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Post by Balneiros on Jan 10, 2017 2:37:42 GMT
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On the evening before the Dusk Feast, Balneiros responds to his mother's summons by approaching the Jora Manse and knocking on the door. Though it was technically his house as well, Balneiros had never shared an intimate relationship with his mother after his aunt's passing. The experience had left Bal imposing his own distance from his family, favoring work first, and it had grown to include his siblings as well over time. He mutters as he dusts his clothes quickly during the brief wait, then returns his attention to the door before him.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 10, 2017 2:52:56 GMT
The door opened before him and one of his mother's deputies stood there. Her name was Kyra and she was a human with long red hair. She leaned against a trident and gave Baleiros a crude smile. "Well you are a sight for sore eyes."
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 10, 2017 3:25:12 GMT
Balneiros smiles at Kyra as he gestures towards himself, "I figured I'd try to look bad beforehand so my mother has less work to do. You're looking well as always, though." Balneiros flashes his smile once more, following the charm with a question, "Any idea what's in store for me?"
[Charisma- 15. +2 mod, +4 save.]
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 10, 2017 3:47:04 GMT
Kyra shook her head, "I have no idea what she has planned, but I have some plans for you." She stepped forward and reached around with one of her hands to goose his rear. "You are pretty enough to put in a frame." She wriggled her eyebrows at him and laughed. "Do you want to blow off you ma, and slip away behind some bushes with me?"
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 10, 2017 3:51:37 GMT
Balneiros grins at Kyra, his body tensing briefly at her touch. "If I did that, she'd kill us both, but I definitely don't need to be at tonight's feast."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 10, 2017 4:05:26 GMT
"Well I do. Sitting right beside your mother too." Kyra sighed, and then moved her mouth to bite at Balneiros ear. "Talk to you later mommy's boy." She squeezed his ass for a couple of more seconds, and then brushed by him and headed out of the manor.
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 10, 2017 16:26:30 GMT
Balneiros gave an almost primal growl as he watched Kyra leaving, clearing his throat afterwards and entering the Manse. "I hope that was amusing, mother," Bal called out, certain Wynnter had at the least been watching.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 10, 2017 17:57:38 GMT
Balneiros had judged incorrect, Wynnter was not in the first room of her manse. These rooms were the ones she used for her role as sheriff. He had to walk through the Sheriff office and into the Kitchen of his mother's home.
Balneiros found her alone in the kitchen eating an apple. When he walked in she was chewing so she did not say anything. Wynnter's eyes never left him though.
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 10, 2017 18:35:40 GMT
Balneiros entered the kitchen without another word, turning to lean against the counter and then silently watch his mother in return. The silence wasn't uncomfortable for him, at least. Silently standing in the kitchen was a normal part of his day, in his own home.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 10, 2017 19:16:41 GMT
Wynnter swallowed the first bite. Then she studied her apple until she found a desirable place and then took another bite. She started slowly chewing. She nodded her head in approval of the fine taste. Then she looked back up at her son. She reached into a nearby basket and pulled out a second apple. Her arm extended toward Balneiros offering him the red delicious.
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 12, 2017 7:12:28 GMT
Balneiros contemplates reaching for the apple, but instead takes a moment and calls to mind one of his cantrips, summoning his Mage Hand to bring the apple to him with a small grin towards his mother.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 12, 2017 17:32:28 GMT
The magic hand appeared as Balneiros called forth his power. The hand was red today, maybe because of the Apple. The hand floated over to the Apple and paused. It gave Wynnter one rude gesture and then snatched the apple from her. It flew quickly back to Balneiros.
Wynnter ignored the hand but kept her hard eyes on her son. She paused before taking another bite. "If you use magic like that you going to grow fat." She took another bite of her apple.
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 13, 2017 1:31:38 GMT
"I'm sure I'll find a spell to keep me fit as well," Balneiros replied, following it with a cheeky grin.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 13, 2017 1:39:15 GMT
The mage hand floated behind Balneiros and patted him on the back.
Wynnter shook her head and seemed ready to pronounce judgement. "You are always looking for the easy way. Nothing good in this world comes easy. Trust me my son, I learned this the hard way." She took another large bite from the apple, a little of the juice spraying out of her mouth. He watched the juice run down her chin and drop to the floor.
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Post by Balneiros on Jan 13, 2017 4:23:03 GMT
"You know nothing of what I do, and even less of who I am, mother . Summoning the Hand is the same as you swinging a sword; it is practice, at all times. I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I do expect you to reserve your judgement. Ignorance looks poorly on everyone." Balneiros shakes his head slowly, turning to look at the hand as he continues. "Why did you ask me here?"
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