Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-24510587-20190110210555

(Here we go!)

It was getting cloudy and grey as the old ferry boat navigated through the waters between McLeod Island and West Island into Little Playgreen Lake. The ship was just about two thirds into its 25 mile journey to Norway House. Things were getting significantly colder the further they went north, even when Warren’s Landing already was not that warm. Evidently, it had recently snowed, as the banks of the roughly 200 metres wide stretch of river were covered in a layer of white.

Generally speaking, this ferry only carried people who were on North Frontier Company business. There was little other reason to go up there, as after all Norway House was an NFC fort, and unless one was there to deal with them, the North Frontier was a barren wasteland that would not be inviting to anyone. And indeed, even though the NFC did not have any sort of official uniform, here and there there were people with badges and name tags on board, just loitering around and waiting for the ferry to arrive.

The ferry also tended to have some people on board who were new to the North Frontier, here to sign up with the NFC to get a share in the wildly lucrative fur trapping trade. Today, that once again was the case, as an expedition was outbound in a few days, and the NFC was hiring once again...