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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2022 1:55 pm
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Painted Moose rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2022 1:58 pm
[This would have been better with a roll =3=]
“Why do I have to go home?! She was the one who started it!” Farah snared and would have lunged at the opposing teenager if his father hadn’t put himself between them. “I DIDN’T START THIS!”
“BUT YOU DID, FARAH! YOU DID!” Taavetti was visibly struggling to hold the boy back and were it not for Reven sneaking up behind Farah he might have lost him completely. The larger Matorian looped his arms under Farah’s armpits and hauled the boy, kicking and screaming, off his feet. Taavetti didn’t know what had set it off; Farah had been doing so well for such a long time that he’d almost thought Faydis was sharing her herbs. Then he’d come home to find the boy missing and by the time he tracked Farah down…
Well, the fire behind him spoke volumes. A cart full of what was once fine ale was popping and blazing in the middle of the street. Thankfully one of the locals happened to know a few water spells and was quickly making way to contain the flames. The carts owner was screaming horrific things at Farah and Taavetti might have defended his son if the boy wasn’t currently foaming at the mouth. He was ready to hurt someone, but Taavetti couldn’t figure out who! He hadn’t been able to get him calm enough to find out.
All he’d seen was a fire, his son covered in alcohol, and a teenage girl with a bloody lip…
“LET ME GO!”
“FARAH!” Taavetti narrowly avoiding getting kicked in the groin, and reached out to grab hold of Farah’s legs. The boy was absolutely feral at the point and slippery because of the liquor. “STOP IT, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER.”
“He’s right!” When no one moved to acknowledge the girl she spoke up, this time louder, “HE DIDN’T DO IT, I DID.”
“You don’t have to- OMPH.” Taavetti nearly doubled when Farah managed to free a leg and slam it into his gut. “-stick up for him!”
“B-but-but he didn’t start the fire! It was an accident, I swear!” When she stood up the girl was clearly terrified, but the longer Taavetti looked at her the more he started to understand. She wasn’t scared of Farah, or at least she hadn’t been; she was terrified of getting caught. “I…uh…he was acting really weird and we…” When she looked over her shoulder, presumably for the we she talked about, no one was there. Her friends had abandoned her the moment the fire started, “…we pushed him, into the cart. It brought some barrels and he got mad, threw a punch…” Her hand went up to her lip with a wince. “And I got scared. I accidentally threw out some fire…I didn’t mean to.”
“Well, which one of you is going to pay for the damages, then?!” The cart owner stepped forward. His normally blue skin was tinged a dark shade of indigo out of anger and the puffed cheeks looked positively swollen. “I’ve lost hundreds because of this! If you’re the cause then –“ The older Matorian had turned his rage toward the trembling girl and Taavetti couldn’t bear to watch it. She was scared enough as it was.
Farah, however, was focused on blood. The moment Taavetti loosened his control Farah ducked down out of Reven’s hold, using his slim form to his advantage and charged. Taavetti barely had time to call out a warning before Farah was knocking both of them to the ground.
And a few seconds later the cart exploded with a new burst of flame.
“Farah!” Taavetti ran other to the three. His son’s back was blistered and bloody, but not too badly burned. The others were safe… “Did you…did you know that was…?”
“You didn’t see it…” Farah coughed and took his father’s hand to sit up. “I barely...did…” He grimaced when he tried to straighten up but Reven kept a gentle hand on his shoulder. The cart owner was blessedly calm for the moment and the girl seemed quiet, at the very least. The street around them had exploded with activity as well, but…well, Taavetti was just glad today hadn’t turned out worse than it already had.
“Reven? Think you can get this young lady home? I’m sure her parents would like to speak with this fine gentleman and reach some sort of agreement.” When he looked at the other man his subdued expression softened and he nodded. “And I’m going to take my son home.”
[750]
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