Sword Regulation Act, 1787

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

[!] A note is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard

Sword Regulation Act

With recent events, it has come to my attention that the Elven-made weapons so kindly gifted to us should be regulated better. We are far to apt to carrying them around when we do not need to, and they have started to take the place of the trusty shovel.

Swords are only useful for fighting against Demons. They have no use for anything else in this village. As such, they are not to be held by anyone from this point onwards, except in the instance of Demonic attack.

The following rules are to be put into effect:

All swords are to be held within the Storage Burrow at all times.

They are only to be taken from the Storage Burrow during Demonic attacks.

Shovels are to be freely provided next to the Tavern, for any halfling who wishes to protect themselves in a more proper fashion.

 

I recognize that I, the Sheriff, have committed fault by carrying around a sword instead of a shovel in the past. I too shall follow this new law, and make amends by ensuring that others do so as well.

-Filibert Applefoot,

Sheriff of Brandybrook.

 

[!] The note ends with the official seal of Brandybrook, a seal that has not seen use in a very long time.

 

[!] Another scrap of paper is nailed next to it:

Exceptions will be provided for the purposes of slaughtering animals.

 

[YoFro 10]

Maggot walks up to the board, scratching out the words “Sheriff of Brandybrook” with a piece of Charcoal. 

 

“Ironic,” he mumbles to himself, tossing the charcoal on the ground, walking away with a cigar in his mouth chuckling.

[Nug 2011]

A halfling with brown, wild hair scratched his noggin’ with dirty, almost green-stained fingers as he read over the notice. His bushy brows furrowed into a confused slant, his head tilting as he began to sport a gentle frown and shout aloud in a rambling fashion to any other wee folk gathering in front of the notice board. 

 

“Moi ‘ead is startin’ to spin! Who is makin’ teh rules ‘round ‘ere!? Is Filibert even teh Sheriff anehmore, oi thought ‘e was relieved boi teh Thain?! Regardless, oi agree with ‘im, weh canno’ forsake our culture, our ‘ands aren’t made to wield teh sharp arms of teh bigg’uns! KNOX AN’ TEH ASPECTS, SAVE US ALL!” 

 

[AmorphousSolid 16]

Gillsy pops out of her hole in a rare and not to be repeated appearance. “T’at’s rediculous, we can kill loivestock jus’ foine wit’ shovels!” 

[Notic 953]

Edward sighed, “He makes demands and yet he lost his position. Despite this, I should keep my weaponry inside the Shrimp’s Storage. A jail cell isn’t exactly appealing ever since I escaped one.”