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  1. __Clocky
    "Le'ssssss goooooo." James Peregrin would say, reading over the poster on the noticeboard.
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    Full Name: James Peregrin Date of Birth: 1769 Place of Birth: Haelun'or Address [N/A if none]: N/A Race: Halfling Gender: Male Bloodline [Commoner/Noble/Former Noble/Royal]: Commoner Reason for Enlisting: To protect the people of Haense, and make myself useful. [Username: __Clocky] [Discord: Tha_Mystery_Boy#8001]
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    And so it begins. The grind...
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    A man reads upon the missive received in his little tent, his eyes darting through the parchment. "What a shame. Cannot say I did not expect this, however. Still cannot believe they won with that shoddy armor." Alexander would state, his mind taking him back to the poorly armored ISA patrol he set his eyes upon just a few days prior. He would shake his head in disappointment, throwing the parchment aside.
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    Along the side of a road, a man lay in a tent. He held the parchment paper the poem was received upon, his eyes taking him across the words of Mirabella Violet. He looked up to the night sky, away from the piece of paper. "Quite a sight, it is. Never gets old." The man would say with a whistle, as he continued about his work.
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    A halfling by the name of James Peregrin reads over the missive happily, finally getting his word out. "Oi'm nay dead. Oi jus' wen' on a bendah en teh fores', ef oi remembah et correc'leh. A bi' fuzzeh, et es, bu' oi believe oi ded t'a'." And with that, James would continue meandering around the village, as he was.
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    Upon the road, there lay a tent. Inside the tent, there lay a man. A man with a note, received by a bird. "What but a fowl stench this sits with upon my mind. What such fowl men remain, lay upon seats of power in such a broken nation. Wretched people with twisted ideas. How heavy is the head that wears the crown?" With that, Alexander set the note aside, and returned to his work.
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    One of the MOST based staff members on this server. You deserve a break after dealing with all of us heathens out here.
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    "Ave Sedan! Ave teh Rebellion!" A halfling by the name of James Peregrin would cry out. How strange.
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    I thought this was a free for all kit pvp server
  11. __Clocky
    How do you delete someone else's forum post
  12. __Clocky
    Some nice lore! Would love for this to be implemented... +1! Definitely didn't proofread it...
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    Sus rep count 

    1. NotEvilAtAll

      NotEvilAtAll

      someone gave him 1 more rep to make it not the funny number NOOOO!!!!

  14. __Clocky
    “Perreh wus pre’’eh sus w’en web plaeh’d teh game as a tes’. Oi t’ink Perreh es teh impostor.” James Peregrin would remark, before continuing about his day.
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    A Feast. Good day to you all. I extend this invitation to you all, for a feast of great proportions. We shall meet on the 13th of the Sun’s Smile, at the festival site. I sincerely hope to see some of you there. Sincerely, a friend to you all.
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    "As fyre cheef, oi will pu' ou' aneh fyres comin' ter 'arm teh village o' peaceful, propah wee-folk!" A halfling by the name of James Peregrin exclaims, then proceeding to shamelessly vote for himself.
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    James Peregrin opens his mailbox, taking a peek at the letters as his eyes find his way to the propaganda poster. He reads over it, nodding with approval. Grasping the paper in his hands, he tosses it into the air with a sense of pride in Bramblebury! "Long leev teh 'alflin' race! Waeh be''ah t'an t'a' Goodbarrel s'i'e wroi'in'." He would say, and with that, he ambled back into his burrow.
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    Nice. Give me rep
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    "Teh fac's dun' care aboo' yer feelin's." James Peregrin would say, before continuing to amble along.
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    A halfling by the name of James Peregrin stumbles across the poster and ballot box on a daily morning stroll. He read over it, his eyes darting from word to word across the small paper hung up, him as well taking out a notepad from his pocket. He quickly scribbled down, in sloppy letters, 'James fer fyre cheef.' Before promptly sliding it into the ballot box. He was ready, he was determined- he was the chosen one. With a sense of completion, he continued merrily ambling along the path once again.
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    A halfling by the name of James Peregrin is reached by the petition, promptly signing it in the name of cactus green.
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    A certain halfling by the name of James Peregrin read over the letter, whistling as he did so. A look of satisfaction spread across his features as he read further, sniffling at the beauty of the letter. “Biggun Realism es teh onleh tru’’ a boo’ teh folk. ‘alflin’s uni’e!”
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    James gazes upon the noticeboard with a look of distaste on his face, as his lips curled. His expression seemed to teeter back and forth, from annoyed to satisfied, as he read the missive. "T'is es a s'ame, realleh. Oi 'oped no'." The halfling would slowly assert, musing as he swayed back and forth in front of the noticeboard. "Meh bread es un Monkeh."
  25. __Clocky
    The Ballot: ((MC Name: TakeMeT0TheG00n)) Name: James Peregrin Vote for Elder: Burt Hassenfort () Onelia Peregrin (xxx) Kerraline Goodbarrel () Cyris Collingwood ()
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