__Clocky

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.

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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.

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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.

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Yours truly,

The proper James Peregrin, declaring his candidacy.

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

"Le'ssssss goooooo." James Peregrin would say, reading over the poster on the noticeboard.

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]

And so it begins.

The grind...

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.

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.

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.

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.

One of the MOST based staff members on this server. You deserve a break after dealing with all of us heathens out here.


 

"Ave Sedan! Ave teh Rebellion!" A halfling by the name of James Peregrin would cry out. How strange.

1 minute ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

sir this is a roleplaying server not a battle royale.

 

you know that niches can grow, right?

I thought this was a free for all kit pvp server

11 minutes ago, ScreamingDingo said:

wonk syndrome

How do you delete someone else's forum post

Some nice lore! Would love for this to be implemented... +1!

Definitely didn't proofread it...

“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.

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.

"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.

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.

Nice.


Give me rep

"Teh fac's dun' care aboo' yer feelin's." James Peregrin would say, before continuing to amble along.

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.

A halfling by the name of James Peregrin is reached by the petition, promptly signing it in the name of cactus green.

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!”