Of Farewells and Other Things

[ForeverGinger 148]

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Well, it may be a bit late for it now, but here goes nothing.  We may as well get all of the Out-Of-Character stuff out of the way, before I start crying too hard.

 

I will be (have been?) taking a long hiatus from LOTC.  With no where else to post, I suppose the Halfling thread is the best of places.  You folks here have always been, and always will be, some of the best friends I have ever had the privilege to meet.  Every single one of you have been great friends, and I will always cherish the silly little role-play sessions we had during my time as one of my many personas.  I especially want to thank Heff and Jandy for putting up with me as much as they did, teaching me the ropes when I was still new to the server and tended to care more about pixels than dialogue.

 

As a side note, what the heck were you people thinking when you elected me as mayor?

 

The adventures I had, and the ones I put together, will remain as some of the most fun I have ever had on the server.  The group (Farryn, Bethykinss and myself) enacted some of the wackiest, most out-of-the-box scenarios I had ever role-played (and this is coming from a DM).  The entire Halfling Fam was so good to me, and I can only hope I repaid some of that goodness in the form of my events.  As I leave, as so many others before me have done, I feel the need to lay out some advice: Don't take the game to seriously.  If having fun means breaking lore, then do it.  If it means spending hours of your life digging through countless stone pickaxes to create an off-the-charts tunnel system, then do it.  If it means staying up until eleven at night building, then do it.  It will all be worth it if people enjoy it.

 

I will be back,

Ginger

 

A scrawny halfling drags himself from his bed, sleep eluding him once more.  He trots out from beneath the warm embrace of his covers, heading towards the sea.  The sea had always been his special place, in Gimblewood, in Goodborough, and in Willow Hollow.  The sea had always listened to him, through good times and not-so-good.  The ginger-topped hobbit grinned to himself, remembering another time when he looked out over the sea.

 

The Boggle Wolf, the Under-burrows, even the Castle in the Sky.  They had all been grand adventures.  In one lifetime he, Perdric Wanderwine, had stolen more, drank more and eaten more than any biggun' alive.  He had faced down the dreaded White Wolves of Gimblewood, and climbed the Great Beanstalk.  He had first ventured into the Under-burrows, and found the beasts that lurked within.  He had gone to all lands, of all races, and had stolen from each one.  He had even been elected mayor, before the end of Goodborough.  Perdric chuckled to himself as he pulled a small coracle from its resting place.

 

"I's Mista' Perdric Wanderwine, last o' th' Wanderwine Fam'lee.  I's Th' Wolf Wrestler an' th' Under-Walker.  I've drank th' Ale o' th Sky Giant's, an' dodged th' Greenskins.  I's the best stealer 'round 'ere, Th' Little Pest!  I's th' Pipeweed Prince, an' an Almost-Drood.  I survived th' wrath o' th' Skygods themselves, when they froze poor ol' Goodborough! "

 

The wee figure set the small ship afloat, pulling a paddle in beside him as he set out to sea,

 

"I am Mista' Perdric Wanderwine, and I will r'turn 'ome..."

[_Jandy_ 3519]

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[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

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[Heff 2460]

an aged ginger haired halfling writes in his book 

[dm420 186]

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[Larry Shortoak 297]

Somewhere far off on an adventure, Larry's spine tingled as he heard the news of his old friend's departure, one of the first friends he had made while he lived in Goodborough in fact. The now old man sighed as he remembered their first conversation and the drink they shared in the tavern, a small smile forming across his visage as he set up his little camp for the night.

"I 'ope te see ye again one day Perdy." he'd mumble to himself as he sat under a short oak tree.

(See what I did there)

As the sun dipped down toward the horizon, Larry would light his pipe, filled with pipeweed as he knew was Perdric's favourite, he admired the beauty of the colours and of their friendship that had stretched on for quite some time. But once the sun had vanished and the moon had taken over the vast and open skies, he emptied his pipe, wrapped himself up near his faithful companion Bucky, his beaver and fell off to sleep near the crackling of a warm fire.

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(I know it's not a halfling but I liked it so... Whatever)

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                                                                   I miss you already.

~*~