A Small Cry For Help

[ForeverGinger 148]

 

The Halfling town of Goodborough is a small, peaceful place. Little people busy about with their day-to-day chores: cleaning burrows, sweeping porches and weeding the numerous fields. All is good, and all is quiet...

 

Until that fateful day...

 

It began like any other. Halflings wandered about the rolling hills and chatted with neighbors. There was much work to do, and many more who were eager to do it...

 

Then the magic began...

 

It began quiet, subtle even. A faint rumbling in the distance echoes through the village, causing wee folk to stop what they're doing and look up from their chores. What could that be, they wonder, turning to neighbor and family alike did anyone else hear that? 

 

They went back to their work, oblivious to the horrors that would soon come...

 

The roaring grew louder through the day, growing into a wild crescendo of noise. As the noise roared in the ears of the village, so did something else. A wave of magic like nothing the peaceful inhabitants had ever seen washed over the sleepy village. Magic evil in nature and vile in purpose...

 

The wave was heralded by the Skygods, who lead and guided this malevolent force to envelope the defenseless township.

 

And so, perfection came to Goodborough...

 

The magic seeped into hill and vale, into wood an pond like worms burrowing into a fresh corpse. The wave crashed over house and home, working a spell that entangled the very fabric of reality. Clocks ceased their ticking. Birds were caught mid-flight, frozen in the sky they once navigated so freely. The fields refused to grow, even the wind itself would not blow...

 

Goodborough was frozen in time, a twisted playground for the Skygods...

 

On a nearby hill, outside the confines of the magic, the Halfling refugees surveyed their once-prosperous village. One among them falls to his knees, and begins to sob.

 

"W-why? Why would ye doo this t'us?" Perdric Wanderwine crys out, peeking through his shock of bright orange hair "We did all ya' asked of us! We went undah' th' bigguns! Now we've lost evreh'thing! Where are we t' go now!?"

 

Who can answer that question?

 

((On a sad note... it seems Halflings are finished... Would any nation be willing to share a bit of land with us? Pretty please?))

[ForeverGinger 148]

Reserved

[Nation of Aeroch Nor 17]

13th of the Amber Cold, 1519

 

"The Nation of Aeroch Nor hears the pleas of our nearby neighbors, the Halflings, and would grant them the land they need to populate and regulate themselves as a Village under the Nation of Aeroch Nor.

 

 

For more information, Magistrate Kyral Winterleaf would be the one to speak to.

-Signed by The Aeroch Nor Council

-Siigned By Magistrate Kyral Winterleaf."

 

((If you all have questions, add me on skype at Vardakxarkelos))

[Skippy 2466]

4th Of Snow's Maiden, 1520

 

"The Grand Kingdom of Urguan has close bonds to the halfling people in both culture and blood. We wish for your people to grow stronger next to us by giving them land of the dwarven valleys under Kal'Akash. Should you accept, the whole non-snowy area of the valley would be the location of the halfling village. Dwarven smiths can supply hoes and other tools needed to live life while halflings help out with farming.

 

 

If you wish to take us up on this offer, contact the Grand King Skippy Irongut ((skippy369)) or the Lord Steward Bazian Grandaxe ((TEEbrown))

[Elad™ 560]

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