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[h1][color=darkmagenta]Tanithil Malaggar[/color][/h1]
[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Location:[/b] Ironhold gates
[b]Interactions:[/b] Sivaros [@GingerBoi123] and Amisra [@Tae]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[url=https://dnd-wiki.org/w/images/7/7b/Black_Rogue_Armor.jpg]Leather armor[/url], and two backpacks.
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Blanket
3 days of rations (roughly)
First aid kit
Change of clothes
Waterskin
Tinderbox
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[hider=Amisra’s bag]
Rolled up Tent
3 days of rations (roughly)
Small dagger with purple hilt (gift she doesn’t know about)
Waterskin
Tinderbox
20 ft of rope
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Tanithil felt the cold wind rushing against his face as his wings continued to carry him over the city. Luckily with the cover of darkness, the natural sources of light from the city below barely illuminated him, if at all. A few scared children or sharp eyes is about all the attention he would garner. He scanned from above to see if he could possibly find Amisra, but with how high he was his vision proved to be insufficient. He only hoped he would make it to the gates before her. Calculations began wracking his mind as he thought about her travel time, how long she'd been running, if she'd take breaks, if he would be fortuitous enough to have someone stop her mid-sprint for a moment. Many factors to consider as he sped towards the gates. The light of day bled in through the hollowed-mountain face, and through its massive gates Tanithil could see the cloaked figure of Amisra running through the crowds, a dead sprint quickly becoming a more focused trot as she weaved around crowds of people making their way in and out of the city.

[color=darkmagenta]"At least she is [b]trying[/b] to be discrete."[/color] He spoke softly against the whistling winds. He followed her as closely as he could without gaining attention, swooping below the top of the arch that was the main entrance. He waited until she made a break towards what he believed was the direction of the dark elf army. He gazed along the horizon and could not make out any obvious bodies at a glance, but still opted to begin his descent to stop her from going any closer. As he tucked his wings and let gravity and velocity control the major portions of his fall, he noticed another figure step deliberately in front of her. He groaned as he saw their attention was clearly on her, and she would likely cut him down where he stood if she felt it necessary. [color=darkmagenta][i]You better not...[/i][/color] He thought to himself, as if to telepathically speak to her.

The distance between them closed rapidly, and he flipped his body so that his feet were facing the ground and his wings fanned out to slow his descent. He clapped his hands together and two dark-purple blobs of darkness formed around his legs and feet, bracing his lower body for the slight impact he would have upon reaching the ground. A hundred meters became 50, then 20, then 10, his feet hit the ground at an angle, sliding and kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt as he swung his body in between the two elves. One hand outstretched towards Amisra, the other forming a claw as his wings dissolved and crawled along his arm to form a shadowy gauntlet around his hand. His fingers became much more dangerous as the shadows crested to the tips of his digits and coming to a point, ready to strike at a moment's notice as Tanithil took notice of the situation. He would certainly look quite distinguished and likely threatening if not for the two large and bulky bags that were draped over his front and back.

[color=darkmagenta]"Nobody move or do anything crazy."[/color] His eyes stay locked onto the light elf, wanting to make sure he didn't make any suddenly hostile moves towards them. His mouth however, addressed his friend in a slightly aggravated tone. [color=darkmagenta]"Mind explaining to me what the hell you're on about? If you think you can do what I think you're trying to do, you're not only suicidal but you're nuts. Today is [b]not[/b] the day to be the hero."[/color]
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