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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 30, 2016 5:46:59 GMT
Anabell lead Andraste through her house. "My dear, did you get enough to drink."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 30, 2016 12:58:06 GMT
Sabarrah says deadpan-like 'Perhaps the apples are holding the chickens hostage and their demands are for less cider to be made of them.' "Never, we must have all the cider!" Lorel replied, the last remnants of a straight face long banished.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 30, 2016 19:28:02 GMT
Anabell lead Andraste through her house. "My dear, did you get enough to drink." "Yes, for the moment. I'll have another drink or two later," Andraste said. "But I would love some air anyway. Being outside is important on a day like this, don't you agree?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 30, 2016 20:13:15 GMT
"I think being outside is important every day." She led her friend into the cool air. Anabell looked forward the village green and started walking that way.
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 30, 2016 21:03:54 GMT
Sabarrah says deadpan-like 'Perhaps the apples are holding the chickens hostage and their demands are for less cider to be made of them.' "Never, we must have all the cider!" Lorel replied, the last remnants of a straight face long banished. Sabarrah smiles a little. 'Where do you both fancy going? I have no preferance as long as its away from our Mother..'
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 31, 2016 4:12:28 GMT
"Well, I have heard there will be some gambling over at Symians?" Lorel said, looking to the Sabarrah and Toustain for input.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Dec 31, 2016 7:42:32 GMT
Toustain shrugged good-naturedly at the suggestion. He looked to his sister.
"I'm game." he said. "There are contests on the village green though."
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 31, 2016 9:28:10 GMT
Sabarrah hmms 'I would like to try at the physical contests but I've no objection to wagering a few coppers as well.'
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 2, 2017 2:19:44 GMT
"Contests I think." replied Toustain, just itching for a bit of action. He grinned. "We can head to Symians later with our winnings."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Jan 2, 2017 12:48:28 GMT
"Very good point, we need some gold before we can lose it" Lorel replied. "Lets get to work"
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Post by Sabarrah on Jan 2, 2017 19:22:26 GMT
Sabarrah nods. 'Lets go.' She smiles a little.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 10, 2017 7:17:03 GMT
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After the dusk feast and before they left to escort the gold, Toustain returned to Honeysuckle Cottage to visit his mother. He hoped that Riku had sobered up a little.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 10, 2017 18:27:29 GMT
Toustain found his mother in an armchair with two empty bottles of Dwarvish Deep. Deep is a kind of strong alcohol brewed by dwarves from a mushroom. She was snoring loudly and there was a trickle of spit running from the corner of her mouth down her neck.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 14, 2017 7:59:29 GMT
Toustain frowned at first and then sighed in exasperation. He moved to wipe the spittle from her mouth.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 15, 2017 13:08:37 GMT
As his hands approached her face, her own hand moved and grabbed it. She crushed his wrist between her fingers and grunted.
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