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The two mounted warriors made their decent down the hill side, Sir Jon and his warhorse Chuck in the lead. The heavy foot falls of hooves on sloped terrain and the clatter of armor and arms would echo through the forest trees. In return, The two would hear the panicked voices of their would be...

Jon hoisted himself effortlessly up onto his saddle, reaching backwards to his saddle bag and pulling out his hounskull styled bascinet. He secured the helmet onto his head, lifting the klapvisor up so he could have full view for now. They were not in combat at that point in time and Jon did not...

Jon gave an amused grin as Roan went on pecking flaws into an assumed course of action. No, Roan was no mind reader, just been around Jon long enough to know his thought process. "Such a negative twat aren't ya? See, your plan of attack has us twiddling our thumbs up here till nightfall with the...

"Aye" Sir Jon acknowledged the sell sword's assessment as he himself strained his own eyes down towards the camp. It had been long proven, much to Jon's dismay, that his own eye sight was not to task at such ranges. He could make out the camp and bodies moving and confirm that there was six out...

Jon Horn Biographical information Birthplace Alliria Born Died Age 38 Home N/A Physical description Race Hum...

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