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[color=FB6222]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=FB6222]Location:[/color] North Pass
[color=FB6222]Interactions:[/color] Annya ([@princess]), Bardulf [@Lava Alckon], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos]
[color=FB6222]Mentions:[/color] N/A
[color=FB6222]Equipment:[/color] Two hand axes, grappling hook, 20ft of rope, three days worth of water and rations, green cloak and hood, lightweight leather armour, telescope, hunting horn, wooden pickaxe amulet.
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The Dwarf listened to the plan of Bardulf, and subsequently Annya's, intently. Bron nodded along with all the points while taking careful mental notes of the planned routes and hunting areas accordingly. Fortunately for Ismael and himself, cold mountain ranges were his specialty along with forests. The Ranger quite fancied their chances truth be told though he certainly didn't show it across his face. His hands gripped the hafts of his axes and pulled them from their leather straps at his hips, nodding for Ismael to follow. [color=FB6222]"Come, boy. Didn't you hear Bardulf. We're to work as a team... though if you wish to make it a competition between us as well, I'd play along."[/color] He commented. It was hard to tell if Bron was joking or not with his usual no-nonsense, almost dour tone of voice.

[color=FB6222]"We should be away soon. As much as this is for fun, we shouldn't be away longer than we need to be."[/color]

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[color=8dc73f]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=8dc73f]Location:[/color] Ironhold
[color=8dc73f]Interactions:[/color] Amisra ([@Tae]), Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Kaleb [@FunnyGuy]
[color=8dc73f]Mentions:[/color] N/A
[color=8dc73f]Equipment:[/color] [url=https://kaermorhenforge.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/witcher-sword-1m.jpg]Bladedancer Sword[/url], Bladedancer leather armour,, transmission bracelet, an empty coin pouch.[/center]
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Sivaros whipped around on his heels as a new voice had entered the conversation, immediately declaring himself the strongest human. That's when the heat hit him... a warmth that dwarfed a summer heatwave of Myriamor in comparison. The Bladedancer's eyes widened in realisation as what the stranger said was half true. This was a human... Here, in Ironhold, with a Malthemoor army about to march upon it's very gates. [color=8dc73f]"No... No, no, no. You shouldn't be here. You [i]can't[/i] be here!"[/color] This development threw everything off-kilter... How'd a human end up her? Weren't they all meant to be with the Princess?

[color=8dc73f]"Calm down, alright? No one here right now is gonna bring harm to you."[/color] The Light Elf would turn back and shoot a look to the pair behind him. [color=8dc73f][i]"Right?"[/i][/color] Siv would swing his blade into a reverse grip as he let out a cautious open hand out to the human. [color=8dc73f]"What is gonna harm you is that big fuck-off army of Dark Elves about to storm this place. So I'm Sivaros, Bladedancer, and these are... Eh, whatever... They're cool. I think? You, mate, I'm gonna need you to cool down a bit, tell me your name, and [i]we'll[/i] help you get to Princess Annya and her retinue... Wherever the hell that is. That clear?[/color]