The Messiah

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7th of the Grand Harvest, 1548.

 

The halfling slowly walks down the dirt path, a bloodied shovel swung over his shoulder, two badly beaten Ologs lay fallen in his wake.

 

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"'e was rumored teh come 'en our darkes' 'ours. . . 'Eh 'alfin' so skilled wi't teh sh'ovel, so fest on 'is fee'. . . 'Eh 'alfin' t'at could fight'e. . ."  The old voice whispers.

 

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The halfling slowly approaches the shire, loyal shovel still over his shoulder, he'd pause for a moment glancing from his left to right. His eyes begin to water followed by a quick sniffle, the small combatant rubs both eyes with his forearm before continuing to remove his shoes, tossing them aside.

 

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"'e didn' follow all our laws. . . 'e couldn', 'speccially if 'e was gonna do w'ot 'e did. . . 'e was teh accepchion, we like eh't or no't."  The old voice croaked.

 

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The halfling continues down the shire, a smile on his face, old childhood memories rising from every sight he saw.

 

"Who teh fawk are yeh?"  The girl's voice questioned.

 

The halfling turned to face her, he glared into her eyes for a few moments before speaking out, loud and proud.

 

"Ronnoc McRoggerg."  The little warrior said out,

[Free The Hobbits 859]

Elder Bolo looks upon the man who walks into town, his strut uneven as the 'Messiah' picks up his ill fitted pants. He watches the Halfling heft up his rusty old shovel after beating up two crippled goblins.

 

"Wha' the fookin' shi' is this?"

 

He watches the Halfling walk up to the village, his shirt covered in grease and oil, perhaps he was a mighty warrior of old, perhaps he was just mentally ill. Bolo shakes his head with a laugh, "Kids these days"

[Harri 4815]

((did you actually take my idea of making a pvp halfling group omg 

[Roderick Greymane / Vegas 219]

*The ghost of Darius Goblinsfoe watches from the afterlife, nodding in approval, alongside him stand the seven other halflings of the Goblinsfoe clan. Each of them brandishing the tools of their trade, they smile and offer their patronage to the Messiah providing him with spiritual power of eight halfling warriors.* 

[Chaw 964]

Sadic Juansnatcher rests his hand on his heart, " 'e be teh true messiah! REEEEEEE"

[herculean_wud 3662]

A Cottonsnatcher with  a name so offensive it wasn't worth mentioning yelled out valianty, "Ah will join y' grea' messiah!"

[LPT 771]

Golo Harshovel un holisters his steel shovel as a random tumbleweed rolls by, and western music plays Golo says "I's toime t' bea' t' big'uns 'unce more."  Golo proceeds to challenge a big'un to 1.2.3 bang!

 

 

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.