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>Hammy at 13:43, 16 October 2021

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	==Recollections by [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]]==		==Recollections by [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]]==

	==Recollections by [[~~Lucan Xialen~~\|~~Lucan~~]]==		==Recollections by [[Theran Duskgrove\|Theran]]==

	==Recollections by [[Tourmaline]]==		==Recollections by [[Tourmaline]]==

>Jimmguion at 04:54, 22 September 2021

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	Autumn is approaching and we're getting ready to celebrate the fall harvest festival! I've prepared special batches of the popular Light and Dark Smeray Ale.		Autumn is approaching and we're getting ready to celebrate the fall harvest festival! I've prepared special batches of the popular Light and Dark Smeray Ale.

	[[Amber]], as usual, is nearby and ready to get things started. I'm eager to earn some extra coin so I start barking about to get a friendly drinking contest going. Amber, ever generous with her privilege, sponsors the event and pays for any that wish to compete against her. After a ''much'' longer than expected contest, Amber beat out everyone, though by this point, she was completely drunk. I gave her the drinking token for next weekend that she won and also offered to make a special brew at her request. She requested a flowery beer, so I'll be making a hibiscus beer shortly.		[[Amber Ironfoot\|Amber]], as usual, is nearby and ready to get things started. I'm eager to earn some extra coin so I start barking about to get a friendly drinking contest going. Amber, ever generous with her privilege, sponsors the event and pays for any that wish to compete against her. After a ''much'' longer than expected contest, Amber beat out everyone, though by this point, she was completely drunk. I gave her the drinking token for next weekend that she won and also offered to make a special brew at her request. She requested a flowery beer, so I'll be making a hibiscus beer shortly.

	I close up shop for a few minutes to join the festivities and partake in the pie eating contest. The pies by Kymil Valquen are known throughout the area and I thoroughly enjoyed the pies . I won this competition - goes to show, don't judge by the cover! This halfling beat out all those dwarves and tall ones!!		I close up shop for a few minutes to join the festivities and partake in the pie eating contest. The pies by Kymil Valquen are known throughout the area and I thoroughly enjoyed the pies . I won this competition - goes to show, don't judge by the cover! This halfling beat out all those dwarves and tall ones!!

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Astret */

2021-09-22T04:52:57Z

Recollections by Astret

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	There were some gambling games going on, which were promptly broken up by the guards - ruffians that whole lot, the guards that is. Just folks having fun is all! Shortly after, good ol' [[Vuduin Vapetor]] makes an appearance. What in Solace is that man doing here?! His personal adornments are too much to bear, it's hard to even look upon his visage without going blind from the amount of money he spends on it. His clothes alone could feed our village for a year!		There were some gambling games going on, which were promptly broken up by the guards - ruffians that whole lot, the guards that is. Just folks having fun is all! Shortly after, good ol' [[Vuduin Vapetor]] makes an appearance. What in Solace is that man doing here?! His personal adornments are too much to bear, it's hard to even look upon his visage without going blind from the amount of money he spends on it. His clothes alone could feed our village for a year!

	He boasts about our bountiful harvest and that his daughter is to be presented to the Queen Fiona this season. His boasts much. Then he leaves, thankfully. However, immediately upon his leave, the tax collectors start to make their rounds and take ''half'' of our take from the festival! The gall of these people. I come up with a plan to have [[Lucan]] punch me to make it seem like I was robbed, but he hit me too hard and knocked me out. Tourmaline revives me with some of her herbs and I see that the guards saw Lucan and he's being hauled off by the guards! Amber, likewise, is being hauled off by her father, [[Duriz Ironfoot]]. The crowd is getting quite rowdy at this point, Lucan is really riling them up. [[Josdreak]] decides to join the fray and punches Amber (this was not the best idea so far tonight) and knocks her down. Duriz picks him up and tosses him aside, picks up Amber and they all leave.		He boasts about our bountiful harvest and that his daughter is to be presented to the Queen Fiona this season. His boasts much. Then he leaves, thankfully. However, immediately upon his leave, the tax collectors start to make their rounds and take ''half'' of our take from the festival! The gall of these people. I come up with a plan to have [[Lucan Xialen\|Lucan]] punch me to make it seem like I was robbed, but he hit me too hard and knocked me out. Tourmaline revives me with some of her herbs and I see that the guards saw Lucan and he's being hauled off by the guards! Amber, likewise, is being hauled off by her father, [[Duriz Ironfoot]]. The crowd is getting quite rowdy at this point, Lucan is really riling them up. [[\|Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] decides to join the fray and punches Amber (this was not the best idea so far tonight) and knocks her down. Duriz picks him up and tosses him aside, picks up Amber and they all leave.

	I believe I was about to do something really rash, but the next thing I know I'm flat on the ground along with everyone else at the festival. I come to quickly but notice that all of the guards and nobles have vanished from ~~site~~. It looks like at least a couple of minutes have gone missing, perhaps even an hour or two. I don't know what that flash of light was, but it certainly didn't seem natural. And where did everyone disappear to?		I believe I was about to do something really rash, but the next thing I know I'm flat on the ground along with everyone else at the festival. I come to quickly but notice that all of the guards and nobles have vanished from sight. It looks like at least a couple of minutes have gone missing, perhaps even an hour or two. I don't know what that flash of light was, but it certainly didn't seem natural. And where did everyone disappear to?

	I am responsible for getting Lucan captured. I should go see Amber to see how we can get him out.		I am responsible for getting Lucan captured. I should go see [[Amber Ironfoot\|Amber]] to see how we can get him out.

	==Recollections by [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]]==		==Recollections by [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]]==

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Amber */

2021-09-22T02:28:47Z

Recollections by Amber

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	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.		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, ~~he’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.		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?		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?

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Amber */

2021-09-21T16:33:02Z

Recollections by Amber

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	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.		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, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. ~~There~~ was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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.		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, he’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?		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?

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Amber */

2021-09-21T16:32:08Z

Recollections by Amber

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	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.		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 [[~~Josdreak Broadbelly~~\|~~Josdreak~~]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. There was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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.		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, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. There was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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?		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?

>Hammy: /* Recollections by Astret */

2021-09-21T15:52:36Z

Recollections by Astret

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	==Recollections by [[Astret Smeray\|Astret]]==		==Recollections by [[Astret Smeray\|Astret]]==
			Autumn is approaching and we're getting ready to celebrate the fall harvest festival! I've prepared special batches of the popular Light and Dark Smeray Ale.

			[[Amber]], as usual, is nearby and ready to get things started. I'm eager to earn some extra coin so I start barking about to get a friendly drinking contest going. Amber, ever generous with her privilege, sponsors the event and pays for any that wish to compete against her. After a ''much'' longer than expected contest, Amber beat out everyone, though by this point, she was completely drunk. I gave her the drinking token for next weekend that she won and also offered to make a special brew at her request. She requested a flowery beer, so I'll be making a hibiscus beer shortly.

			I close up shop for a few minutes to join the festivities and partake in the pie eating contest. The pies by Kymil Valquen are known throughout the area and I thoroughly enjoyed the pies . I won this competition - goes to show, don't judge by the cover! This halfling beat out all those dwarves and tall ones!!

			I felt bad for [[Tourmaline]], she's been a great source of grain for me, so I offered to pay for her entry into the trivia contest and then returned to open up my shop again.

			There were some gambling games going on, which were promptly broken up by the guards - ruffians that whole lot, the guards that is. Just folks having fun is all! Shortly after, good ol' [[Vuduin Vapetor]] makes an appearance. What in Solace is that man doing here?! His personal adornments are too much to bear, it's hard to even look upon his visage without going blind from the amount of money he spends on it. His clothes alone could feed our village for a year!

			He boasts about our bountiful harvest and that his daughter is to be presented to the Queen Fiona this season. His boasts much. Then he leaves, thankfully. However, immediately upon his leave, the tax collectors start to make their rounds and take ''half'' of our take from the festival! The gall of these people. I come up with a plan to have [[Lucan]] punch me to make it seem like I was robbed, but he hit me too hard and knocked me out. Tourmaline revives me with some of her herbs and I see that the guards saw Lucan and he's being hauled off by the guards! Amber, likewise, is being hauled off by her father, [[Duriz Ironfoot]]. The crowd is getting quite rowdy at this point, Lucan is really riling them up. [[Josdreak]] decides to join the fray and punches Amber (this was not the best idea so far tonight) and knocks her down. Duriz picks him up and tosses him aside, picks up Amber and they all leave.

			I believe I was about to do something really rash, but the next thing I know I'm flat on the ground along with everyone else at the festival. I come to quickly but notice that all of the guards and nobles have vanished from site. It looks like at least a couple of minutes have gone missing, perhaps even an hour or two. I don't know what that flash of light was, but it certainly didn't seem natural. And where did everyone disappear to?

			I am responsible for getting Lucan captured. I should go see Amber to see how we can get him out.

	==Recollections by [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]]==		==Recollections by [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]]==

>Jimmguion: /* Recollections by Amber */

2021-09-21T15:51:28Z

Recollections by Amber

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	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?		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. ~~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 ~~out~~ 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!		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!		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!

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Recollections by Amber

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	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.		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 [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. 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.		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 [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. There was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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?		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?

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	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.		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 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.		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 [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. 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.		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 [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. 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.

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	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.		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, ~~he’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.		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?		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?

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	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.		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, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. ~~There~~ was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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.		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, he’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?		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?

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	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.		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 [[~~Josdreak Broadbelly~~\|~~Josdreak~~]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. There was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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.		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, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. There was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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?		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?

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	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?		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. ~~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 ~~out~~ 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!		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!		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!

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	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.		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 [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. 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.		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 [[Josdreak Broadbelly\|Josdreak]] won that one. Hells, he’ll be crowing about THAT until the next planting. There was a barrel with a bunch of apples. Bonus there, I got o 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?		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?