To All Halflings

[Petyr 485]

*You see a small cage of ravens with a slip of sheepskin attached to them. It reads as follows:*

My fellow halflings,

I have begun the search for a suitable location for a halfling town. I know that, within this mysterious world, there must be a grand place for the halflings. By the time you reply with one of these ravens, I will most likely have found this location. If you are interested in helping build this community, reply with one of the spare birds in the cage.

Sincerely, Petyr

[Slic3man 484]

*Gralka begins setting up traps near the bird pen to catch halflings and bring them home for a yummy meal, then runs off with his traps very well hidden*

[Secret Lizard President 313]

*Approaches the cage, unaware of the traps, but manages to get there safely... and sends a bird* I am Pip Wheatfield, and I wish to join your halfling community! I am a great farmer and would be a great addition to this new town! But for the sake of all that is good, please oh please don't invite any orcs!

[Sorsby 123]

*Stumbles upon the cage of ravens, after reading reading the message Tibb begins writing his own on a piece of paper he tore from a book...*

After leaving the boat I found myself in a strange new land, with little to do... I wish to join your community and help my fellow Halflings so that we may too make a name for ourselves in this new mysterious world.

Signed, Tibb Fairfield.

*Gently tying the message to the leg of a raven with some grass, he hopes the tie will last as he sets the bird free... Noticing a trap in the corner of his eye, he skilfully avoids it and carries on exploring the new land, awaiting a reply.*

[Lym 849]

The rain falls as Lym finds the cage with the pigeons and the note. He sits down under a nearby tree, and reads it.

... 10 minutes later ...

Lym finishes his message and places the tiny letter in the crawl of the raven.

Greetings Petyr, you sneaky little bugger! How ya doin'? Building another Dunwood, need help? I am quite sure you don't want another 'Thistledown' popping up, haha! Give me directions and I will come along, with Faldo, my friend!

[[OOC: Lym still knows you. He became basicly a new person when turning Undead. So Perdoleo = Gone, Lym the Halfling = Survived ^^]]

[Petyr 485]

OOC: I will contact you all today. I picked the land for the halflings long ago, but obviously we must RP it. The hills are there just begging to be dug. I know you'll like it.

[Dalek348 1962]

*Faldo shelters under a birch tree, the sound of strangers mingling in polite conversation mixing with the soft pattering of rain on the leaves above him. Faldo sits, leaning on the trunk of the tree with a raven happily hopping about at his feet. He scribbles his note down on a piece of parchment a kind Dwarf gave to him, droplets of water fall onto the parchment, smudging some letters, but they remain legible*

Petyr. I have heard that name. Of the Brandybucks, I presume? I am Faldo, of the Featherfoots. Long story short, my family are dead, and I have no one else but my friend Lym who I have met on my adventures. I hope to become part of a community, and I am not afraid of toil one bit. I hope to stumble across you in my adventures, and hope our community flourishes.

Best wishes, Faldo.

~~~

"I very much hope you don't get lost in this storm. The rain is truly frightful" Faldo mutters to the bird, as it looks quizzically at him, as if it understands. Faldo attaches the note to the birds leg, "There you go, lad", the raven chirps his goodbye, and flies into the storm, disappearing into the mist.

[Slic3man 484]

*Gralka comes back over to find his traps filled with chickens, eh good enough. He drags them away.*

[Gamil Irongut 4]

*approaches the cage takes a raven and rights his not* Hello i am Keego Lightfoot and i am alone and lost here in this new place. I wish to join my fellow halflings. Please help me find my way. *finishes his note and lets the raven go*

[Guest Jhonen]

*Jhonen finds his way to the note and excitedly reads hoping that this place will bring the safety and peace Dunwood held. He hastily grabs one of the few birds and write his letter*

Hail Petyr! I have heard of you and wish to join in your noble plan to once again provide us with a safe and warm home. My name is Jhonen and I hope I can bring my farming and cooking and aid in whatever way I can. Hope to see you soon Jhonen

[VonEbs 1224]

((so. Many. Halflins....

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Six? You call that too many Halflings?))

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

If ye fellows need any 'elp it would be me pleasure te assist me 'alflin' mates, guard ye grove 'n such.

[LuigiNova 28]

*Stumbles upon the letter and gets on his tip toes and reaches it before concentrating on reading as he begins his walk in circles to keep him amuses while reading*

*As Tamara has been so far out of contact from his fellow breed has a slight pause of happiness as he murmurs the following read words*

*Tamara patiently awaits his old hawk arriving after his whistle and attaches a small curled piece of parchment to his old grey feathered hawk, as he's sets it free in hope of a reply*

*Tamara begins hs journey back in hope of well breaded ale..*

[loakmendbe 62]

Jinks glances up at the raven cage, noticing the sheep skin and jumping up to grab it, reading it over a few times begins to scavenger for a suitable writing material. After finding a shop and paying for a piece of wool and ink, Jinks begins to write

H-Hello? I found this Raven with sheep skin... And I-I just woke up from being under care of the monks.. I would like to help build a Halfling community with fellow Halflings to be under care of, I don't want to be in danger of anything.. Just to live in a peaceful life...

-Jinks