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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Animal Handling: 8
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] Singing a tune (performance) 15
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] x/5


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BlackBerry felt a rising sense of pride as everyone rallied behind his words and dashed off to their assigned tasks quick as they could. A smile spread across his lips and he gave a self satisfied nod. Lady Kathryn had dashed off towards the store house, Victoria set off back towards the Coach House, and Kosara...in not so many words, brightened up the place.

 While Victoria was away still retrieving Old Boy and Morty BlackBerry joined Lady Kathryn in her efforts to move equipment into the nearby fields under Cecily's direction. It was here, after placing a brazier for Madame L'Rose to light, that he was reminded of the reality of the situation the L'Roses now found themselves. He followed Madame L'Rose's gaze to the empty darkness and empathised her frantic impatience. He let out an sigh which promptly turned to fog in the freezing chill. Even with the whole crew lending a hand they were still running low on hands and if they didn't work quickly and efficiently it could all still be for nothing. BlackBerry bit his lip and began tap, tap, tapping his thumb on each of his fingers in worried thought.

As brother Rorvil would say; don't count your chickens before they hatch,

[color=00aeef]"Do try not to worry, Madame L'Rose."[/color] He tried to reassure her with a pat on the arm. [color=00aeef]"We shall have this all sorted by morning just you wait and see. Kosara and Victoria are excellent spell casters, with the pair of them working this whole field will be warm as anything. Just you see."[/color]

He set back to work until he spotted Victoria arriving with the animals and rushed over to meet her. [color=00aeef]"Marvellously done, Victoria."[/color] He said through chattering teeth as he took the reigns [color=00aeef]"I do hope Old Boy did not slow you down all too much. Come along, be a good chap. We have work to do."[/color]

BlackBerry took a few steps forward before the reigns pulled taught and he nearly ended up on his ass. He turned around to glare at Old Boy, and the Ass simply glared back. The mule had his ears flicked backwards in clear disgust after being woken up and dragged out into the bleak, cold night.

[color=00aeef]"Now, Now, Old Boy. Be a Good mule."[/color] BlackBerry tugged and pulled the disgruntled mule one begrudging step after begrudging step towards the storage shed. By the time they had arrived the pair were steaming simply from the effort of fighting each other. Thankfully some of the time lost dragging the damn mule was clawed back when BlackBerry spotted a Brazier politely into the wagon, followed by a few buckets, a shovel, and even a decent amount of fuel as well. BlackBerry gave a thumbs up and a cheerful, [color=00aeef]"Much Obliged Kosara!"[/color] towards the shining tiefling. Unfortunately, much to BlackBerry's annoyance, Old Boy wasn't any happier heading back. Those working near to the path along the field would a series of unrepeatable insults from the monk, that could turn the air almost as blue as he was.

[color=00aeef]"Fine. There."[/color] BlackBerry snapped at Old Boy, and looped the reigns around a fence post with added force for good measure. [color=00aeef]"I dare say it may have been quicker to simply carry everything here myself. Madame L'Rose has done you the great service of a dry hay and oats. And this is how you repay her in her time of need? Disgraceful." [/color] Blackberry sneered at Old Boy who simply snorted dismissively. 

BlackBerry then set to work, after slinging one more insult towards the creature, dragging one of the braziers he had claimed out of the wagon and then down the small slope toward the field. His path only somewhat illuminated by the gathering frost reflecting the ever increasing number of fires sitting in neat rows throughout the field, and following the pattern he found the next spot. Lighting the fire with a stray tinderbox he had found in the shed was a bit of a hassle with only one arm but he made do. Back and forth he scurried, setting down braziers, buckets or digging pits for fires, and while he worked he sang a song.

It had started as just a small hum with a few words but it soon grew as BlackBerry remembered the tune;

[color=00aeef]For winter comes, aye winter rides
She comes to us 'pon frosty tides
So batter down the the hatches
And clear away the fields[/color]

His song rose above him in little frosty clouds as he got to work in the frigid night air. His fingers quickly began to sting with chill despite his efforts hiding then under his poncho, and then under his arm pit trying to cling onto any semblance of warmth. Taking him completely by surprise was another voice joining his own, and then another would jump n from another part of the field, only for another to then lend its strength for a few words.

[color=00aeef]To the cold and the dark
By fire light we still laugh
For nights will be clearer
Our loved ones draw nearer
all under the harvest moon[/color]

It was going to be a long and busy night; even if they got all the braziers out in time to save the crops, BlackBerry could easily see them all still out to the early hours just keeping the fires fed. He took another breath and added his voice back to the song. They were all in this together.