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Mira glances at her companions—Purrlock chatting up to Savan, Yohann keeping watch, Katniss as usual tucked away in her tent. "We’ve got strength, sure. But it’s not just about winning. We came here to prove that outsiders can honor Ulfen tradition without mocking it. Every step, every trial, we show respect. That’s why we're here." she says proudly...
Mira grips one of the long poles, fog curling around her boots as she steps to the river’s edge. She plants the pole firmly into the frozen bank, as she channels her strength into the vault. With a sharp exhale, she drives upward, the pole bending under her weight before springing her across the rushing water. "Go..go power rangers ..."she calls out with a grin,
Mira crouches low near the carcass, brushing frost from the torn hide. Her eyes flick to the bear tracks Yohann found, then back to the ragged wounds. "These prints are big… too big to ignore. But Savan’s right—why leave the kill behind? A bear drags its prey. This feels wrong. Something else is at play." as she analyzes the carcass and determine if the wounds match a bear—or something else.
Mira steps forward her gaze sharpens, scanning the caribou for the subtle glint of metal.
Mira squints, but the herd shifts and the faint sound of bells is swallowed by the wind. She frowns, frustration flickering across her face. “No clear sight… the wind drowns it out. Someone else should try.” her pulse quickens as she retreats a step, steadying herself before rejoining the group’s watchful line.
Mira stirs at Dahila’s shout,blinking against the cold air seeping into the tent. She sits up, tightens her cloak, and reaches for the bandanas stepping outside, she squints at the fresh layer of snow. The wind is light, the drifts uneven, the ground soft in places. She crouches, touching the surface with the back of her hand. “Snow’s shallow but tricky,” she says quietly. “let's be carefull around the softer spots.” guiding the group through the snowy trail.
Mira simply accepts the blue bandana with a quiet nod, her gaze following Savan as he explains. Her eyes move from bandana to teammate, noting who picks which color, how they tie it, how it shifts against their gear.
Seeing their campsite in disarray, Mira pauses, her brows lifting slightly. “Oh… they really took everything apart.” She kneels beside one of the tent frames, fingertips brushing over the loosened knots and scattered metal pins. Her blue-fletched arrows shift softly as she leans in to inspect the damage. “I can try to fix the fastenings… I’ve handled traps and locks before. This is similar.” Mira rolls up her sleeves, taking a deep breath as she focuses on the knots, clasps, and delicate pieces of the tent
Mira watches as Katnis studies the compass and points out the direction toward the next checkpoint.
Her blue-fletched arrows sway gently as she crouches low, brushing aside a thin layer of ice. “Let's double-check the ground… just to be sure,” she says softly. She step right behind Katnis, keeping her gaze sharp on the path ahead.
Mira brushes her fingers over the whistle in the starter pack, then looks toward the merchants’ stalls. "Three hours until the race begins… the air already feels heavy with expectation." she whispers... Her gaze shifts to her companions, lingering briefly on Katniss’s quiet watchfulness and Purrlock’s curious energy. "I'll buy winter clothes, a tent, hatchet and rope first. Those will keep us safe." moving toward the merchant stalls, her bow slung across her shoulder. She inspects the winter clothes first—thick cloaks, fur‑lined boots, and sturdy gloves. She picks out a set that looks durable but light enough for travel then secure other items on the list.
Mira listens to the Venture-Captain’s words, nodding thoughtfully. She adjusts her pack again. She moves toward the sleigh, keeping a respectful distance from the Ulfen teams. Her eyes sweep over the gathered groups, studying their movements and readiness without saying a word. Ever observant, she takes in every detail. Finding a spot at the edge of the bench, Mira settles in. She offers a small, polite smile toward Katniss and Savan in quiet acknowledgment. “Sounds like we’ll be dealing with wild weather more than wild beasts,” she says softly.
Mira nods, understanding that this is a race and not a fight. After picking up the provisions, she adjusts her pack over her shoulder. Before stepping out, she pauses and thinks back on what she knows about local groups and this event.
She lowers her voice.
The cold air of the Land of the Linnorm Kings bit sharply, but Mira welcomed it with quiet confidence. She tied her traveling pony at the stable and scanned the lodge and its surroundings, noting guards and paths with practiced eyes. Clad in practical greens and browns, her quiver of bright blue-fletched arrows and well-worn shortbow marked her unmistakably—she was the ranger known as Blue Arrow. Carrying her Pathfinder summons, Mira entered, placing her pack by the door, her gaze falls to the others... "I am Mira, I am here for the mission.”
Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay. It’s been almost three years since my last Play-by-Post game, so I’m a bit rusty. Big thanks to GM Chadius for the invite! I’m not an expert—just getting back into the playing—so please be patient with me as I figure out how everything works. Excited to play with all of you! |
