<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Alrighty guys, here it is, the first post of the campaign! :3 Have fun!</div></div></div><br/><br/>In many ways, the ferry port on the Southern coast of Hensen Bay had never been much to look at. Located on an easily-missed turnout alongside an ill-kept dirt road, the solitary harbor had never been seen as a primary landmark of the area, a quality reflected on the decrepit state of the wooden boarding dock. In the times before Moonfall, it had been used little more than to serve as a getaway for adventurous vacationers or to provide transport for those too poor to fly over or drive around the bay.<br/><br/>However, times had changed. To the hundreds that flocked there every day, it was salvation.<br/><br/>- - - - - -<br/><br/>The atmosphere at the port was without a doubt dreary, a situation not helped by the thick gray fog blanketing the shoreline. Even though it was still in the middle of the afternoon, the overcast sky had obscured the brightness of the sun, layering a brisk chill over the harbor. Hemmed in by the tall steel fence bordering the area, the prospective passengers sat scattered on a nearby dirt embankment stamped flat by the multitudes of travelers before them. Eyeing the unknown people around them watchfully, those lucky enough to have companions huddled against each other, clutching their few belongings and their tickets as if they were their very lifelines. After all, they symbolized many things to those in the group: a chance to learn, a chance to explore, a chance to investigate, a chance to change. However, for most of them, it was a chance to live.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, the shrill ring of a bell turned heads towards the murky waters where the ferry finally came into view. Appearing slowly out of the gloom, the large old ship pushed through the cool mist steadily before maneuvering towards the harbor. With a heavy thud, the rusty steel hull settled into place against the port, and moments later a small mouseboy lowered the gangplank and rushed to secure the moorings.<br/><br/>“All aboard!” he shouted out with a voice that carried surprisingly far in the crisp air. “Please have your tickets ready to be punched as soon as you enter the ship!”<br/><br/>Moments later the cluster of travelers began to mobilize, and before long a stream of people began to make their way up onto the ferry’s main deck. However, a few individuals stood back to avoid the chaos. Theron was one of these, the large dog standing out easily amongst the more meager travelers in the crowd. The German shepherd drew more than a few wary eyes with his feral stature and abundance of weaponry, but little did they know he was hardly working against their interests. With the state the city was in, he knew Eva Heights needed someone like him.<br/><br/>Eruin had also drawn his fair share of suspicion from the passengers around him, although it understandably seemed directed more to his canine companion Rea than it was to him. Eva Heights was going to be a strange experience for the wolf, so accustomed to the wilds that lay away from the steel and concrete of the city. Even so, he was hardly worried. He had a goal to achieve, and with Rea by his side he knew he had her strength to fall back on.<br/><br/>Yet Eruin wasn’t the only individual with an animal companion. Nearby, Alyssa’s familiar Grimalkin lay upon a small patch of grass that served as the only respite from the muddy earth, refusing to budge even after the mouseboy’s warning. Although the tiefling herself was undoubtedly excited for her chance to continue her research at Eva Heights, the white cat absolutely HATED the idea of leaving the comfort of the academy. It just went to remind her how much she loathed being lumped with this goody two-shoes and her sucking-up to her teacher!<br/><br/>Finally, those with sharp eyes would barely be able to make out Twilah flying along the railing bordering the bay. The tiny pixie couldn’t have seemed more out of place, her bright-colored outfit and equally bright personality a stark contrast against the gloom of the hour. Still, the playful Sylvan was a welcome respite from the decidedly somber scene, and perhaps it was that little injection of joy that Eva Heights could really use right now…<br/><br/>“Last call!” the mouseboy shouted one last time. “This is the last ferry to Eva Heights today. If you don’t board now, you won’t be going to until tomorrow morning!”