[table= //////= EXIT'S POST DESIGN v5 =\\\\\\][row][sub][h1][right][sub][sub][sub][sub][sup][color=2e2c2c]_[/color][/sup][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/right][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][img=/// TOPIMAGE \\\]https://i.imgur.com/w26oQmc.png[/img][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][sub][color=8a7866][sub][sub][color=2e2c2c][sub]...[/sub][/color][sup][b]▇▇▇[/b][/sup][/sub][/sub][color=2e2c2c]_[/color][sub][color=a96b60]AVITI YGNIS[/color][/sub][sub][sub][color=2e2c2c]__[/color][sup][b]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/b][/sup][/sub][/sub][/color][/sub][center][sup][sub][sup][sub][color=555555][color=9bbac7]& Illaria[color=2e2c2c]----------------‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [/color][/color][/color][/sub][/sup][/sub][/sup][/center][/h1][/sub][/row][row][cell][sup][center][b][color=8a7866][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][sup][h2][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h2][/sup][/color][/b][/center][/sup][/cell][cell][color=888888][color=2e2c2c]_[/color] [sub][color=#585467]"Nika!"[/color][/sub] [color=a96b60]”You said we needed skilled fighters. Maybe this is them?”[/color] Aviti inquired. She turned toward her companion, only to find Illaria’s face once again covered in a fresh layer of tossed snow. As unfortunate as it may have been for the woman, Aviti found Brigette’s parting gift rather amusing and was having difficulty stifling the giggle that curled the edge of her lip. For a mercy, Illaria could not see regardless, and by the time she’d wiped her face, Aviti had already fixed hers. [sub][color=#826f1d]"Fucking mutt, get off!"[/color][/sub] Illaria spit out a mouthful of half-melted ice from between her lips before answering her curious ward. [color=9bbac7]”I also said that we must not draw attention to ourselves. Travelling with [i]the[/i] lady of the North would invite [i]all[/i] eyes upon us,”[/color] she replied somewhat hushed. Her stern words barely carried over the nearby sound of striking steel and thrown aura, but the implications were clear and not just from Illaria’s wise council. They had barely, accidentally, stepped within Brigette’s orbit and had already found themselves in the middle of a fight. And this was a real threat. Not the opportunistic thief Aviti was constantly finding herself at the mercy of. [sub][color=#655352]"Somethin's strange w'this one. This bastard doesn't bleed!"[/color][/sub] Aviti, however, gave her a look and nodded toward the skirmish. Outside their now inadequate cover and on the far side of the road were all of Brigette’s men locked in combat with their aggressors. It was easy to tell, with one of the mage-knights dead and another mage-knight’s magic having been so quickly disrupted, that the fight was not in their favor. [color=a96b60]”They’ve already seen us and the fights soon to be over. Would it not be in our best interest to gain favor with the Fenris woman before she finds reason to question us without it?”[/color] [color=9bbac7]”You are not wrong. She [i]has[/i] already seen us and she’s not like to forget it easily.”[/color] [color=a96b60]”Lend her your dagger, Illaria.”[/color] Illaria sighed. [color=9bbac7]”As you wish, Lady Avi.”[/color] [sub][color=#655352]"All yours, Brig!"[/color][/sub] WIth little hesitation she burst from the snow, though her exit was less graceful than that of Brigette’s. Unlike many in the fight, she was not native to the North. She did not move through snow with a natural lithe that she could take advantage of nor could she adequately use the surrounding terrain to mask her movement. She was, however, well trained in keeping as small a footprint as possible when moving swiftly. So while she was at a disadvantage in the snow, she could remain somewhat inconspicuous as she moved. She was also trained to choose amongst many targets, the one she could take down the quickest or the one with whom she could leverage the greatest advantage. The other mage-knights seemed tied up with fighters that were more or less their better, save for one. Illaria flitted over ice and dirt, running with the wind on her back and with a step that remained light so as to make the least amount of noise as possible. She kept low and carved a path that saw her dash behind the knight facing off with Eirún, quick enough that even if he’d noticed her on approach, he would be too late to react. There was a glint of light as the blade in her hand hit the sun just before it disappeared behind the man’s leg and reappeared on the other side, drawing what looked like a thin red line in the air like a string. Blood splattered the snow and turned to red mist like a hot breath and Illaria slid out of the way, leaving little behind but her blood offering to the North and a plume of disturbed snow. The mage-knight’s reaction was more physical than audible. Not just because he was attacked but because he was attacked twice. His eyes widened as a bolt found purchase in his flesh [i]and[/i] when pain tore through the back of his ankle and then shot up his legs, which buckled involuntarily. His knees folded, his guard dropped and a window opened up for what was certain to Illaria to be a final, fatal strike from a certain dancing assassin. [color=6ecff6]"What in the hells...? KEEP ONE ALIVE FOR QUESTIONING! THEY'RE REANIMATING THE DEAD!"[/color] [color=9bbac7][i]...Or maybe not so fatal...[/i][/color] [sub][color=2e2c2c]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/color][/sub] [/color][/cell][cell][img=//////SIDE IMAGE HERE\\\\\\]https://i.imgur.com/bOkeUV7.png[/img] [color=303030][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][sub][color=white]Interactions.[/color] 13org & Theyra [color=white]Summary.[/color] Aviti convinces Illaria the importance of joining the fight. Illaria reluctantly agrees and attacks the mage-knight fighting Eirún, cutting his ankles, bringing him to his knees and opening him up to a follow up attack. [color=white]Links.[/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/07/a9/5c/07a95c958db149b3e3d1b092e071fe93.jpg][color=303030]Aviti current attire.[/color][/url] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/1200x/a8/ee/51/a8ee5155929a3c56a9bf3d9c39e2f352.jpg][color=303030]Illaria current attire.[/color][/url] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5644885][color=303030]Character Sheet.[/color][/url] [color=666666]____________________________[sub]....[sup]......[/sup][/sub][/color][/sub][/cell][/row][/table][/color] [color=2e2c2c]_ _[/color][/cell][/row][/table]