Author: Jomasten

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"My brothers and sisters! How uncomfortable are we today?" Asked a man in rather rough-looking robes. It itched something fierce.

Another man in the same robes bowed to him, "Young Lord Rogal has taken the arm-rests, well as some rope, along with his usual 'materials'."

The lead man quirked an eyebrow, "Rope?"

The other nodded, "Yes. We are unsure what he hopes to do. But we are sure that it will be, as is his usual works, be a grand undertaking."

The lead man nodded, even as he sat on the cold, uncomfortable floor, content.

In another place that was NOT inhabited by strange folks, relatively speaking, Azmina shook her head at her cousin's latest undertaking.

It was probably his tallest fort bar none, a good 30 to 40 feet of rising pillows, made steady and sturdy by generous applications of 'bricks' of rocks and snow wrapped in cloth. But the castle structure itself did not start until the very top, which stood about 20 feet by itself. And even with the threat of collapse, Rogal seemed to have thought ahead, and had made a full bedrock made of pillows, which also, in Azmina's effort to lay siege, piled so high that it stood a good foot over her head, which may also hamper her movement, allowing Rogal to bear the sights of his pillow cannons onto her.

Azmina, with her trust bronze pot helmet, clay lid shield, and giant serving spoon equipped examined her plan of attack with a critical eye.

Cracking her neck out of any kinks, she thanked a servant as he provided her with a warm shot, before securing the pot on her head.

She was sure that neighboring villages could see this magnificent plush collosus.

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POFF!

Wiggling herself upright, Azmina blinked as she watched the crumbling soft remains of the pillow fortress. Beside her was Rogal, equally as flabbergasted at the events that had transpired which led to the collapse of her greatest fortress.

But then again, the fortress was already balancing precariously on the pillow tower, it would only stand to reason that even such a stupid thing as a bird not seeing where it had been flying would have toppled it.

And the two had been so into their climactic wooden-spoon fight, too.

Azmina pouted while Rogal sulked.

But they still laughed themselves silly nonetheless.

The servants could never witness a more heart-warming sight.

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