Journal Seven
It seems that I wasn't completely alone, and that a few more people were on the wrong side of the river as well. Although I suppose it was only the wrong side of the river if you didn't want to be in Montaigne or its captured territory.
I didn't want to sneak up on them as it really wasn't the place for rational thought. I endeavored to toss a stone to get their attention, but it was answered by a sudden cannon volley as the war began again in earnest. There were five of them, as far as I could tell. The one that stuck out the most was a radiant woman with a sword strapped to her side. Another was a dark haired man for some reason hoisting around a barrel of gunpowder, he too, had a sword, a foil on his waist. Two were off to the side watching the others, one was Eisen, this much I could tell from the presence of Dracheneisen in the form of a panzerhand, injured, his leg splinted and heavily bandaged, another seemed to be dressed the part of a vagabond, with a backpack bulging with all kinds of cookware. The other, a stout fellow with a large sword in evidence and red hair. The gentleman with the gunpowder was flinching as he argued with the woman and the red haired fellow. Who also flinched as well from the occasional cannon fire. Which seemed to be closer than comfort would allow. I approached them as openly as I could, because the absence of either Castillian or Montaigne battle dress, didn't necessarily mean that they had the same dilemma as I, but it seemed a good enough guess. As it turns out they were. Much to my relief. Perhaps my luck had finally returned. The gentleman with the gunpowder, who had been persuaded to put it down later on, introduced himself in Vodacce as one Reynaldo DeRicci, the others were as follows: The vibrant woman was also a Vodacce, a swordswoman, it seems by the name of Sabine DeVallas. The vagabond was an Avalon, named Patrik O'Brien. The red haired fellow, also an Avalon, one William McCormick. The injured Eisen was one Volker Reinhoff, by name. And although it was understood that we needed to get to the other, just as formidable shore, we really didn't know how. I just really didn't fancy swimming.Return to Uncommon Valor