Fur T'e 'alflin's!

[danic 352]

The small, dull blue eyed Halfling, stands as high has his little toes can take him. Looking around at his people, going about their usual business, he clears his throat, and shouts as loud as his little lungs can follow.

"'Ello my feller 'alflin's! Ye' all might not know me one bit, let meh introduce me self! I am Cinad Clockwork! I'm not usually in t'e Vale often, my reason I'll announce shortly'! First let meh ash ye' all; 'ave ye' ever looked up in at t'e sky, seein' all deh Birdies flyin' over ye'? O'course yet' 'ave! Us 'alflin's 'ave te look up at evereht'ing! We be t'e shortest people on Asulon! We also be t'e best, aye! While dem talleh races bicker about war and government, we 'alflin's sit back, enjoying a mug o'ale an' a fat slice o'cake! We also be t'e smartest! Us 'alflin's be known fur our intelligence! 'Or people be chock full o'smarties!"

Cinad pauses, finger in the air, copper goggles in hand. He notices he has gotten everyone's attention, his tone drops to a more depressing theme as he continues.

"But we also be known fur bein' pushed around... T'e orcs torture 'or people, t'e humans act as if we ain't 'ere! Well no more! I dream te make a name fur deh 'alflin's. A name dat will go down in 'istory! We 'ave always been t'e shortest. Looked down upon, literally. I'm sick of i'. Now I'm not sayin' I wasn't a' 'alflin', or I dun want t'e height Aerial chose fur us. I'm jus' saying' I wunt te be t'e one lookin' down on dem! Now ye' may ask "Well Cinad, 'ow do we do dat?" I've got deh answer fur dat tew!"

The dulled eyed Halfling excitedly pulls out a scroll of thin paper, holding it up; it appears to be a rough drawing of an odd ball with a boat attached to it. Cinad shows it around, grinning.

"See dis? Dis is an idea me sisteh, Cora Clockwork, t'ought up of. She says it will allow us t'e... fly... Ye', ye' 'eared right. Te fly! Wit te pretty birdies I mentioned earlier! I know dis sound tew guud te be true. But we alreadeh' started t'e construction! We got 2 outta 4 t'ings built! An' dey function perfectly! T'e 'alflin's may be t'e shortest, but if me an' mah sistehs idea works, we will be t'e highest!"

Cinad tucks the sheet of paper away, now fiddling with his goggles.

"Now ye' maybe t'inkin' dat no nutin' guud can come outta dis. 'Or creation can't be used fur war er a weapon. I's tew fragile. A single arrow would take 'er down. Mostly travel i' be used fur. She can hold up tew 2 er 3 'alfin's, bein' she 'eld an iron weight, an a dwarf.

If 'or idea werks, deh 'alflin's will be furever known as deh creaters' o'flight! T'e dwarves got deh earth, T'e elves got deh furest, t'e orcs der desert, an' deh 'umans deh plains. An' t'e skies fur deh 'alflin's!"

Cinad exclaims the last sentance, panting loudly as he finishes, his cheeks a-flush with red. Strapping on his goggles once more, he stands tall, proud of the large speech he has just given.

[Dalek348 1962]

*Faldo stands, staring at Cinad, his mouth agape in fascination, his eyes twinkling with excitement at merely setting his eyes upon the drawing of the flying contraption. His noggin full of questions, he asks some of the most pressing ones going through his mind*

'ow d'ye reckon the thing'll stay up? I says us folk were meant for the groun' an' the birds meant fer the skies! There mus' be a reason we're down 'ere an' they're up there.

An' we're simple folk, we live comfortable an' unambitious lives, many o' us would detes' the mere idea o' such cantankerous adventures!

[Strawberry114 43]

Lyra stares blankly at the new halfling, waiting for him to finish his speech.

I dun't like birdies.

[danic 352]

Cinad hears the question, turning to Faldo

'ow will she stay up ye' ask? Well.... We dunt know. We 'ave a concept on 'ow she will, which we r' not willing' to give out yet. But t'e actual part 'asnt been built yet. Along with yer other concern; if sum 'alflin's run like t'e idea, den dey sun have te bother wit i'. Now we may be a nonambitious people, but we 'ave te leave SOMET'ING behind. We could all be eatin' by Orcs in t'e next mornin'!

An' wat would we be known by? "Dem short people in holes". We would be fur gotten! I simply wunt meh people t'e be known fur somet'ing. Ders so much we could do wit it. We could 'ave rides 'round deh Vale, imagin 'avin' a mug o'ale and yer friends up in deh skies, tellin' stories. I' could be used fur celebrations, imagin Branfest, bu' wit streamers floatin' down amongst t'e 'alflin's!

He pauses, turning his attention to Lyra, grinning slightly

Well den ye' can get in meh project an' tell deh birdies dat yer self!

[Watyll 1104]

Dofur shuffles from foot to foot

"Isnt that a little...well...dangerous?"

[danic 352]

Twiddling his thumbs, turning to Dofur

"W-Well, ye' i' can be dangerous. But I wunt allow any danger te touch me people. I'll test i' meh self continuously befur letting' anybody touch i'. I promise ye' nairy danger will come te t'e 'alflin's wit meh contraption"

[Dalek348 1962]

Hm. *Faldo scratches his chin in thought. His tummy rumbles abruptly and therefore swiftly brings his train of thought to an end* 'ow will we eat up there? I dun see them birds 'avin' a snack while they fly 'bout.

[Eledyr 85]

*Fosco overhears the conversations and decides to give his opinion*

Naw I recon we 'ave b'n made fer th' ground, and tha' is wh're we halflings should stay.

Yer will not be 'ble to get me up th're in tha sky with tha little birdies.

It aint nat'ral and it sure aint nothing fer a' 'alfling

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

(( Didn't you like, say that you weren't telling people about this? ))

[danic 352]

(( Didn't you like, say that you weren't telling people about this? ))

((Well being that a thousand freaking people run through our camp and metagame us constantly, I just said fawhk it, now I could care less >_>))

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

(( Metagamers... I'm gonna invent the flamethrower and burn the metagamers... ))