur, as they walked inside. Heads turned and studied the strange duo, some lifted a brow in confusion, others tilted back in their chairs with a little fear, a few scowled at her. She passed by, noticing the looks but disregarding them. She then sat down on a stool as lyla sat behind her on the floor. The beast stared at the others, they all turned their heads back to their business, not wanting to challenge the creature. The size of Lyla, even as she was sitting, was massive. Lumikki tossed a few coins on the table and smiled at the barkeep. "Mead" She said, as she rubbed her hands together to generate warmth. "Oh and some water for my companion here." She leaned to the right and pointed to the wolf that sat behind her. The barkeep stepped back and nodded nervously as he turned and fulfilled her order. 

Lumikki's smile faded as she sat there, a mug in one hand and her other held close to her dagger, just in case. The brawl was on her mind, all she could think about was how to win... Or at least stay alive.
Rebeca
Nirvana Airenfield
Millbrough Pub

Just in time when the crowds inside the pub felt calm, Nirvana opened the door to finally see the girl shes been following this entire time. Without speaking, she looked at who else was in the pub, studying the people for any threat. She lowered her hood that protected her from the harsh climate. She looked back at the girl and her animal, squinting at a face she felt like she knew. She goes to sit by her.
She huffed out an order, knowing the once was figure already intimidated the waiter/waitress. Glancing over at her, she asked a simple question, quietly, but it meant a lot for her own navigation.
"Are you heading to the brawl?" She asked while pushing off frozen snow from her hood and shoulders onto the wooden floor, creaking from her stomps to urge more snow from her boots, faded but working, and her gloves were uneven from past tears. The others in the pub looked at them both in disgust for Nirvanas rudeness and Lumikkis fearful attitude. 
The canine stayed where it was, watching Nirvana as she yawned and pushed both of her elbows onto the table, holding her head up. The only thing that popped out from her disheveled appearance are her eyes, which matched the accented clothes she had on, disregarding the quality of her wet, cold clothes and soggy bad carrying her arrows that she threw onto the ground.
Alisha
Lumikki Eisenhald, The Witherlands 
~Millbrough Pub~

Lumikki rolled her eyes and turned her head slowly to the stranger. She then made eye contact with them and her eyes lit up and a smile stretched across her face. Everyone in the pub jumped back as she sprang from her seat as It collapsed to the wooden floor with a loud *THUD* And wrapped her arms around the girl. "Nirvana!" She paused, stepping back and looking the girl up and down. "It's been ages, where you been hidin' all this time?" Her eyes nearly filled with tears out of pure joy. "I haven't seen you in forever..." Lyla began to growl at the crown as they watched their reunion. Lumikki looked at them all and scowled, the majority turning their heads away. "Catch me up." She turned to the stool and picked it up from the floor, sitting on it and leaning forward, eager to hear.
Rebeca
Nirvana Airenfield
Millbrough pub

Nirvana jumped a bit out of fear, her hair shaking infront of her fave and her body swaying back and forth to be grabbed by the girl who she cant seem to remember.
"L-Im sorry but, you look familiar, but.. I cant remember" It takes her a moment before it clicked. "Wait.. Lumikki???" Nirvana hugged her old friend back and sat to face her with a huge smile on her face, as well as her eyes fogged trying not to cry of joy. "Ive been *Everywhere*, Lumi. I forgot all about that." The sudden reunion felt as if she lost a part of her that she never noticed. Ignoring the crowd, nirvana explained that she got the gear she had from her dad then left and pretty much had the time of her life out in the open harshness of the Witherlands. While talking, she was handed her drink but ignored the waiter/waitress because she was so happy she found basically a family member. She lit up like if a seemed broken lightbulb rejuvenated into an even brighter light, being so happy that she swayed her feet on her stool, using her hands for exaggerated emphasis on how shes been living, and that she loved it way more than her parents constant nagging.
Alisha
Lumikki Eisenhald, The Witherlands 
~Millbrough Pub~ 

Lumikki sat there a while, listening to her stories as well as exchanging some info. "This is Lyla" She pointed to the wolf. "You two haven't been acquainted yet. Found her in a trappers snare as a puppy. Turns out herb healing ain't as useless as it's brought up to be." She smiled lightly under the bandana as she spoke. "She seems to act like she has always known you." Lumikki looked down at the wolf that was rubbing against Nirvana's leg and waging her tail. She paused before a draught look sprawled on her face. "I entered in that brawl... The one for 300 coin and bronze armour..." She lowered her voice and leaning in. "I have a bounty on my head... Makes it hard to get business, ya know?" She took a swig of mead and slamed it down on the table, a bit splashing out onto the wooden bar. "Hope I don't die!" She rolled back in her seat a bit laughing nervously and rubbing the back of her neck.