Mikhail frowned. “You should have killed her by now. Well, if you are feeling up to it show us the way to this captain of yours, Anarawad.” He stood and laid down the map. “I'm going to go steal some more food. Get ready to go, there's adventures to be had.”

Alright, gentlemen I have a couple things I'd like to discuss.

First off, on the boat ride I would like to get a fluid conversation between our characters. It's been a bit difficult with the format of our posts. My idea was that we all get onto chat and dialogue in realtime then have one of us ...

Aw man I would love to be involved but my character is about to sail half a world away and will be there for a few months :/ Also I'm pretty sure he'd get arrested if he stepped foot in Marn.

Mikhail picked up the still bloody “map” and studied it. He was amazed. He'd heard whispers over the years of what life might be like for the peoples of Ayana, but this map showed much more than he had expected. Settlements littered the map as if humanoid life was not only living but thriving in the ...

Mikhail woke up with a jolt, a tormenting dream of his wife breaking his sleep. His back ached from the position he was sleeping in. He looked over at the injured boy. He was still out but breathing steadily. Mikhail figured a quick stretch and some fresh air wouldn't hurt so he stood up and walked ...

Mikhail's eyes widened as he saw Anarawad and Cherish fall to the ground. Christof had already drawn his pistol on the assassin and was checking Anarawad. Mikhail was relieved to hear that the boy was still alive. Christof heaved the boy over his shoulder and started carrying him off the boat making ...

Mikhail rested against the wall of the boat and started feasting on the food that he'd collected from Haustanzer Manor. He thought of a witty quip about how Christof's house was run and inhaled to say it aloud. As he turned, though, he'd realized his companion had taken to rest. Mikhail sighed ...

“Behold! The great fence of Trelham!” Mikhail boasted as they reached Trelham's “walls”. Then he lowered his voice, “do not make fun. They petitioned for twenty years to have it put up.” There was one guard sitting in a chair leaning his head against the five-foot-high fence drowsing off. Mikhail ...

Mikhail’s heart leapt once he realized it was a woman and it stopped when his companions had agreed to bring her along. You must be joking. Fearful thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to think of excuses as to why they should ditch or kill the woman. He was eased at Anarawad’s enthusiasm for ...

My comp bluescreened just as I was about to post, so sorry for late/lazy post. I will do better next time.

Mikhail was enjoying his lessened roll in navigating. He loved exploring the world, but it was easier when he was alone and had no particular destination. He did not enjoy inconveniencing his companions. Now that he didn't have to worry about such things he was relaxing toward the back of the group ...

Mikhail awoke to the smell of food preporation. It must be close to breakfast time. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. He stretched and yawned, then put on his newly acquired clothes. He shuffled down the staircase and toward the dining room. The servants were still busy preparing the food ...

You still with us, Anarawad?

Heard that there was posting issues so just posting to test.

Mikhail breathed a sigh of relief as Annette left the room. Finally he could relax. Now that he was thinking clearly a thought popped into his mind. He dismissed himself and grabbed one of the servants.

“Excuse me, sir,” he began. He then lowered his voice to a whisper. “I have a couple of favors ...