Heff

My bad, I'll add that now.

Good... Or we would've baked you in a pie.

Fumble prepares his ale bombs

"No bigguns gonna ge' int'ah 'ere!"

Ryan elbows his patrol partner,

"Bet this jokes gonna try an' overthrow his "corrupt" patients."

His fellow Lumi'drim chuckles and the two continue down the forest path on patrol.

Ermagod dude nu. You were probably my favorite person to rp with and I'm gonna miss having so much fun with you.

Have fun in real life... I heard the FPS is awful....

Overused joke?

Yes?

:(

Anyways... 

Bod + Tali' Bes' Chums For Life

Lumi'drim Ryan Darkwood smiles.

"Finally."

Fumble smirks, sitting next to his fake Bolo.

"Okey dokey! Yay~"
 

"Fum'le an' Pa i' gon' 'ave grea' feas' !"

"Righ' pa?"

The fake Bolo falls over on its face.

"Fum'le knew ya would' wanna ea' !"
 

Please no voiceovers....... please. Show halflings farming and get the chat bubble mod. I'd be willing to act for you... as in walking around and stuff. Maybe they could all be farming and drinking and Fumble runs over. Then they go on a grand adventure in the Witch Woods.

Fumble sniffs,

"Okey dokey tanks."

He hops on his pig and they trot home

Fumble squirms through all the legs off the bigguns, easily doing so with his tiny halfling child size, tears on his cheeks,

"Will pa eva' come back?"

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Ryan Darkwood waits in line until everyone is finished, asking

"Will I ever raise a child?"

Well then Fumble already went insane.

"Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now..."

Those words echoed through the Willowbottom Burrow. Fumble's pig looked worriedly at his master... who now paced back and forth through the once cozy home. A family of great prosperity, richness, and adventure once filled these halls. Now all that was left was a child who was utterly confused. His father's goodnight words of the night before echoed in his mind. The man o' wha' ? The man o' da house? Da's nu's! Me is only 'obbit in the burrow! Not even paying attention to his pig Fumble dumped the cabinets open, dropping all of his sketches onto the floor. Papers and tools scattered the room as the tinkerer was hard at work. The dust cleared and now a small, life sized scare-crow of nuts, bolts, wooden planks, pumpkins, and hay sat before the fire-place. A sculpture of Bolo, the child's father, now stood in place of the empty hole in Fumble's heart. The boy began treating the statue as his own father, trying to fill the gaping cavern of sadness and confusion in his heart. A small bit of insanity filled the burrow.

"Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now...Fum'l ya i' man o' house now..."

Fumble wanders around the burrow aimless muttering to himself,

"Fum'le ya i' man o' house now... ya i' man o' house now... ya i' man o' house now..."

He repeats this to himself thousands and thousands of times, bags growing under his eyes, lost without his father.

((Thanks for the funnest times ever! Hope you return as Bolo one day! Thanks for introducing me into this great community))

The bloody elf stumbled into the square, his helm had a dent, cuts littered his un-armored skin and his chain mail was slashed. Slowly he made his way to the nearest Sentinel...

"Find. Corvo."

The Sentinel nodded and head into the Barracks, working on new posters.

An Elf Is Wanted:

Recently a Varsele High Elf named Corvo was spotted in Malinor. He must be found. And killed. After being confronted by the Lumi'drim he sprinted away only to battle Lumi'drim Ryan Darkwood on a hilltop. Corvo took a smooth-head arrow to the chest but managed to throw the brave Sentinel off the cliff, a hilt bash into his head. A drawing of the man is below, his whereabouts must be reported to Lumi'drim immediately! 

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((OOC: If you are a registered member of the Dwarven Kingdom or any of it's vassals, then yes. Otherwise no.

A note to Orens coming on and trolling-you're just wasting your time. Bungo is always allowed though))

((can Elves from Malinor play?))

Sweet now i can go outside and explore the world that is called Earth   

I heard the graphics are awful....

Overused joke?

Yes?

:(

-snip-

Ryan Darkwood shakes his head from the tree-tops as he patrols the canopy.

"This i' gonna be a long day."

"Thank'ee I will begin gathering the coin."

​Notes are posted around Malinor and The Crossing:

Lookin' to purchase a steed!
Prefferably very fast, but  not that strong. An' with a brown or white coat. Tis fine if not the color but please post yer offers below or send a bird to me, Ryan Darkwood!"

Wonders if they will start loving squirrels like the elves must do according to Markus.

Ryan loves a squirrel.

I messaged Apollo before hand so I guess its there choice on who to pick. ;p

I messaged her before hand :( I guess it's up to her ;(

+1 every RP'er needs to read this guide.

 Gondolin 

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yesssssss.

Fumble plays with his toy pig.

"Hail piggy."