An arrival from abroad (July 13/midnight)

[Redraven]

A boat arrives at the dock. The sails are black and it has three flags flying. The first flag is a octopus devouring a wolf head. The second is the flag of estlemere. The third flag is the symbol of the white Raven alliance. Wild elves can be seen manning the boat.

After the boat docks a single dark elf disembarks the boat. He wears black plate mail emblazoned with a red raven. He carries multiple sheathed blades as he walks toward the town. He calls out to anyone who maybe awake at this hour.

"Is the harbour master up and about at this time of night?"

[Ccompton]

Coming up from below decks a savar in a green and white dress looks over the railings, watching the Drael'Thalan descent the gangplank. With an annoyed twist to her mouth she glances back behind her into the ships depths before shaking her head once and stepping forwards, descending from the ship to dry land. A tan bag with the telltale markings of a physician hang at her side and her paws are covered in tan gloves. As she passes by one of the lanterns casting light into the night her features show plainly, the jaguar coloring slightly faded and marred, her fur matted in places on her head yet eyes clearly moving over everything that lies around her.

"Corvus!" She shouts softly. "Corvus have we reached the Continent? I have need of medical supplies, we are beginning to run low. Even more so if you still insist on this fool's errand on Melinda."

[Redraven]

Corvus replies quickly.

"We have arrived at Duvain. I wouldn't dare land at felnir or tiefanue. One would kill me for existing and the other I felt was prudent not to go to. If the maps are right than this is Ralinwood."

A bit of annoyance creeps into his voice

"Im a free agent besides I have buisness in Melinda. First we find who is in charge than we restock our supplies."

[Ccompton]

Her mouth twisting as the dark elf speaks she mouths the word Felnir softly to herself. At the word supplies she snaps out of her daze and nods firmly. "Yes I would hate to have to start using sea water and the strange things that float up on the waves to treat our sick. I wouldn't mind the experiments mind you but I'd rather those were in a safe secure environment with a patient who knows what they're getting into."

Frowning a moment the savar looks once more at her surroundings. "Ralinwood you said? That would mean we are in or near Duvain I think if Tiki told me aright. These lands and water things are so much more than I could have imagined being a slave in Necris. Well with the Lost One's guidance I'm certain something can be found here I imagine, where there are settlements there are sick and injured. A Wise Woman or Healer may know the local mayor or harbormaster, if none of these houses or warehouses belong to either."

[Redraven]

"I have a few allies here just don't know if any of them are still alive. "

Corvus looks at his surroundings.

"Might need to pick up some alcohol and other necessities while we are here. And then check the skein gate. See if Rishika has sent anything new"

[Ccompton]

Nodding almost absently the savar glances back up to the ship before settling down on a box that is stacked on the dock. Arranging her skirts neatly she removes some bandages from her pack and begins refolding them patiently. "Where there are the living, there is alcohol. Indeed even among some of the Greater Undead there is alcohol." Looking sideways with a schrewd eye at the dark elven man she responds slyly, "And you master Corvus, You i would expect to be able to summon the very liqour from any nearby rock it seems. You surely throw it around freely enough."

[Redraven]

"That's what happens when you can make the best damn drinks in estlemere. And you sell them at a better rate then the ones the merchants gouge people with. And you control the alcohol trade.."

Corvus leans against a wall

"Pity we couldn't track down Domina Vadic"

[Capri Aquari]

Travelling towards the docks holding a large barrel over his shoulder and a dark bottle of some darker brew, Capri makes his way to the shore before spotting the new ship and hearing word of alcohol.
He raises a hand and waves to those nearby and speaks jovial.

"Ay new-folk, Ya'll must be quite the new ones to this here Ralinwood. I welcome ya most smoothly to this radical little town. I be Brewmaster Capri, if ya got a need for some of the finest drinks round then come on by the Tavern. I always enjoy meeting the new arrivals. Shishishi."

[Ccompton]

The jaguar savar cocks a smile at the man's words and opens her mouth to reply when she sees the approaching Orc. With a strangled cry her hand darts into her physicians bag, retrieving a silvery dagger and holding it up defensively towards the greenskin. With a tight voice of warning she calls softly but urgently to the dark elf.

"Corvus there's an Orc! I will not be a Vulkuran slave." The last is half muttered and her skin seems to almost ripple until the Orc's words reach her. Her determined gaze clouds a bit with confusion and her eyes roam over the Brewmaster's attire and position before she stands a bit straighter, dagger moving back to her bag.

[Promises]

Sevatar walks over from the edge of one of the docks at which he had previously been sitting. He is clad in his usual attire - a green robe with a monk-like hood, a plate set of pauldrons with Physignathus symbols on the shoulders, a shield slung over his shoulder with the same emblem prominently displayed on the front and a sword at his side. He has a dragon mark on his cheek.

He comes to stand a few feet away from Java, but beside him, and his gaze locks on the flags of the new ship that arrived.
His gaze eventually lowers back to the two newcomers. "Welcome to Ralinwood. You've come quite a way."