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    A Special Delivery

    in The Village of Bramblebury

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    The moon and stars reflected off the still water of the lake by the shoreside halfling village outside Karosgrad, rolling hills of twisting chimneys atop cozy burrows lazily puffing smoke into the night sky.

     

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    Inside one particular burrow upon the hill, a blond halfling sat in his armchair before his fireplace, smoking pipe in hand as he gazed into the warm amber flames, his feline companion curled comfortably atop his lap and purring steadily. The wee lad was at peace, and he let his eyes fall to a close as he smiled- but then, something disturbed the silence: there was a knock at the door.

     

    Callum lifted his head, letting out a puff of his pipe before slowly rising- Lion mewing quietly in protest as he hopped off of the warm lap, before swiftly stealing the halfling’s spot on the armchair after Callum had walked away.

     

    The wee poet grasped the round door knob of the burrow’s door, inhaling the fresh summer breeze swept in from the outdoors as he peeked his head outside to see who’d knocked on the door. At first glance- there was nothing there, and the halfling let out an exasperated sigh upon realizing the village children were likely just pranking him again, until… 

     

    He looked down at the sound of a baby’s cry, and what Callum found made his eyes bulge wide rather comically. At his feet were two twin infants, swaddled in soft blankets of baby blue. They looked to be about two or three months, and the wisps of fine hair on their heads was a remarkably similar blonde colour to his… Resting upon the blanket was a note, and when Callum knelt to pick it up the note read: They’re yours.

     

    The halfling lad scooped up the twin babies, holding them in his arms as he looked around, as if the person who had dropped them off would be hiding behind a tree, waiting to jump out and say; “Tricked ya!” but nobody came. He looked back down at the babies, and with a soft smile on his face, waddled back into his burrow- preparing to welcome the two new additions to the family...

     

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    Halfling Gaming Festival!

    in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska

    Posted · Edited by tazombo

    Callum Fiddleberry smiles down at the flier before tucking it into the pocket of his coat; "Filiber' always hosts a goo' parteh, an' et's abou' toime we 'ave a break from all t'a doom n' gloom of t'a recen' days... Oi look forwa'd tew t'a fes'ival!"

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    A Message to all ye Bramblebury Folks

    in The Village of Bramblebury

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    Callum Fiddleberry would sigh as he read the missive while sat at the shore of the wee folk's new home, his loyal feline companion Lion (a cat, not a real lion) curled up in his lap. He gazed over the water, before casting a glance over his shoulder at the rolling hills behind him- yet to be developed. "OI'll miss Bramblebureh fer shore, bu'..." he pauses, "Oi t'ink we'll do well 'ere. May t'a weefolk live long."

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    V is for Valin'dar: A Crescendo

    in Crown of Amathine

    Posted · Edited by tazombo

    Kae'tar Valin'dar watches the golden embers rise into the sky over the Tahorran docks, his face expressing a combination of feelings that rose to the surface as he reflected on the events of that day. The violence and the clamour of the final confrontation in the throne room disconcerted the young 'ker, the deep crimson blending into the rich red carpet of the Elvenesse throne room painting a clear picture in his mind and making him doubt the validity of their actions. But still, the thought that those who were slain that day had sought to harm the innocents of Elvenesse in a grab for power comforted Kae'tar to a degree- reminding him that the grim show of violence was not in vain.

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    The Last Drink [PK]

    in Character Graveyard

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    Callum Fiddleberry gazes mournfully upon the pamphlet in his hands, his blond hair waving subtly in the cool summer breeze on the night the news had reached his doorstep. He took a moment as he let his gaze drift up to the night sky above him, the soft light of the moon and the stars reflecting on the surface of his glassy eyes. "An' may ye find t'a peace ya sough' among t'a whea' fields ab've..." he mumbled, before shuffling inside his burrow with the pamphlet gripped sadly in one of his hands.

     

    The wee-lad would stop by his cellar and select a bottle from its shelves on his way in- A Wine O' Knox, a wine of Greta's making that Callum was most fond of. Bottle in hand he would sit himself at his desk, his beloved feline companion hopping up next to him as he would grab a roll of parchment, put it flat on the desk and put his quill's end to it.

     

    Callum had always admired the late halfling woman, both merely as a good friend and as a wordsmith, and as he started to write he simply began to put these sentiments into words. Greta, in a ways similar to Callum, held great importance in leaving a legacy on the world- and as a fellow writer, Callum thought it only right he help make sure it lasts.

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    The Soggy Sonnet Library; Help Wanted!

    in The Village of Bramblebury

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    [!] A blond-haired halfling waddles up to the noticeboard with a note in his hand, brushing aside the numerous fliers and announcements attached to the corkboard as he pins his own message up with a simple nail.

     

    Help Wanted in the Soggy Sonnet Library!

     

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    Bramblebury's own Soggy Sonnet Library, nestled in a quiet corner of the village.

     

    As many of you may be now aware, us weefolk's numbers have gone down as of late, what with the retirement of Village Elder Greta Goodbarrel, and Burt Hassenfort's tragic illness which has him bed-ridden. It is because of this (as the aforementioned halflings were librarians at the Soggy Sonnet) the up-keep of the library has become a one-halfling job- one that I would much rather share with like-minded individuals. In these two halfling's absence I have assumed the role of "Head Librarian" with permission from Elder James Peregrin, and will be accepting two more lovely weefolk to assist me in keeping the library in shape.

     

    Please leave me a message if you would like to take up the position, and be mindful that I will only be accepting two more (halfling) librarians, as to prevent the place from getting crowded, and allow for easier communication.

     

    - Callum Fiddleberry, Bramblebury resident and now Head Librarian

     

    ((Fill out this form in the replies if you want to help with the library, you must be a halfling of at least 33 years of age or older

     

    IRP Name:

    IGN:

    Age: 

    Do you live in Bramblebury?:

    Why do you want to be a librarian?: ))

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    A Birthday Party of Special Magnificence

    in The Village of Bramblebury

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    Callum Fiddleberry beams down at the flyer in his hands, neatly folding it and tucking it into the pocket of his coat. "T'a Goodbarrels a'e goo' folk," he said, "can' believe Gre'a's reachin' t'at age alreadeh, t'ough... Toime flies so fas', nex' Oi know Oi'm gonna be seventeh! Ha... Hrm..." He shakes his head, shuffling back into his burrow for the night.

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    Your New Elders of 1806

    in The Village of Bramblebury

    Posted · Edited by tazombo

    Callum Fiddleberry sighs in relief at the final conclusion of the election as he gazes up at the notice board. "Et's abou' toime, esn' et?" he laughs quietly, before hurrying on back to his burrow- a primed canvas awaiting him on his easel there.

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