Author: Jomasten
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The fort was moving, Azmina observed as she stared in dumbfounded confusion, whilst she followed from a safe distance away from Rogal's pillow cannons.
Again, with Rogal's amazing knack with building, did he make something awesome again.
Rogal had built it using a cart that had been about around the Dorn compound. With mats and rugs, he then began building his latest fortress on top of it. Suffice to say, people had to gape and silently applaud his plushy architecture, making side comments about his future as a siege maker.
She giggled when she saw the top of Rogal's head peak from the battlements, reduced in size so as not to easily topple from the jarring of the moving cart. Azmina then yelped as she lept to the side as she heard the now tell-tale muffled 'FUMPF!' of the pillow cannon firing, just in time to dodge the soft cushion that had been aimed at her face.
Damn, not only were Rogal's forts improving, so were his cannons! That one had far more range than his previous ones.
Azmina stopped walking as she began to ponder this.
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Fortunately for Azmina, unfortunately for Rogal, the cart was pulled along by the local pack animal, currently not seeing any use for any sort of labor. Of course, the pack was guided by a set course, only going around the Dorn household. But with even such a relatively 'short' course, it still had to rest.
So, as it grazed on whatever food it could find, Azmina made her move.
Of course, Rogal had anticipated this, and was fervently patrolling each of his battlement's perimeters, making sure to always have his hand on the trigger of his pillow cannon.
Azmina still bypassed his patrol, somehow.
Rogal was not sure how, he was not sure when , but he only had a moment to gape at Azmina and one of his pillow cannons she had managed to commandeer, before something soft impacted his face.
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