Notic

Thain Monkey Peregrin glances over the notice with a warm smile, "Goo' tew 'ave yew back, Mom. Oi hope yew can help kiddos loike yew helpe' me."

[!] Through the town of Bramblebury, 2 silhouettes are recognizable in the night, the ill-defined glint of a Golden Shovel is shone under the starlight. Blood follows the trail of these two men, one merely a cadaver slung over the back of the other. A blue staff digs into the soil, trying to support the two men as they trudge on. The inaudible mutters of one, only clear in his own mind, states "Just a little longer..." Alas, the gates of Kor have opened for one, and will soon greet the other. Swiftly, Monkey makes his way towards the Boo-Boo Burrow, Rolladango limp on his back as he calls out for Dr. Demeter. And then, they vanish, gone within the depths of the clinic. Gone to all whom witnessed the sight. A New Thain is Selected [!] Awoken in his home, Monkey finds himself bandaged, unmoving in his bed. Nevertheless, the weeman rises from his quarters, taking his shovel as he awaits repairs his now somewhat mangled staff. He walks through the village, the skies cloudy and gray, the early morning just having ended, the hour being at an estimate of 7 AM. He stops his stroll in front of the notice board, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth as he begins to nail a message to it he had written the prior night. A notice of Thainship, and of the death of a brave halfling. "Dear friends and folks of Bramblebury, I don't know how to write this, and hoped I would never have to. But alas, you must know the truth, and it cannot be left in silence. Last night, in the tunnels of Bramblebury, Rolladango Applefoot was murdered in cold blood by a man calling himself The Craven. It started at about 6:45 PM. Rolladango and I met up to discuss rule changes that we had decided at the Bramblebury Town Meeting. He seemed rather interested in what I had planned, and offered that we go downstairs into the Tunnels Tavern to get a drink while we discussed. When we arrived, it started off normal, but I knew something was off. He was grinning like a madman, a shadow overcast upon his skin as one of his eyes shifted colors to a blue. He began to speak of giving me the position of Thain, going as far to threaten me to take the title or he would kill himself and frame it on me. Without hesitation, I declined his blackmail, as it conflicts with everything I stand for. When I did this, a figure identical to him came out of the shadows and impaled him with a knife! The man called himself the Craven, and spoke of some sort of cult, further pushing this ideal of me taking Thainship. He then admitted to being the one who organized the Assassin Attacks on Fort Hope decades ago, saying he would call them to the village to hunt me down. As soon as I declined, we locked into harsh combat. Before I knew it, he drove a knife into my gut and I had slashed his face with my staff, most likely blinding him. Rolladango, showing some sign of still being alive, began to help me as he caused the man to flee for his life. Soon after this, while Dango and I were fleeing to the medic, the man passed while standing up. I didn't know what to think, so I ran. Ran for help. But when help came, it was too late. I am deeply sorry, Anne." [!] There was then a long gap in the letter, it showing the hesitation and tension built up within Monkey Peregrin, reluctantly continuing his writing. "But alas, I will not go against a dying man's final wish, and the village would be leaderless without it. I have taken Knox's Shovel, and will be taking up the role of Thain. If any have objections to this, I understand, and I am willing to listen to them and choose a better candidate if everyone agrees upon one. But I will try to keep this village safe, and I will be prepared to stop these assassins from attacking our village. I will not let you down. With Much Hope and Sorrow, Monkey Peregrin."

rep given Mr Spoon

it got hidden yeah

Welcome you are only cool if you come to MY SETTLEMENT and not the other DUMB STINKY SETTLEMENT but in actuality welcome to the server, enjoy your stay, and I hope you have fun <3

I mean things can still hurt and some are more prone to "Laughing it off and not giving a damn" but some aren't. I get the argument, and while I don't think guns should be on the server I also don't think people should be toxic on either sides and being toxic to a toxic player is kinda just getting to their level. That said just saying no isn't really that hurtful imo, even if it isnt constructive

it is kinda cool ngl but actually Slorbin you respond to every forum post WITH SEETHING RAGE and your formatting sometimes goes red and ****, black text is honestly nicer to read in the future i suggest just highlighting text like everybody else (USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)

[!] Flying out of the Aviary, birds flutter with notes tied about their feet to whomever it may concern. A figure nails a notice to the Village Information Board. Fliers are cast in the wind, some landing in burrows and the tavern. The Second Annual Village Meeting "Dear Citizens of Bramblebury, for too long have we sat empty, only a handful of us not having packed up and moved to Knoxville. Our town is covered in dust and metaphorical cobwebs, and it pains me more than anything to see something we used to cherish so much go unused. Therefore, I am taking it upon myself to meet with whoever remains here and discuss our plans for the future and how to turn this place back into the thriving farming village it once was. Our meeting topics shall be: - Activities we can do to revitalize our village population (Events we can do to raise activity) - The cleanliness and proper use of our burrows (Burrow activity checks and removing random signs, meme stuff, etc.) - Possible addition of burrow districts, if we think it necessary (Possible housing to be added in the Cranberry Creek Park Area) And any other things we wish to discuss. Times shall be decided in the village in the coming days. Please, make sure to attend, as this will be necessary to deciding how to turn this town around and bring our village a brighter future we can all enjoy." Sincerely, Monkey Peregrin

join Bramblebury plz oh and Knoxville too but they're stinkier and dont have green chicken

never really knew you but you seemed cool, best of luck o7

Scratch that specific quote this entire forum post comment section getting HEATED I agree with almost all of it but damn I've seen this happen a little while ago in the Krugmar Discord actually, if I remember correctly it was TheNanMan2000 and Cheezy_Garlik saying some transphobic stuff in the memes channel or something. Probably shouldn't use that to judge the entire community but its worrying that it has a history of happening and is still happening.

Sean Puddlefoot didn't like that

Monkey Peregrin looked upon the body of Ugrad'Lur, rubbing his eyes as he sighed. "In all moi loife, oi never really had a Dad. Was always just me on t'e roa', singin' moi songs, livin' moi life." He paused with a sniffle, "But by t'e Izgul, yew were t'e best Teacher oi coul've aske' fer. Oi'll see yew on t'e ot'er soide, moi frien'." Monkey then turned his gaze to the skies, wiping the tears from his face as he stood up, "An' oi sure won't let yer dream die." He said before parting for the last time with his friend. Long may he rest.

angy broccoli is cool

Good to see someone from the Bloomerville days returning back to the village. We missed you and Bassett a lot, and its amazing to have you back :)

"I'm sicks and tireds of these monsters picking on the little guy! Literallies!" Cranberry yelled to Cornelius the Pigeon, a response returning to only him.

The Grand Bramblebury Bokolo Hunt "Attention citizens of Bramblebury, It has come to my attention through various glimpses out my kitchen window and notices posted around the forest area surrounding our village that there are strange creatures afoot. After doing some careful research in many, many, many, many libraries, I have realized these are none other than the esteemed Bokolo! I have decided we should all go meet them and possibly tame them, as they look rather cool." -Monkey Peregrin, Seer of Alai'Akashuga [OOC: This event will take place on the 30th of May, tomorrow, at 4:00 PM EST (Eastern Standard Time). This will be a Non-PK Combat Event, and some of you, if not most of you, may die. Don't metagame this obviously, as I can't tell you why it's Combat, but don't come if you have an event to go to in like an hour.]

No clue what this dude is talking about but I could hit up my demonic squid guy to give you some of his Eldritch Essence

Monkey Peregrin did not read the missive. No RP response. He didn't read it. He instead took this time to make a nice Rabbit Stew. It was delicious, and most of the Spicy Shrimp Crew enjoyed it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Only a matter of time >:)

Political opinions on Pueblos? The buildings not the people