<strong>Pachski "Old Man" Lyka</strong><br/>The oldest and most experienced stagecoach driver still working the route between Lunescross and Urgasburg. In his sixties, his hair may be turning gray and his body a bit too wiry to be healthy but his blue eyes are still as sharp as ever. When working he's almost never seen without an ornate and lovingly maintained crossbow on his back.<br/><br/><strong>Samual Lyka</strong><br/>Pachski's son and also another driver, in his thirties. He wears the butterfly holy symbol of Desna.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The clop-clop sound of hoofbeats signals the arrival of old man<strong>Pachski</strong>and his son<strong>Samual</strong>, each leading a horse by the reins. But not just any horses:<strong>skeletal horses</strong>. The advantages over living horses are obvious - they do not tire on the long journey, do not panic at the first perceived threat, and require less maintenance and no feed. The drives tether the skeletal horses to the stagecoaches and rig up bullseye lanterns to light the way through the darkness ahead.<br/><br/>Far away in Urgasburg, the Clocktower bells ring moonset and the beginning of the Silver Truce. The sound is magically carried across the distance until its echoes can be heard in Lunescross. On the horizon, the mountains are outlined with an orange glow as the sun rises behind them, but the light fails to penetrate the darkness that hangs like a black fog around the city.<br/><br/><strong>"All aboard! The moon waits for no man,"</strong>Pachski announced.<strong>"If you haven't been introduced, I'm Pachski, and this is my son Samual. You're in luck today, plenty of space on the two coaches we have for you. Last year a group tried to squeeze in on only one coach to save a few coins - they had a fight about who would sit where before they even got started."</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Then, almost as an after thought, she looked to one of the carriage drivers "How long is it into Urth--sorry- Urgasburg from here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Half a day as the horse rides, so hop on young lady we have no time to spare!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Crispin get a perception check for the wheel.<br/><br/><strong>Posting deadline:</strong>11:59pm (UTC+8), Wednesday (29 Aug 2018)<br/>(Probably Tuesday if your time zone is in the Americas)<br/><strong>Posting key points:</strong>Introduce your character (if you haven't already) and get on a stagecoach.<br/><strong>Posting reward:</strong>Free entry into the RP as long as you have a completed character. After this deadline, potential entrants need to talk to me first.