<div align="center">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/scenery/SasserineBar.png)</div><br/>Eleder, The capital city of Sargava had been around since the inception of Sargava and where its waterfront started out as a few docks it was now a booming business district that had people coming and going all the time. The population was just under a steady 9,000 but it was common for a good hundred or two to pass through the city on their way through the wilderness of the Mwangi expanse<br/><br/>It was unusual weather today with a cloudless sky, the sun shining high and bright, and the wind blew easily over the open ocean. Normally light storms were the normal weather but it seemed luck was on peoples side today. The salty scent of the sea filled the air and people walked around and went about their jobs as if it were just another normal day but today was anything but usual. At the main docks there were two caravel's waiting , one cristined Mirabell and the other the white wyvern. Dock workers loaded them both with fresh food stores and the supplies for their expedition into the seas were already loaded. Overall each ship held a total of 80 tons in cargo, and fifty of that was stuffed with building materials. Another ten tons filled with food stores that would last them just over a month, while it would only take them, at best, three weeks to reach their destination. The rest of the cargo space was left empty for now, able to be filled with things as the crew desired<br/><br/>People were already gathering around the ships and a large half orc stood between the gangplanks, sending off undesirables. He stood six foot three with a heavily muscular build and a patch over his left eye and a grizzled black beard that covered his face. He wore a stylized red rag with a white crossed swords design that fell over the back of his head as well as a thin but flexible white cotton shirt and thicker cotton shorts. The most notable thing on her person was likely the falchion sheathed and hung over his back.<br/><br/>Most of the people that had arrived were simple hopefulls trying to get onto the boats to see something new and were driven away but slowly and surely those that were handpicked by the Baron were arriving. How they were chosen was anyone's guess but as long as they presented the seal given to them he would welcome them aboard.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------<br/><br/>OOC: Please feel free to do your entrance into the current scene and if you like you may do a past scene where your character earned their seal from the Baron or his agents. You will have to interact with the half orc "guard" before you are allowed onto the boat.<br/><br/>Its about 8 am right now<br/><br/>The group will be assigned to the white wyvern. Which is a caravel (pictured below) that has been painted white and has a Wyvern for it's head (thus the name). They will basicly have final say over the ship and what goes on aboard it. Anyone with ranks in profession (sailor) can be the captain if they like. With ranks in Knowlege (geography) you can be the ships navigator<br/><br/>(http://bvapush.pbworks.com/f/caravel.jpg)(http://warandgame.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/caravel_espirito_santo_brazil.jpg)