Editing Game-Summaries:9/18/2021 Recollections (section)

==Recollections by [[Amber Ironfoot|Amber]]==
Well, yesterday was a complete shitshow. Trust that bastard [[Vuduin Vapetor|Vuduin]] and [[Duriz Ironfoot|my father]] to ruin the one bloody day of joy the town gets all year. Seriously, the taxes are bad enough, but to grab the coins right out of their hands before they’ve even had a chance to count them is low, even for Vapid-tor and the Brainless Bunch. By the hells, I still can’t figure out where he digs up those guards. The way they play with their "shortswords" all day while ogling the townswomen, it’s no great mystery what thoughts occupy those tiny minds.

It all started innocently enough! Festival day is always full of plenty of entertainments to keep a girl happy! Good old [[Astret Smeray|Astret]] sponsored a drinking contest, which of course I won. That pretty little elf even tried to take part, though she didn’t last long. She is so beautiful, with those long legs… she hardly even seems like she’s walking when she moves…. she just seems to sort of glide over the ground. I, on the other hand, go stomping about in my ruddy big boots. Even her name is prettier than mine. [[Tourmaline]] is a cute little stone, made for dainty rings and broaches… [[Amber Ironfoot|Amber]] is just… just a big hunk of dried sap. You know, come to think of it, I hate her and her dainty name… hate her so much.

Anyway, after the drinking contest, things get a little fuzzy. I know there was a lot of pie... most of ended up on my shirt and in the slop trough. I think [[Astret Smeray|Astret]] won that one. Hells, they'll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. Next , there was a barrel with a bunch of apples we had had to stick our heads in. Bonus there, I got to wash some of the pie outta my hair. There was also some kind of comedy contest, but none of their answers were very funny… mine were definitely better.  I remember I kept trying to get on a horse, but definitely couldn’t. Probably for the best, since horses don’t really like me much. And then just when the fun was starting, [[Vuduin Vapetor|Vapetor]] and his stuck-up little bitch arrived. And right at his heels, [[Duriz Ironfoot|my father]], like the good little lap-dog he is. 

Makes me sick, to see my Da like that. I’ve heard all the stories about my dad in the army. They called him Bloody Ironfoot, they say. Could stomp a man to death as he ran by. Could take a giant at the knees, just to get at his head. But to look at him now, you’d never believe it. He has trouble reaching the top of the stairs, much less the top of a giant’s shoulders. Lifts more legs of lamb than axes these days. And when that [[Vuduin Vapetor|Vapetor]] is around… he’s like a whipped warhound… “Yes, my Count. Right away, my Count. As you wish, my Count.” I mean, this is my Da’s town! These are his people! He is supposed to stand up for them! Protect them. Not rob them blind so Vapetor’s spineless runt can have a new party dress to meet the queen! And right in the middle of it, a fight starts. Didn’t see how it started, but when they started arresting people, I started throwing punches. I mean if the daughter of the Squire was in the fight, they couldn’t arrest EVERYONE right?

Must have hit a slick spot in the turf, though, cause before I know it, I’m on the ground, and Da is dragging me away by my hair. Saw him give [[Josdreak Broadbelly|Josdreak]] what for, too, before I passed out. Can’t remember why though, but it did kinda remind me of a time when Da wasn’t quite so old and slow. Actually, it reminded me of that time when he caught me and the shepard’s son, showing each other what we had underneath our tunics. I had a bald spot for a month where he yanked me up outta the hay, and I bet the shepard’s boy (what WAS his name, again???) still has the marks on his shapely ass from my Da's cane!

Anyway, when this hangover passes, I’ll go talk to my dad. I am sure I can get him to let those folks outta jail. I mean it was just a good old-fashioned rumble, after all. I may have to kiss Vuduin’s pimply ass too, though if he’s still here. Well, I can suck it up, as long as [[Etenaela Vapetor|“Lady” Etenaela]] isn’t there looking down on me. I may have to remind her what she let her cousin do to her that one time (THREE times, actually) down in the orchard. That’ll knock her down a few pegs off that pedestal her daddy’s got her on!