[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#657499]Branna Naves[/color][/h3][hr][sup][i]Lothian Empire: Alymere Fort  ||  Midday[/i][/sup][indent] [/indent][table][row][/row][row][cell]
Though Branna had stayed on her feet the last few days, picking up odd tasks here and there as the little lordling bade, the small tasks didn’t present satisfactory enemy counts. As a result, she’d been forced to start feeding Mors rations on days when missions took too long for her to send him off hunting. Though he was an efficient hunter, he was also a loud one, and it only took a few days for the local wildlife to catch onto his wingbeats above the trees. This was another reason why she preferred to stay on the move, just as it was another reason why she disliked taking long jobs, but her restlessness only served to amp her up for the current battle.

After fidgeting through the lordling’s brief, stroking Mors as she looked between the wyvern and her new compatriots, Branna figured a few things: That there were a few too many stoic faces in the party asking for some hassling, and that she could count on the enemy actually putting up half a fight this time. 

A broad grin broke upon her face as the fort’s sentries began their shouting. The lordling in charge commanded them forward with a dramatic wave of his sword, and that was all the signal Branna needed to urge Mors into the air, coming to a low hover just high enough so she could make out the full perimeter of the wall. It seemed the gates they were looking at weren’t the main gates, which were instead to their left. Urging Mors up again, she made out a few guards at the front of the fort, which saw fewer posts than the gate directly ahead. Interesting, convenient, and exploitable.

[color=#657499]“Low over the forest,”[/color] she croaked, hefting her spear. 

Mors veered towards the forest towards their left, angling downwards as they approached, then rearing back for a dive as they neared. While his wingbeats were audible, his diving wasn’t, which is why hunting people on ground was easier than hunting deer in forests. They left themselves open, looking for an enemy on foot rather than one falling from the sky, and this fact widened Branna’s grin as she angled her spear.

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[color=#657499]Status: [/color]Fine
[color=#657499]Class: [/color]Wyvern Flier
[color=#657499]Exp: [/color]10/80
[color=#657499]Inventory:[/color]
[list][*]Iron Spear (3/3)
[*]Vulnerary (3/3)[/list][hider=Stats]
[indent][color=#657499]END: [/color]D
[color=#657499]STR: [/color]C                         
[color=#657499]MAG: [/color]E
[color=#657499]DEX: [/color]D
[color=#657499]SPD: [/color]C
[color=#657499]DEF: [/color]E
[color=#657499]RES: [/color]E
[color=#657499]LCK: [/color]D[/indent][/hider][hider=Skills]
[list][*]Fortune
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