Molasses In The Mountains... (Halfling Adventure)

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

The days slip by in Lenfarthing, and all throughout town seems very, very ordinary. Drinks are had, jokes are made, fishes are fished, and of course, meals are eaten! But like all good things, slowly they must come to an end. And that is where we begin.

One cool, foggy morning, as you stumble into the Old Mill, you notice that the door has been splintered open. What could this trickery be? Is it a prank from one of the younglings in town? A door that was ignored, and finally gave up on itself? No, no, you soon come to realize that this door was torn down by some great beast. Claw marks are on the remnants of the door that lie on the ground... You make your way forward.

What you see is a terrible sight, a terrible sight indeed! The chests of molasses have been torn open and plundered, and sticky syrup lies everywhere! You gather yourself, and soon come to realize that there is a trail of molasses leading out of the door, and towards the feet of the Elder Mountains. Should you follow them, you may notice that in a patch of thick mud nearby, there is a sign of what may have happened. A massive, heavy footprint with jagged claws and great big palms is embedded into the soft ground, a few leaves and of course, molasses, stuck in the print.

Now, the choice is yours... Will you venture into the mountains, and seek to find where the molasses went? Will you return to town, and seek the help of your neighbors? Maybe you will decide to just go home, and ignore the missing syrup. Wait, no, you wouldn't do that! You need syrup for the pancakes you will be having soon! Well, then, what is it? What will you do?

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley Riverdale quickly turns to his right, his jaw dropping slightly as he notices another smashed crate. Only this crate was not just any crate, behind it hid Bartley's most prized possessions his apples. Bartley fell to his knees when he saw the ruminants of his prized apples lying there, seeds across the floor. A tear dropped to the floor as he picked up a large apple with one big bite mark out of it. Sniffling he stood up and ran out the door crying all the way to his friend Bili's house. Once there he knocked loudly on the door yelling "Bili! Ma apples! Der gone!". Bartley stops to wait for an answer. Again he begins. "Biiiiillllliiii! Open up. Ma' apples! Ya' got to 'elp me get ma apples!"
 

 

((Sorry for being so quick. I will fix it up))

 

((Fixed sort of))

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Bili Hollowmead wakes up, hearing the loud banging on his door. He tiredly lifts himself up, and still in his pajamas, he marches to his door while rubbing his tired eyes. Opening it wide, seeing Bartley at his door, he says, "What's wrong with yer apples, Mister Riverdale?!"

[Ned Lud 1260]

Bango Blackfoot paces towards the large print in the mud, eyeballing it suspiciously as he smokes his morning pipe. He exhales a smoke-ring, casually bending over for further inspection as he mutters to those who have begun to gather around.

 

"Quite a big dog that wars that got inter th' molasses. Reckon we ought ter track 'er down fer a good, stout wompin'. O' course, I dunnae dare set a foot into these hills until I's broken me fast. Could go fer some pancakes I surpose. Dunnae know why, but I suddenly has a hankerin' somethin' fierce-like fer a fine stack o' flaps, smothered in..."

 

He ponders this for a moment, slumping his shoulders as his face twists into a sickened sneer.

 

"Oh aye, we gots us a pro'lem on our 'ands 'ere."

[Aptrotta 162]

Bartley begins to cry again. "Ma' Apples! De....d.....deve been eatin!" Bartley points to the mill. "Ov....over dere. Its terrible!" Bartley turns around quickly running to the mill not checking to see if Bili is behind him. Once there he stands by the tiny smashed crate that reveled his eaten apples waiting for Bili to say something. 

[Kaiser 2347]

Richard mumbles as he sees syrup rush around the mill, he widens his eyes a moment only to remember that the Syrup from the Grumpy Tree is already gone. He'd rather not worry about such a troublesome item, oh wait no... we need pancakes... He looks around a moment as the other Halflings (Bartley seems as if he is going to cry) are running around for ideas to fix the problem. Maybe if they intend to do something he'll help

[Free The Hobbits 859]

Stretches his arms the warm morning sun beaming down on him, only to be interrupted by the sounds of urgent screaming, "Wondah wha's goin' on. Bettah go check i' ou'." Bolo runs over in a hurried disheveled look, his hair messy and his shirt barely buttoned as he gets to the group. He tiredly asks,  "Wha'd I miss?"

[Ned Lud 1260]

As the twilight falls, a halfling stepping outside for a smoke after supper might notice the silhouette of a stranger prowling the forests and hills, clad in rough leathers and armed for a hunt, likely up to no good at all. Or perhaps he might simply enjoy the pleasantries of fine tobacco on a full belly in the midst of the beautiful lands of Lenfarthing and pay the distant shadow no mind at all.

 

In the distance, however, Bahyurzundush kneels over a fresh set of tracks, tracing the familiar print with his thumb and tasting the dirt with a grunt and a nod.

 

"Ter light-brave ter be a grue, but a biggun nartheless."

 

The grizzled old hunter rises to his feet, listening in silence for a moment as the wind whistles through the trees. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hoots.

 

"Well...nar lamb fer th' lazy wolf..."

 

He slings his longbow and sets off into the hillside. The long hunt begins.

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

After months of searching Aris nails a poster to the town notice board with an aching sigh*

 

Halflings rejoice, I have finally discovered the source of the missing molasses! It seems the troll we thought we killed the week of our arrival has a cousin living in it's cave.

 

 

 

I've managed to bring some of the unbroken pots back in the night without waking the beast but it's only an end to one problem. We need to gather a fighting party of courageous halflings to kill the beast and prevent things like this from happening again. For now, stay on watch...and enjoy you pancakes! -Aris Snowbird 

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

Salm Melontoes pulls a bit of paper, and writes "I'll help, as I know what great trouble trolls can be."

Salm pins it, and marks it with his dagger, which was a gift from his father, when he left home.

 

(Do you have someoone playing the troll?)

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

Salm Melontoes pulls a bit of paper, and writes "I'll help, as I know what great trouble trolls can be."

Salm pins it, and marks it with his dagger, which was a gift from his father, when he left home.

 

(Do you have someoone playing the troll?)

((Not at the moment no, If you'd like to I'd be more than happy!))

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

(note: it is not a troll!)

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

(Its not? Well, thats what my hcaracter thinks it is, so he's in for a surprise)

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

((Darn, I thought a troll would be a bit more fanciful but we can keep it as a bear if you want.))

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

Salm writes

 

I will not be able to help, as I have to not die. Was drunk when I said I'd help

 

((I want to be the bear, and I have a skin done.

 

 

 

 

If you want to make a skin for me to use, go ahead.))