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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 2757796" data-attributes="member: 4151">OOC: Sorry for the delay... The frigid wind knifed through Ongwi's thick furs as he easily outdistanced the Vanir ponies on the treacherous glacier. They had angled to the northeast, toward the stone mountain still looming out of fog of icy dust. A few half understood words from the Umiank scout had pinpointed the Aesir vale in the Pict's mind. His eyes roved the surface of the ice, trying to ignore the bite of cold. He made the vale to his west by northwest, and started angling his stride that way. Looking back, he could just make out Mananga about a hundred paces behind him. Behind the Kushite plodded the indistinct shadows of the Vanir. Ahead lay the unbroken white expanse of glacier. Mananga kept his eyes on the Pict, keeping his pace at a maddening crawl in order to guide the shaggy beasts to their destination. The battle lust had begun to surge at the derisive looks from the men behind him. He had barely contained the urge to push his spear through a few of their throats. Noting that the scout began angling to the west, he made his own adjustment, calling over his shoulder in his native language. Arturio's breath fogged before his face, issuing from the steel helm like a demon. His garron kept pace with the others, riding at the point of the left 'wing' in their formation, though only a Vanir would dare to call this gaggle of jangling, huffing, oversized dogs a formation. The sellsword flexed his fingers in their thick gloves. At Mananga's call, he looked up sharply, thinking they were coming up on their objective.OOC: Spot check for everyone. Roll on invisible castle and include your standard bonus. </blockquote>

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