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  [!] A message is sent to every halfling on the Spicy Shrimp

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Our home of Brandybrook lies in ruins. Our own wee bodies have survived, but now we are out on the open sea instead of on firm ground with crops to farm and parties to hold. We cannot stay on this ship forever, as our supplies are limited and our souls yearn for a quiet shire life once more.

We can either choose to resettle Brandybrook somehow, slowly clearing away all of the burned burrows and building new ones, or sail someplace else and build a new home there. Those are our only two options.

I want the Thain and Elders to decide this quickly, or else we shall sit on the sea for longer and longer, our provisions slowly dwindling with no new harvest to replace them.

-Filibert Applefoot

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Sean Puddlefoot slammed down his fist on a map, standing tall in the Meeting Room, “Oi will not let our death’s be prolonged fer no reason ot’er t’an stubbornness o’ our propers! Te toime t’ew start new is now!”

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1 minute ago, VWebb said:

Sean Puddlefoot slammed down his fist on a map, standing tall in the Meeting Room, “Oi will not let our death’s be prolonged fer no reason ot’er t’an stubbornness o’ our propers! Te toime t’ew start new is now!”

”Once t’a fires die down, which alreadeh beh happenin’, t’ere is no more danger ‘n Brandybrook if we wish ter resettle. I’ve heard tha’ t’a bigguns are doin’ well agains’ t’a Demons ter. Weh need crops, some’ow. Wha’ever t’a case be, weh go’’a settle down someplace where crops grow! Weh cannae grow anehthin’ on t’a open sea!” Responds Filibert Applefoot

 

”Maybeh oi’ll gather a few o’ us wee’uns ‘n ah lifeboa’ an’ head back ter t’a village, seein’ ‘ow she fares. If we ‘ave enough good soil lef’ for farmin’, weh can live t’ere once more.”

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[!] Rufus; strangely sober, would walk out to the upper deck of the spicy shrimp to give his opinion. “**** t’is damned continent!” Rufus would yell, seeming quite out of his mind. The alcoholic grunts. ”Oi jus’ wanna leave d’es awful place. Et’s nawt loike weh got aneh’otha’ place teh live, soh why doin’ we leave f’er anotha’ continent an’ just settle t’ahr f’er awhole? Meh’beh stay permanently?.. Oe’r a’ long es’ weh cahn stay’h d’er wit’out gehtin’ fawk’ed in teh arse boi teh’m demon fuckers...” Rufus would pause for a moment. He would then pivot around and would return to one of the lower decks, likely to cry his lack of alcohol away.

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1 minute ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

”Once t’a fires die down, which alreadeh beh happenin’, t’ere is no more danger ‘n Brandybrook if we wish ter resettle. I’ve heard tha’ t’a bigguns are doin’ well agains’ t’a Demons ter. Weh need crops, some’ow. Wha’ever t’a case be, weh go’’a settle down someplace where crops grow! Weh cannae grow anehthin’ on t’a open sea!” Responds Filibert Applefoot

 

”Maybeh oi’ll gather a few o’ us wee’uns ‘n ah lifeboa’ an’ head back ter t’a village, seein’ ‘ow she fares. If we ‘ave enough good soil lef’ for farmin’, weh can live t’ere once more.”

“Oi can easily get a supply chain goin’ on Theo’s tiny boat, but we will lose if we go back t’ere! Oi’ve been sayin’ t’is fer years, but shite ain’t safe anymore!” Sean yelled, “We ‘ave lost good halflin’s already!”

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Greta stroked her chin, pondering for a moment as she tapped her cane on the floor. ”Despite the recent victories of the bigguns against the demons, I do believe Rufus and Sean may be correct in this case. There has long been talk of abandoning Arcas and sailing to a new world, and given the waste lain upon Aegrothond and Siramenor, I do believe that the destruction of Brandybrook was inevitable, and that resettling it would be rather pointless. Until such a time comes where more in Arcas are willing to make the journey across the sea, my advice would be to seek temporary accomadations wherever we can; perhaps a temporary village or an encampment of sorts.”

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1 minute ago, VWebb said:

“Oi can easily get a supply chain goin’ on Theo’s tiny boat, but we will lose if we go back t’ere! Oi’ve been sayin’ t’is fer years, but shite ain’t safe anymore!” Sean yelled, “We ‘ave lost good halflin’s already!”

”Lose ‘ow? Demons ain’ gonna come fer Brandehbrook again. T’a gian’ pumpkin was obli’era’ed by t’a bombkins. Nay more worries back t’ere. Nay more worries anehwhere, unless weh settle ‘n Korvassa fer some reason. Oi trus’ ah proper yearly harves’ more t’an Theo’s tiny ol’ boat! Les’ go an’ make ah new shire somewhere, be ‘t on our ol’ ruins or someplace else!”

Filibert says, getting a bit impatient with the immaterial halfling sailor as they sit in the meeting room.

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4 minutes ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

”Once t’a fires die down, which alreadeh beh happenin’, t’ere is no more danger ‘n Brandybrook if we wish ter resettle. I’ve heard tha’ t’a bigguns are doin’ well agains’ t’a Demons ter. Weh need crops, some’ow. Wha’ever t’a case be, weh go’’a settle down someplace where crops grow! Weh cannae grow anehthin’ on t’a open sea!” Responds Filibert Applefoot

 

”Maybeh oi’ll gather a few o’ us wee’uns ‘n ah lifeboa’ an’ head back ter t’a village, seein’ ‘ow she fares. If we ‘ave enough good soil lef’ for farmin’, weh can live t’ere once more.”

[!] Rufus stops right before he can return back to the lower decks. He looks back at Filibert, furious. ”Teh fock yeh mean weh’cahn resettle Brandeh? It’s behn fucked soh ha’d ‘e shouldn’t even troi lookin’ fer ah’ new place teh settle on teh entire fuckin’ continent o’ Arcas! We’d beh kicked oot boi teh bigguns ef’ dey t’ink we’re gonna do d’at again!” Rufus would pivot once more and would then return to the lower decks, this time stomping; both hands making fists. He’d be visibly fuming in anger.

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1 minute ago, Noixkaloni said:

[!] Rufus stops right before he can return back to the lower decks. He looks back at Filibert, furious. ”Teh fock yeh mean weh’cahn resettle Brandeh? It’s behn fucked soh ha’d ‘e shouldn’t even troi lookin’ fer ah’ new place teh settle on teh entire fuckin’ continent o’ Arcas! We’d beh kicked oot boi teh bigguns ef’ dey t’ink we’re gonna do d’at again!” Rufus would pivot once more and would then return to the lower decks, this time stomping; both hands making fists. He’d be visibly fuming in anger.

Filibert Applefoot sighs, watching Rufus run off.

”Ash beh good fer crops, yeh know. Oi tes’ed ‘t mehself before all t’is Demon crud ever surfaced, back when oi was younger. T’ere's s’ill green bi’s lef’ ‘n Brandehbrook, an’ oi dink tha’ par’ o’ t’a village didnae even blow up! Jus’ t’ink o’ ‘t, weh go’ enough ash ter fer’ilize harves’s ‘till t’a cows come home, an’ a few burrows s’ill lef’ standin’ ter live ‘n as wehll as t’a ol’ bunker an’ our ship!

He'd grumble to himself something about butterflies.

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1 minute ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

Filibert Applefoot sighs, watching Rufus run off.

”Ash beh good fer crops, yeh know. Oi tes’ed ‘t mehself before all t’is Demon crud ever surfaced, back when oi was younger. T’ere's s’ill green bi’s lef’ ‘n Brandehbrook, an’ oi dink tha’ par’ o’ t’a village didnae even blow up! Jus’ t’ink o’ ‘t, weh go’ enough ash ter fer’ilize harves’s ‘till t’a cows come home, an’ a few burrows s’ill lef’ standin’ ter live ‘n as wehll as t’a ol’ bunker an’ our ship!

He'd grumble to himself something about butterflies.


Greta shakes her head. ”You’re making a bold assumption in claiming that demons won’t attack Brandybrook again. Regardless of what we do, our days on this continent are numbered. I fear anything we build will be destroyed sooner or later.”

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Bass took one of the dozen life boats back to the spicy shrimp. Going to retrieve his final set of belongings. However as he went to go down to the lower portion of the ship. He noticed a crowd of people discussing about where they settle next. So for a short period the small man decided to chip in ”In mi ‘umble opinion I realleh tink weh shoul’ get up an go. Sounds’eh bi’ foolish if weh stay ‘ere. Instead I recommend tha’ we begin on som’ sorta camp, thas’ until weh come up wit’a more stable idea”  

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