TopazTheMagi

[!] An advertisement penned in what seems to be crushed berry ink is pinned to the nearest upright surface. On the parchment is a drawing of a group of Halflings enjoying drinks in a tavern and talking with one another. -*- Cobblecroak Tavern Night! All Are Welcome! -*- HELLO FOLK OF COBBLECROAK AND OTHER REGIONS! Oor city has insofar had a drought ae drinkin' an' partyin', an' we intend tae fix tha' wif oor first PUBLIC TAVERN NIGHT! Drinks be free fer all travellers! Come see th' spirit ae the Weefolk fer yerself- an' if ye nae interested then jus' get comedicalleh drunk, ah will nae judge. Try The Sludge! We be located down th' road from Urguan- follow th' signposts! <3 Meet in two Pumpkin days. All are welcome!* -Clover Mireburrow *except th' guy who broke me focken kneecaps, ye know who ye are

Shuffling the responses in her hands Clover furrowed her brow, looking down at the missive on the floor. It was probably a questionable idea to put the question out to public, so she couldn't blame whoever did it... looking at the scrawled word on the board and what few answers she received. "...is as mud, eh?" She chuckles grimly to herself. "...a'least th' records show Dunwen went on oor terms." She takes the missive and removes it entirely. She'd put up something better later. Scrawled on top of the word written in bare wood- ONE DAY WE WON'T HAVE TO BE Afraid. ANYMORE.

A piece of paper is tacked to the messageboard of Cobblecroak, waving in the wind with sloppy handwriting on it. --- Oi apologize fer bein' nosy, really, considerin' I've only just arrived, but wif what me mum told me about the great Halfling collective I was confused t'put it lightly when I entered Aevos expectin' a parade and instead ended up a' a funeral march. Nobody's 'ere, an' I'd like t' be caught up on why that is... 'eard the Musin moved out, an' we're not too much in with the dwarf folk anymore, an' quite a few a' the gnomefolk 're elsewhere too. An' just the fact a'the matter- can't walk around ootside without feelin' loike there's a ghost in th' streets. What exactly 'appened 'ere in Cobblecroak? Where'd Dunwen go, where'd our allies go? 'F anyone can tell a lady what exactleh's been happenin' here, I'd appreciate 't a lot. (An' if there's any way I can 'elp put the city... do we call ours cities?... ...well, put whatever this is 't rights, please let me know. I dunnae where everyone else's gone, but I'm gonna be here for a while, mark my words.) Thank'yeh and sorry fer bein' annoyin' abou' it, -Clover Mireburrow

Honestly, I've started a hiatus as well over this and seriously considered quitting. This is the one thing on this server I've enjoyed and staff keeps threatening it, so I tried to fight back and burnt myself out. This is a video game, not an investment profile or stock or something. You do not have to keep doing things everyone hates to make the server "improve". You'll drive away players because they came here to have fun- not work- and you turn it into the latter. Anyway- fully agreeing with Jumper. This is just... ugh.

Name: Topaz Mireburrow Race: Halfling Mayor Vote: Mimosa Applefoot [X] Xob Wobson [ ] Dolly Peregrin [ ] Sheriff Vote: Breasal Nimblefoot [ ] Taylor Woodrun [X]

Topaz Mireburrow picks up a paper, scrunching her face as she reads... "Ah, goo'ness... we're finally lettin' in more bigguns, huh? An' some expansions, too..." She smiles. "Abou' time we let in some friends a' ours. Maybe I'll even run fer mayor... wonder who the hell'd vote fer me. Be funny though... real funny." With this, she stashes away the paper, humming as she heads home, safe another day.

You find a hastily-scrawled letter in your aviary... All members of our community here in Bywater are welcome to join a writing event next Pumpkin day! Any from experienced writers to first-timers to those who don't feel the urge at all (though we'll see- we'll try to make it fun!) are welcome. Some time will be dedicated each to writing and sharing out! Will be hosted at the bar. Books will be handed out by event-runner. All sorts of writing from short stories to poetry to jokebooks are encouraged- as long as it's the written word, it's welcome! Hope to see you there. Yours -Topaz Mireburrow

Another letter? What's this... Everyone, the thieves have been dealt with! Er, nae like tha'. Biggun lady came (sweetheart) an' recruited 'em to a sailor ship. Dunno if child labor be legal bu' they've got more of a home now than they did, an' they shoul' be buggin' us a bit less- an' their tomfoolery's goin' someplace in a positive direction. If I see 'em again I'll let ye know! Won't be bashin' em again though. Fool I am. Thanks, and see ye! Yours truly, Topaz Mireburrow

Residents of Bywater may find a letter in their aviaries that reads... To my fellow Bywater residents- a pair of thieves has been spotted in Bywater! ...Kind of. Fellows tried makin' off with a fishin' rod- nae borrowin' it, stealin' it and runnin' outta town. Dunno if they took anythin' else. They both 'ad orange hair, an' looked a little on the wee side for bigguns, an' they were brothers of a sor'. They looked awful like each other. One was called Jasper, didn't catch the other one's name. An' one had rather dirty clothes... yeah, even comin' from me. Now I woul' probably be more miffed soundin' if I hadn't taken the immediate option while panickin' and whacked the one on the head with a shovel. Which I feel bad abou', 'cause I only realized after th' fact that they were prob'ly jus' lookin' fer a way t' catch fish. Said somebody sent 'em? Doin' wha' they were tol'? (And said tha' someone sic'ed 'em on us for us bein' wicked or th' like.) I'm nae sure if I shoul' believe them. I gave 'em some a' Billy Bob's potatoes 'cause they mighta needed 'em. Go' the rod back bu' I still feel bad. If they're spotted again... next time maybe corner 'em withou' violence? Give 'em some carin' and wellbein' an' the like, try an' sell 'em on nae stealin' stuff? I'm gonna go pray t' Knox for forgiveness. Damn my violent upbringin'. Sorry 'f this be a bit of a confessionary rather than a warnin'. Be on the lookout fer a pair a' bright-orange brothers, an' if ye see 'em, er, prob'ly introduce 'em to Halflin' hospitatlity better than I did. Yours shamefully, -Topaz Mireburrow P.S. If ye orange lads get ahold a' this somehow, er... sorry. :(

Topaz grins, picking up the letter and putting it in her pocket. "Heh... glad I was able t' help build that bakery in time fer it to be used! Maybe I've earned some brownie points fer that one... heh, brownies. Get it? Cause it's a bakery? ...Tough crowd," she said to nobody, before chuckling and heading home.

While I have come too late to have met him, this is an evident loss for both the community and the world. Rest in peace, Dantory. May your mind and loved ones be at ease, and your memory preserved.

*An update has been tacked to the board, seeming to be only slightly newer than the notice itself. Everyone- my house has been broken into again immediately after making this notice, so I figured I would keep you updated. It seems like whoever it is is either in a group or mob- that or they have too much time on their hands. I am aware I am rolling the dice by posting this again, but the city deserves to know. To the criminal who saw this notice- if you break into my house a third time, you are comically petty. I advise you find something better to do. At least do something interesting. Flour, maybe? Throw water at me? I don't know, I am bored. -Jade Nocturne

There has been a series of break-ins in the underground housing district in Fiandria! Everyone, double-check your doors, especially if you are in similarly lower priced housing such as the Sunken Vallel- you may be the next target. (Or already were.) Those in more costly homes should still take guard, though, as evidently there is a thief around. Whoever it was missed my things as they had only checked my closet where I store materials that they'd found unworthy of taking, but they are evidently trying to take something. Be careful everyone. I got lucky, but you don't need to take the chance. -Jade Nocturne

Finally got around to drawing my characters so I could have a half-decent profile picture. Figured I'd post it. Apologies for the compression to oblivion.

Topaz Mireburrow reads through the letter, then shakes her head. "First they give mud a bad name and then they hurt that poor fox, an' now a hole in time? Treacherous times... if I could get me mitts on whoever's doin' this..."