<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing leather armor), Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Between Newgate City and Walo's home<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 3 - late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs<br/></strong></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg13000897#msg13000897">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 24-02-2017, 04:59:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim noticed only Charlotte followed him to meet the new champion.....he felt bit disheartened that others do not follow with the idea but he hopes others are just being productive with separated projects (and hopefully ones which do not get them killed or in trouble). So he continued onwards...but while walking he said to Charlotte; "I can understand your not promiscous sort like Jessica and Kristina are, but try be less judgemental on their behavior. It just creates arguments and conflicts which we do not need right now, but if either those two start harass you more often I will try talk some sense to them. Perhaps I may not be perhaps best person to talk considering first oppoturnity given I did join into bath with Jessica when we arrived for feast, but it was before first mystery deaths and things felt less serious."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte grimaced. "Look, I know that we're trained in school not to judge but it seems to me when in a life and death situation, the last thing one should be doing is having an orgy. It isn't about my values regarding the group's. It is about making sure I, um, we, get back to wherever all of us came from alive. Although, I'm getting the distinct impression that perhaps some of you don't want to find the way home and that terrifies me."<br/><br/>tag - Tim<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As both Walo and Sarah look up, the black bird dives towards them and lands to near by branch. It was a raven, however with peculiar dark crimson inteligent eyes as it looks on duo and then speaks; "*croak* Haven't you got stop staring her lil Waldo-Walo *croak*? My master Tim is coming soon meet you *croak*!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg13014451#msg13014451">Quote from: CeruleanSerenity on 01-03-2017, 22:37:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's fine. Don't sweat it." Sarah didn't shrug back, but she might as well have. She wouldn't have forced him to come if he didn't want to, if she could manage without... but she was grateful for any help right now. "I don't understand half of what's going on, but I know what it's like to be excited for something. But, hey - good reason to pick up the pace, isn't it?"<br/><br/>And she did just that, striding briskly after him as long as he could keep going, because she certainly felt like she could. They might have a long road ahead, but she'd walked longer, and carried more than a few scraps of cloth while she did it.<br/>With not much to do on the walk but admire her surroundings and think, Sarah did just that. And the more she did, the more she became convinced that this wasn't a dream after all. It didn't feel like one, for sure. The pain and hunger had been very real. The wind felt like it always did, near as she could tell. Her clothes were about as uncomfortable as she'd expect them to be.<br/><br/>The birds didn't sound normal at all, though.<br/><br/>She stopped, squinted around until she spotted the source of the voice, and stared. Then blinked once or twice to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. ...Well. A talking bird arguably wasn't the strangest thing that had happened to her. Some birds back home could talk, if not quite like <em>that</em>. "...Uh, hey there." She said, tentatively. "Master... who?"<br/><br/>"Tim" wasn't the grandest name for a wizard - he had to be a wizard if he had a talking bird, right? - but Sarah supposed she was in no position to complain. Sarah suddenly found herself wishing she looked more presentable - most beggars would have turned down these clothes, and she hadn't been able to do anything about her hair; <em>dirty blonde</em> wasn't just a description of the color right now.<br/><br/>But though she hadn't been able to get a good look at it yet, her body was the whole package. Tall, toned and muscled, thick thighs, a big, firm butt and breasts like a pair of bowling balls. If the rest of her wasn't up to the task, maybe her body would do the impressing for her. Her clothes certainly didn't hide much of it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>(All I can think of right now is "Some call me...."Tim" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.)<br/><br/>It took little time at all before two people strode up to Sarah: a man and a woman. The woman looked up at the man and said in a questioning tone, "There's only one. That doesn't make sense."