There among the lilypads [PK]

[Le_Psit 405]

(artist: RainbowPhilosopher on Deviantart)

It was a quiet day in the Shire of Cobblecroak, Breasal Nimblefoot

carried out his daily chores before manning the tavern for a night.

Eager to see some lovely faces around him, he served

the few that accompanied him. However, fate had other plans.

With a sudden collapse on the floor, he was carried

back to his burrow. There he draw his final breath.

 

Letters would be carried out by frogs

to the following places and people

 

To the Shire notice board:

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My dear friends, the time has come for me to venture into The Golden Wheatfields, where I shall meet with all my beloved ones and revel in the company of Billybob. If there's one thing I'd say to anyone reading this, is that you fight; fight for your dreams, your kin, your loved ones, your beliefs. Never surrender, life is a great and treacherous journey, that is why you must always keep going and persist. Should any willing Halfling take up the mantle of Froggekemp of Frogtoppia so be it; take up the lilypad crest and valiantly defend Frogtoppia as I had done.

 

To Madoc'Lur, Obok and the rest of the Shaman & Pumpkin Lodge:

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My fellow Shamans if you are reading this it means I have passed away. I'm now in the company of my ancestors, you may visit me if you wish for my wisdom. As I'm no longer there to lead the Pumpkin Lodge, I declare Obok as my successor and place him in charge. Though I fear our ways will once again be forgotten, should any Halfling wish to become a Shaman, help them in my name.

 

To the Mossborn clan:

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My fellow kin, I'm no longer part of this world. Though most may not know of me, know that I was indebted to Tuzic and Garedyn Mossborn for saving my life. For you I wish to know that my family the Nimblefoots, are always in your aid; and I wish our descendants to foster the same friendship as I had done.

 

To the Nimblefoot family:

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My dear family, if you are reading this it means I have passed away. Do not weep for me, as I am once again reunited with my dear Mimosa. To all of you I leave my burrow and everything I had acquired, it is yours now. I am to be buried with my armor, cane and shield, there among the lilypads of our enchanted lake. Should things become difficult for your journeys, know this; look up to the stars, for they will guide you on your path, I will always be there beside you as your guide.

 

 

And thus with a flip of a coin

Fates changes once more

[Wulfric 472]

''waddya mean hes dead of old age??? it has onleh been several decades since he taught me.''

A confused Obok Metaldrinks asked the messenger, still not used to the short living spans of other races.

[Ardory 2978]

Zabub'Lur, a now aging orc and teacher of Breasal, puts down the letter and lets out a long sigh. He eyes the candlelight next to him, the flame flickering out as darkness encroaches from the surroundings.

 

"Dezpite my diztaste for the Immortalz, I hope you zerved Laklul well, Braesal. In Ztargush'ztroh may you prozper forevermore among the zwampz beyond mortal reach."

[TysCreations 458]

on the other side, within the vast golden feilds, breasal would be greeted by a familiar face, a saddened smile on his expression.

"hello old friend"

[NotEvilAtAll 10906]

"I'm sorry I could nay be with you in yer final 'ours..." laments Isabelle Applebrook, a relative of the Nimblefoots.