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    Greta Goodbarrel Applefoot
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    Halfling

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  1. Greta shakes her head. ”You’re making a bold assumption in claiming that demons won’t attack Brandybrook again. Regardless of what we do, our days on this continent are numbered. I fear anything we build will be destroyed sooner or later.”
  2. Greta stroked her chin, pondering for a moment as she tapped her cane on the floor. ”Despite the recent victories of the bigguns against the demons, I do believe Rufus and Sean may be correct in this case. There has long been talk of abandoning Arcas and sailing to a new world, and given the waste lain upon Aegrothond and Siramenor, I do believe that the destruction of Brandybrook was inevitable, and that resettling it would be rather pointless. Until such a time comes where more in Arcas are willing to make the journey across the sea, my advice would be to seek temporary accomadations wherever we can; perhaps a temporary village or an encampment of sorts.”
  3. Greta stood silently beside her husband at the ship’s edge, watching as her home for the past four years was consumed by flame and smoke. As tears streamed down her face, she held tight her daughter, Eliza, who she had rescued at the last moment alongside a few comparatively worthless trinkets. As Greta observed the destruction, she could not help but wonder why her own response was subdued compared to that of those around her. Perhaps, simply, it had not yet dawned upon her truly that the village was gone. Or, perhaps, she had been prepared for this moment ever since the bombkins were first placed, or even before that, when she, her friends, and her family had been holed up in the bunker below the village during the dreaded demonic siege of Aegrothond. Another part of her, however, the part that had been filled with elvish stoicism during her stay in the Silver City, could not help but question if she would truly miss Brandybrook’s cozy burrows and streets and if she was simply glad that all her loved ones had made it on board the Spicy Shrimp. For, while their homes could be replaced, they could not. Regardless, what was done was done. An entire people had been rendered homeless, and Greta knew it would fall partially to her to lead them to fairer shores. She did not weep for Brandybrook, and instead turned to the horizon, looking to the future ahead...
  4. Greta simply beamed at the notice on the board; she was too shocked and delighted to even think of something clever to say.
  5. My thoughts fall mostly in line with those of Jumper and Burnside What I will add is an opinion I have on the elected officials (Mayor etc.) They should serve for “good behavior” which is for life unless they are removed or challenged. Any halfling who has at least a few supporters should be able to challenge a sitting official for their position; thereby commencing an election. This is a right that is extended to citizens in Haelun’or, and keeps their democracy fresh and prevents a situation where nobody’s voice is being heard without having unnecessary election cycles. Of course, if the sitting candidate gets more votes than the challenger, then they stay. The thain should also be able to remove someone from office provided they can nominate at least one candidate to succeed them; the election process would then commence to finalize this decision.
  6. Greta laid awake next to Filibert, her eyes staring into the darkness above. She could not sleep, not after everything that had happened. The battle alone had already drained her of any happiness she had felt in the past few days, she could not sit in silence without hearing the screams, nor close her eyes without seeing the writhing victims of malflame. She still could not believe it; another halfling had perished, and a village elder no less! She thought about Andon; he had already been depressed by the wretched state of the world; and now he had lost the love of his life. She thought about Isalie, how she had insulted the poor lady over petty political reasons; now the thain had lost two of her children. Finally, Greta thought about Anne, the brightest and kindest soul Greta had ever encountered, now torn by the death of both of her siblings; the youngest of three reduced to an only child. How was this worth it? The camp was burned, the battle was lost, what did Fred and Kit-Kat die for? If the demons can be stopped then they’ll have to be stopped without Brandybrook’s aid. And if they can’t be stopped; it is better to die together than to die separately. Filibert knew it. Greta knew it. “This war isn’t worth the cost. How many more have to die before everyone realizes that?”
  7. Don’t worry about it lads, Greta’ll handle this.
  8. Greta sets down the paper, letting out a small sigh of relief. ”Thank God I married a responsible journalist.”
  9. Greta sat numbly in the tavern as she listened to tales of the battle; already horrified by what she had seen, her despair was only worsened by the news of Fredegar Puddlefoot’s passing. Though her interactions with him before the battle had been few and not particularly pleasant; she had watched as he heroically climbed the ladder to rescue Boris Oceantoe, and knew that his sacrifice had been of the utmost merit. And even if it hadn’t, the death of any fellow halfling, especially on the field of battle, is a tragedy. She lamented briefly, that Fredegar would not live out his final years in the comfort and tranquility of Brandybrook as she would. It was unfair. ”There is nothing more disgusting than war.”
  10. Greta walks along the beach, surveying the shipwreck ”Dear lord... we’ve got another one, haven’t we?”
  11. Greta chuckled at the small note. ”At least the people are finally starting to speak their minds.”
  12. Greta reads over the pamphlet, a look of concern slowly forming over her face ”Well... the truth is the truth, I suppose.”
  13. [!] A thin pamphlet is tacked to Brandybrook’s noticeboard A Letter of Apology Dear Brandybrook, I write to the village on behalf of myself, my husband, and our associates. There are few words to express the depth of my regret as I review the incidents of my wedding. The thought of causing violence in this village is unbearable to me, and the fact that my words nearly led to such an end is deeply troubling. Though it was certainly not my intention to cause civil unrest, I stand fully prepared to accept the blame for doing so; the decision to bring my political goals into a personal event was ill-advised, and the words themselves were poorly chosen. I end the first section of this letter by offering a full apology to anybody who was offended by my speech, while also condemning with great pity those who felt the need to draw swords against words. Truly, I did not anticipate this reaction and am deeply ashamed that bloodshed nearly occurred in this beautiful village as a direct result of my actions. Moreover, I wish to clarify that, though the reaction that I received was not expected, the political nature of this speech was known to Filibert, who, in his deepest admiration for me, gave his full consent for me to speak at our wedding. In the interest of transparency, it must be admitted that we choose to have our wedding sooner than later because I hoped to draw in a large crowd. To say that this wedding was a “political stunt”, however, would be very wrong. It must be understood that my beliefs and efforts are a large part of who I am and that Filibert, as my lifelong companion, wanted to support me in any way he could, not necessarily because he agrees with everything I believe, but because he loves me. We have known each other for many years, and our relationship was one that blossomed over time. While it is true that we did not waste much time after it came into bloom, the notion that anything about our union was rushed is one that I resent deeply. With that being said, I wish to briefly address the sentiments expressed in my speech, so as to make clear my intentions. Though I did vow to print the speech in full, it has come to my attention that it would be neither right nor safe to do so. Though I spoke the opening lines of this speech with utmost sincerity, the second paragraph was very much an exercise in hyperbole, and in it, my sentiments were greatly exaggerated. Thain Isalie Gardner is most certainly not the poorest leader I have ever seen, and her calm handling of the situation as well as her willingness to hold open council with me in its aftermath must be commended. One might ask; what, then, were my intentions? After careful consideration, I have decided that the village is owed a full explanation, describing my pursuits from their very conception. When I first arrived in Brandybrook, I did so without any sense of purpose. The life I had known in Haelun’or had been (proverbially) reduced to ashes, and for the first time in years, I was on my own. As I began to more closely study the village I noticed that the elders and thain were rarely around, and this is a complaint I heard from a number of residents. Having lived in places where leaders are elected (Norbury and Haelun’or) all my life, I began to question why, if the people were dissatisfied with their leaders, they could not simply vote them out. When it became apparent to me that Brandybrook did not have any such provision in its laws, within me was awoken a calling to public service, and I declared that I would not rest until democracy had been established in the village. I began interviewing the people for two purposes; first, to determine what the values and interests of the people of Brandybrook were; and second, to find supporters who would rally around my cause. It is perhaps at this stage of the campaign that I made a grave mistake; rather than submitting my proposal for a constitution to the thain for review, I chose instead to wait until I had amassed an army of supporters. I assumed that the thain would not accept any changes unless the entire village demanded it, and I feared that if I gathered support publicly, that her ladyship or the elders would attempt to discredit me. Hoping to avoid this, together with Mr. Minto Townsend, I established a secret society called the Halfling Liberty Association, which was dedicated to the sole purpose of signing a letter of petition to the thain. Though every member of this association agreed that Brandybrook should have a participatory government, the severity of the current system was greatly disputed. Unfortunately, I tended to believe the radical sentiments of Mr. Townsend, who openly called the thain “biased” and “quick to hold grudges”. Mr. Townsend himself admitted that it was largely his sentiments that were expressed in my speech, and it must be assured that they do not reflect the sentiments of every member of the HLA. Despite the radical sentiments of Mr. Townsend, a wide array of supporters flocked to the Association; namely Andon Cloudberry, Theodore Mowood, and Filibert Applefoot. Even the Warden, though he did not join the Association, gave his endorsement upon learning of my plan, and offered to bring my ideas to the thain. That is why when Mr. Cloudberry and my then-betrothed Filibert were made elder and sheriff respectively, I assumed that, though I had asked him not to, the Warden had given word to the thain of the Association and its goals. I made further errors by jumping to this conclusion. Though I had always intended a speech for my wedding, its tone became far more critical and inflammatory as a result of what I misconstrued as a blatant attempt to stop my movement, a sentiment that was only made worse when my husband was sacked and accused of conspiracy; the only evidence against him being that he married me. The thain, however, in her good wisdom, eventually decided that, rather than jumping to conclusions as I had done, that it would be beneficial for both of us to have a meeting. So it was that, in the presence of Mr. Townsend, Mr. Cloudberry, the Warden, and several others; a reconciliation occurred between myself and Madam Gardner, it was revealed to me that she was unaware of my movement due to her focus on the demon threat, and her ladyship was presented with the documents I had authored. (Which, though rendered somewhat obsolete by circumstance, remain very much relevant in their sentiments; a copy of them may be found next to this pamphlet.) It is to be hoped, now, that common ground will be found between my associates and the thain and elders. Though I remain steadfast in my promotion of democracy, I shall not do so at the cost of peace, for I seek only to serve the greater good. Long Live the Thain! Greta Goodbarrel Applefoot -Local Halfling Revolutionary [!] Next to the pamphlet is a long scroll of parchment
  14. Greta squints at the decree on the noticeboard, taking a brief moment before simply muttering ”The die is cast.”
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