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I actually pooped my pants this was so good if he doesn't win im bombing the LotC airport

Monkey Peregrin, who up until moments prior had been harvesting herbs in the Wheat Fields on his brief jaunt from his own, Shamanic afterlife, let out a roar of laughter at seeing Sorrel waddling through the iron-wrought gates that heralded the entrance of Billy Bob's Fields. "We killed krakens toget'er, we made quick work o' boars in t'e hills n' trolls in t'e fields, n' yew die at yer bloodeh desk! Come o'er 'ere, yew braggart, oi got somet'in tew show yew!" Lily Peregrin, as Sorrel's weary head crashed upon the mahogany desk, felt a sudden jolt within her stomach. "O' Knox, its comin', some'un get Sorrel!" She cried out, scrambling out of the burrow as she waddled as fast as she could, entering the Doctor's Office as she stopped with an air of despair. Tears of pain and confusion welting in her eyes, she whimpered, "Fawk..."

Lily Peregrin sighed solemnly, "Nothin' good is ever true, oi s'pose."

[!] An odd event transpired on one foggy morning in Bywater. A man, who to all remembered had been dead for decades and missing for longer still, allowed his fate to be known to any who cared for remembered. That said, any who did remember were now long dead, and it was unlikely that any cared. He was not a loved man, his most famous achievement being the attempted assassination of Greta Goodbarrel. Nevertheless, his name was spoken once more on this foggy morning. A message in a bottle that had been plucked from the sea was left at the foot of the tavern by a squire messenger, who was instructed by a short, hooded man one week prior to not allow anyone to intercept this message on threat of death. The squire complied, and upon dropping the message, fled into the distance before any could interrogate him. The message was uncorked and shared amongst the community, and the following is what it read. "A plague o' the Weefolk who doomed me! I, Edward James Oceantoe, loyal servant of the Lady Arugula! Let ye who cast stones of hate 'pon me and pushed me out to sea be met with the wrath of the waves! Twenty years to the day it has been since my exile, and today I shall bring myself to face judgment in Arugulatide. An anchor 'round my ankle, I shall show you heretics what true piety means! The true nature of sacrifice for safety!" "Let all that I still held in my name be passed on to the first man I deem worthy. I set forth trials to inherit that object which my name, in law, still binds. The Spicy Shrimp! Vessel of the wee, as deemed by The Lady, and thus shall be passed on by me. Whoever man thinks he has the right to sail in my inheritance, take yourself out to sea and face judgment at Arugulatide! May only the worthy survive!"

I am part of the Pro-Wonk movement o7

[!] Another issue, whether it was requested or not, shows up to all people on Lily Peregrin's secret mailing list. This paper is much lengthier than the previous edition, with several stories covered in it. The Cobbler's Goblet Now published every Pumpkin Week Scribed by Lily Peregrin This week... Mimosa Applefoot Hires Gremlin Army? Sea Monsters Infest Bywater! The Cobbler's Goblet Now Hiring? Mimosa Applefoot Hires Gremlin Army? It seems that the root of corruption runs deeper in Bywater! Mayor Mimosa Applefoot was seen by several eyewitnesses entering a secret passageway in the Storage Burrow! Soon after, several Gremlins- small, fiendish beasts- emerged from the hovel and began to take shipments of precious crops under Mimosa's instructions! Our field reporter, Lily Peregrin, later interviewed one of the Gremlins seen at the scene of the crime. This Gremlin, named Grukkal Blunderblab, admitted after much interrogation that Mimosa Applefoot has been paying off a Gremlin Tribe that dwells beneath Bywater! Grukkal further stated that this was a contingency plan in case she ever lost office, paying the Gremlin Tribe our precious crops in exchange for their violence on the day of reckoning! What does our leadership have to say about this? When will this tyranny end? Sea Monsters Infest Bywater! Notice: Any who swim in our beautiful lakes, beware! Bywater has found itself home to a school of Bogglywamps, a poisonous fish that release toxic chemicals into waterways! Several eyewitness accounts report seeing a hooded biggun dumping these by the bucket-full into our ponds and aqueducts! Our best reporters are still hunting for this criminal! If you see anyone suspicious, please report to Lily Peregrin! The Cobbler's Goblet Now Hiring? We need your help, faithful readers! The Cobbler's Goblet is now looking for skilled journalists and reporters to aid in our investigation into the dark crevices of Bywater! If you wish to assist, please send word to Lily Peregrin, and you will be provided with space to operate within the Bywater Library! Stay safe, stay watchful and stay tuned! Notice: The Cobbler's Goblet does not claim that any content within its texts is explicitly true, and rather operates on subjective knowledge. Please be advised.

[!] A print newspaper has been placed on every doorstep in Bywater, entitled in large lettering “The Cobbler’s Goblet, Issue 1”. Heresy Sweeps Bywater? Thain Cyris to Blame? Danger and darkness are among us! Our village, which we all value so dearly, has been built upon a monolith of heresy and deceit. We have entered an age of migration which sees foreign halflings that have lived in secluded hamlets since the days of Petyr unite in the Knoxist epicenter of Bywater, most likely by the hand of Lord Knox himself. It is within this age that we must extinguish the villainy that stalks our streets at night and sours our crops by day. I am talking, of course, about the heretic Cyris Collingwood! The Crimes of Cyris Collingwood Cyris Collingwood, who currently fancies a biggun title indicative of his biggun-like rule, has been known for his ravings of heretical lunacy since the early days of Bramblebury. Historical records show him forming a cult-like following in opposition to Mayor Iris Peregrin’s democratic command, declaring himself “King” by the will of Lord Knox! Records also show that his false holy relic, the so-called “Knoxscalibur”, was not even imbued with the power of Knox! The only recorded shovel of holy property is the Thain Unification Shovel, which is in Cyris’ possession! So, why then does he continue to use a false relic instead of the one bestowed to his position? Religious gurus and aficionados report that the Thain Shovel was forged with wards against evil sorcery, which Cyris openly admits to practicing! An anonymous source reports seeing Cyris laying with several chickens during a tavern event. Our source believes that they were having intimate relations, a sin strictly forbidden by Knox in Petyr 3:18, “Do not lay with chickens.” Overall, Cyris continues to uphold his lunatic values, using vile sorcery to trick Arugula herself to keep from persecuting him. When will this tyranny end, and who will stop him? Written by Lily Peregrin, Trusted Reporter of The Cobbler’s Goblet.

very cool, would definitely do a halfling colonization of the autumn forest

the seven boglings dont deserve this

Lily Peregrin reads over the will, exhaling as she gazed over the village, "A woise man, 'e was. Woisest oi 'ad ever met. Rest well, Filibert." Sean Puddlefoot looks up from his intense game of cards with Alfie Greenholm to welcome Filibert to the Wheat Fields, waving him over to where the old Brandybrook Halflings sat.

surprised jumper hasnt commented yet anyways im for freebuild as a separate area like it was in Arcas. Maybe an island that isnt part of the mainland but is fairly large and easy to access with boats and such Freebuild should not be a thing on things like roads and near settlements. I don't wanna see 1x1 cobblestone towers obscuring the view of some amazing build. Think most people would agree with me on that part

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haven't read it yet but the concept looks awesome, I love seeing cultural CA races like this and Demi-Djinn. Hope it gets accepted! Will probably add something to this comment once I've finished it.

Lily Peregrin sighs, "Every day t'e bigguns steal somet'in more from us. First it was our resources, t'e loife o' moi Mom Iris, an' now it's our own sport. Soon we'll see people livin' in burrows n' makin' Sackville Ale." She took a sip of honey tea, "Oi mean, t'ey could 'ave at least invoited us."

Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior jesus christ?

this is truly the only reason I play LotC I should go for sub 3 minutes

it was me time to fill jumper's halfling ale with DHMO

LotC Question: Who is your favorite halfling player who also plays your kid (The correct answer is me) Actual LotC Question: If you could write one event that wouldn't have to abide by the rules (could be the halflings ending the world or some shit) what would it be? Non-Lotc Question: What is your favorite movie?

Airships the size of bathtubs

good yis

IGN: teawithTori CHARACTER NAME: Yasmine Carnelia DISCORD: Toriva#0002 my favorite song is probably either Feel Good Inc or Humility by the Gorillaz, im spacin on any r&b music I like atm but Ill come back later and edit this if I think of somethin

honestly I'm a fan of it. I get why people are hesitant about a magic CA seeing as some of the stuff that's happened in the past but idk I have hope for this. +1

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