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[h1][color=darkmagenta]Tanithil Malaggar[/color][/h1]
[b]Time:[/b] Afternoon
[b]Location:[/b] Ironhold
[b]Interactions:[/b] Sivaros [@GingerBoi123], Amisra [@Tae], and Kaleb [@FunnyGuy]
[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
30 amas
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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 a growing vein on the side of his brow. However, sensing the lest hostile energies between the two, he lowered his hand and straightened his posture. As he stood up he slung the bag draped over his front side towards Amisra. [color=darkmagenta]"You talk as if you can take on an entire army single-handed. You're good, sweetie but not [b]that[/b] good. Now take your things so my back doesn't give out."[/color] He rolled his shoulder as the light elf spoke to them, almost confirming Tanithil's suspicions. He knew that woman fairly well despite his misgivings for her. She wouldn't be marching on something like Ironhold unless she had the means to rip it from the very mountain it rested in. He turned to Sivaros to address him, still wielding the darkness on his hand, yet not pointedly at him. [color=darkmagenta]"Don't look at me. My 'plan' is to get her and split like a log. I have no intentions of staying here with that crazy bitch running around wreaking havoc. Fuck the Dark Elf Army, fuck Zarra, and fuck this whole war to be honest."[/color] 

He heard another voice trickle into his ear drums, along with a sudden rise in heat. He turned on his heel and saw what looked like a light elf, yet they wielded fire magic as a human would. [color=darkmagenta][i]Well fuck me. The summoning rumors are true and on top of that, one of the bastards is staring us right in the face.[/i][/color] He stepped a few paces out from the other two to properly face the self-proclaimed human who was walking towards them. [color=darkmagenta]"Sorry to say you all have the wrong crowd. We aren't looking for any humans and we [b]certainly[/b] aren't looking for any dark elf generals whom we wish to separate their heads from their bodies."[/color] He glares at Amisra before gesturing towards Kaleb with his shadow gauntlet. [color=darkmagenta]"Whatever business you have with them, count us out. They could all drop dead for all I care, save the few who have the sense to realize this war is stupid as hell. Now, can I help either of you with anything else or are we going to stand around flashing our bits and bobs until we're riddled with holes from dark magic and arrows?"[/color] He stood there, keeping a slight stance about him, but wanting to keep the two lesser-known men guessing what his next move could be. Truth be told, he hardly had an idea what his next move would be himself if things decided to flip upside down.
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