THE CONTINUATION HAPPENING | DEMANDS TO DUNWEN

[Orlanth 4667]

"It's the revenge of those damn vikelans" Arch Duke of Ubuntu Buhrg'Lur coughed out as he laid sick in bed with 'halfling fever' "Cousin Daahd, @Sean_VEVO *wheeze* must get vaccines, quickly. We must protect Ubuntu!" The orc grinned maliciously as soon as he turned his back, having implanted microspirit shamanism into the vaccines beforehand.

[DizzyGrey 1229]

"Great. Now what the hell do we do?" Narithen Uialben of Lurin mutters as he looks over the missive. "So much for all that talk of 'Balian's the biggest threat to the halflings'." A hand disgustedly tosses the message into the flames.

[Benleft 2579]

"TAKEMURA LET ME COME WITH! LET ME COME WITH THIS TIME!!! TAKEMURA! LET ME JOIN THE ONI WARBAND FOR ONCE!!! I'M YOUR RIDE OR DIE, TAKEMURA! I'M YOUR BATTLE-BUDDY! LET ME JOIN THE ONI WARBAND," Monjaro screamed, seeing his bro Takemura ride out from the Sake-Gake gates without him again... 

[TysCreations 458]

Timothy peers over the the demands, raising a brow before the nit together in a confused anger. Just after his festival the orcs decid to declare war...on the halflings?

 

"what kind of mad man thinks we harbour vikelans? You banished them off the land did you not??"

 

gritting his teeth and sneared, slamming a knife through the page and the counter, leaving it upright in the missive.

 

"MADDNESS!"

[nepir 472]

A old man sits by his desk the mastercraft resting on a stack of papers, as his eyes scan the parchment that had been brought in. "What halfwit is claiming to be vikelian" Rubbing the bridge of his nose he glances to the mastercraft "What echo maniac called this down, pissing on the grave of a nation and all its fallen soldiers." His eyes slide back to the parchment. "And to the doorstep of halflings...."

[riorr 1970]

The newly appointed Sheriff of Dúnwen, Capt'n Took, was having an eventful first day on the job. First news arrived their neighbours were suffering a plague, now their village was threatened with war. She knew nothing of the reasons behind these crises but was just barely sharp enough to piece together the situation.

 

The path forward was not her decision, regardless, she would defend her fellows with her life. Unlike most of the Shire-folk, who had never seen war beyond the constant fight against garden weeds, the pirate innocent sailor was well-acquainted with it's harsh realities. As she surveyed her trophy wall, adorned with the heads of direwolves, she mused that it might soon bear one of an orc.

[The Black Lubba 563]

Lumia, secluded in her home, wonders what if she will finally find out what all the fuss is about halfling soup. She continued her training exercises regardless, intending on building her strength and agility for the coming war. 

[nerdy 250]

Meadow, freshly promoted to Deputy of Dúnwen, marches down a muddy path on a misty morn, only the sound of her barren feet hitting the earth echoing through the quiet dawn. Sighing wistfully, she'd look out on her village, across the lake, muttering for no other ears but her own "Moi mah alweys said teh gress wus loike teh eart's 'air..."

 

Reaching to go through her mail, she'd find only the missive, the halfling scrunching her face as she scanned the parchment. Looking contemplative, she'd quickly shove the parchment in it's entirety into her mouth, eating it whole. Meadow cannot read. 

The halfling would continue her morning, looking to her faithful companion, a sock puppet on her left arm whom she was convinced was a pig who could talk to her. "Et's loike Oi alweys tell yeh Geffrey, teh most emportant part o' every day es eh 'earty brekfast... an second breakfast... an third breakfast... an fou-" Meadow continued as she went and toddled back down the road, prattling on about breakfast(s), war the furthest thought from her mind. 

[Kardika 1057]

"OUTRAGEOUS!!" Vindacus cried out upon hearing this news.

"THE INVADERS WILL DIE!!!" He promised, rattling his fists with great resolve in his heart.

 

[Apotolofo 2204]

"For heaven's sake-" An exasperated Hera sighs at the page in her hands. "This is just embarrassing... And I don't even like the Vikelans! What happened to pick on someone your own side..." She shakes her head. "Honor my ass."  

 

Meanwhile, and undead sorceress can't help but cackle. "And I thought I was evil! Sure, I enjoy eating one or two now and then, but full out war? I can appreciate such cruelty..."

[wowj 9747]

On 9/7/2024 at 11:31 PM, Benleft said:

"TAKEMURA LET ME COME WITH! LET ME COME WITH THIS TIME!!! TAKEMURA! LET ME JOIN THE ONI WARBAND FOR ONCE!!! I'M YOUR RIDE OR DIE, TAKEMURA! I'M YOUR BATTLE-BUDDY! LET ME JOIN THE ONI WARBAND," Monjaro screamed, seeing his bro Takemura ride out from the Sake-Gake gates without him again... 

"LATSU ARE AN HONORARY ONI, MONJARO-SAN, HONMA IS ONI CLAN!" Takemura admit as he turned back to bring the Honma-Head with him into battle as battle-buddies.
 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

20 hours ago, Apotolofo said:

"For heaven's sake-" An exasperated Hera sighs at the page in her hands. "This is just embarrassing... And I don't even like the Vikelans! What happened to pick on someone your own side..." She shakes her head. "Honor my ass."  

 

Meanwhile, and undead sorceress can't help but cackle. "And I thought I was evil! Sure, I enjoy eating one or two now and then, but full out war? I can appreciate such cruelty..."

"Oh buck up,  youthful Niikgolug shamans. Their is balance to this ebb and flow. Sadly, the east must burn. So either get ready to start convincing halflings that the big Spirit Knox wants them to make it easier. Or just sit this out." Said some old shaman. 

 

A fiend plots to turn butter halfling nationalist into Imps. . .

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