[PK] Golden Fields

[riorr 1970]

 

The night was young. It was a bitter, murky one. A moon largely covered by clouds hung over Arcas. Heavy showers kept animals hidden away, only the damp loving bugs and night dwellers were out on this eve.
 
In the halfling village of Brandybrook, whilst all others slept, a tiny man wearing a red cloak headed to the docks. From there he would sail. In a small wooden rowing boat, with nothing but an aengul-aurum shovel, a flask of water and something wrapped in a woollen blanket, he set off. He would not be at sea too long, however the travel was by no means an easy one, for his vision was impaired by darkness, thick fog and torrential rain. Eventually though, he arrived...
 
In shadow, under the shelter of a weeping willow, a meeting took place by the light of a lantern. It lasted some hours- much had been discussed. The shovel had been left here. So had the cloak off of the weefolk’s back.
 
Now, the mans business was done. He unravelled the item in the blanket and after some refinement, ingested it, swilling it down with what water he had left. From there he wandered with naught left on his person- over hills, through dense forest, across a stream and into an open grain field. He could go no farther. He felt it. In the middle of the crops, he lay himself down. The halfling began to cough, then wretch up. He writhed around in pain, though made little noise besides an occasional soft grunt. 
A final thrash was made before he became still, wheat gently swaying around his body.

The skies kept crying but the gloom came to pass at long last, a most divine golden sunrise washing over him as his eyes flickered shut.

 

 

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Letter to the Residents of Brandybrook
 
Raised on my grandparents small, remote farm, I was an isolated child. They took me away from my parents when I was born, who were not the best of people. My grandparents certainly did not trust them to raise a kid. My upbringing was good, but this profound feeling of loneliness nagged at me into my early twenties. When I came to Brandybrook, this changed. No longer did I feel all by myself in life. I met my true friends. Eventually becoming Thain I found my place in the world. Among a community of fellow halflings- the best way for a weefolk to live. I hope that I have inspired courage in others and been a good figurehead. I hold the values and best interest of weefolk close to my heart.
 
However, in the last months, with the death of my Sheriff, good friend Deek and my son Pilip going missing among other tragedies, I have reached my breaking point. Not only that, but I am physically weakening. So, as you are reading this, it means I have gone through with taking my own life. I have seen many of my companions pass on and now it is my time.
 
This is my final testament.
 
The Will of Micah O’Connell 

The Brandybrook governmental system is to be changed. 
Henceforth there will be no more Deputy, but a Thain, two Elders who will act as advisors and keep the Thain in check, and a subordinate Sheriff.
If an Elder is to pass or drop their position, the Thain and living Elder will collectively decide on whom shall take their place. Each Thain will continue to be selected by the previous one. It is also up to the Thain’s discretion who is Sheriff.
 
Isalie Gardner
A beloved citizen of Brandybrook, great friend and wife to Taurin Gardner, you have shown me your quality. You possess characteristics of strong importance as a leader, and so I grant you the titles of Thain and New New Protector of Halflings. You will also gain Knox’s Magical Unification Thain Shovel and Thain Hat, passed to me by Rollo Applefoot.
 
Kit-Kat Applefoot 
In the short time I have known you, I have seen your remarkable character. You are young but spirit is awe-inspiring and warming. You possess powerful ambition. I entrust you to fulfil the role of village Elder.
 
F. Goldworthy
My cousin and good pal, since we reunited you have been a light in the dark. Though you are currently unknown, you will soon arrive to where you should be in Brandybrook. Unfortunately I will not be there as you expected. You are the second person I make Elder. I also leave you my cloak.
 
Alfie Greenholm
I know you have the willingness and ability to do well at this job, therefore you are now Sheriff. Your role is to maintain law and tradition within Brandybrook.
 
Individual private letters would be sent out along with the public missive, addressed from the late Thain.

 

To My Children

Spoiler

I love you more than anything. You can and will accomplish anything you set your mind to, just make sure it is for good. You have no guardian now, so look after each other. 

 

Halflings of the Talus Grove

Spoiler

Although you may not follow or no longer value tradition in the way I do, I hold nothing against you. You have all played a part in my life and been good to me. I wish you well.

 

Pelegren (Peg-Leg) Applebrook

Spoiler

You have been a wonderful friend to me and I admire you dearly. Know that I never intended to harm you with anything I said or did.

 

Burt Hassenfort

Spoiler

You are going to grow up and make a great impact. Be as strong and venerable of a man as your father was.

 

Niffle Gearspell

Spoiler

I do not know where you disappeared to, but I have missed you since you left all those years ago.

 

Incadence

Spoiler

I wish you all the best.

 

Chemi

Spoiler

You are the best shorc that ever lived. I hope you are eventually given the chance to learn golemancy.

 

A final letter was sent to Pervinca Driftwood, Buck, Taurin Gardner, Camilia Sackville, Gillsy and every other weefolk of Brandybrook.

Spoiler

Live as you feel is right and follow your own path wherever it may lead you. Keep in mind the importance of family, friends and tradition. Be kind to your new Thain and Elders. 

 

Farewell my family and friends. May we meet again one day.

 

Micah O’Connell

Thain of Brandybrook, New Protector of Halflings. 

 

[!] The official seal of Brandybrook

 

 

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[Britannicvs 2508]

Alfie Greenholm laments the life of Micah O’Connell, though he had only known him for three years. ”Never was there a finer Thain in Brandybrooks history, nor a finer friend. I shall serve ably as the new Shiriff, and do you proud Micah.” The Halfling declared with a sad smile.

[CanadianKiwiFlight 1901]

The winds blow within the golden wheatfields of Knox. A familar yet almost forget face watches as the breeze pulls across the soul of a new traveler. The bright eyed yet ghostly etheral man looks to the new arrival. “ Lo ‘here Micah, yeh did good mah friend, oi’m proud. “ says the lad with a large toothy grin, greeting the O’Connell into the skies above.

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Rolando Applefoot looks towards the missive, his brains frazzled as he looks towards the will and testament left aboard. “It appears ‘hat finalleh, aftah everythin’.. ‘his’ll beh ‘he last person who ‘as tah die.” he notes simply. His form still shaken and withered from the night prior, though the once emotionless strong man of a weefolk finds himself with a smile, looking to the suns above. In a way this end for everyone marked an actual beginning for the man.

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Rollingo the ethnic halfling looks towards the missive, spit-taking as his eyes shoot open. “WHA DAH ‘ELL?! MAH KIDDEH I’SAH ELDAH ‘ERE? Damn ‘his shi’ is’ah much easiah ‘hen oi expected..” the man says, then going to actually tell the news to Kit... since, she can’t actually read the will.

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Finally all that laces the ends of thought is the simple woman. The awful and discipicable halfling b*tch who frankly caused the trail of death in her steps onto the halfling village. Her lifeless body softly dragged into the abyss by the form of Arugula.. the speechless weelass has a moment to speak, her mind almost seemingly trapped in her body. “If onleh maybeh I jus’ decided tah beh a ‘ousewoife, possibleh.. jus’ possibleh.. ‘his would all ‘ave gone so much mer differen’.” says the girl, her mind beginning to reconsider all of what had just transpired. Though everyone knows that true evil actually knows no bounds. She found enjoyment in it all, and even in the decrypted and broken apart state the woman is in.. her mind’s eye seems to smile. “Per’aps oi’ll see yeh again someday meh lil Micah.” she says, her mind pulled further in the ocean’s dark blue...

[Notic 953]

He lit his pipe, sitting on his bed. He had no time to cry, too much had happened for him to shed more tears. It was time to take action. It was time to Kill Rollina.

 

[Apollyon 224]

On the small beach of Brandybrook stands a fifteen year old human boy with long brown hair, in a black leather vest and red shirt and eyes staring out at the sea with the waves of the ocean barely reaching the tips of his boots. He sighed deeply, expressionless in silence not able to shake off the thought that the thain had abandoned them all. “I hope you’re in a better place, but I doubt it.” Was the only thing he said, throwing a single white tulip up as it blew away with the wind and out at sea. 

[Jade_Emen 203]

Shock hits Isalie in the pit of her stomach. Not only at the loss of her leader, but now the torch has been passed to her. She must now lead her fellows through the storm. Is she  ready for it? Is anyone ever ready when fate swings their way? A moment passes. Isalie lifts her head, when did she lower it? and moves forward. ‘T’ank yeh Micah. Ah ‘hope ta do yeh proud’

[CorweenieTheJedi 892]

As the kind spirit of Micah O’Connell was carried to Knox’s Great Wheat field, the winds blew through the ethereal pasture. The tormented mind and soul was finally at peace. 

 

Waiting for him there was an old but stout looking halfling; with a big bushy beard, deep blue eyes, and a kind face. He smiled.

 

“Howdy Micah…”

 

~

 

Burt skipped along the road to Brandybrook to see Uncle Micah. He had made a pumpkin pie himself to give the Thain, and was looking forward to hearing stories that the halfling had.

 

He got to Micah’s residence and knocked on the door to the burrow, but got no response. 

 

Shrugging, figuring the Thain was busy, he decided to head to his own burrow and visit Micah later.

 

When he got to his burrow, he noticed a letter in his mailbox, addressed to him from Micah. Perplexed, he took the letter and went inside. Once he sat down, he set the pie on the table and opened up the letter.

 

As he read it, tears began to stream down his face. He dropped the letter and ran out his door, crying as he ran.

 

He ran, and ran, and ran. He wanted to run away from it all. He didn’t want it to be true. He ran until there was nowhere left to run, and he found himself at the spot where the Dinkle river meets the sea. He fell to his knees, where he bawled. 

 

First Deek Driftwood, and now Micah O’Connell, two of the only people who he could learn about his father. Two people who he loved, and looked up to. He collapsed onto the ground and buried his head in his own embrace, as he wept...

 

The flowers blew in the wind...

[Latelle 721]

Kit-Kat straight up JUMPS and pumps her fist in the air as soon as Rollingo told her that she had become village Elder. She didn’t know what that meant, but she knew it was good for her! Unfortunately, the illiterate wee lass was completely unaware of the circumstances in which she had risen to a position of power...

 

An old sheriff mumbles something to herself in whatever afterlife she had ended up in. She smiled very, very faintly, her expression tinged with a flicker of sadness, and ticked another tally off on her notepad, before staring off into the distance...she brings her hand back behind her and tosses the notepad away, letting it simply lie upon the ground as she turned on her bare heel, wandering off. The woman adjusted her hat, glad she’d never have to write a damn thing in that notepad ever again.

[MangoArt 399]

Pelegren sits, staring deeply at the letter written to him by his last old friend. ”They’re all dead now, then.” He says, swirling ice around in his glass of whiskey and staring through the drink into the painting hanging above his dining room table.

 

”Here’s to you, old pal.” He takes another long, deep drink from his glass and places it down.

[Forestdwarfman 300]

A few days later the news had reached the dwarven lands and Beorn’s ears. Grief would fall upon the young forest dwarf for he considered Micah a true friend of his. He had known the little halfling since he was only a little dwedki. “May mhe fat’eh Bjor now welcomed yer lel arse wet’ open arms. Ale ‘orns well bhe filled for yer arroival lel fellow.” Beorn would start packing for travels towards Brandybook, for he was certain he shall not miss his funeral. 

 

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