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[Color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] Afternoon
[Color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ironhold
[Color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Sivaros [@GingerBoi123], Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Amber Eyes [@Tae]
[Color=goldenrod][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Annya [@princess]
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[url=https://imgur.com/nFFwshr] Backpack (top right)[/url]
Elf ears
Adamantine Quarterstaff
Sling
40 balls 
3 lbs of black powder 
[url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/emerald-isles/images/d/d5/Half-Plate.png/revision/latest?cb=20180506075844]Mithral Half-Plate[/url] with Lighting Enchantment 590
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/56/fb/0c/56fb0c36347cd7674c834aea568233e6.png]North Pass Drip[/url]
Zoomies
Teeth Cleanser 
Hair Cleanser 
Hair Softener
Body Cleanser
Armpit Fragrance
Ring of Warmth
3 medium red potions
3 medium blue potions
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The white-hot flames burning off the staff appeared to lose intensity as their stiff upward flow loosened. As if relaxing, Kaleb's conjured fire calmly danced along his staff while the heat emanating from the young man lessened with each word he listened to. In time he would become less hostile compared to his initial address but Kaleb kept stern eyes on his new company.

The dark elven man expressed the desire to avoid most things concerning the war, to include humans. He included his female companion who was silent at first, as her amber irises continued to study the situation

The light elven man was alarmed, concerned by Kaleb's very presence in Ironhold. He wasn't alone in his feelings as the dwarven guards stared in awe with one of them quietly using a transmission bracelet to report to his superiors while attempting to seek out guidance concerning the round-eared being flexing the element of fire like a muscle. The situation appeared to be under control but the capture and questioning of the peculiar group of four was certainly a possible option on the table 

Sivaros 

[color=8dc73f]"What is gonna harm you is that big fuck-off army of Dark Elves about to storm this place. So I'm Sivaros, Bladedancer, and these are... Eh, whatever... They're cool. I think? You, mate, I'm gonna need you to cool down a bit, tell me your name, and [i]we'll[/i] help you get to Princess Annya and her retinue... Wherever the hell that is. That clear?"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“Annya…”[/color] He uttered with wide eyes as his prior objective seemed to slap him square in the face. The dark elven man spoke up again as Sivaros had simply enlisted his help without his say. He both expressed his desire to leave Ironhold and the looming threat outside of its walls. He then addressed his silent female companion who expressed her dissatisfaction in "quelling her vengeful spirit" while sheathing her blades. She had also spoken the dark elven man's name. [color=goldenrod][i]Tanithil.[/i][/color]. His mind captured yet another strange name into his memory bank.

She next attempted to ease Kaleb's conjured flames but she spoke differently than Tanithil. She seemed more open to going out of her way to assist him. Almost as if she was offering a gesture made in good faith… or perhaps it was made for good leverage… Whichever it was, he was somewhat aligned with her thinking, even the mention of not being able to easily convince him. Her next words to Sivaros invoked his own.

Kaleb took a deliberate breath and with it extinguished the flames on his staff while he switched to wielding it in his right hand. He had waited long enough to speak, especially with what he needed to say. 

[color=goldenrod]“Sivaros. Bladedancer? That's a title or rank in the Sun Elf Kingdom military? And you're in the know of Annya's mission…”[/color] Kaleb paused as his eyes briefly looked between Tanithil and the woman. [color=goldenrod]“The name's Kaleb. I ran into dark elves at North Pass where Annya is. They attacked me…”[/color] His eyes averted from them as his brow began to furrow. [color=goldenrod]“But I was teleported [i]here[/i].”[/color] He pointed up at the city with a simple head tilt. [color=goldenrod]“Anyway, you need to contact her or someone in the Kingdom! She needs to know North Pass isn't safe.”[/color] Kaleb had left out details to accommodate a short explanation to Sivaros. He just hoped he had avoided having to make a mad dash for the Ironhold throne with the information.

[color=goldenrod]“And you two…”[/color] His gaze found them again with a tad harsher tone. [color=goldenrod]“You want to leave and go where exactly? And don't just say 'away from here,' we need a plan… and the reason why we're leaving one of the most annoyingly fortified strongholds in Avalia.”[/color] He wasn't quite sold on the idea of leaving Ironhold to find safety elsewhere. Looming threat or not, Kaleb was not of the mind of constantly running from the threat. He may have calmed down some but in his chest, a beating vengeful heart remained.








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