<div align="center">Gerik Seaborn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4200726#msg4200726)</div><br/>Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, Gerik was awakened by the loud shouts and yelling of orders by his fellow shipmates. His bunkmate was already up and pulling on clothes. The Sea’s Wrath was swaying heavily, implicative of stormy seas. Still groggy with sleep, Gerik was trying to get his muddled brain wrapped around what was going on. Then he heard it. There was the distinct firing of a canon.<br/><br/><div align="center">Arya Angelicus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4200851#msg4200851)</div><br/>Gideon was inwardly pleased to see the incredibly beautiful priestess reenter the room. He had heard her describe herself as such while at the bar. He saw her sit at one of the tables and strode over to it, carrying his half-drunk glass of wine. He smoothed his short black hair and leveled his dark blue eyes on Arya as he approached. Gods, she was even more beautiful up close and he struggled to appear nonchalant.<br/><br/>“Is this seat taken?” He denoted the seat across from her. He didn’t wait for a response, but sat down anyway. He made eye contact with the barkeep, pointed at his glass of wine, and indicated that he would like two more glasses of such.<br/><br/>“So what is your name, beautiful priestess?” He cocked his head, waiting her reply. He had chiseled cheekbones and square jawline that were coated in a dark five o’clock shadow.<br/><br/><div align="center">Antheia Aiolos (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4202624#msg4202624)</div><br/>Outside her forgery, Antheia sees a slight young girl holding her side and wobbling toward her. She has her other hand outstretched and a look of pleading on her face, though no blood can be seen on or around the girl. She seems to have tears in her eyes.<br/><br/><div align="center">Zilior Vinezian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4200150#msg4200150)</div><br/>A knock rapped softly on Zilior’s door. The fresh young maiden stood on the other side. She was the innkeeper’s granddaughter. Selena had caught a few glances at Zilior as he’d talked to her grandpapa the previous night. Something about the scruffy man intrigued her. It had been many years since she’d seen her grandpapa’s brown and purple wings beat so fervently. Being faerie folk, it was in their nature to only mate once, and her grandpapa got excited any time he was able to relieve another moment of her grandmama’s existence. Selena wished to thank him for this but all that came out was…<br/><br/>“W-would you like some lunch, Sir?” Lunch? Selena mentally kicked herself. Her blue and purple wings fluttered nervously and she blushed. If he wanted lunch, the common area was mere feet away! She scolded herself and leaned her head against the door; her long bright blue hair fell around her eyes.<br/><br/><div align="center">Feldor Kelmaric (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4199702#msg4199702)</div><br/>A tiny seemingly human child with curly black hair pops out from behind the trees. She’s all bundled up in a fur lined leather parka and fur lined leather boots. When she lays eyes on the tiger, her clear blue eyes go wide and she opens her mouth, letting out an ear piercing wail.<br/><br/>A different woman, appearing in her twenties and wearing virtually the same thing, pops out of the woods at this time. She scoops up the crying child and coos at her, trying to calm her. She looks to where the child is pointing and goes more still than humanly possible. Her eyes begin to glow a bright red. Vampires.