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[h2][color=#4bbef6] Percyvallus Crowglide [/color][/h2]
[h3][color=#4bbef6] Location - Terreille, Dhemlan Territory, Gates of Ironmawr[/color][/h3]
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Percyvallus cursed under his breath while initially struggling to keep himself on the saddle. [color=#4bbef6]"Easy boy."[/color] He patted the side of the steeds nape to calm it down. For mere moments Percyvallus managed to distract himself with mental cringe at the thought of what Volo might have said if he had seen these events unfolding. In the end it was a only matter of time until find out as he would still have to deal with the aftermath of this.

Hearing the guards behind him, still intent on stopping him, Percyvallus turned his head just so he could see his chasers with corner of his eye. The air around him began vibrating with energy, swirling and twisting, ready to converge on any projectile heading towards his general direction. The craft wasn't powerful enough to outright stop the arrows, however the Intention was only to deflect them away from him and his mount, provided more followed the first one.