[Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side
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				Title: <strong>[Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:50:19</strong>
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				The West Bank at Perry's Ferry was the one with out a wall surrounding the village. There was no need - any sort of foes would have to travel hundreds of miles from the South, or through the impassable mountains to the North. Any sort of attack on this side of the River was unlikely. It was also host to an open-air market, dozens of shops selling an assortment of goods, and a handful of taverns. Anything and everything you could possible need for a trip could be found on the West Bank, and many Merchants made the trip here to buy the furs and other goods straight from the Hunters he sold them. The Merchants could make a pretty penny taking the goods to the South of the Kingdom, selling them there for a high price.<br><br>A small dock with small tower that held one end of the rope that spanned the river lay against the edge of the bank. The tick rope was anchored deep into the ground once it passed through the tower (which held it high enough above the water for the Ferry to operate). The Rope was also regularly checked for fraying and use, and would be replaced at the first sign of failing.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 17:31:48</strong>
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				Prince Lothair Koenig was masquerading as a wealthy young man, with two bodyguards escorting him. It had given no rise to question, with the wealth of money he had, and the fine bred horses they rode. He was also going by the name of Drew, a fitting name for one of his status he thought, heading to the East to go Big Game hunting on a relatives estate. At least, that was the story he told those that asked.<br><br>Lothair – Drew, rather – and his two guards had arrived at Perrys Ferry the night before, though they had to share a room in the crowded Tavern. He had known his two guards for countless years and was not the least bit bothered by this, only pretending to be as would be fitting of a spoiled brat like hwas pretending to be. <br><br>It was the morning now, and the three of them sat at a table eating breakfast. “Mathias.” He says, turning to the more mysterious of the two guards. “Why don't you secure us passage on the next Ferry over. The Ferry is approaching this side already.” He motions out the window.
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 17:56:55</strong>
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				The man sitting across from him barely made a motion at&nbsp; the speaking of his name. He was a big, dark-skinned man. Pulling the napkin out of his lap he placed it on his finished plate and stood up. Mathias felt the leery gazes of the tavern's patrons as he threw his cloak over his shoulders and lifted the hood over his bald head. Covering the horrible scars on the left half of his face. "Yes sir." he said in a dull, deep baritone. "Are you sure you've got this one, Squeak?" Mathias asked the female guard at the table. His smirk hidden by the hood.<br><br>Striding out of the tavern, Mathias scanned the streets, no more than glorified deer trails, of Perrys Ferry. Mathias struck an intimidating figure especially these country people. He had obviously forsaken his military uniform for a more mercenary look. Mathias wore boiled, metal studded leather armor, that fit his muscular form, and cinched at the waist with a matching leather belt. He wore black baggy pants tucked into his leather boots that came half way up his shins. His bare arms had little in ways of protection other than the leather gauntlets with their studded knuckles. He had left his military broadsword at home favoring a big machete at the small of his back, and a steel arm guard in favor of a shield.<br><br>Mathias still looking around, he noticed a sign that showed the direction the ferry was in. Taking note of his surrounding Mathias struck off toward the ferry his long gait eating up the distance between him and his destination. 
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 18:32:07</strong>
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				"Master Drew and I will gather the horses and meet you at the landing, " the comparatively diminutive female guard said reassuringly.&nbsp; Her name was really Braxton,&nbsp; and the only person alive who could get away calling her Squeak is Mathias.&nbsp; She was sure his hood hid some sort of wry smile.&nbsp; Mathias was pretty touchy about his face. She personally didn't think it was all that bad.&nbsp; But she knew the man beneath the burns and that might make the difference....<br><br>She was honored to have been chosen for this mission, yet she knew her past service to the king had been exemplary and the honor well awarded. She and Mathias worked as a team, their years of service together had built in them a mutual trust and an almost psychic ability to fight in harmony together.&nbsp; They couldn't be more different in appearance. <br><br>His tall dark hooded figure appeared brooding to some.&nbsp; While she was lithe and attractive.&nbsp; Most avoided contact with Mathias and he had a way of disappearing in a room--hidden in dark corners.&nbsp; Brax ended up doing a lot of the talking and was creative in the art of costumes and disguise.&nbsp; Today, she was dressed in sensible leather armor--made for riding on horses and plenty of movement.&nbsp; Her weapons were simple..a sword and a bow.&nbsp; Small daggers were hidden in her boots and in her upper vest, tucked neatly under her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>As Mathias left, she tossed back the dregs of what they called coffee at this inn.&nbsp; There were enough people around that speaking freely would be unwise.&nbsp; She surveyed the room with a constant eye to who was moving where, noting the position of every person in the room, picking up bits and pieces of the conversations.&nbsp; She was on constant alert--as one of two chosen to travel with Prince Edward, she took her duty very seriously.&nbsp; <br><br>Prince Edward was, in her opinion, a competent man with a sword and other weapons.&nbsp; He was fair, like his father, and not bad to look at.&nbsp; Ten years her junior, she felt a nearly sisterly affection for him, having watched him at court as a child.&nbsp; &nbsp;For all his positive qualities&nbsp; he was only one person and a journey of this length and challenges required reinforcements.&nbsp; The Prince was rarely allowed to travel alone.&nbsp; <br><br>"So. Master Drew," she says, "You ready to move on?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 21:12:49</strong>
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				Drew was not nearly as alart or attentive as his guards. He had greater things on his mind and did not have nearly the same sort of experience that they had. Nor was his profession one that required such vigilance, though his eyes darted around from time to time - more frequently to check out the women in the establishment then to make sure there were no dangerous looking glares from assassins. But, thats what his two guards were for. Mathias was the type that kept most people away from them, just based on his look. He wasn't a pretty thing to look at, but Drew had long grown accustomed to his hairless head and the scars that marred him. <br><br>He had also grown accustomed to calling Braxton - the other guard - Squeak, much like Mathias had. He wasn't entirely sure where she had picked up that nickname, but it seemed to fit her well enough. And he had grown more fond of her over the past few weeks of travel. It wasn't often he got to travel with so few people guarding him and - in his opinion - it created a much worry-free state of mind. He readjusted the sword at his hip - he had finally grown accustomed to having it there instead of strapped to his back - which was a position more for show then for practical use. It bounced around if he ran, the strap could get caught on things, or even trip his own legs. Once they left the safety of Perrys Ferry, he was going to do just that - strap it to his back like he had done for years. <br><br>He sets down his own empty beaker of water, preferring it over any other drink in the morning and slowly nods his head. "Yes. Some fresh air will do us some good and we should check on the horses. Make sure they're ready for the trip across."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 22:04:30</strong>
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				<strong>[For Mathias]</strong><br><br>There was clearly only one direction as far as the Ferry could be, and that was where the sound of water was coming from, and also the only direction one could travel down Main Street with out heading back out onto the plains. It was also where more people congregated, with lots of stalls and open markets spread out along the road. <br><br>Mathias would be able to move relatively unnoticed, as hawkers picked out their targets and clearly saw him as one who wouldn't be interested in their fares. Despite the smallness of the village, there were clearly a few hundred people here, either traveling to or from the ferry. <br><br>As he nears the raging water, he would be able to see the large barge as it slowly crawled its way to the near shore, a good number of people and horses on board this first ride of the morning, which happened to be arriving from the East Side. There was already a line waiting by the Ferry Master, who was marking things down on a parchment, while a second line formed out of those who had already secured passage.<br><br>As Mathias waited in line, he could hear the Ferry Master speaking.<br><br>“It'll arrive in the next half hour...give it another half hour after that to unload, and another to load up again – so an hour and a half until you can expect to be under way...”
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 22:11:58</strong>
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				Brax led the way to the stables.&nbsp; &nbsp;The stable faced a series of buildings that would make excellent cover for a bowman, and she felt slightly on edge about leaving the prince outside as an open target. <br><br>"My Lord, I would appreciate it if you would accompany me inside..."&nbsp; She made a quick surveillance of the interior from the doorway. <br><br>It was fairly quite as most of their fellow travelers at the inn were heading in the opposite direction and had left.&nbsp; Brax wasn't particularly keen on the direction they were heading, either, but duty was duty.<br><br>She was prepared to saddle both horses as they entered the stable and fully expected Mat to show up soon enough and take care of his own steed.&nbsp; She reached over the stall to give Falkor, her own gelding, a morning greeting--blowing gently against his nose and waiting for his return gush of air.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew he hated water, but there was only the one ferry and it would be a good while between coming and going. At least she'd be standing at his head, holding the reins when they crossed.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 22:49:10</strong>
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				Mathias snorted glumly. He waited with his arms crossed, the cape part of his cloak was thrown back. He found it a little too warm to be wearing it over his shoulders but he liked the shade of the hood. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as the line progressed. Mathias. Simply amazed at the line a one horse town like this could produce. They, meaning the prince, Brax, and himself had chosen this place because it was supposed to be out of the way. Sighing heavily Mathias shuffled forward.<br>After a rather uncomfortable wait. Mathias's shadow loomed over the ferryman. "How many?" he said not looking up. "Three people, and three horses." Mathias said grumpily. <br>The ferryman looked up, "Ah... two slivers." Tobias rolled his eyes under the hood, but threw two coins on the mans ledger. "Hey what's with that hood?" the ferryman queried.<br>"Don't ask."<br>"Well it'll be about an hour and a half like I said."<br>"Thank you." Mathias said tersely.<br><br>Making his way back to the tavern as inconspicuous as a tall, hooded, dark-skinned stranger could. He arrived back at the tavern. Mathias didn't see Brax or Drew anywhere so he strode up to the counter. "They went to the stables." the innkeeper said hastily.<br>Without further delay he went around to the horse shed and spotted Brax. "Hour and a half, Sir" he said to the prince as he moved to prepare his horse for departure. Rocks, was Mathias's horse. A big gray stallion. He got his name because he looked more like a small boulder than a large horse. Lowering his hood, Mathias walked up to the big horse who proceeded to headbutt his master, lightly. As was their greeting.
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-07-2008, 23:49:47</strong>
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				Korvis walked into the tavern, instinctively looking around. A slight grimace flashed across his face as he took in the crowd. <em>Damnation</em> he thought. <em>I'd hoped it would be quieter at this hour.</em> His stomach took that moment to remind him that, crowd or not, he needed some food. He gave a small sigh and walked to the bar, tossing a handfull of small coins onto the counter. "Breakfast." he said laconically. "Whatever is cooking. I'll be ..." he took a quick look around, and nodded towards a nearby table that a trio of miners were just vacating. "I'll be there."<br><br>The barman gave a nod, scooping up most of the coin, and sliding one back, which Korvis scooped up again. He moved over to claim the table before anyone else could, and slid his pack from his shoulders, setting it at his feet, leaning back at the wall to survey the tavern while he waited for his food. The usual collection of miners, trappers, a merchant or two .. his eyes narrowed slightly as he took in a rare enough sight. <em>Now what brings you so far from the comforts of home, young lord?</em> he thought. <em>A hunting party? Trying to prove your manhood and bring back a trophy to impress your father, or some potential match?</em><br><br>His reverie was broken by the arrival of one of the tavern maids, setting a bowl of broth in front of him, along with what smelled like fresh baked bread and a mug of ale. He nodded his thanks, then flicked the last coin to her. She caught it, gave him a smile and was off again, the barman calling her attention to one of the other tables. He gave the nobles party another glance, noting the way the two armsmen watched the crowd. One rose and left as he started on his breakfast, the other and her charge rising a minute or two later. He pushed them from his mind and went back to his food.
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 11:19:04</strong>
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				Crouching on the top of the same tavern that the disguised prince had just wondered into. She was observing those who were wondering around below, doing trade and going into the taverns. Her sword was placed on the roof in a manner so it wouldn't slip off. Her mind was mulling over the possibilities of getting onto the ferry. <em>Getting over the wall and jumping into the water... I may be able to catch it...</em> she thought to herself, her eyes scanning over the water that she was able to see, trying to work out some means of getting on for free, but should she be discovered, it would probably be harder to get off and swim to land, especially if they were&nbsp; in the middle of the river at the time. There was always the possibility of something underneath, but she doubted that such a ferry would have anything like that, it was usually only newer fishing boats that had any type of hole in the bottom, and even then they had grates underneath to stop people falling into the sea, this was more of a raft, and as far as she could see, there was no hole she could climb through, if she did, she would have been spotted. Noticing some more people approach the ferryman, obviously asking for a place on said ship. Being a rogue, she swore allegiance to no one, just like all of those she had been brought up with, real family or not. Picking up the sword, she decided in the end that she couldn't take the risk, the water was running too fast through the stream, and even if she managed to get to the boat, then what? Slipping the sword into a sheath at her back, she walked to the back of the roof of the tavern, turning around, she crouched and let her hands grip the edges, lowering herself slowly, absailing as far as she could, using her hands as the rope. When she began to dangle, she released her hands, dropping and crouching down as she hit the floor. It wasn't so high that there would be any chance of damage done, and she knew that. <br><br>Walking back around into the crowds, dodging passed people she made her way to the ferryman. "One person" her voice was quiet, obviously not wanting to be overheard. <br>The man looked at the sword on her back. "Not going to start any trouble, miss?" he asked.<br>"No, I wouldn't dare" she once again replied. <br>He told her the price, and she fished out a brown pouch, possibly made of leather tied up at the top with a piece of string. Opening it, she picked up the amount he had asked, and payed, before retying it and slipping it back from whence it came. Turning away, once the transaction was complete, she headed back to some stalls, browsing from afar, using the crowd as cover, as she was used to, observing, only striking when necessary. Spotting a gold little object, she continued walking with the crowds, keeping an eye on it, and the stalls owner. <br>Deciding a few moments later that stealing it wasn't an option; the person manning the stall was far too observant, she doubted she would have the money to pay for it, and thus concluded that it was most likely a fake, mostly so she wouldn't feel too bad about leaving it, she returned to beside the ferry, waiting for people to start boarding, sitting just behind some boxes, half observing those who were walking on, seeing if there was anything worth taking, and if she could. Her sleves were weighted down by two small daggers, blunted, as to only cause a distraction, allowing her to flee, but the opening in her trousers, just below her hip held slightly larger daggers, the pouch had been modified so it wouldn't cut her leg (as it had done a few times before when she hadn't done any modifications), but these were a lot sharper, allowing her to fight, if it came to it. And if she desperately needed it, she had her sword on her back to use as a last resort.
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 14:36:01</strong>
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				After an unfortunate fishing accident upstream, Quirrin had been struggling with the rapids for what felt like years of his life, and had actually been about half an hour. He knew better than to exhaust himself screaming about his plight. He did his best to float and hang onto his leather knapsack containing his few meagre possessions, as he clinged onto an unattractive floating log that was doing its ungrudging best to stop him drowning. He caught sight of a small town appearing as the river whisked him inexorably through the woods. <br>Ah, I get out of this one alive, he thought triumphantly, and started heaving a sigh of relief when an unwelcome drink of white water warned him not to. He hung onto the mouldy piece of wood as he saw the huts&nbsp; and cottages of Perry's Ferry in the distance, and grinned insanely as he saw the rope and the ferry greeting him. With what remained of his strength he tried to steer himself and the log towards the lumbering bulky ferry. He stuck out a hand, and somehow managed to cling onto the side of the large raft, getting a smack in the face from the log and another mouthful of water as the river smashed him into it. Barely conscious, he managed to drag himself onto the side of the floating platform, and pased out with a small groan. I'll be fine, he thought as the lights went out, and he lay on the deck in a large puddle.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:01:16</strong>
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				<strong>The Prince</strong><br><br>He had always loved horses. At least, he enjoyed them. His training as a soldier had taught him how to care for one. But, the role he was playing, he had to treat the creatures with disdain. No nobles son would willing enter a stables to tend to his horses. THAT was for servants to do. A quick glance around showed that they were alone, so he gives a quick nod of his head and follows her inside. He can't help but watch her mannerisms, either. She was always on alert, as if there was an assassin waiting in every shadow.<br><br>“Brax...relax a little...view this as a vacation.” He says, once they were sure no one was nearby. “No one knows we're here, we haven't run into any trouble anywhere, and if you keep going on like this, you'll look as old as my father in a year!”
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:01:51</strong>
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				<strong>GM POST - for those who needed a response. Everyone can respond to this as they see fit.</strong><br><br>Quirrin was very lucky indeed. A minute later or earlier, and he would have missed the ferry entirely, and surely have drowned minutes later if not from hypothermia. The water was icy cold even in the warm spring sun, and too long exposure to it would result in death. Luckily for him, an observant passenger spotted him as he clung onto the edge of the Ferry – itself nothing more then an extremely glorified raft – and helped haul him in along with a few others. <br><br>The Pilot – who really had little to do as mules on either side of the bank walked in circles, causing the rope to move – which caused the ferry to move – quickly bent to the mans side and checked for a pulse. Luckily, they docked on the West Bank minutes later and rushed the unconscious man off board.&nbsp; Jed had also come over to see what the commotion was, but remained on the bank to maintain order.<br><br>"Some one fetch Mira, quick!" Darwin calls out, a local boy scampering off to find the local healer.
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:11:16</strong>
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				"My Lord," Brax replies, "I can hardly let down my guard any easier than you can not look at women. " She laughs, sure that the prince would understand she is teasing him. "Though, I tend to agree, this place seems tame enough.&nbsp; I'm just uneasy.&nbsp; This is a highly unusual set of protocols."&nbsp; She nodded to Mat who had just strode in and was tending his stallion.&nbsp; She maneuvered her way around Falkor with practiced ease.&nbsp; <br><br>"Matty, what does the ferry crowd look like?" Brax asked, hoping he was paying attention to those that were already gathered. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 21:58:54</strong>
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				Mathias was busy brushing Rock's gray coat. He smirked at the comment about the prince's habit. It was so true. He was surprised that they hadn't had to pull him out of the houses of any angry fathers. Mathias finished brushing his horse and placed the saddle back on. He would walk him to the ferry anyway. Let the big guy rest.<br>"He's right Squeak if you keep worrying like that you're going to look worse than me." he smirked again at that remark. "Anyway the crowd looks like the usual yokels. Still might be someone, do you think we're being followed?" he said quietly.
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				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 22:03:47</strong>
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				Brax frowned. "No, I don't think we've been followed. I'm just being overly cautious, I guess.&nbsp; Things just feel..."&nbsp; she shook her head.&nbsp; "Can't explain it.&nbsp; I guess I'm just on edge."&nbsp; She flipped up Falkor's last hoof to pick it clean. "Just call it feminine intuition."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; She rarely admitted to having any feminine traits when she was around the prince or Matthias. It was fun to occasionally remind them she was female, though. <br><br>She laughed and said, "Okay...Okay...I'll try to calm myself down.&nbsp; Just relax."&nbsp; She couldn't quite get herself to relax, though.&nbsp; There was something in the wind, she was sure of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was finding herself looking forward to getting on the ferry, at least that bit would be over soon.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 18:32:20</strong>
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				"Feminine Intuition?" The Prince doubled over with laughter at the sound of that. He rarely viewed Brax as a woman - she had larger balls then a lot of men he had met in his short lifetime. "Oh, thats a good one Brax! No need to worry about Assassins, you jokes will kill me first!" He tries to control himself, slowly getting a grip back on his emotions. "Of course we aren't being followed! No one knows we've even left! Well, I imagine the spies have figured that out by now, but they have no idea which direction I went and they'd have no clue I headed North. I think we're as safe as any other Citizen in these parts." He adjusts the saddle and straps on his own horse, deciding no one was around to find that odd. <br><br>"At any rate, I'd like to get situated down by the dock, maybe take a look at a few of the fairs. Fake interest of course - though the furs will be much cheaper up here then at home." He shrugs his shoulder, his merriment well under control now. "Spot anything or anyone of interest, Mat?" He asks his scarred-bodyguard. 
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				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 00:42:22</strong>
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				Korvis finished up his food and left the tavern, settling his pack comfortably on his back. He drew a deep breath once outside, happy to be away from the aroma of woodsmoke and too many bodies in too small a space (at least for his comfort). As he looked around there seemed to be some commotion down by the ferry. He stood for a moment, trying to see what might be at the root of it, but there were too many people around to see.<br><br><em>Suppose I ought to take a look.</em> he thought. <em>Hopefully it's not a problem with the ferry itself.</em> He started walking down towards the water, picking up snatches of conversation as he drew closer. <br><br><em>Someone in the river?</em> he thought. <em>I wonder what happened him.</em> He looked upstream, but couldn't see any signs of possible trouble, gave a mental shrug and walked closer to the ferry, to see what else he could pick up.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 15:52:17</strong>
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				The boy tugging at her hand had not helped their speed at all.&nbsp; She clutched at the bag slung over her shoulder.&nbsp; She'd been halfway to the ferry for a day of foraging across the river when the scamp had all but run into her and dragged her along saying there was trouble at the ferry.<br><br>Once they were within sight, she could see the commotion around the ferry, a small mass of people to one side of the landing.&nbsp; It was always someone or another...what was it now?&nbsp; A sprained ankle, a busted lip?&nbsp; Did the passengers never listen to instructions any more?<br><br>She sighed slightly before walking into the crowd, nudging her way toward the source of the buzz.&nbsp; Looking over at the captain of the ferry she smiled, before kneeling next to the man.&nbsp; "Good morning, Darwin... What happened here?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 14:31:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Some one had thought to place a blanket over the half-drowned man by the time Mira arrived. But no one was doing much of anything at this point, other then stare at the unmoving body. "Not sure if he was on the Ferry or not, but some one pulled him in from overboard. Much longer in the water and he'd be dead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 19:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had seen the commotion happening around the stalls, but decided she didn't want to get into it. Someone noticing her, or something going wrong and she could quite easily end up in jail. Staying where she was, she scooted over a bit, looking curiously at the group, wondering what was happening. She hadn't heard any of the conversation at all, but some of the people who weren't helping, and were near the ferry had begun to talk, allowing her to know what was happening. <em>Maybe...maybe I can see any people...</em> she thought to herself, deciding that she would go over, but not for the reason everyone else was. Walking over to the crowd, going around the outside, looking at almost all of the individuals in the crowd in turn, seeing if they had anything worth taking on them, sizing them up. She spotted someone, possibly a group of people, not many of his types go around these places without a group. But she had been wrong before, as the few inch scar running across her back would have told anyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 19:58:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Korvis pushed his way through the throng, studying what he could see of the figure they'd pulled aboard, then glancing out into the water itself. He shook his head. "Not from the ferry." he said, flicking a hand towards the water. "Current would've carried him past if he'd tried swimming across. Must have gone in upstream somewhere. Any sign of cuts on him, blade work? If there's trouble upstream, best we know about it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 18:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quirrin lay on the deck of the ferry, still breathing but completely out of it. His exhaustion kept him unconscious more than the near-drowning and the knock on the head he'd had, although those didn't help. He had a gash on his forehead and gazed groggily out of his half open eyes, unable to speak. Some druidical attention was certainly in order, but he'd live.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 01:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mira knelt over the man, gentle hands probing at his wounds.&nbsp; "He's breathing,"&nbsp; she murmured.&nbsp; His wounds weren't bad...she could heal them.&nbsp; At least bandage his hurt and they'd heal on their own.<br><br>"Let's see..."&nbsp; she said to herself, rummaging in her bag.&nbsp; She hadn't come prepared for much...just a few things to ease scrapes and bruises.&nbsp; Pulling out the supplies she needed, she made a small poultice of herbs and rubbed the semi-paste on the wound.&nbsp; Carefully, she ripped a section of cloth from the inside of her hem to hold it in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 16:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No sir." he replied, "But if you keep yelling it out like that someone might get curious." he was talking about the way the disguised prince spoke of Brax's intuition. Mathias trusted it a lot further than some people would.<br>He patted the horse and walked over to the stable doors.<br>Looking out he spotted the crowd moving toward the ferry landing.<br>"Squeak," he whispered motioning to the other guard. "Some kind of emergency?" he posed to her.<br><br>Mathias personally thought they should stay away from it. Crowds had people and it was best to stay away from people.<br>He walked back inside the barn prepared to defend if something nasty was coming this way.<br>He wouldn't be caught of guard, he was never caught off guard. Not after the incident with the mage.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 19:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brax moved over to the door and followed his line of sight to the ferry docks.<br><br>"From the look of it, something has happened over by the ferry." She surveyed the assembling crowd and saw that a small circle was gathering around a center of attention, people were bending over or looking downward.&nbsp; She sensed&nbsp; only a bit of curious excitement coming from the folks&nbsp; at the center.<br><br>"Looks to me there's someone down by the ferry.&nbsp; Nothing we should concern ourselves with much--unless of course it will make the ferry late."&nbsp; Brax adds with some amusement.&nbsp; She'd be happy if they never got on the damn thing.&nbsp; Why there wasn't a bridge across this fucking river she'd never understood.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sire, I think there is no harm in moving slowly toward the docks if you wish to...er...shop in the local stalls.&nbsp; Mathias or I can move the horses down into position while one of us walks with you," she said.&nbsp; In no uncertain terms would she let him walk through a crowd without at least one escort.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 15:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The answer to her unspoken question was rather simple. The river was too unpredictable, and too wide, for it to have a bridge built across it in this area. Since there were very few settlements in the region, there was no point building one further downstream, as the fords there were good enough. The Ferry was also the only way to cross for miles around - it would be easier to keep the Ferry on the West side if some one attacked from the East. Far more easier then defending a bridge, and having to provide for a large enough garrison of troops to hold the bridge. So it was also a matter of safety.<br><br>Mathias was right about keeping his voice down, but they had already made sure that there was no one around. The Prince moved to the door and peered down the street, nothing that a small group of people had indeed collected around some one. Since no one was crying murder, he imagined something had happened down by the Ferry. Hopefully nothing too serious. <br><br>"Tis a good idea. Mathias, why don't you take care of the horses and check on the ferry." One thing that was good about Mathias's scarred look is that it kept unwanted attention away, and no one would think to mess with their horses if he was standing by. "Squek and I will venture down the street and check out the wares until it is time to board the ferry." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 17:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mathias slammed his fist over his heart with a small bow. A typical salute. "Yes sir." he reigned in the horses. Taking a moment to check the saddle and tack. He pushed the animals into a lazy trot and left the barn.<br>Skirting the main throng he took a few back ways. The nice thing about small hick towns was you can just head in one direction and reach your destination.<br><br>At the ferry Mathias spotted the source of commotion. A half drowned young person. He couldn't really see due to the small crowd blocking his view but he didn't care. Mathias tethered the horses to a nearby post and surveyed the crowd from under his hood. His cloak thrown back over his shoulder, arms crossed.<br>He was actually so bored he couldn't stand it but orders were orders.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 17:59:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quirrin slowly opened his eyes with a groan.<br><br>Urrrgh, my head, he thought, smiling as he realised the kind healer had attended to him. He unsteadily rose to his feet. He smiled at the woman he assumed had attended to him. "Thanks for that! That was a close one! Where does this ferry go anyway?" he inquired. He stood at the side of the raft, surveying the wide, wild river.<br><br>"Right guys, when we reach the other side, it's my round when the pub's open! Thanks for saving me there!" Quirrin offered, feeling in need of a drink and something to eat. He stood around observing his fellow passengers as he waited for the ferry to set off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 21:18:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What happened you man?" asked Korvis, raising his voice slightly to cut through the hubbub on the ferry. "Is there some trouble upstream? Or did you just have yourself an accident?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 04:42:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fell in the water while fishing," Quirrin grinned sheepishly. "Although I was searching for the nearest town anyway, and seem to have found it. Things seemed quiet upstream when I fell in, but then again I was in the middle of the woods."<br><br>"I'm Quirrin. Is there a good inn on the other side of the river? I'm dying for a drink, a meal and a long sleep. What's this town called anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Into the Wilds]Perrys Ferry - West Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 17:07:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mira smiled at her patient as she straightened.&nbsp; His bouncing back had been a bit disconcerting to her.&nbsp; "Resting might be the order of the day for you, Quirrin... And I recommend a bit of a break from swimming."&nbsp; There was a twinkle of humor in her eyes as she settled her pack again.<br><br>The ferry wouldn't take too long to unload passengers, but the cargo would take a bit more to get everything settled and off.&nbsp; Settling to wait, she lingered close to the landing.
			</dd>
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