Heff

Ryan wonders if the valah realize the scourge has gained a foothold in old Malinor.

Fumble giggles as he covers himself in snow... and then jumps into the warm lake. Also he brings snow into the warm side... just to piss of nature.

((What time will this be))

A tiny halfling child rides up to you on a pig, he's a little round near his bottom.

"Do me!"

He tosses the man a sack of 60 minas... not really caring for minas. 

(())

He puts his arm over the large pig and smiles, a toothy grin with a few missing teeth. His curly hair has one curl going in the middle of his face and he has two big eyes. He wears a smooth, but dirty, vest. On the pig's saddle is a wrench hanging off. He also has two big, warm, cheeks and a small nose, fat nose.

Fumble Willwobottom shrugs at the rebel.

"Ya silly bigguns a' always bickerin' ! 'ave a drink togefor o' sometin' !"

"Now ge' out'a Lenfartin' 'for I call da depu'y!"

Ryan thinks Kyle could play his son now.... :)

Fumble thinks Kyle could play a halfling loving adventurer/storyteller now.

Fumble giggles.

"Dis i' like fightin' a munchkin. Ya can' figh' i' with irun... only hugses."

Watching all the older halflings drink, Fumble goes into his backpack, pulling out a fake mustache. He walks up to the man...

"Me 'ave two p'eese!"

Bu' no competition p'eese."

He drinks two bottles of the ales (mixed) and begins to blink furiously.

"D-d-d-da' pre'y good fo' a big-hic- ale..." He turns and stubs his toe, tripping and falling into the bushes.

"Oof…"

He starts to sing... But instead passes out.

Fumble shrugs and heads down to his mounds and mounds of Minas.... something halflings have no use for. He loads a boatload of 100 coins into a wagon, attaching it to Oinkers.

Pouting at his broken stool Fumble has his father write a reply... who also has to stand on a stool...

"Can Fumble pay in hugs?"

Gamle reads the poster. He shakes his head, and says aloud:

"Such logic! Le's roun' up a group o' survivors o' an attack, put 'em all in a room, 'n expect da un's who attacked in da first place NAWT t' try n' finish da job! Anyun' who goes t' dat is signin' a death warrant!"

Fumble Willowbottom stands on a stool and begins to scribble in messy handwriting...

"Fum'le Willowbottom an' 'is piggy Oinkers."

Inb4 Cake Golem

Ermagod you just gave me an idea...

*scribbles down idea for munchkins to unlseash cake golems on the dales*

A note is posted

I'll take half a stack please. So that'll be 128 Minas. Send me a bird or meet me in Malinor.

~Ryan Darkwood

Ryan Darkwood stands, guarding the High Council's meeting. He mumbles something as they pass,

"Valah better no' be bringin' those White Rose back."

No but it has potential. 

This is because we can't just have thousands of new races popping up all over the place. It needs to be regulated. Maybe instead of removing lore proposals have lore be put up and be able to be rped... but can be removed/denied by the lore team (after of course contacting the poster).

We have finished constructing the Event Location known as The Cake Cave. It has been kept from public view for awhile. I was wondering when is the best time to enter for everyone? 

Just post below... and happy drinking. 

Ryan nods to himself,

"Thank Malin somebody's takin' notice o' those handful of Mali' who wish to plow through the Elder Trees."

Finishing stitching his mask Ryan puts it on and has a look in a mirror....

\

He posts a note for the host to see by one of the posters...

Dear Host,

Is there a dress code besides the mask?

((still need arrows or did the trolls scare off the need?))

((need em))

Ryan smirks,

"Might as well relax for a bit.."

He goes and begins to draw masks, bags hanging under his eyes from the sleepless nights he's spent with nightmares of the battle of the Island.

Ryan shakes his head.

"Idiot valah. Always bickerin' ."

In-game screenshot of skin:

Link to skin download: http://lh5.ggpht.com/ATa6XFy-P5bHSFTlgABhgxpGAaEgu4hN78AOMVMt0Tuqjm53GddyrwDhNBvrSy0G5asTwElvao3v1da9PGTHew

MC name: ryanheff74

Your character's race and subrace: Elf. Mali'ame (Pure Wood Elf) 

Note: If there needs to be a guard scene, he is a Lumidrim.

Fumble leans over his father's shoulder as he sorts through the papers....

"Nope nope! Da' won' do pa! We can' 'ave bigguns livin' un burrows... da' jus' ain' righ' !"

As many have stated before it is up to the leaders rply to control their nation. Take the halflings for example. They don't have a military force (except the sherrif and deputies + swarms of tiny people). Its up to everyone to govern their nation... not ooc rules.