An Un-invitation

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

[!] A note is pinned to the Honeyhill Noticeboard. A few copies are spread around the lands of the Southern Big-folks (Oren) for good measure.

You're Un-Invited!

[!] A halfling glares at you as you sneak a peak at the notice. It seems you aren't welcome here with your powdered wig and Orenian accent.

Dear thieving bigguns of the south. You know who you are. I don't remember inviting you here to the village, yet you still come and bring with you crime, vandalism, and other evils. My patience has grown thin, so thus I grant thee this ultimatum:

 

You're Un-invited from Honeyhill! Keep your pockets full of your own belongings and not ours, and learn the difference between our cattle and your cattle, and then maybe things will change. Until then, KEEP OUT!

 

Ye will not be allowed back in as guests until the following reparations are paid to us peoples of Honeyhill:

-Four Sacks of Iron Bars

-Two sacks of Cured Leather

-A note of apology

Any friends of the south-bigguns may pay the reparations in their stead; I do not mind who pays it exactly, only that it is paid and their crimes undone, however little.

 

Any biggun folks from the south found trespassing on village property (except on the business of paying the reparations) will be asked to leave. Exceptions will be provided on a case-by-case basis. Good natured farming folks from the south need not ask for an exception, as they all shall be provided one by default. A good farmer knows not to steal cattle.

 

-Filibert Applefoot, Elder of Honeyhill.

Spoiler

Image is from The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, owned by New Line Cinema

 

[tazombo 248]

Callum Fiddleberry shakes his head in disappointment, "Wot's the worl' come tew... T'ey betteh replace wot they stole!"

[Tabby64 1464]

[!] A war horn could be heard echoing across Honey Hill as Durin Hammerforge would march into the town, ready to defend the halfings from the thief.

[riorr 1970]

Jean Applebottom stirred pumpkin pie mix whilst peering over the notice, across the room sat her grandmother, Meemaw Applebottom @ImNerdiie. "T'at's roight! Stay ou' ye mischief-makers. Oi've 'ad it up ter -" She lifted her wooden spoon above her head, splashing mixture onto her face, "- up ter 'ere wit' t'ese shenanigans!" With a shake of her head the wee lady resumed stirring.

[nerdy 250]

Meemaw would tut, shaking her head "Bigguns.. t'ink t'ey're entitled teh everyt'ing jus 'cuz t'ey're wot, beg?" She'd start a new row on scarf she was knitting, arthritis laced fingers whizzing away with the experience that came with being really old. Glancing up at Jeannette @Rioling, she'd purse her lips "Oi 'ope ye dun expect meh teh 'elp ye clean up teh kitchen- argh, moi back..." Meemaw would wince bringing her hand back to clutch her back, shortly peeking one eye open to see if the charade worked at all on her granddaughter.

[burntgoosebuns 282]

"The sense of entitlement on some people," a purple-haired 'ker comments idly to herself as she helps Filibert install new security measures.

[The Harbinger 336]

Robbin' off the 'alflin's? Damn t'ats low." Glod mutters, as he walks through Oren's poorer villages, seeing how the poor were ignored.