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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 25, 2018 3:46:36 GMT -8
“Amal has trained in the most dangerous court on the plane, you are already keeping up so don't worry just listen to Nestrim, Luke and Rabbit and their different views and you will do fine. Plus, unlike some people you can handle yourself if you get physically attacked. I do worry about Nestrim. He can defend himself ok, but he isn't on your or my level, and we don't have a guard for him.”
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 25, 2018 7:36:17 GMT -8
Key looks over to Anglerond with a concerned look.
“Do you think he needs one? Why would anyone want to hurt him?” She takes another sip of her tea.
“I think a better question is would he let me give him one. Or insist thst he stays near either Alluvian or I as much as possible. Something to think on for a while.” She’s quiet for a while before changing the subject.
“I want to know more about you. I know broad strokes, but there is a lot of life that I don’t know about. Like were you ever a roudy teenager?” She smirks.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 25, 2018 10:19:24 GMT -8
Anglerond finds a place with a couple of chairs and he pulls a chair out for Key, “He definitely needs protection, if he starts squirming about that, just tell him that he represents a weak point that someone can get to Alluvian, he will change his mind them.”
He thinks about her question on his young adult years, "I got in trouble a lot. I grew up poor, nowhere near the courts so my young adult years was spent getting into a lot of trouble. I was eventually told I would either get in more serious trouble, or I could join the 7th Crusade that was just gathering to go to the desert."
He touches his armor, "As you can see my choice here." he smiles at Key, "I would do it again to end up here."
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 25, 2018 15:00:45 GMT -8
Key takes the offered seat and sets her cup on the table. She leans forward to speak.
“I think I’ll do that. Do you have any suggestions on who I should ask?” She wraps her fingers around his on the table.
“We weren’t much different growing up. If karma is a circle we’re in trouble our kids are going to be hell on wheels.”
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 25, 2018 15:34:04 GMT -8
Anglerond smiles at Key, his eyes almost consumed in fire with how much he obviously cares for her, "I will love any children you have like they were mine. Even if they give us headaches and heartburn. I don't want to be a grandfather too soon though, so let's make sure when they become teens that they can't get pregnant... I don't know if I can handle being a grandfather, even if I am old."
He laughs at those last words.
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 25, 2018 17:33:01 GMT -8
Key’s eyes go soft.
“They will be yours. And I’ll make sure to remind you of this conversation when your stuck doing most of the raising of several hellian children.” She raises his knuckles to her lips and kisses them.
“If its the only gift I ever give you, you will have another child someday.” She sighs happily.
“You know, if staying at the manor and working with Nestrim isn’t something you don’t enjoy I hope you would tell me.”
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 25, 2018 17:45:34 GMT -8
Anglerond seems to enjoy Key's touch "I would tell you, even if I know its the best spot. I feel I need to be honest with you, that is how we will work this out. To be honest at least right now it is nice for these old bones to wake up in a bed, and not in the deep forest." He pats his belly, "Although I fear it will make me fat..."
He looks at Key, "I also think you would hate staying home and raising kids. That isn't you, at least not right now. You can rest assured the children will be safe with me." He looks towards the tent where Rabbit had disappeared in with Luke hours before, "I suspect you won't be the only one with children, if Luke's daughter is half right."
He laughs at those last words.
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 25, 2018 18:41:30 GMT -8
Key laughs.
“Okay, but let me know if you need to be freed from the stable for a good gallop. Did you see the scroll she left us? There were at least 10 children in the picture.” She shakes her head.
“I don’t think I’ll do that to you. I think a few would be more than plenty.”
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 26, 2018 3:41:34 GMT -8
Anglerond raises an eyebrow in mock horror "Possibly more than ten children? Does she have litters? Gods Key, how would she be able to have that many children period, let alone young enough they are all in the picture and not grown up and away?"
The mock horror fades back into a smile, "I hadn't seen how many, Te'Teh mentioned it was a herd or flock, she wasn't sure what to call it. I am more than happy to have whatever you want. You know she will fight and adventure right up to giving birth, or close enough it doesn't matter? I have had a couple of times I wasn't sure if I should fight them or not when I would see a drow girl pregnant... that only lasted until I realized they were still as good at fighting, but meaner."
His laugh is deep and he takes Key's left hand into both of his and he squeezes gently.
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 26, 2018 7:16:53 GMT -8
Key smiles.
“There were some older children in the picture. I think there may have been some twins in there. Its good to know I’ll still be able to fight while Im pregnant. I was worried I’d be locked in a tower from the beginning until I deliver.” She cocks her head and looks at him intensely for a moment.
“How are you right now? I know this place has to play prominently in your nightmares.”
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 26, 2018 12:10:12 GMT -8
Anglerond becomes quiet for a moment, "You won’t have any time down, you are tough, in shape and you would hate being housebound."
There is a tightness in his eyes, "I am doing ok, honestly I couldn’t tell you how am feeling. There are some rituals rangers use to tie down emotions, keeps us clear and cold as ice. I am setup, I don’t want to risk emotional outburst while I am here. You and Alluvian need me cold and ice.."
He gives Key a soft smile.
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 26, 2018 20:45:49 GMT -8
Key gives him a lop sided smile.
“I don’t think you’ll be the only one to weigh in on the subject. You may be out numbered.” She looks concerned and gets up and settles herself in his lap wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I don’t want or need you to be cold as ice. Its not good for you to lock things away like that. If you need a break let someone know. We will be okay for the time it takes you. However long that may be.” She gives him a soft kiss on the lips.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 27, 2018 4:57:53 GMT -8
Anglerond enjoys the kiss and his eyes light up as he holds Key on his lap, "I can never be ice with my emotion for you. You have my heart. I only mean I am keeping at bay my emotions about this place and the people we are meeting with."
His face seems slightly embarrassed, "I may have to walk away when we relive the last ritual. I was already warned we would see some of what happened in the attack and I am not sure I can watch, but I am not sure if I can avoid it either. This will be the first time any of our people might see what actually happened."
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Post by Keyleth on Dec 27, 2018 7:37:25 GMT -8
“No one will blame you for not wanting to relive that. You do what you need to.” She rests her head on his shoulder.
“When your ready to talk about it Im here for you.” In an attempt at distraction she lifts her head and licks his neck in one long overly wet, dog like motion.
“Would you like some more tea, or maybe a napkin?” She smirks and puts a finger to her mouth coating it with wetness before moving to stick it in his ear.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 27, 2018 9:05:34 GMT -8
Anglerond recoils, squeals and laughs as Key licks his face, "What in the name of the gods is up with you!!!."
He grabs her finger, unsure what to do he leans over and locks his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. A playful but deep growl in his throat. There he holds himself, locked onto her, focused with every fiber of his being.
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