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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 18, 2017 22:20:09 GMT
Toustai made no move to snatch his hand away.
"Mother." he said. "It's me. Toustain."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 19, 2017 18:17:56 GMT
Riku barked a quick laugh and ran a hand through her shaggy hair. "I smelt ya enter the room. You reek of disappointment. It covers you in a cloud."
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 21, 2017 11:55:06 GMT
Toustain fought down the urge to laugh derisively. His drunken mother thought he reeked of disappointment. She reeked of stale alcohol.
"Perhaps I shall make you proud yet." he said carefully, not wishing to unduly antagonize her further. "I have been selected by the council to accompany the next tithe to Nekromyr. Along with some others. We must be at the temple by dawn tomorrow. Apparently those who go shall receive a blessing from the goddess of death upon our successful completion of the task. I have come to bid you farewell."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 22, 2017 14:53:06 GMT
Riku did not look up at her son's face. She studied the bottles strewn about the room looking for one that still had some remnants of liquor. "Good. That is good. Do me proud."
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Mar 3, 2017 20:40:54 GMT
Toustain wished he could say the same to his mother, but could not bring himself to do so. All he could do for the moment was nod wordlessly.
There was a long awkward pause before he finally blurted out, "Sabarrah is going too."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2017 17:45:31 GMT
Riku turned and looked up at her son. Her bloodshot eyes studied him for a moment before she nodded, "That is good." She paused for a moment before adding, "Look after one another." She rose slowly to her feet and then gave his shoulder a single rough pat. Then she walked to a cabinet and opened it to look for a bottle of liqueur.
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