Larry Shortoak

~*~ Surely add in Larry?

Larry who had met and spoken with Knox many, many years ago looked over the doctrine but as he started to read it he began getting bored. "Too long, ain' readin' i'. I'll jus' ask some'un te summarise i'." ~*~

Gift Slip Username: Prologued Name: Larry Shortoak ~*~

The old as dirt wee-folk would be hobbling about the village, his gaze finally noticing the flier on the noticeboard. "I didn' think she was bein' serious! I didn' actually expec' 'er te stick this on the no'iceboard!" he'd ramble to himself, embarassment beginning to take control. Before he reached up to take the flier down, he would stop and think about all the hard work Onelia had done. "No. . I canno', she's pu' a lo' o' effor' inte this, even if i' does make me seem foolish." he'd mutter before hobbling back toward his burrow. ~*~

An Elderly Halfling wandered into Brandybrook upon hearing a word of Rollo’s death. The man’s staff tapped as he hobbled along the dirt paths throughout the village, stopping under a large tree near the beachfront, looking out in into the distance as he pondered on the relationship these two wee-folk once had. Larry began to think on their first meeting, he rolled his eyes as he remembered the ridiculous stories and the constant yelling but ended up smiling. He remembered when he became Thain and how bad he thought that would be. He was, however, happy to be wrong. He remembered the loss Rollo had gone through which reminded him that they shared more similarities than he initially thought and sighed. He thought about their passings every time he would return to the Halfling village, he would nod a few times as he began pulling out his Ironwood pipe filled with Halfling’s grass. There was no secret about it, Larry was not much of a fan about Rollo in the beginning and with time he came to like him. They shared many similarities such as the good intentions he had for the Halflings and led them well for many years without many thanks. He even saw a younger version of himself in Rollo, and I think it was safe to assume that in the end Larry had changed his mind and started to respect him more. “I ‘ope ‘e foun’ wha’ ‘e was lookin’ fer, an’ I hope tha’ i’ was quick an’ painless. The lad did so much fer many years an’ I’m sorry I wasn’ there te ‘elp ye. We will prob’ly mee’ again some day.” the old wee-folk muttered to himself as he flicked a match against the tree, sparking it. He held the flame to the Halfling’s grass for a moment as he began to ignite the plant. He sat there for a few hours as he continued to think and smoke. Eventually, falling asleep amongst the stars. ~*~

I like me some blocks and hobbit RP. Real life, none. As Larry, none.

Haven’t found anything better to do yet.

Because it has now been eight whole years of on and off playing since I first applied to LotC, thought I’d do one of these. ~*~

Am I your uncle or father? Will you still be on LotC after nearly 7 and a half years like me? ~*~

Keen to continue talking to you about Runescape and keep up with your progress ❤️ Hope you don’t end up like this on your current goal ? ~*~

“Oh ‘ow things ‘ave changed. I’m no’ dealin’ with this shi’e, I’m ou’.” Larry would mutter as he hobbled out the gates of Dunshire. ~*~