NotEvilAtAll 10906 Share Posted June 13, 2017 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Murder in the Morn Or- "The Great Halfling Massare" Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pGaz_qN0cw It was a pleasant and simple day, and all was going quite well for the halflings of Pendlemere-by-Cotton-Lake. Birds chirped in the morn as the leaves and grass swayed about in the wind, and the very substance of Cotton Lake itself seemed to glow with a majestic brilliance. A good day it was, a peaceful day, just like the hundred of other good days in the history of Pendlemere. This day was slightly different however, there had been a small incursion of Orcs, in which the big greenies demanded a large amount of tribute that the Halflings did not possess. Even due to the rudeness of these Orcs, the day was treated the same by the wee folk, pleasant, merry and jolly. Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9dbAfjlrks T’was harmonious for the better part of the early morn, the bright landscape remaining unchanged as is normal for Pendlemere and the Halflings. The farmers began to harvest the crops, the Halflings in the tavern began elevensies as they were all beginning to feel somewhat peckish. However, the peaceful area that was Pendlemere was being silenced by the stamping of galloping hooves coming off the dirt pathways leading into their small, quaint village. Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXVtpOHQqvY The wee folk began to scatter as the hooves got closer and closer to them, the faint outline of large figures could be seen riding closer in their steady gallop. Halflings of young and old grew nervous, a bump forming in each of their throats as the figures that were riding upon these war horses turned out to be a familiar set of large Orcs. The farmland shaking under their large feet, the tavern floorboards bouncing slightly as the group of invaders set their sights on the village they had just entered. Some Halflings even connected these invaders with the Orcs that had arrived earlier, but the ones who were close enough to notice would really wish they weren’t. The moment Gerald noticed the invaders, He began to prepare a small li’l birdie to fetch help, assistance, or aid. Unfortunately for the denizens of Pendlemere, Gerald was soon noticed, attacked, and impacted by one of the Orcish snagas((@Senor_Tortuga)), the hooves of the snagas horse impacting Gerald, sending him flying backwards and off of the hill he had been standing on. With Gerald lying down on the ground, bruised and defenceless, his face and body covered in blood, and his willpower utterly crushed, Gerald was soon finished off with a quick swing of the slave’s weapon, his body smashed into the ground, dead. His bleeding corpse later provided evidence that the ordeal even happened at all, in addition to an eye witness mentioned later on. However, Merridolph, who had been pleading to the Orcs, asking for them to spare Gerald, rushed off towards the storage burrow to fetch the tribute they had asked for. “You can’t go inside, you won’t fit.” Insisted the Halfling, “I’ll go in and get the tribute.” Merry walked inside, checking around the chests for the haybales. They did not nearly meet the quota, the resources scarce. The Halfling turned to the doors, before sliding a few workbenches and chests in front to block it. From one of the chests he produced a shovel, bolting for the edges and prying up the wood planks. He began burrowing beneath the storage burrow, piling up rocks behind him with enough space for air holes. The Halfling however continued to lose air, bolting to dig a small hole just large enough to air. However, it was immediately collapsed by a dashing baldheaded villain ((@Senor_Tortuga.)) The Uruks began piling dried sticks around the door to the burrow, lighting it aflame as smoke crept in. The Halfling, entombed by his own digging, began to choke to death on smoke. He screamed for help, but soon he had no air to breath- no sound to let free. He was silenced, and dead… He soon forgot, however, as he woke up in the sanctity of the cloud temple. When he returned, he would be unhappy with what he saw… completely unbeknownst that one of the casualties had been him. Pumpter, another halfling, had been wandering about the lands of Pendlemere, the landscape seemingly peaceful and quiet despite the atrocity happening but a stone’s throw away. Unfortunately, Pumpter was found by the Orcs, and swiftly dispatched by one of their number ((@Senor_Tortuga)), awaking in the cloud temple just much like Merridolph, not knowing of the terrible act that had occurred. Meanwhile, Velvet Took observed the whole thing from his burrow. He watched through terrified eyes as the orcs razed the village. He heard the tortured screams, saw the bloodshed. He saw Cotton Lake run red with blood, and could do nothing but panic. So he watched his village fall apart, the very waters he had known and loved polluted with the stench and hatred of death as the blood and hope of the halfling trickled away, discarded like food scraps in a compost bin, never to be seen again. Spoiler https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KXnacArn3M The Halfling village of Pendlemere-by-Cotton-Lake was ravaged during that fateful day, three halflings in total were killed, each of their tales of woe more terrible than the last. Merridolph, who suffocated in the tomb he dug for himself, thinking it would bring him escape, learned of the event after Velvet Took told him of the horrendous deed, together, they searched the ground for any remaining bodies, hoping to find the other halfling present during the massacre. They then stumbled upon Gerald’s body, lying face down by the pub’s hill, his face and neck covered in a sticky red mass that one can only assume used to be inside his body. The monks had not gifted Gerald with new life this time, for it seemed his life had ended for good, his motionless body nothing more than a sack of flesh covered in flies and all the other nasties of death. As for anything else that the duo of Velvet and Merridolph uncovered, there is none, the body of Pumpter still missing to this day. After nightfall had passed, the sun yet again rose over the halfling village of Pendlemere-by-Cotton-Lake, the terrors of the other day masked by the glowing ball of new hope, of promise, and of peace returning yet again. For the halflings are a resilient sort of folk, and thus, life moves onwards for the wee. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pogmeister 91 Share Posted June 13, 2017 "I hope the halfling folk are okay." The human said in a quiet and slightly sad tone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tea with Gwyn 218 Share Posted June 13, 2017 Having just arrived in Axios, Maive heard of this massacre through the grapevine and had to sit down to process it. The old half-blood buried his face in his hands and sighed. Later, Jeska heard of the event, as well. Her reaction was entirely different; she broke into a fury, fleeing to the wilds to take her anger out on trees or something. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Britannicvs 2508 Share Posted June 13, 2017 "Completely disrespectful! These orcs deserve a beating!" A friendly bigguns would proclaim. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
herculean_wud 3662 Share Posted June 13, 2017 Kuntklobbera shakes his head at the disrespect, "Tajo is an honorary now, not a slave" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archbishop 1784 Share Posted June 13, 2017 Felix Fitch frowns upon hearing the news of the peaceful folks slaughter at the hands of brutish beasts. "They need another extermination. Also the halfling village is within Lorraines land... so they attacked a vassal of the Empire?" asks Felix Fitch to the others within the Mardon palace. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
overlord2305 202 Share Posted June 13, 2017 "Fur krug'z zayk, wub happunud tu juzt intimidayting da short'unz intu paeing up...zkahin numbzkullz" oracle grumbled Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
PraiseTheLord 868 Share Posted June 13, 2017 9 hours ago, NotEvilAtAll said: Even due to the rudeness of these Orcs, the day was treated the same by the wee folk, pleasant, merry and jolly. Hazurk fondly remembers the Halflings spewing insults the moment they arrived, shouting at them to '**** off' and destroying one of their shrines. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MangoArt 399 Share Posted June 13, 2017 5 hours ago, Honor said: Hazurk fondly remembers the Halflings spewing insults the moment they arrived, shouting at them to '**** off' and destroying one of their shrines. 0 Merridolph wonders how anyone else would react to a large incursion of soldiers, of a race known for eating Halflings, demanding to be paid... Not to mention, it was a shrine the Halflings were forced to construct and went against their little Halfling religion. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Sug 2809 Share Posted June 13, 2017 A young squire sits beneath the outside of a smithy with a few of his kinsmen chuckling about the future orc genocide to come as they sharpen their swords and sip spirits. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotEvilAtAll 10906 Author Share Posted June 24, 2017 Madeline Applebrook would shed a tear of sorrow for the halfling souls lost on that fateful day. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
gandalfo 1452 Share Posted August 11, 2017 Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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