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Cal H.D Fiddleberry II, Kae'tar Valin'dar, Raell'akal
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Halfling, Mali'ker, Dumbass
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why is a 17 year old moderating this server😰 please go outside and do your homework dont do this to yourself
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Somewhere far away, a halfling scratches the top of his head in confusion "...Wot?"
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Cal Hawthorn Derlan Fiddleberry the Second angrily points an accusatory finger at the missive, specifically at the point where Shire Wizard Magnolia is referred to with the last name 'Collingwood.' "OI! MOIY AUN' ES NAY AH FECKIN' COLLINGWOOD! PU' SOME RESPEC' ON T'A FIDDLEBERREH LOINE!"
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REVELATION | WHAT THEY LEFT OUT
tazombo replied to Sean_VEVO's topic in The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
"Amazin'! T'eh orc t'ain is no' onleh a tendeh lovah to 'is elf companion, bu' also a talented musician! See, t'a fings you can do when yer truleh passiona'e abou' sumfing... Ah shoul' go fer tea wif this lad some toime..." Cal Hawthorn Derlan Fiddleberry II would remark to nobody in particular as he listened to the newest track sweeping the nation on his Weetech patented WalkLad. -
Sheriff Elections of 792 S.R.
tazombo replied to Le_Psit's topic in The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
(IGN): TAZ0MB0 Name (RP): Cal Hawthorn Derlan Fiddleberry II Age: ?? Race: Halfling Who you're voting for: Spuds[] | Capt'n Took[X] -
tazombo started following [PK] The Last Will and Testament of Callum B. Fiddleberry and A Call for Burrowmates!
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[!] A flyer would be pinned to message-boards in taverns around Aevos, written with a fine ink quill. Esteemed Citizens of Dúnwen, and Others I write to you today with an announcement, and an offer of residence! The prodigal son of the Fiddleberry Bloodline; Cal Hawthorn Derlan Fiddleberry II, extends to you an invitation to reside in the soon to be expanded Fiddleberry burrow. Friend, relation, outcast? Anyone is welcome. Unless you are tall. Requirements, and form for application can be found below. Requirements as follows: - Must be 4 feet tall or shorter - Must not wear shoes (If you wear shoes currently, you may apply with a promise that you will stop wearing shoes in the future.) - Must be okay with violin playing in the dead of night - Must be an adult - Must not be squeamish or easily frightened - Must be willing to stop me from trying to pick up kitchen knives while I am sleepwalking - Must have good sense of humour - Must like drinking Application Form: ((USERNAME:)) NAME: AGE: RACE: HEIGHT: FAVOURITE COLOUR: WHAT TIME YOU GO TO BED: WHY DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH ME: I look forward to all of your responses, and hope we may soon bring life to a burrow that at present lies empty.
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Cal Hawthorn Derlan Fiddleberry II would awake adrift in a lake, a waterlogged copy of the missive stuck to his face. Upon waking and peeling the wet paper off of him he gives a nod of approval of the missive's contents. "Soun's loike fun. Wai'... Where t'a feck am Oi?"
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~Peregrin Dinner Party~
tazombo replied to Josie_Exotic's topic in The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
Cal Hawthorn Derlan Fiddleberry II dutifully notes the date, writing it down on his calendar that has fun little pictures of cats on it for every month. He begins to search his wardrobe for something to wear... -
news The Cobbler's Goblet: The Dead Walk in Dunwen!
tazombo replied to Notic's topic in The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
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Cal H.D Fiddleberry II reads the missive while sitting in a cozy armchair in front of the fireplace in a burrow that he does not actually live in. He hums to himself, and corrects all of the spelling errors with a red-inked quill.
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[!] A roughed up sailboat has been dashed upon the shores of the Shiredom of Dunwen, its aged planks scattered and its sail tangled in a mess with the boat's shipwrecked passengers. A familiar blonde halfling lies thoroughly waterlogged in the wreckage. After Marigold Fiddleberry, the long missing community member of the halflings and previous owner of the Fiddleberry Cheese & Wine Company (prior to her having a mental break and leaving her twin sister Maggy to take the family business) was found and brought ashore, she began her work. The soggy and disheveled halfling brought with her stacks of weathered parchment, clutched closely to her chest with far more care than for her son Cal that trailed after her. The parchments carried with her across the ocean would turn out to be the will of her late father, Callum Fiddleberry. --- In their home in the now-lost shire of Bywater, Mary remembers her father's last days clearest. Callum Fiddleberry, a poet of the weefolk since the later days of Arcas- had always had a foggy mind. From what could only be assumed to be head trauma from the halfling's childhood, Callum had a faulty memory which only seemed to get worse with age. In his later years, he would hardly leave his burrow: clinging to the side of his husband Hawthorn, he would often ask his family for news of his friends: of Iris Peregrin, of Filibert Applefoot, of Rufus, of James, of Monkey. It was difficult for Mary and for her twin sister, but they tried to look at the bright side of things; he was among family, he was comfortable, he was safe. It was the final days that stood out to Mary. Callum would wake early, far earlier than usual even for when the halfling was in his prime: bustling around his abode, dusting and mopping and baking and sewing. And writing. In the weeks following up to his end Callum would set himself upon hefty stacks of parchment daily at his desk and write feverishly until forced to go to bed when his family grew concerned for the elderly man. And finally, on the last day, Callum would come to his beloved daughter Marigold and place a brown paper package in her arms. Tied with thread and smelling of ink, the package was only to be opened after he was gone, Callum instructed her. Mary's father never asked anything of her or her sister, so when she was told to make sure his will was enacted she took it to heart. Hushed whispers of goodbye and tearful embraces, Callum left his burrow with Hawthorn on his arm, the two of them having secured a nice little sailboat that they would take to somewhere warm. Callum wasted not the time to speak to the village members or to say his goodbyes to his friends: for none of his friends remained. The poet thought it a cruel irony he would be the last standing among so many great and honoured halflings who'd perished before him. --- [!] The parchment would be tarnished from a voyage at sea, but the words are still legible. THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF CALLUM BERLAN FIDDLEBERRY, former Patriarch of the Fiddleberry household, former Head Librarian at the Soggy Sonnet Library of Bramblebury and whatever it was we named the one in Honeyhill though I think I lost my job there, former team member & cheerleader of the undefeated Honeyhill Hedgehogs, former Elder of Honeyhill, former Thain for a few days when the Thain at the time went on holiday, former member of the Neighborhood Watch Alliance until I quit cause' Greenholm is a ****; poet, singer, lute player, painter, baker (poorly), father, husband, amnesiac, (mostly) valued community member, cat enthusiast, and friend Dear halflings of [INSERT CURRENT RESIDENCE OF WEEFOLK], if this paper has been published then it means I have passed. I have no doubt this will come as a great tragedy to you all, and I understand that this may be hard news to bear. Do not despair- as I am happier now, and roam the wheatfields with my beloved husband Hawthorn, blissfully free of any overbearing biggun visitors telling us how much they admire our culture and wish to live with us. Ugh. Please, try to keep any weeping to a minimum, crying dries up your eyes and makes you look like an old hag. Here are some tips on how to cope with this: [The following three pages are filled with instructions on how one might try to recover from the absence of Callum Fiddleberry, and an assurance that you will probably be okay and that you can live without him. It seems to stretch on endlessly until finally returning to the contents of the will.] With that out of the way, this is the part where you skim to find your name and see if you got anything good in my will. TO LILY PEREGRIN, OR HER CURRENT LIVING DESCENDANT One of my greatest regrets in life was not realizing how fortunate I was to have a friend like Iris Peregrin in my life. Your mother was an amazing woman, full of light and joy that managed to balance out the dour I brought into a room by being a malcontented bastard. Iris was the best of us all, and I am sure you will do great things just as she did. TO FILIBERT APPLEFOOT, OR HIS CURRENT LIVING DESCENDANT Filibert was a simple man in the grand scheme of things, but also one of the most steadfast friends (acquaintances? I never really asked if we were friends or not…) one could ask for. When I found myself untethered and overwhelmed with the abject horror of existing in this universe, Filibert was the grounding anchor telling me to shut up and stop staring at the clouds and help him harvest the bloody crops because it's gotta be done and his back hurts. I haven't spoken to him in some time so he's probably dead, so I leave this bottle of wine to either him or whatever living descendant of his remains. TO MONKEY PEREGRIN I hope this finds you well, Monkey- I hope it finds you alive. I dearly regret that I did not do better at keeping in touch with you and keeping track of your doings but, as all boys do, they grow up to be men et cerera et cetera… I'm glad you found your path, and I'm glad to know you found belonging even if it took the form of hocus-pocus shamanism… At least it meant you had a good pipeweed supply! I have to say that out of all of the halflings I met in Bloomerville and Bramblebury you felt the most like family, like a brother to me. Stay strong and stay true to yourself, Monkey. Whatever it is you've chosen to do with your life, I'm proud of you. TO CYRIS COLLINGWOOD You are a bastard and I am going to haunt you. How did you outlive me? Stop it. TO SEVREL VALIN'DAR If you were about to think I'd forgotten you, and that you would not be mentioned in this document: you would be very correct, because I very much did forget you up until two hours ago. I can't remember much of what we talked about, but I recall the presence of a kind dark elf with a magnificent beard, and merry evenings spent conversing over good food and good pipeweed. May Knox keep you and your family, as I'm certain you're still alive because elves are weird like that. I leave you a bottle of wine from my cellar, may you raise a glass of it in my name. TO WINTER… If you're alive somehow Sorry I was a prick. Thank you for helping me realize I don't like women. TO MAGNOLIA FIDDLEBERRY I leave the best and most dear to my heart for last, Maggy. I don't know when this letter will reach you. I don't know how old you are now. As I write this, you're in your fifties, learning who you are… You've started a cheese business, and people from all over come by the burrow to trade for these magnificent wheels of cheese you craft… I've never seen my family burrow receive so many visitors, and it is all because of you. I hope you've stuck with it- but if you haven’t, that’s fine. In whatever you do, I know you'll be the best. You're my child- so of course you will be. Your grumpy old man will always believe in you, and I hope you look back on your childhood with me fondly… I don't know how good a father I was, I was never prepared. But despite my incompetence you've surpassed my every expectation and have grown into a halfling more talented and clever and beautiful than any other and I hope you know it. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not perfect, cause' they don't know what perfect is cause' they're not you. Be good to your sister, be good to yourself. In the end it's just the two of ya. Your pa loves you, keep being yourself- whoever you decide that is. I leave you this mahogany walking cane- pray your knees never deteriorate enough you should depend on it- and my smoking pipe. Anything other material possessions I have you may split up between you and your sister. OOC:
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The Third Election of Dúnwen - Voting
tazombo replied to NotEvilAtAll's topic in The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
[!] A soggy voting ballot washes up on shore, somehow... Odd... Name: Marigold Fiddleberry Race: Halfling --- Your vote for Sheriff (choose one): Breasal Nimblefoot (X) Mister PADRIC Applebottom-Peregrin ( ) --- Your vote for Mayor (choose one): Ser Do’Spuds Loa’chil ( ) The Wizard Magnolia (X) -
tazombo started following The Halfling Realm of Dúnfarthing
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on behalf of the wee folk, we want plains with rolling hills!! grass, lazy rivers & lakes essentially just give us this in minecraft form and we r happy.
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why am i not on the list you are so toxic i hate you
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can all future plugins plz be horse related thank u