Heff

Fumble runs around the surrounding areas of the Cloud Temple... posting posters everywhere, including on the back of a fat cow, in messy handwriting:

"All 'OBBITS AN' 'ALFINS

Ta ge' to the new p'ace o' livin' go from Cloud Temple towar's Wild Dockses an' will see sign on lef' a bi' after passin' Cloud Monkey farm! I' says

TO 'ALFINS!

Go dat road, I' be righ' 'fore beach to Wildses!

((Translation: Go to the Cloud Temple and Head towards the wild docks... as you head there on your left will eventually be a sign that says

"to the halfling vale"... keep walking and you will see our construction area... Only build your burrow in a spot told to you that is cleared up by a planner ))

Fumble works hard on a burrow he has dug out himself... noting the lack of beds in previous Willowbottom burrows he makes sure to add two for whoever lives there.

ssssoooo nyone wanna grow some trees in the original lenfarthing

Never come across a single Dread Knight that I thought was "doing it right". Then again, only ever come across one Dread Knight, and that was in Adunia.

Is there a lack of information on the DK side of things on how to RP the creatures and where their limits lie?

At least you are fighting terrorists.

Fumble giggles at the note, writing a note on the Owl's back in permanent ink

From the owls of de Rosaen, one attempts to land on the frigate of the halflings, a small note seems to be attached to its leg, ready to be opened

 

"House de Rosaen, the Ascended church and the Reformers are happy to announce that we might can do more then just a simply pray. We offer ourselves to aid in the rebuild of your fallen town, may the saints be with you.

 

`Patrique de Rosaen

"We no' nee' no biggun 'elp wit building' ! We i' movie' an' diggin' new burrows! Halfling burrow i' bes' burrow. Donatin's o' food i' fine. We don' care for minases"

-snip-

plz dont move closer to ct, in honesty to put it bluntly. The halflings are not active, why would you want to put another ghost town near spawn?? ? instead of copy and pasted trees. ))

((to get more active... its our goal is to increase popularity by becoming more involved with the community (not being as isolated) and moving closer to spawn (like the orcs did) It just so happens that the new cloud  temple is right near the selected valley. Also we have found a piece of land a little ways from the cloud temple not in plain sight that is perfect for our type of housing... a small valley to be exact))

Fumble writes on the side of his boat

#pray4Lenfarthing

Somethings wrong with Malinor?

As the boat nears the GM Village Fumble awakes in a pool of tears. Grumbling he gets up, grabbing his notepad and pen. He walks about the Ale Barrel Boat taking a head count.

"Oi! I' ya i' alive gimme ya name an' ya curren' condition. Does has 'ave any scratchies?"

The boy waves a clip-board in each survivor's sad face, each face drooping in sadness from watching hundreds of halflings massacred.

The Clipboard:

ThE Hedd CoOnt

-Uncie Rich (uracow)

-Fum'le  (ryanheff74)

-Monkey Bungo (Dr_Dovahkiin)

 

- Pa Bolo (UrtrollingBuddy)

-Calvin (Deckolo)

-Thimble (MushyNinja)

-Aris (Tmdeath)

-Posco (gorgo_empire)

-Bango (Ned_Lud)

-Yokey Dokey (valon487)

-Milo (Matt01101)

-Popo (Splitchris)

-Fred (cman64)

((This is just to see who's still active ATM after we have left the destroyed Dales and made way for the new Valley. If you have any questions about our current whereabouts or any problems about our relocation please let me know))

((Again, I must apologize for the long wait. The scanner I used has broken. Upon the scanner being fixed I should be able to bring out portraits quicker, and more regularly.))

((Okay thanks for the update!))

No I'll stick with being naturally handsome thank you

Says the fat halfling

http://youtu.be/mZbyPcOiU6A

The familiar sounds of Lenfarthing filled the air. Children played, fathers farmed, and mothers baked. Fumble and a few other halflings were relaxing on the boat, drinking some cider. Gamle the Dwarf was showing off his beardmancy while Fumble demonstrated his farting skills.

           Thats when the

            Blood Crystal              

             showed up.

The halflings gazed in awe at the Crystal, some mothers coming out of their kitchens to investigate. Fumble hopped off the Barrel Boat and strolled over to the Crystal. 

"Fumble! Ge' on the boa' !"

The Harbingers appeared in the trees... snow covered Lenfarthing. Shouts and cries erupted. The air chilled. Gamle The Dwarf. The Bravest of them all stepped in front of the Harbringers, taking a spell to protect Rich, Bolo, and Fumble from eternal damnation. The Scourge cackled and Black Servants appeared everywhere. Masses of halflings fell to their withering blades... multiple hobbits being encased in pure north ice. Fumble Willowbottom heaved his pigs and cart over to the boat, carrying multiple supplies... the halflings intended to escape... never being ones to fight. A Cleric burst from the masses of halflings being massacred, shooting spells and slashing his blessed sword... a light amongst the darkened Dales. The remaining halflings loaded supplies, mostly ale and doughnuts, onto the boat. Only a few remained... and the boat began to float away. Leaving the brave Gamle The Protector to sink to the bottom of the lake, encased in corrupted ice. The halflings boat floated away, and the Cleric leapt aboard. The last few glimpses that the survivor's got of the Dales were horrific and all of them wept for the hundreds of family and friends that fell to the evil Scourge... the opposite of the joyful halflings. But there was one they wept for the most as they steered down river towards the God-Men Village. Gamle.

Cast yourselves into the ocean to become mermen?

........

;-; or just be nomads that'd be cool too

cool.

"Fumble Willowbottom. A donkey or pony."

Mc Name: ryanheff74

((are you trying to say we'd look for Fumble?))

 

WE'LL SAVE YA LADDY

((Yup))

The Willowbottom burrow seemed... rather odd. Only one figure sat inside, about the size of a grown halfling... maybe Bolo had returned? Upon entrance one would find a scarecrow sitting by the fireplace with a note in its hand. 

"Me aM OrePhen Nuw. I rAnNed aWay tWo un OrEphen-Fudge. I's wHeeer me belon's!

-Fum'le"

Numerous halflings stare in awe, they have to find Fumble. What if he never returns and gets eaten! Or worse... becomes a city hobbit. 

OOC:

So just wanted to create a little event of trying to Find Fumble who ran out into the big bad world.

-Never even noticed-

Bod's charred corpse rolls on the ocean floor.

His orphanage was burned down by the cray cray lady who owned it.

Asulon: "Omg having the Temple in a central location is awful lets make it more secluded."

Anthos: "Omg having the temple in a secluded location is awful lets make it more central."

Faildunians

-snip snap Just don't have the time to play another char-

I hear he commits the act of twerkage!

Hundreds of peasants each day look at his twerking paintings.