Bloody Snow, Broken Shovels

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

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[!] An excerpt from the Daisy Applefoot’s diary is torn out and nailed to the Dunshire Noticeboard

Dear Diary...

I woke up from some sort of coma just a few days ago, not remembering much of what had happened. The last thing I remembered was the ol’ Dunshire Snowball Fight and the fun we had there. To help me recollect my memories and to put together an account of these events for posterity, I shall write here.

It had all started out fine and dandy, with the Pro-Rollo snowball fighters (Supporting the Thain) on one side of the Clearing and the Anti-Rollo snowballers (Supporting the Elderson the other. A handful of bigguns had gathered to watch the ordeal as well, adding to the hype about what was to come. Shouts were exchanged between the snow-forts, and everyone appeared to be ready. The rules were simple and easy to understand. Each side would use snow, eggs, sticks, and sheer willpower to get to the others’ fort and steal their flag. Whoever captured the enemy flag would be named leader of Dunshire.

Nighttime fell on the clearing, and torches were brought out to provide light for the upcoming fight. Both sides readied their shovels, donned their protective helmets, recounted their supply of snow, and mentally prepared themselves for the battle.

The battle begun with the mighty “WHOOOM!” of the Snow-ballista being fired upon the Elders’ fort as the Thain charged out to meet the Thain and his allies. Sadly, the Thain was beaten back when he realized he had not brought any snowballs with him. I retreated as well after taking a few hits.

After another charge from the Thain, another shot of the Snow-ballista, and some improper halfling distracting the third Thain snowball warrior, the Pro-Thain forces regroup for one final charge on the base of the Elders.

The Elders and their allies soon came out of their fort to greet us, and a vicious melee ensued. With our padded sticks and leather helmets, we fought each other for control of the entrance to Fort-Elder. The fighting got progressively worse as time went on, and soon some blood was being shed on both sides (T’was but mere flesh wounds, thankfully). The Thain made a sudden break for the Elders’ flag, and from here onwards my memory blanks out.

From what I gathered after I regained consciousness, I had been smacked hard in the head by the same improper halfling who had distracted one of the Thain supporters earlier in the battle. The battle must’ve been called off or something, because I have yet to hear of anyone winning. I suppose if a snowball fight will not be able to conclude this conflict, something else will.

 

-Daisy Applefoot, Deputy of Dunshire

15^th of Malin’s Welcome, 1687

 

 

[Inferno_Ougi 1454]

The account of Halfling warfare gives Glottgut flashbacks to Krug’Nam.