__Clocky

"TU WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" The hulking Uruk named Bugharz'Grat would cry out in the Krugmar keep.

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[!] A note is tacked onto the Bramblebury noticeboard. Of Peregrins & Properness With a heavy heart, I'd like to announce my resignation as village elder. I came to this village lost, and alone, with nothing to my name other than my clothes and my alcohol. I had nobody to guide me in the humble village called Bloomerville, of which you could go upon your roof and see all the way to those wooden walls and the hedge maze. I was taken in by none other than the Peregrins, through my darkest times of loss and remembrance of a past time of my existence. They guided me, of which I realized the life I had missed out on. I eagerly set out, to follow in my family's footsteps. I would help guide the others of the village, whether it be young or old, long time around or a short time, but I did not expect what was coming to me. It was not but until Bramblebury and the fall of Arcas that did I realize- why? Why did everybody reject their heritage? Why did everybody welcome, with accepting arms, these forthcoming bigguns, with no suspicion or hindsight at all? These are the questions I had not been asking. And, to be honest, I do not know. I, myself, know what it is like to be amongst the bigguns. Be one of them. It is not a life I seek or want. But- it seems that, even in this village, this village I once called my home, I cannot obtain that. I have gotten many casual hints dropped and many fingers pointed that they want me and my family gone. Gone from out of the village to leave them astray, in the way of Arugula and improperness. Out of Knox's light, out of his grace and mercy. Many projects in the village dropped, many things abandoned- but why? What for? Is it because people are leaving the village because of my family, to be amongst the people they want to be amongst? The bigguns? It led me- and still leads me to the conclusion that, yes, they did want me and my family gone. They did want to frolic amongst the many inferior bigguns that came and went through the village. This has been proven time and time again. This has been long coming, and I truly am sorry if I caused any of you genuine harm in trying to help all of you. I regret leaving this position, as I will be leaving many loose ends. I've lost all will and wish to help this place, as I am clearly not wanted. I leave all my belongings to myself, and all of my property to the Peregrins. I will be taking my stuff and leaving the village. I would like to leave my elder position to Filibert Applefoot (@NotEvilAtAll), as I think he would be a good fit for elder, despite him not being elected. Goodbye to everyone, and if you'd wish to reach me, send a bird. It'll come to me, or I'll find it. -James Peregrin

Because the religion isn’t canon in my book No

I think I found it myself Out of order but- Favorite nation is probably Krugmar (Sorry Elvenesse) Funniest experience? Hard to choose, but I'd probably go with using a snaga as a broom to sweep dirt a couple days ago! I gotta say though, there's definitely something else I did that I remember was really funny, but I can't put my finger on it. Favorite player/staff member? Haven't got one, it's too hard to choose! Where exactly are the wheat fields? You don't need to know... that's classified idk

Harley why do you do this to me 'doing ur mom something something bad at fortnite'

Title "Ask mineman clicker about mineman RP because he has been trapped for a year"

A certain halfling known by the name of James Peregrin would stare at the flier on the Bramblebury noticeboard. He scoffed. It seemed something such as this would not go unnoticed in the quaint village, him ripping down the missive and stomping on it, burying it further into the soil. "Now, oi'm noeh genius loike teh grea' Perreh Ova'ill, bu' oi knuw t'a' t'ose stewpeed bigguns ar' inferiah ter teh grea' 'alflin' race. Oi go' more o' t'ese ter take care of." James would exclaim, before ambling down the paths of Bramblebury and ripping the missives out of each and every mailbox and spot they were in. It seemed he was opposed to the idea.

James Peregrin would look at the message on display, thinking to himself. Normally, things such as this went in one ear and out the other. Not this time, however, as the title of “High Prince” sounded really cool to him. “Well, teh toitle o’ ‘oig’ preence dus sund vereh cuul. Soeh dus dis gueh’s naem! Oi vote fer ‘eem... er w’a’evah teh fawk.” He’d exclaim, before looking around at the empty surroundings that was the Elvenesse notice board at his sides. How sad. He simply shrugged, and continued about his day.

RP Name: James Peregrin MC Name: __Clocky Voted: Yes :)

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Chenn stop coping

"Am oi teh onleh 'un t'a' t'eenks t'is es funneh? 'Ow der t'eh expec' ter der aneh'in' w'en t'eir uniforms ar' li'eralleh a s'i''eh 'leme'? All yeh need ter take 'em duwn es a stab ter teh leeg." James Peregrin would chortle, before tossing the document to the side. "Weh moig'' use t'is, t'oug'." James would say, before poking Gustaven von Halsfield with a stick. @ninja805

I smell cope It smells like chicken

MC Name: __Clocky Current Tier: None :( Desired Tier: A Reason to be Moved: I literally **** on you in 1v1s Aiden

A halfling by the name of James Peregrin gazes upon the letter, thinking to himself. He let out a long sigh, and finally spoke. “W’a a waeh ter deneh tradi’ion. Yeh wer a foine eldah, bu’ oi suppose yer toime ‘as come.” Having said that to nobody, he continued ambling along the pathway, humming to himself.

((MC Name: __Clocky )) Name: James Peregrin Vote Anne Cottonwood for Sheriff? Yea () Nay (x)

((MC Name: __Clocky )) Name: James Peregrin Vote for Elder: James Peregrin (x) Greta Goodbarrel (x) Filibert Applefoot () Jordan Applebottom (x) Winter May Gardner ()

A halfling by the name of James Peregrin gazes upon the posters around Providence as he would trot around, a large burlap sack hung over his shoulder. He would slowly shuffle up to one, looking closely at it as he read. "Foig''en, ISA, Oren bad, aye. 'Ow comical. T'is would 'ones'leh jus' beh be''ah ef Oren dedn' der fawk all ter 'elp teh people. Oeh well, teh attacks will conteenue." James would whisper to himself, before continuing to trot along with the bag on his shoulder...

A halfling goat reads over the missive, saying to himself, “T’a es a big lie. Bu’, ter eac’ t’eir own.” James would say, before grumbling and walking away.

James Peregrin stumbles upon the note, reading over. He nods happily, saying, "Now t'ere es noeh biggun-'alflin' marriages en teh village."

A halfling by the name of James Peregrin would read the note, beginning to rapidly spasm on the floor as he read through the entirety of its contents. “Bigguns... bad.” He chanted to himself on his bedroom floor. He then, in defeat, gets up, ambling to his desk to write the note to Kerra.

This is more of an april fools than making LoTC a pvp server

[!] A poster is pinned to the Bramblebury noticeboard. Elder Candidacy of James Peregrin With great pleasure, I, James Peregrin, would like to declare my candidacy for elder of the Village of Bramblebury. ★。------ ＼｜／------。★ I plan to serve my people by leading the impropers to the true way of life, as Knox intended us to follow, as to salvage them from the watery pits of Arugula's depths. ★。------ ＼｜／------。★ I will also be implementing a pumpkin system! I believe pumpkins will ward off bad spirits, as they are a holy gourd of Knox. With this new pumpkin system, we will have more pumpkins! Along with these, I will be doing the best I can to keep Bramblebury prospering, by becoming an elder, and doing things for the proper wee-folk of this amazing village. ★。------ ＼｜／------。★ Yours truly, The proper James Peregrin, declaring his candidacy.

I've got some ironic application gems for you guys.