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[color=FB6222]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=FB6222]Location:[/color] North Pass
[color=FB6222]Interactions:[/color] Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos]
[color=FB6222]Mentions:[/color] N/A
[color=FB6222]Equipment:[/color] Two hand axes, grappling hook, 20ft of rope, three days worth of water and rations, green cloak and hood, lightweight leather armour, telescope, hunting horn, wooden pickaxe amulet.
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As the pair moved out to follow the trail, Bron couldn't help but keep glancing at the strange rifle that the boy carried. He was familiar with guns, at least the Dwarven kind... but this was nowhere near the realm of something he's seen before. While he usually wasn't one for talking, the Dwarf's curiosity was piqued. [color=FB6222]"That is a strange weapon, boy. The ironmasters back home would give anything to fiddle about with a contraption like that."[/color] He mused, still keeping his eyes on the path ahead. It would seem the ever-dutiful Bron was trying to be somewhat conversational while focusing on the task ahead. Even if Ismael was hoping to create more competition already, he was sure that Annya and Bardulf wasted no time in finding tracks.

Unsure of the human's skill in hunting within the wilds, Bron silently took it upon himself to take lead. Despite having stubbier legs, he was able to keep a rather brisk pace as he stalked the frozen mountainside for prey. He grabbed the haft of one of his axes and pulled it from it's sheathe, aiming to keep it on hand and ready for a quick throw should anything... or anyone... would encroach on the pair.

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[color=8dc73f]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=8dc73f]Location:[/color] Ironhold
[color=8dc73f]Interactions:[/color] Amisra [@Tae], Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Kaleb [@FunnyGuy]
[color=8dc73f]Mentions:[/color] N/A
[color=8dc73f]Equipment:[/color] [url=https://kaermorhenforge.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/witcher-sword-1m.jpg]Bladedancer Sword[/url], Bladedancer leather armour, transmission bracelet, an empty coin pouch.[/center]
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Siv listened to everyone talk and smirked towards Kaleb. [color=8dc73f]"Aww, Annya didn't mention me or the bladedancers even once? I'm hurt!"[/color] He jested, his tone dripping in sarcasm. [color=8dc73f]"And here I thought my reputation wouldn't have been lost on the Royals. Alas, no need to dwell on that. All that's important is that yes. I am part of the Military, and I am [i]very[/i] good at what I do."[/color] The Elf grinned before spinning round to the Amisra and Tanithil.

[color=8dc73f]"You two not wanting a part of this... I can understand it. Find it admirable even. Yet, I don't think this war will afford you that choice. Sooner or later, it's gonna force you to pick a side. Always does."[/color] He forewarned before he heard Kaleb mention where he came from before arriving at Iron Hold.

[color=8dc73f]"NORTH PASS!? How the bloody hell did you end up here then!?"[/color] He yelled before mentally recalling how exactly they would get there back. [color=8dc73f]"Oh... fuck me sideways and call me a Jackalope... the most direct route to get there would be... right bloody through the fuck-off army we're trying to avoid."[/color] He sighed aloud, before noting the same dwarf Kaleb had noticed talking into a transmission bracelet. He pressed down on the bead of his own and tried to transmit a message back to the Sun Elf Military.

[color=8dc73f]"Command, this is Sivaros Talomyr. I need you to deliver a message to Princess Annya immediately. It is of the upmost importance. I repeat, this must reach the Princess as soon as possible. We have a human here in Iron Hold, Kaleb, and he says that the North Pass is no longer safe! The Malthemoorian Army is approaching Iron Hold now!"[/color]