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Stories by the Fire (Halfling Forum RP)

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As the cold, rainy weather wears on outside, a group of Halflings sit round the fire in the Drunken Sheep Inn. The lighting in is more dark than usual, the fire low due to lack of fuel, although it is still mightily warm. The lack of light casts many shadows across the rooms, licking at the Halflings inside.

They sit for a few moments, waiting in sheer silence, until one pipes up in a quiet voice.

"Why don' we star' sharin' stories?" he says, which brightens the mood of the room.

Halflings begin to join in, telling their own tales, and listening to others.

(Why not tell a story, while the server is down? Dwarves, Elves, perhaps even a human or two, but especially Halflings are welcome to join! Rules are: Be courteous of others, no trolling, no 1 line posts, and please, no off topic unless in spoilers!)

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[The following is a true IC story]

Richard stands by the fire and turns as one odd Halfling pipes his mind

OI? Ye wan' a story? Fin', I'll tell ye abou' th' time me an' Tibb foun' Iblee's Butt Crack!

A few chuckles are made around the Inn

Aye, me, Tibb an' some othe' 'alflings were playin' shogs by th' river, when I fell in. I don' really know 'ow to swim very well, so I kinda jus' sank to th' bottom... Well, when I reache' th' bottom, I sank into th' sand, into a 'uge cave! I go' a little panic, bu' Tibb fell down too, so I wasn' completely alone. Aye, well, Tibb only go' abou' ten feet down, bu' I sank to th' bottom o' th' cave. I shoute' "Tibb! Thi' cave be crazy! I'll go fin' a way ou'!" we talke' a while an' he made his way ou', bu' I go' los' down below. Fo' fou' days I live' off mushrooms an' cave wate', walkin' 'round in circles till me 'ead 'urt. On th' fifth day, I foun' th' exit, finally! I wen' so far ou', I ende' up near th' pointy ears home, an' it took me a week to ge' back! When I finally go' back, Tibb foun' me, an' we had a grea' laugh 'bout it. We call it "Iblee's Butt Crack" because it goes to th' deepest o' Asulon I thin', an' It be more dangerous the' anythin' bu' Iblee's! An tha' be my story!

A ***** silence falls on the Inn as the Halflings look at Richard with a blank faces...

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Gronkk, fat as ever, comes bowling through the door. He chuckles heartily and turns to leave, bringing the door with him.

"Hur hur sorree. Gronkkbelleh tayk id."

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Lobo leans in by the fire , looking to Richard , shaking his head as Richard makes a rookie mistake within the Vale

" Oi , Richard. 'Eres a tip , if yer' spendin' time with Tibb , don' tell any'un or they migh' think yer' is friend which be' a mighty load o' bad indeed ! "

Lobo relaxes his previously tense muscles as he casually leans back against the soft chair , the glow from the fire lighting up a side of his face as it cackles in the background eerily as the group remain quiet , with nobody particularly interested in telling each other stories Lobo throws his arms in the air and springs up before proceeding to the brewing room to have a cheeky drink of some ale.

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Hectar sits apart from the others listening to the story and chuckles when Richard says Iblee's buttcrack

"hehe what'd it smell loike down there?" giggles again moving closer to the fire

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