Turbo_Dog

Based idea I’m taking this now.

Boy do I love mice. +1 this is the pest I always wanted

Moo

It was another simple day in this great big world. Flour had his seventieth birthday just a few months ago. He knew his time was short as he gazed over another cake he made for himself taking a slice off and chewing on it thinking over his life with his roommate Sheo as they spoke over a few small matters before saying their goodbyes to each other for the night. That night Flour would fall asleep like any other night but when the sun rose he wouldn’t awake. He laid there for his final slumber his eyes shut, ears drooped and his house no longer hustling and bustling with his housemagery nor the smell of baked goods emitting for it. In the morning a few letters would be sent out to a few choice people by a small wooden dragonfly. To, Sheo: To, The Sons of Krug: To, The Fishing Guild of Almaris:

Where are all the monster hunter fans in this thread? I’d thought they would swarm this. +1

[!] Notices we’re hung all around Vikela and sent flying on the wind for people to stumble upon ”SLAVA! It is me mayor Flour. Has it really been 4 years already, time sure passes by fast huh? Now to the point TIME FOR A NEW MAYOR OF VIKELA TO BE ELECTED! You, yes YOU could be the next mayor of the city responsible for laws, bills, and more! I know it sounds like a lot of boring paperwork but i promise on the Giant the whole time I was mayor I did see a single slip of paper with long tedious wording. Still reading this? Good thank you for reading but now I am done writing GO YOUR CAMPAIGN STARTED! -Sincerely Flour “Orc-Lifter”

Would you like to stop by Roman next weekend for a bit of kaktuz green?

The old musin looked over the missive and shook his head slowly like a disappointed father “Actual Neanderthal of a son. Who just writes a big missive over this?” He tossed his copy of the missive into the fireplace to feed the flame his expression that of disappointment

The musin would pat his foe on the back of the leg “You’ll get him next time pal.”

Best of luck Disc and may all go well for you.

Flour read his copy of the invitation over looking over the lengthy guest list that was inscribed on it “Holy biscuits and pastries how big is the host building going to be for this many people?” He said as he turned back to a cake he was decorating a look of concern on his face

The Rizzard of Almaris (real)

Flour read a copy of the paper over taking in the words. When he finished reading it he would smile “Long live the stout but mighty halflings of Bywater!” He would exclaimed suddenly

Step 1. Make dwarf step 2. Ireheart step 3. Win conclusion. Join the Irehearts on a dwarf

The musin read the missive with a smile “Sons of Krug have always been pretty great. Ancestors bless their efforts.”

flour looked over his favorite newspaper as he sat in a chair eating a tin of cookies smiling at each illustration “I have to invite him for dinner sometime soon again.”

The olog had the missive copy read out to him “Dah metul cow ting iz a Bûrz Zpawn? Dat momozkaher ate mi ztew bef’ure!” He tore up his copy of the missive in anger

the olog had the missive read out to him “Dey praize dah Maw?! Wub dah skahhhh?”

I Bannerlord Flour “Orc-Lifter” have seen a need for a Mayor in the city of Vikela. And where their is demand supply must be given. I wish to be your mayor! As mayor I will bring to light our recent issue of robberies and try to prevent it from happening again with my four year plan. Vote wisely Vikela their can be only one and only one will do you justice. Vote Flour for mayor!

On many notice boards across the land and in mailboxes were missives put up. It was an invitation of sorts. It read as follows: “ Slava from the North! It is the Vistulians here and I’m sure you missed us all. We write this to invite you all to a very great celebration. In six cactus days we will be holding a great festival in our little coastal down by Docks of Norland. This festival is to hold plenty of drinks, a feast, folk tales, and a call for great warriors across the land in a fighting tournament with a grand 100 mina prize for first place and 50 mina and a pat on the shoulder for second place. Bring your warm cloths and your fighting spirit. We look forward to seeing you there!” — Sincerely, Flour “Orc-Lifter”

Flour looked over the notice hung by his door “I’m no elf but I support this new chiefdom.”

Flour reading the note grins seeing an opportunity to strike using his friend’s misfortune “Time to get a little artsy.”

The musin would drop from the ceiling covered in dust onto his shoulder and would read the post “Sorry I was doing some cleaning when you called me. Do you think this is a Ratiki letter or is it too formal to be them? Either way they make a good few point in this.”

The Musin looked at the official government guide book and smiled seeing the titles, names, and faces "This must of taken a lot of time to make. Very good on Leika for doing it this well." he would say to no one in particular

the musin peered over one of the letters on the manor ground that seems to of been dropped “Oh boy this is going to be something I can tell already.”