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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>After a long preperation the party is set, having had been told what to expect and to do they meeting point was set at the Guards office before Firmaments main gates. Their contact was waiting for them, A lean looking Feline in the guards offical uniform who seemed just a little to impatient for this all to get started.<br> <br>The Coyote makes his way over contact, patting his pockets and nodding. He tugs his coat tighter and grins at the Guard. "I assume you're the one to talk to?" he asks, before looking to his companions for the duration of the mission, looking them over.<br> <br>Kurnoc is already there, waiting with the guard. "This should be easy but... i've learned not to take things at face value.." he says, more to hismelf than the guard. As the others arrive he looks them over carefully, only offering them a simple nod.<br> <br>Iorek slowly wanders his way over to the others, the canine mostly covered in a cloak he has coated in slightly different shades of mud, making it quite rigid but making good camoflague from a distance. He nods to the others, apparently waiting for some direction.<br> <br>The Feline in question studies the three, giving Kurnoc another hard look before shaking his head. "When orders come down from a noble? You can never expect anything to go smoothly. Here I thought I'd have a quiet day." He answers, turning and heading into the guardpost to gather up the bundles given to him with the report. "Alright, from what I've been told you've all recieved orders, not that I've been informed of what they are but they include these." He answers, holding up grey, muted bundles of cloth to each one in turn. "There's a wagon outside waiting to take you towards Ther'ador and Serpents pass. I'd take a look in those bundles while on your trip, There's more then rations in there."<br> <br>"Heyyy, Iorek! Long time no see," the Coyote calls, grinning wide before turning to listen to the Feline. The Freesword blinks, quietly accepting the bundle. He gently hefts the bundle, gauging the weight before looking to the other two with a smirk. "...Sounds like this'll be fun, eh?" he says. His tone may sound joking, but his eyes gleam with excitement. He's expecting the worst, and he's looking forward to it.<br> <br>:kurnoc nods "I know, that damned fox." he sighs and then shoots the peppy coyote a glare. "he decided to gift us, eh? Better be useful.." he mumbles. "Iorek, He mentioned you. something about.. not letting you end up bed ridden?" he shrugs. "How do you two prefer to fight, up close or from a distance?"<br> <br>Iorek shakes his head slighly with a sigh "Yeah, I bet he won't be letting that go anytime soon... But, we should take this serious, they will be dangerous and we will be ounumbered. Personally I prefer that the enemy is down before there is the possibility of a fight, ranged or close up."<br> <br>The Cheetah snorts, shooing them towards the front gate. "Get a move on why don't ya? You're making me have to actually do my job and watch the gates." He comments, only slightly serious before he turns back to the guards barracks. "Try not to get to killed out there, I'd hate to have to deal with an Angry noble storming through the gates." Once the bundles are distributed, it's obvious that it is exactly as the guard said, the bundles are in fact cloaks, the muffled clink of jangling metal obvious when the packages are handled. Outside sits the Wagon just as promised, the driver a bored looking Black Rat. He chews on something as he leans back against the bench seat, spitting tobacco when he finally sees the three. "Ready to get on the road yet eh?"<br> <br>"I'll take my battles either way," the 'peppy' Coyote replies, pulling a hood over his head, shielding most of his face. He rummages through the bundle and shoving the equipment into place. He looks to his companions before climbing into the wagon. "Let's go have some fun," he says, popping his neck.<br> <br>Bazalt nods to the wagon driver. "we're ready to go, Yeah" he hops up and nods to Iorek as he pulls out the rapier and grins. "I prefer to use a bow-but i'm not useless if they get close. but honestly I dont think diplomacy will work in this situation-your welcome to try it but.." he rubs his face and pulls the cloak on, placing his new weapon as his hip. "just be careful.. creators only know what could happen.."<br> <br>Iorek also nods at the driver before climbing on "I don't mean negotiation, I mean incapaciating the threat before they can start a fight. Though I'd rather not kill.<br> <br>The driver gives a nod, turning before snapping the reigns as the wagon protests being forced to move. "Get comfy back there it's a long ride." He shouts back there way as they are off. The Journey is indeed long, having to go through many miles of road along the way. The Rat not truely helping with the time it takes as he remains quiet, keeping his focus on the road and the surrounding area in case bandits decided they were good pickings. It gets obvious as they get closer to the border, the snow falling a good indication as the temperature starts to drop, the driver grabbing his own cold weather gear with a huff. "Shouldn't be to long now."<br> <br>The Coyote keeps himself occupied, going over his equipment, making sure everything's in working condition. He sharpens his blades, holding them up every so often to examine their edges. "So, how you been, Iorek?" he asks the Labrador. "Kept yourself busy?"<br> <br>Iorek putting on his own cloak, getting the fitting just right. "I have been okay, did some scouting to get the lay of the land for this mission. Figured I might gleam something that would help but i'm not sure." He pulls the rapier a few inches from it's scabbard, apparently mesmorised by the detail on the blade as he looks it over.<br> <br>Bazalt Nods slowly "I dislike killing but if we must then... there is no other choice." he also checks his gear-and, despite teh cold weather dosnt seem to mind it all that much, even with his cloak. <br> <br>Soon the cart comes to a stop, the wind picking snow up in its wake as the Rat points towards a passage between two cliffs. "That's Serpents pass, from what I've hard from some of the locals that pass through here there's a small valley in the middle on the way towards Ther'ador. Some bandits have set up camp there, so be careful." He points out for them, giving them a wave as a send off. "Good luck out there. I've been instructed to wait for you three to return, or at least a day." He answers, pulling ou a pipe and giving it a light as he waits for them to depart.<br> <br>Mal nods to the Driver, shoving the last of his throwing knives back into its scabbard before hopping out of the wagon and cracking his knuckles. "Alright, let's move," he says, grinning as he pulls out a dagger and looks around, surveying the scene.<br> <br>Kurnoc hops off teh wagon as then arrive, nodding to the driver. "Thank you for brining us here." "the wolf Rolls his shoulders and streches slightly before starting to move. "you two ready?" he asks, tail flicking ever so slightly. " |
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After a long preperation the party is set, having had been told what to expect and to do they meeting point was set at the Guards office before Firmaments main gates. Their contact was waiting for them, A lean looking Feline in the guards offical uniform who seemed just a little to impatient for this all to get started.
The Coyote makes his way over contact, patting his pockets and nodding. He tugs his coat tighter and grins at the Guard. "I assume you're the one to talk to?" he asks, before looking to his companions for the duration of the mission, looking them over.
Kurnoc is already there, waiting with the guard. "This should be easy but... i've learned not to take things at face value.." he says, more to hismelf than the guard. As the others arrive he looks them over carefully, only offering them a simple nod.
Iorek slowly wanders his way over to the others, the canine mostly covered in a cloak he has coated in slightly different shades of mud, making it quite rigid but making good camoflague from a distance. He nods to the others, apparently waiting for some direction.
The Feline in question studies the three, giving Kurnoc another hard look before shaking his head. "When orders come down from a noble? You can never expect anything to go smoothly. Here I thought I'd have a quiet day." He answers, turning and heading into the guardpost to gather up the bundles given to him with the report. "Alright, from what I've been told you've all recieved orders, not that I've been informed of what they are but they include these." He answers, holding up grey, muted bundles of cloth to each one in turn. "There's a wagon outside waiting to take you towards Ther'ador and Serpents pass. I'd take a look in those bundles while on your trip, There's more then rations in there."
"Heyyy, Iorek! Long time no see," the Coyote calls, grinning wide before turning to listen to the Feline. The Freesword blinks, quietly accepting the bundle. He gently hefts the bundle, gauging the weight before looking to the other two with a smirk. "...Sounds like this'll be fun, eh?" he says. His tone may sound joking, but his eyes gleam with excitement. He's expecting the worst, and he's looking forward to it.
:kurnoc nods "I know, that damned fox." he sighs and then shoots the peppy coyote a glare. "he decided to gift us, eh? Better be useful.." he mumbles. "Iorek, He mentioned you. something about.. not letting you end up bed ridden?" he shrugs. "How do you two prefer to fight, up close or from a distance?"
Iorek shakes his head slighly with a sigh "Yeah, I bet he won't be letting that go anytime soon... But, we should take this serious, they will be dangerous and we will be ounumbered. Personally I prefer that the enemy is down before there is the possibility of a fight, ranged or close up."
The Cheetah snorts, shooing them towards the front gate. "Get a move on why don't ya? You're making me have to actually do my job and watch the gates." He comments, only slightly serious before he turns back to the guards barracks. "Try not to get to killed out there, I'd hate to have to deal with an Angry noble storming through the gates." Once the bundles are distributed, it's obvious that it is exactly as the guard said, the bundles are in fact cloaks, the muffled clink of jangling metal obvious when the packages are handled. Outside sits the Wagon just as promised, the driver a bored looking Black Rat. He chews on something as he leans back against the bench seat, spitting tobacco when he finally sees the three. "Ready to get on the road yet eh?"
"I'll take my battles either way," the 'peppy' Coyote replies, pulling a hood over his head, shielding most of his face. He rummages through the bundle and shoving the equipment into place. He looks to his companions before climbing into the wagon. "Let's go have some fun," he says, popping his neck.
Bazalt nods to the wagon driver. "we're ready to go, Yeah" he hops up and nods to Iorek as he pulls out the rapier and grins. "I prefer to use a bow-but i'm not useless if they get close. but honestly I dont think diplomacy will work in this situation-your welcome to try it but.." he rubs his face and pulls the cloak on, placing his new weapon as his hip. "just be careful.. creators only know what could happen.."
Iorek also nods at the driver before climbing on "I don't mean negotiation, I mean incapaciating the threat before they can start a fight. Though I'd rather not kill.
The driver gives a nod, turning before snapping the reigns as the wagon protests being forced to move. "Get comfy back there it's a long ride." He shouts back there way as they are off. The Journey is indeed long, having to go through many miles of road along the way. The Rat not truely helping with the time it takes as he remains quiet, keeping his focus on the road and the surrounding area in case bandits decided they were good pickings. It gets obvious as they get closer to the border, the snow falling a good indication as the temperature starts to drop, the driver grabbing his own cold weather gear with a huff. "Shouldn't be to long now."
The Coyote keeps himself occupied, going over his equipment, making sure everything's in working condition. He sharpens his blades, holding them up every so often to examine their edges. "So, how you been, Iorek?" he asks the Labrador. "Kept yourself busy?"
Iorek putting on his own cloak, getting the fitting just right. "I have been okay, did some scouting to get the lay of the land for this mission. Figured I might gleam something that would help but i'm not sure." He pulls the rapier a few inches from it's scabbard, apparently mesmorised by the detail on the blade as he looks it over.
Bazalt Nods slowly "I dislike killing but if we must then... there is no other choice." he also checks his gear-and, despite teh cold weather dosnt seem to mind it all that much, even with his cloak.
Soon the cart comes to a stop, the wind picking snow up in its wake as the Rat points towards a passage between two cliffs. "That's Serpents pass, from what I've hard from some of the locals that pass through here there's a small valley in the middle on the way towards Ther'ador. Some bandits have set up camp there, so be careful." He points out for them, giving them a wave as a send off. "Good luck out there. I've been instructed to wait for you three to return, or at least a day." He answers, pulling ou a pipe and giving it a light as he waits for them to depart.
Mal nods to the Driver, shoving the last of his throwing knives back into its scabbard before hopping out of the wagon and cracking his knuckles. "Alright, let's move," he says, grinning as he pulls out a dagger and looks around, surveying the scene.
Kurnoc hops off teh wagon as then arrive, nodding to the driver. "Thank you for brining us here." "the wolf Rolls his shoulders and streches slightly before starting to move. "you two ready?" he asks, tail flicking ever so slightly. "
