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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 17, 2016 19:29:25 GMT
Wynnter Jora was named the Sheriff of the Verdant. She built a manse in the style of the Elven Kingdom she was born in. She has several offices in the front that she uses for her duties, and has had two cells built under the front of the manse. The back is used for her families residence. She has several children, and a couple of servants who all reside in the large manse.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 17:24:04 GMT
Andraste sat with her mother in the parlour. They had spent a wakeful night together, praying before the revels. It was a tradition they followed, every year. She wore her festive best, a silk tunic and breeches. It was dawn now and breakfast had just been dished up. Andraste was ravenous.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 17:38:28 GMT
Wynnter opened her eyes as she felt the kiss of sun's first light. She walked to her daughter, and wrapped her arms around. For a long moment she was silent as she thought about what a strong woman Andraste had become and then she said, "Light's first blessing on you my darling." She kissed her daughter's cheek warmly. Wynnter usually spoke the common tongue these days, but this Dawn always made her think of home so she was speaking Elvish with out thought.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 17:43:08 GMT
Andraste relaxed into her mother's arms.
"And on you, Mother," she replied. "Did you feel peace during our prayers? I did."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 17:51:07 GMT
Wynnter did not like to lie, so she simply ignored the question. "I am glad you feel such peace. Do you have plans for this day?" She placed one more kiss on her daughters forehead, and regretfully release the hug. She walked to the table where breakfast had been laid out. She lifted up a cup of water and used it to wet her dry throat. She had fasted the whole night and was thirsty.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 17:56:29 GMT
"I want to have fun," Andraste answered. "I've done the proper thing so it's time to enjoy myself next. I'll find some friends and have a drink."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 18:09:20 GMT
Wynnter smiled slightly while her mouth was still covered by the cup. She raised her eyebrow and thought of the fun she used to have with her old friends. She sat down and pulled over a plate of steaming carrots. "Well... beware the humans. They go a little mad today." She scooped from the bowl onto her own plate. She never noticed the human servant standing against the wall roll his eyes.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 18:19:40 GMT
Avoiding the carrots as improper breakfast food, Andraste had chosen bacon and egg, fried bread, tomatoes and mushrooms, all washed down with apple juice.
"What are you going to do, Mother?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 18:31:44 GMT
Wynnter took from fried bread and tomatoes from the center of the table as she thought. She spoke quietly to her daughter, "I will find some way to pass the time. I will be there at noon for the contests." She took a large bite of carrots as she looked at her daughter.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 18:35:14 GMT
"Good. I want to see you beat everyone, like you so often do. You are competing, aren't you?" She asked hopefully.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 18:38:10 GMT
Wynnter let a small, proud smile touch her face for an instant before she replied, "Perhaps... I do not want to ruin the day for any of the younger generation. It will depend on who I am facing." Sh reached over and brushed back the hair from her daughter's face.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 18:42:15 GMT
Andraste smiled. "I couldn't face you. It wouldn't be fair on either of us. But if you do compete, I will cheer you louder than anyone."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 18:47:02 GMT
Wynnter shook her head and stared down at her food, "When I was your age I always challenged the best warriors. I never won, but I learned with every defeat. You have spent too much time among our people. Patience is not always a virtue." She took another bite of her carrots.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 18, 2016 18:59:18 GMT
She shrugged. "Are you counselling rash behaviou, dear Mother?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 19:05:35 GMT
Wynnter looked up at her daughter and pointed at her with her spoon, "Sometimes it is necessary. The drive to fight the best, is the same drive that will forge you into a great warrior." She shook her head and finished her carrots before spooning a second helping onto her plate.
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