The Trenches While not much one for snow, Zevran has dressed for the occasion. Bound in white from head to toe in white, bundled against the chill and using every last inch of his Crow and Kestrel training to slip from drift to drift, moving silently as he seeks out and tackles targets.
Who is that behind you? Nothing? From the right a wh-paff of snow, from above? A ninja elf!
PARKOUR Walls of ice are no match for a master assassin. Zevran slinks and climbs, vaulting from point to point until he is inside the fort. Who's aiming to grab as many of the large, fluttering flags as possible? This elf. This elf is. Is there a sound of a footstep when you are alone? Is there a shadow that seems out of place-
Wait where did the flag go?
Scaling the wall to flip back over with the brightly colored fabric in hand is Zevran- will you give chase or pelt him with snow until he stumbles?
Zevran | Team Apricot | OTA
While not much one for snow, Zevran has dressed for the occasion. Bound in white from head to toe in white, bundled against the chill and using every last inch of his Crow and Kestrel training to slip from drift to drift, moving silently as he seeks out and tackles targets.
Who is that behind you? Nothing? From the right a wh-paff of snow, from above? A ninja elf!
PARKOUR
Walls of ice are no match for a master assassin. Zevran slinks and climbs, vaulting from point to point until he is inside the fort. Who's aiming to grab as many of the large, fluttering flags as possible? This elf. This elf is. Is there a sound of a footstep when you are alone? Is there a shadow that seems out of place-
Wait where did the flag go?
Scaling the wall to flip back over with the brightly colored fabric in hand is Zevran- will you give chase or pelt him with snow until he stumbles?
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