[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]
As Mors got to work with his kill, Branna scanned the battlefield again. The outside of the fort was now clear, the enemy reduced to individual scraps and bodies around the place. A decent number of people had joined her at the front of the castle, and she vaguely wondered about how many people were still with the lordling. Allowing the coin purse to get himself killed before he coughed up was hardly right, even at the beginning of a long and high-stakes job like this one. While time might be saved, they’d already spent several days on this job, and every new one made ditching this one a less worth it.

But, that wasn’t the task at hand. Currently, there was a fort to seize, and when the little archer spoke up first, Branna felt herself grin. So the girl had a voice—a quiet one, yes, but one that didn’t tremble. One day, when the girl had a few more tallies in her headcount, she just might make a strong ally.

Under her, Mors snapped a bone loudly, crunching on it as he stared pointedly at the archer’s horse, who returned his gaze readily. The archer quickly redirected her horse’s attention, and Branna took her lead, patting Mors’ side with a scratchy snicker. In her experience, mounts tended to pick up some of their rider’s traits, so perhaps there was more to the archer than met the eye. 

As for the fort, well, the door was large and the interior would no doubt fit Mors. Comfortably, probably not, but no self-respecting commander would build and rule a small fort. That said, while Mors was no stranger to small spaces, he didn’t like them much. They tended to give him a bit of the ‘cornered animal’ feel, if Branna were to try and describe it, and cornered animals were perfect for the battlefield. There’d be no flying or dodging inside, perhaps, but there would be lots of room for flinging and smashing things into walls. 

Directing a final grin at the other mercenaries, Branna straightened. [color=#657499]“Fort,”[/color] she croaked, looking straight at the structure’s metal-reinforced doors. They were thick, yes, but they were open. 

Mors took off for them on foot, his feet pounding on the ground below as Branna grasped her spear. There was a real battle waiting inside, complete with skilled warriors and a talented commander. Bringing them down, well, didn’t that sound fun.
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[color=#657499]Status: [/color]Scathed
[color=#657499]Class: [/color]Wyvern Flier
[color=#657499]Exp: [/color]40/110
[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][*]Voracity
[*]Fortune
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Heading into the fort and attacking the first target she sees.
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