DMaster: The prince is showing signs of one hell of a hangover.

Vulcuran: VUL: I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality, again, from what we spoke about last night… I will make sure they know and give good word.

DMaster: He smiles and nods. Then the Prince bids you farewell, and wishes nothing but the best to you all.

Vulcuran: Make sure everyone is ready, and geared up.

DMaster: You meet up with Plugr and everyone is ready to roll. Two Del Rosa guards escort you out towards the docks. Partly cloudy and the sun is sitting on the horizon, its a bit windy and a slight chill.

Vulcuran: Be the last on the boat, double checking no one is being left behind.

DMaster: You enter the ship, it is a war galley. That gives you a bit of relief knowing probably no one is going to give you any shit on the way home. Should only be a days sail. The loading plank is pulled, and the ships crew is running around preparing.

Vulcuran: Stay on top, keep close to the captain.

DMaster: DM: Condensing. Everyone is already settled in, and most of them are in the bottom portion of the boat, probably falling back asleep from the last nights events. It takes a bit to get out from the dock area, but once it did, the ship really takes off. Vulcuran stays mostly on deck for a lot of the day, grabbing food and drink when needed. Towards late afternoon, the Captain approaches him.

Vulcuran: VUL: Yes, Captain

DMaster: Captain: M’Lord, looks like we will be in Camerondale by mornings light.

Vulcuran: Smile.
VUL: Excellent.

DMaster: The day goes on. You finally grow weary and take a long nap. He then heads up on the deck again, but it’s night and you can see lights in the distance, the temp is dropping, and you notice the wind is very brisk.

Vulcuran: I will stay on the deck. we must be close to home

DMaster: Krinus comes up to you.
KRI:Look, it’s Port Wakerly! Oh we are almost home M’lord!

Vulcuran: VUL: That we are.

DMaster: Port Wakerly comes to you like a godsend, The last large port city before Camerondale. It’s only a few hours ship ride from the Common docks. It is chilly. but its not that bad it’s about 50 degrees, light wind… cloudy skies. The Duke falls asleep against a bag of grain. The boat had a big jerk (and it wasn’t Vulcuran) and it woke up the Duke.

DMaster: CAP: docked at Camerondale Common docks!
The captain says, shaking the duke a bit.

DMaster: Everyone is getting up now

Vulcuran: VUL: Captain, get the people from below. Alert everyone we are docked.
I will wait until the plank is lowered so we can get off the boat.

DMaster: the plank is there and a few Camerondale Guards await your exit

Vulcuran: I will get off the ship

DMaster: GUARD: Welcome Home, M’Lord
Its mostly cloudy, and chilly… with a slight breeze.

Vulcuran: VUL: Guard.
Nod my head.

DMaster: ahh you’re on solid ground, and your home. Everyone is getting off the boat now… the girls are looking around in amazement, the size of the city. Plugr walks over to you and gives you a big hug.

Vulcuran: VUL: Knight.

DMaster: He doesn’t care your tone. He keeps hugging.

Vulcuran: Smile real big and give him a hug back. Grab his shoulders, look at him.
VUL: Plugr, my Knight. My friend. Thank you. Thank you for all you have done, and we would not be here without you.

DMaster: He smiles, nods in acknowledgement and respect. He walks a bit away, grabs Victoria’s hand and walk a bit away to talk with her.

Vulcuran: VUL: Guards, take these people to a holding area.
Pointing at the Pirates and the females.
VUL: Report back to me when they are settled in.

DMaster: Plugr is talking with Victoria, and after a few, the guards gather her up too. The guards start marching them towards a location deeper into the city. Krinus and the other guards on the boat keep the women in line. They are not resisting, they don’t know whats going on. You walk through town, its 6 in the morning…

Vulcuran: Once that is settled, I will head for the Castle.

DMaster: You make it through, takes a good 15 minutes to reach the Castle. You get to the walled area and you go through the other checkpoint. You head up the path towards the castle

Vulcuran: Keep moving along.

DMaster: You get to the castle. The guards nod and open the doors and head into the entryway.

Vulcuran: Look around, make a decision to go to my room, or wait.

DMaster: You glance over and the King is scuttling through the hallway and enters into the entryway.

Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord.

DMaster: JER: VULC! By Animax you’re still in one piece!
He has this big smile on his face, walking to you.

Vulcuran: VUL: In a matter of speaking.

DMaster: JER: I don’t think I could of handled losing you, my Duke.

Vulcuran: VUL: why what did you think happened to me?
Walk to the King.

DMaster: JER: A week journey, ends up being 2 – 2 1/2 weeks?
He gives you a hug.

Vulcuran: VUL: I will tell you all about it later.
Hug back, smile.
VUL: We have matters to attend too. Prisoners and such.

DMaster: He nods, looking at some guards coming in and he meets up with Plugr. A hearty warriors handshake. Then the King looks back to you
JER: Go get cleaned up, then join me for some breakfast, then we shall deal with the prisoners. Come. Walk with me.

Vulcuran: Nod and smile. Head over to him and walk. Once we get to the Kitchen.
VUL: Give me a moment, M’Lord, I would like to change into something a bit more… official.

DMaster: He nods and sits at a table, rubbing his hands together as a steaming plate of eggs and bacon is coming out.

Vulcuran: I will go and quickly bathe, shit, shave and jump into an official duke outfit.

DMaster: You head back, and sit. The king is sitting alone, just about done with breakfast. A satisfied happy look on his face, he downs a good gulp of bean water.

Vulcuran: Sit and eat.

DMaster: You eat, and it is excellent. You talk a little about the journey, but mostly general things and keeping out the poking of a certain witch. The King excuses himself and heads for his room to change. In the meantime you are finishing up and a few people swing by and welcome you back.

Vulcuran: Finish and head for the throne room.

DMaster: To your surprise the prisoners were already there. All the women are in the far NW corner, and Plugr stands around them with Vicky, they are all watching.
JER: Plugr. Can you get with your Knights please.
PLUG: Umm, M’Lord, I would like too…
A look from the King makes him stop, mid sentence.
PLUG: Yes, M’Lord.
He looks at Vicky who looks like she is going to pass out. Before he leaves he looks back to you, with a pleading look.

Vulcuran: Walk to the King, give Plugr a look, smile and a nod.
VUL: So how should we do this?
Giving a look over the somewhat large group.

DMaster: He has one of his scribes with him.
JER: We will take roll call. Then I will have to make a decision between the holding area or Barons House.
He looks at you, and nods.
JER: Guard, please bring the first one.

Vulcuran: VUL: Understood.
Stand next to the King, hands behind my back, keeping a blank look.

DMaster: The first four come to the throne, all men, the standing King and yourself are quite intimidating. The King leans and says something after each one and the Scribe takes notes. Then, after a few women, Victoria walks up. Wide eyed and very nervous, looking about the huge room that is ornately decorated.

Vulcuran: After having a blank look, I will then look down on her turn my eyes to a slits, a little, raise an eye brow.

DMaster: She notices and blood drains from her face, she takes a hard swallow and looks away.

Vulcuran: Lean into the King, say very quiet.
VUL: A healer. Natural. Saved my ass a few times, as well as some of our men.

DMaster: The King nods,
JER: Oh? Really?
He looks at the woman, who looks like she is going to puke.
JER: You are a healer. You assisted greatly in the journey home?
She looks up meekly, just waiting for the next shoe to fall. That she threatened the Dukes life, she is a wild and insubordinate person. It never came.
JER: I hope to speak with you more, ummm…
Looks at the paper the scribe had,
JER: Victoria. You can go to the Baron House now.
The Barons house is going to be a make shift, simple holding area that is comfortable. Not a jail though. Her eyes wide she nods, and starts to walk with a guard. She glances up to you.

Vulcuran: I will look at her in the corner of my eye, smile softly, and wink to her.

DMaster: Victoria just follows the guard, completely confused and still befuddled. It takes another 30 or so minutes to get through the rest. Most of them are sent to the Barons House, but the men and a few women get sent back to the holding facility.

Vulcuran: VUL: I suggest a meeting this afternoon to review everything. Might we have Plugr there as well?

DMaster: JER: Agreed. Go rest for a while, you have been through a lot. We will have to meet with these refugees personally and figure out if they are cut out to live in Camerondale or not.

Vulcuran: VUL: Understood. Thank you my King.
Bow a bit and leave, head for my room. Just get in pants and lay down in bed.

DMaster: It feels so good. So good. You roll over and fall fast asleep. A knock on your door rouses you.

Vulcuran: Get up and answer the door.

DMaster: It is a guard.
GUARD: The King wishes for your presence in the throne room

Vulcuran: Nod to him, close the door. Get dressed, fix my hair and head to the throne room.

DMaster: The King is there with scrolls and such sprawled across the table. He is looking down, hand on his chin, in deep thought. He glances over.
JER: These woman are a bit of an anomaly for me.

Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord?
Walk over to the table, look.

DMaster: The scrolls have names, with ages and what appears to be skills and such. The King looks down, shaking his head.
JER: They were family with these pirates. But they never took part in the acts. Almost like innocent by-standers.

Vulcuran: Frown a bit.
VUL: Yes. But they knew what was going on, I traveled with these woman for 2 weeks, and they are not dumb. I also have a bit of worry in regards to retaliation. Holding grudges.

DMaster: The King nods his head.
JER: Aye. That thought crossed my mind too.
He turns, puts his arm around your shoulder.
JER: Go and tell them they are safe for now, that we have to figure out what the next step is…

Vulcuran: VUL: Aye, will do Sire.
Head for the back doors, and to the Barons House. Find a guard and tell them to alert the Kitchens to make some extra food for 20 people, get some servants to brings pitchers of water and juices. Along with mugs and such. Finish out requesting bathroom products for them to bathe with.

DMaster: You finish with the guard and then walk into the house. You walk into some arguments, talking and a lot of uncertainty.

Vulcuran: VUL: Excuse me?
Stand there giving them a look over.

DMaster: The room grows quiet, they look to you. About 18 women, most somewhat frantic, taking deep breaths.

Vulcuran: VUL: Relax. You are safe here. We will have food and drink to be delivered. The baths will open up for you as well to clean. It might be some time before we can come to a conclusion as to your future here.
Look them over and nod. Turn and walk away.

DMaster: Your arm gets grabbed.

Vulcuran: Wheel around with my eyes turning to slits.

DMaster: It is Victoria.
VIC: What did you tell the King?
She says quietly but with a hiss. Her brow furried.

Vulcuran: Just look down on her, take my arm back calmly. Stare.

DMaster: She gives you an angry look
VIC: Really?

Vulcuran: Look up and around, then back to her.
VUL: If you must know, I said you are a healer and was vital to our success in returning to Camerondale.

DMaster: Her eyes grow, she tilts her head in almost a disbelief.
VIC: I don’t believe you, I don’t.

Vulcuran: Put my hand up.
VUL: That, unfortunately does not concern me. I told him what was true. If you can’t accept that… then maybe that is something you have to deal with. Perhaps?
Give her another look, raise an eyebrow.

DMaster: Being talked down to was not something she liked, but she could not argue with this man right now. He might of saved her ass from getting thrown in jail or worse. She nods and turns back.

Vulcuran: Leave the house head back into the throne room.

DMaster: JER: I must go visit Miss Nanny Dillingham, for the morning, and I will return this afternoon. Then we will catch up on things
He shakes his head a bit.
JER: Someone made an attempt on her life last week, and she demands something be done about it

Vulcuran: Nod my head, bow a bit. I will go to my room and write in my journal for awhile

DMaster: He heads out with a few guards. You get to your room, and remember your journal is at the bottom of the Othellian sea. You go to the royal store locks and grab another blank book, quill and ink. Go back to your room and start to write. A knock on your door.

Vulcuran: Answer it

DMaster: Plugr stands there, staring at you.

Vulcuran: VUL: Knight.
Turn my arm to let him in the room.

DMaster: He just puts out his hand and you two warrior hand shake.
PLUG: Thank you my friend.

Vulcuran: Furry my brow.
VUL: Thank me? What for, if I may ask?

DMaster: PLUG: Victoria. She threatened your life a few times. You could of buried her here. It was in your right.

Vulcuran: Look down. Take a deep breath.
VUL: She even attacked me with a knife.
Give him a look.

DMaster: His eyes bulge.
PLUG: M’Lord… I…
He gives you a look of despair.

Vulcuran: VUL: Plugr. Her family was killed. Her life turned upside down. I was the head of this nightmare that was cast upon her. I think, I might of lashed out much in the same way if I was in her position. She has a good heart… no one will ever know about that. But her decision making could be better.
Looking at him smiling.

DMaster: He nods, then looks at you.
PLUG: Her decision making?

Vulcuran: Nod back at him.
VUL: She likes you for some reason…
Smirk.