Author: Jomasten
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There were many factors that would trigger Rogal's sudden need to build a pillow fortress. Of highest priority out of them all was from shielding himself from his cousin's 'weirdness'.
So, when he was dragged by Azmina to talk about...he shivered...shopping...he managed to slink away, and got to work. When Azmina noticed this, she just rolled her eyes, and began searching for her cousin.
Rogal used the pillows from the household, as well as acquired some from half the neighbors. The people have started to not mind, finding the young Dorn's fortresses both endearing and odd. Nevertheless, the resulting fortress looked like it was a natural wing in the Clan home, if such a wing was soft and cushioned from all sides.
Azmina sighed as she espied the double-doors of the entrance. Obviously it was barred from the inside, she surmised as she surveyed the majestic castle.
She couldn't help but giggle when she noticed Rogal glaring at her through a window. The giggle turned into a yelp of surprise when something soft impacted her face.
Oh, it was on.
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The latest 'Rogal Fortress' would fall when Azmina managed to loosen a plush 'brick' from the western wall, then sneaked in, carefully avoiding Rogal and his 'pillow cannon', then took out the central support column.
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