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			<title><![CDATA[Strolling through the Docks  [2:20PM, Feb 3, 2019]]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4809</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2019 19:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=1657">Gyxbei Tydlok</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[A green Haired Gnome wearing a dark blue bandana find himself taking advantage of the rather nice day and walks along the docks looking around seeing the busy work of what ever ships are around. Lazily humming a tune in his head keeping an eye out for anyone looking like they're planning some voyage.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A green Haired Gnome wearing a dark blue bandana find himself taking advantage of the rather nice day and walks along the docks looking around seeing the busy work of what ever ships are around. Lazily humming a tune in his head keeping an eye out for anyone looking like they're planning some voyage.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[An Old Face]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4808</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2019 18:37:13 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=1176">Ingentium Argentus</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[*As the afternoon sea wind blows lazily through the docks a warrior bedecked in worn chain and plate disembarks from a small merchant vessel carrying goods and travelers, his black and blue livery swaying slightly in the salty sea breeze. A obviously well used but maintained shield is strapped to his arm whilst a sword rests at his belt. Looking around, he channels; quickly casting a silvery spell whose energy enfolds the robes beneath his armor which shimmer slightly before dimming back to their previous mundane appearance. He tilts his helmeted head back, his shoulders rise in a long inward sigh before drooping in a resigned posture before hauling a burlap sack over his shoulder and, if not stopped, makes his way into town*<br />
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<br />
(Those able to read magic see glyphs of protection prominently on the warriors shield. Those that recognize the spell cast would see a Mage Robes casting)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[*As the afternoon sea wind blows lazily through the docks a warrior bedecked in worn chain and plate disembarks from a small merchant vessel carrying goods and travelers, his black and blue livery swaying slightly in the salty sea breeze. A obviously well used but maintained shield is strapped to his arm whilst a sword rests at his belt. Looking around, he channels; quickly casting a silvery spell whose energy enfolds the robes beneath his armor which shimmer slightly before dimming back to their previous mundane appearance. He tilts his helmeted head back, his shoulders rise in a long inward sigh before drooping in a resigned posture before hauling a burlap sack over his shoulder and, if not stopped, makes his way into town*<br />
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<br />
(Those able to read magic see glyphs of protection prominently on the warriors shield. Those that recognize the spell cast would see a Mage Robes casting)]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Taking the fight to the Murkers [2:00PM, March 13, 2018]]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4546</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2018 18:08:38 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=1239">Velvet</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[In correlation with recent events [ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/392761837856976/" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">https://www.facebook.com/events/392761837856976/</a> for reference ] <br />
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Warden Velvet can be seen patrolling the docks with the increasing of Murker activity. <br />
Working with whoever wishes to fight them back when they cause trouble. <br />
Working to smash the Murker eggs that wash up along shore as well with hopes to slow the amount that make it on shore. <br />
<br />
Wearing gloves also trying to gather any samples that might be used to help study what might be going on.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[In correlation with recent events [ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/392761837856976/" target="_blank" rel="noopener" class="mycode_url">https://www.facebook.com/events/392761837856976/</a> for reference ] <br />
<br />
Warden Velvet can be seen patrolling the docks with the increasing of Murker activity. <br />
Working with whoever wishes to fight them back when they cause trouble. <br />
Working to smash the Murker eggs that wash up along shore as well with hopes to slow the amount that make it on shore. <br />
<br />
Wearing gloves also trying to gather any samples that might be used to help study what might be going on.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Calming the mind (Oct 14 4:27pm)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4382</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2017 20:35:35 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=826">Harutsuki Saica</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[-out on an open and empty dock. The ring of a blade can be heard if close enough. After some hours the sound stops. He sits and meditates-]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[-out on an open and empty dock. The ring of a blade can be heard if close enough. After some hours the sound stops. He sits and meditates-]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Fishing off the Docks (June 14, 5:40am)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4093</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2017 11:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=1135">Thelonius</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[As dawn settles over the harbour Thelonius lounges on a deck chair stripped down to the waist, his brown hide covered in a patchwork pattern of barely healed scars.  In one hand he holds a fishing rod, and with the other he lifts a bottle of powerful-smelling brown liquor to his lips periodically.  A large grin is plastered across his face, and he appears to enjoying himself immensely as his fishing lure bobs softly in the tide.<br />
<br />
Several empty deck chairs sit next to him.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[As dawn settles over the harbour Thelonius lounges on a deck chair stripped down to the waist, his brown hide covered in a patchwork pattern of barely healed scars.  In one hand he holds a fishing rod, and with the other he lifts a bottle of powerful-smelling brown liquor to his lips periodically.  A large grin is plastered across his face, and he appears to enjoying himself immensely as his fishing lure bobs softly in the tide.<br />
<br />
Several empty deck chairs sit next to him.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Shipping Out  June 11th  830pmish]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4083</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2017 21:13:14 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=91">Gustav Von Schattenkrieger</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[*Drakkon heads down to the docks with a pack on his back and his left arm is held in a manner for Lilith to slip her hand through as they walk along the docks towards a long boat bobbing in the water at the end of one of them.  He is wearing no armour as his weapons and armour are strapped to the pack.  He wears a fresh pair of pants and tunic bearing the crimson skull over crimson swords at the collar on either side of the opening.   His expression is a neutral one with his attention focused straight ahead on the long boat and it's occupants*]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[*Drakkon heads down to the docks with a pack on his back and his left arm is held in a manner for Lilith to slip her hand through as they walk along the docks towards a long boat bobbing in the water at the end of one of them.  He is wearing no armour as his weapons and armour are strapped to the pack.  He wears a fresh pair of pants and tunic bearing the crimson skull over crimson swords at the collar on either side of the opening.   His expression is a neutral one with his attention focused straight ahead on the long boat and it's occupants*]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Wandering docks (June 6 Evening)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=4065</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2017 23:33:35 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=826">Harutsuki Saica</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[-walks around the docks looking at the ships. Eventually coming to an open part were no boat or ship is-<br />
<br />
-sits and lays down, listening to the winds and people around-<br />
<br />
"Hope it does not rain this evening. Yet the clouds are saying otherwise"]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[-walks around the docks looking at the ships. Eventually coming to an open part were no boat or ship is-<br />
<br />
-sits and lays down, listening to the winds and people around-<br />
<br />
"Hope it does not rain this evening. Yet the clouds are saying otherwise"]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Time to re-focus. (May 11, Early evening. 5:21pm)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3993</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2017 21:26:08 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=826">Harutsuki Saica</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[-sitting somewhere on the western side of the docks looking out at the horizon. Writing in one of his books-<br />
<br />
"I have forgotten how calming it was looking out at the ocean. Now to figure out if I can find any information that needs gathering. 6 months in solitude out in the forest may have been too much this time."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[-sitting somewhere on the western side of the docks looking out at the horizon. Writing in one of his books-<br />
<br />
"I have forgotten how calming it was looking out at the ocean. Now to figure out if I can find any information that needs gathering. 6 months in solitude out in the forest may have been too much this time."]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[On Evening Tides   March 6th Early evening]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3912</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2017 23:36:05 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=91">Gustav Von Schattenkrieger</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[*A ship sails into the harbour around dusk and slowly pulls up to the coming to a stop near the end of one of the piers.   A short time later a gangplank is run out and Drakkon can be seen escorting Lilith down it and onto the peer.  Any that approach or are close enough to see can see that he is in an extremely good mood as he turns to face Lilith*<br />
<br />
You, my dear, are a truly amazin' woman.   That trip was exactly what I needed.  I missed goin' there so damned much over the last three years.<br />
<br />
*Leans forward and kisses Lilith before straightening once again*]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[*A ship sails into the harbour around dusk and slowly pulls up to the coming to a stop near the end of one of the piers.   A short time later a gangplank is run out and Drakkon can be seen escorting Lilith down it and onto the peer.  Any that approach or are close enough to see can see that he is in an extremely good mood as he turns to face Lilith*<br />
<br />
You, my dear, are a truly amazin' woman.   That trip was exactly what I needed.  I missed goin' there so damned much over the last three years.<br />
<br />
*Leans forward and kisses Lilith before straightening once again*]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Seeing the Captain [Mar 1, 2:00 PM, 2017]]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3909</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:09:37 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=802">Wizwik</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[-Wizwik is looking around the docks, looking for Swiggins. He easily doesn't look comfortable being on the docks and any time he looks to the water look of fear comes to his face before he has to shake it off as he keeps looking for Swiggins-]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[-Wizwik is looking around the docks, looking for Swiggins. He easily doesn't look comfortable being on the docks and any time he looks to the water look of fear comes to his face before he has to shake it off as he keeps looking for Swiggins-]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Heading Out   Feb. 28th  8am]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3903</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2017 02:20:15 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=91">Gustav Von Schattenkrieger</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[*For any citizens between the cabins and the docks that are awake Drakkon can be seen with Lilith holding his right arm while he carries a decent sized carry bag in his left hand and a smaller pack on his back heading towards the docks*<br />
<br />
Do you always pack this much?<br />
<br />
*Chuckles*]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[*For any citizens between the cabins and the docks that are awake Drakkon can be seen with Lilith holding his right arm while he carries a decent sized carry bag in his left hand and a smaller pack on his back heading towards the docks*<br />
<br />
Do you always pack this much?<br />
<br />
*Chuckles*]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Candles in the Wind [Feb. 10th 6:30pm]]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3864</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2017 23:52:53 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=855">Demetria</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Demetria can be seen by the shoreline. There are a couple torches set up near by that she appears to be lighting small candles with. Each candle has a piece of wood attached to the bottom of it.<br />
<br />
When she finishes lighting one she sets them down by the edge of the water before starting on another one.<br />
<br />
There aren't many. There looks to be no more than 13 candles altogether.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Demetria can be seen by the shoreline. There are a couple torches set up near by that she appears to be lighting small candles with. Each candle has a piece of wood attached to the bottom of it.<br />
<br />
When she finishes lighting one she sets them down by the edge of the water before starting on another one.<br />
<br />
There aren't many. There looks to be no more than 13 candles altogether.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Returning (TS Nov 27 7:30pm)]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3738</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2016 00:43:33 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=64">Aminata Gomorrah</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[*Aminata steps off the <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">LAST CALL </span>escorted by a man and women wearing navy blue hooded caplets wjth gold symbols embroidered on the front and back points. They help her off the ship then walk with her back towards the town. They walk without talking.*]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[*Aminata steps off the <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">LAST CALL </span>escorted by a man and women wearing navy blue hooded caplets wjth gold symbols embroidered on the front and back points. They help her off the ship then walk with her back towards the town. They walk without talking.*]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Strange Ships Arriving ((TS Nov 23, 4:30pm))]]></title>
			<link>http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/showthread.php?tid=3726</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2016 00:56:08 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=931">Ivanna</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*As the light fades from the day, the ships come in closer and closer, moving quickly but not in a hurry. You can see people moving about on the deck, going about their work with the regular haste of deck hands about to make port. The ships do not make any threatening gestures or movements.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*As the ships approach, you can clearly make out dark green and black trim on the riggings, and a dark green and black pennant flying from each of the three masts on each ship. As the galleon gets closer, you see a smaller Duvanian flag tied to the crow’s nest, occasionally flapping in the wind.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*Two carracks on the left come in faster, riggings tightening under what you now hear are shouts from mates. The deck hands scurry around, making ready to dock. The third ship, now clearly recognizable as a galleon, slows its pace, but comes forward. Shadowy holes show on each of its sides, but nothing comes out of the holes.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">---</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*Master Rex waves over a nearby sailor. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">The sailor jumps to his side, nervous clutching the knit cap he was wearing a moment ago*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">"Sailor" Says Master Rex "Take a crew, quietly armed, and take them the end of that dock."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*points to an empty dock*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">"Flag the boat your way. Check them, their papers, whatever they have. Then bring them here, to me. Unarmed. Have a care."</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*The sailor tugs his hair, jams the cap back on his head, and runs off to collect five other men and one small female wood fae. They make it to the empty dock hastily, then wait.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">---</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*The two carracks stop about 200 yards out. You clearly see the names on their sides now: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">THE LAST CALL </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">and </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">LUCKY GAMBLE</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">.  The galleon moves past the two, making its way towards the docks, slowly but resolutely.  It stops within a crossbow’s shot distance of the dock. The name is painted in large, clear lettering on the side:  HERETICAL PROFIT. A few hands come along the side, watching the shore, and a woman with long hair sits in the lookout. Oddly few people are seen otherwise.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">A boat launches from </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">HERETICAL PROFIT</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">. It has four people on it - a person dressed in Duvanian colours, dark blue hooded caplet around his shoulders, the front and back coming to points with small gold symbols reflecting on them; two people that look like deckhands rowing the boat, and a human male, a dark green coat covering him. The boat pulls up the dock where the people are gathered.  A paper is handed up, the human smiles and gestures at something on the docks, then after a moment, the people get out of the boat and are pulled up onto to the dock.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">The human male steps up and you get a clear view of him.  You see a well-dressed human male, an ornate, dark green flowing jacket swirling around well-made boots. Gold tattoos, and some scars.  A tricorn adorns his head and completes the outfit. He gives a wide smile, and appraises the people gathered on the dock. He looks around. The elf steps up behind him. The  rowers stay in the boat, clearly tired.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">--</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*The group of sailors who met the boat guide the two males politely towards Master Rex and Lady Aminata.*</span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*As the light fades from the day, the ships come in closer and closer, moving quickly but not in a hurry. You can see people moving about on the deck, going about their work with the regular haste of deck hands about to make port. The ships do not make any threatening gestures or movements.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*As the ships approach, you can clearly make out dark green and black trim on the riggings, and a dark green and black pennant flying from each of the three masts on each ship. As the galleon gets closer, you see a smaller Duvanian flag tied to the crow’s nest, occasionally flapping in the wind.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*Two carracks on the left come in faster, riggings tightening under what you now hear are shouts from mates. The deck hands scurry around, making ready to dock. The third ship, now clearly recognizable as a galleon, slows its pace, but comes forward. Shadowy holes show on each of its sides, but nothing comes out of the holes.*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">---</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*Master Rex waves over a nearby sailor. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">The sailor jumps to his side, nervous clutching the knit cap he was wearing a moment ago*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">"Sailor" Says Master Rex "Take a crew, quietly armed, and take them the end of that dock."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*points to an empty dock*</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">"Flag the boat your way. Check them, their papers, whatever they have. Then bring them here, to me. Unarmed. Have a care."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*The sailor tugs his hair, jams the cap back on his head, and runs off to collect five other men and one small female wood fae. They make it to the empty dock hastily, then wait.*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">---</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*The two carracks stop about 200 yards out. You clearly see the names on their sides now: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">THE LAST CALL </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">and </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">LUCKY GAMBLE</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">.  The galleon moves past the two, making its way towards the docks, slowly but resolutely.  It stops within a crossbow’s shot distance of the dock. The name is painted in large, clear lettering on the side:  HERETICAL PROFIT. A few hands come along the side, watching the shore, and a woman with long hair sits in the lookout. Oddly few people are seen otherwise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">A boat launches from </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">HERETICAL PROFIT</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">. It has four people on it - a person dressed in Duvanian colours, dark blue hooded caplet around his shoulders, the front and back coming to points with small gold symbols reflecting on them; two people that look like deckhands rowing the boat, and a human male, a dark green coat covering him. The boat pulls up the dock where the people are gathered.  A paper is handed up, the human smiles and gestures at something on the docks, then after a moment, the people get out of the boat and are pulled up onto to the dock.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">The human male steps up and you get a clear view of him.  You see a well-dressed human male, an ornate, dark green flowing jacket swirling around well-made boots. Gold tattoos, and some scars.  A tricorn adorns his head and completes the outfit. He gives a wide smile, and appraises the people gathered on the dock. He looks around. The elf steps up behind him. The  rowers stay in the boat, clearly tired.*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="mycode_font">*The group of sailors who met the boat guide the two males politely towards Master Rex and Lady Aminata.*</span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Strange Ships on the Horizon ((Ts Nov 23, 10am))]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2016 14:58:11 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.underworldralinwood.ca/forums/member.php?action=profile&uid=931">Ivanna</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[*In the distance, people who normally walk the docks see three ship-shaped specks in the distance. It's unusual for this time of year, as the winds have already started to pick up and all ships expected have already docked. The first dock workers who notice the shapes stop and stare, then quietly nudge their companions to take a look. Odd pockets of stillness happen, on dry docks and ships, now empty of cargo and being brought in tightly in preparation for the winter storms. The three unexpected ships loom in the distance, approaching ever closer.*<br />
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*A few older workers go into the administration building. They find Master Rex reviewing the year's cargo records, and with only a few words and a look, Master Rex closes the ledger and follows them to the edge of an unused dock. He stares out over the horizon, watching the ships. As he watches, a young boy, dressed well but for his bare feet runs up behind Master Rex. He squints into the distant sea, a chalk board tucked under his arm.*<br />
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*Master Rex looks down at the boy, then takes up the chalk board. He writes down a few words, then hands the board back to the boy. With one last stare at the ships, the boy takes off running, away from the docks, towards town. Master Rex shakes his head, but continues to stare.*<br />
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*After a few more minutes, shouts are heard from various Mates and captains, harrying the hands back to work. But everyone keeps an eye on the ships, aiming steadily for Ralinwood.*<br />
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*The three ships loom slowly, steadily larger.*]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[*In the distance, people who normally walk the docks see three ship-shaped specks in the distance. It's unusual for this time of year, as the winds have already started to pick up and all ships expected have already docked. The first dock workers who notice the shapes stop and stare, then quietly nudge their companions to take a look. Odd pockets of stillness happen, on dry docks and ships, now empty of cargo and being brought in tightly in preparation for the winter storms. The three unexpected ships loom in the distance, approaching ever closer.*<br />
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*A few older workers go into the administration building. They find Master Rex reviewing the year's cargo records, and with only a few words and a look, Master Rex closes the ledger and follows them to the edge of an unused dock. He stares out over the horizon, watching the ships. As he watches, a young boy, dressed well but for his bare feet runs up behind Master Rex. He squints into the distant sea, a chalk board tucked under his arm.*<br />
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<br />
*Master Rex looks down at the boy, then takes up the chalk board. He writes down a few words, then hands the board back to the boy. With one last stare at the ships, the boy takes off running, away from the docks, towards town. Master Rex shakes his head, but continues to stare.*<br />
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*After a few more minutes, shouts are heard from various Mates and captains, harrying the hands back to work. But everyone keeps an eye on the ships, aiming steadily for Ralinwood.*<br />
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*The three ships loom slowly, steadily larger.*]]></content:encoded>
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