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For that to happen there would have to be females... and we know female dwarfs are just a myth

Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground!

Milo Herbwallow strolls up, quickly scribbling down his wish. "Discs for my sound making box."

A few days later Milo returns, scratching out what he had previously wrote before writing down something new. "A map of all of Anthos and saplings from the Elandriel grove."

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No bubby...

Elysium/Kalos 2.0!!!!! PARTY!!!

Milo leans forward, scratching his beard as he begins to speak. "If these people Dri is killin' are innocent then the Aspects shouldn't be allowin' 'im to use their blessin' for it.

Milo sits, running his fingers up and down his leg, turning towards Beth before speaking once more. "Perhaps we should speak wit' other nations such as the dwarves n' elves 'bout a plan to remove the tower wit' force if it turns ou' the tower is indeed a threat..."

Milo leans forward in his seat, scratching his dirty grey beard and thinking for a moment before speaking. "Perhaps it would be smart to come up wit' a plan to remove the tower if need be..."

A frown spreads across Milo's face as he glances back over to Arial "We can discuss all o' this after the moot."

Turns to Arial, giving her a warm smile "Callax 'as asked me to watch over ye dedicancy in 'is place."

Milo lays his staff across his lap, looking over towards Dain. "Shall we begin or are we waitin' for more people to arrive?"

Milo strolls into the moot room using his staff to lead. He glances around the room, nodding to Frosty before taking his seat upon the Love Sofa.

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Milo slouches on the Iron throne, a throne forged from the shovels of the vanquished, a thousand of them, melted together like so many candles...

He straightens up as he sees Bolo making his way over, a few of his banner men with him. "Bolo." Milo says calmly. "Wha' is this?" He asks as he slips a small letter out of his pocket. 

The area falls silent as Milo scoffs and rips the letter in half "Is this meant to be ye shield, Elder Bolo?"

Bolo smirks as he shakes his head, looking towards Aris, the commander of the gold shovels, before returning his attention back to Milo "Ye 'ave no claim to Eldership-" Bolo begins to say before he is interrupted by Milo jumping to his feet and shouting at the top of his lungs "LIAR!" Filled with anger, Milo points out to Bolo and his men, yelling loudly "KILL 'EM! KILL ALL O' 'EM!"

The sound of shovels being drawn is heard all around as Bolo orders Aris "Take Milo back to 'is burrow n' keep 'im there, under guard!" 

Aris gives burrow a firm nod before shouting out "'obbits o' the gold shovels! NOW!"

In an instant the hobbits of the gold shovels charged out at Bolo's men, bonking them on the head with their shovels and capturing Bolo.

Bolo is thrown in Rich's cell where is kept for a few days, visited only to be given ale and cake. Finally he is brought out to the statue of Dalek the demented infront of everyone.  

He looks around at the crowd before beginning to speak "I Elder Bolo o' 'ouse Willowbottom, confess m'treason in sight o' Dalek an' men.. Tha' Milo is the rightful Elder o' Lenfarthin'.."

Milo smirks as he steps forward, looking down at Bolo with disgust before addressing the crowd. "Bolo 'as announced 'is treason... Now, M'mother 'as urged me to spare Elder Bolo. Allow 'im to live ou' 'is days on the pumpkin wall in permanent exile where he can continue to serve the village."   He pauses for a moment. "Bu' she 'as the soft 'eart o' a women, n' so long as I am ye Elder treason shall not go unpunished! Rich, bring me 'is 'ead!" 

The crowd roars as Richard, an old hobbit, steps towards Bolo, a long diamond shovel in hand. 

Bolo stares in shock at the crowd infront of him as he is pushed down on his knees. Richard raises his the shovel high above his head before bringing it down on the back of Bolo's head with a loud bonk!

The crowd goes hushed as Bolo's body falls to the ground, a large bump on the back of his head from the extreme bonk. The only sound that can be heard is the sound of several ravens taking off and flying away.

((Game of thrones ref for those of you who haven't read the books or seen the show ;)))

Doing one big event is going to do much for us, what we need are more permanent players. At the moment all we get are people making one-day halflings and never actually sticking around. Now, we as Elders are to blame for this. We need to be more active and helpful to the newer players instead of just say "'lo!" and retreating back into our social halfling clique. But, I do like the idea of the halflings having a giant festival like the GM Village Festival. Anywho, thats just my two cents. G'day, everyone!

A large poster hangs on the notice board in Lenfarthing, it reads as follows...

"Fellow hobbits, halflings, gnomes and all others inbetween! Knoxmas is just around the corner and we have begun setting up for the Knoxmas day fesitval! We will be having the Knoxmas feast, a wonderful Knoxmas snowball fight, a eggnog drinking contest, snowmen building contest and of course the Knoxmas tree decorating event where we decorate a giant tree with colorful shovels and pumpkins in hopes that the Great Pumpkin Lord will leave us goodies! Now, there are only a few biggun days remaining so start baking your pumpkin pies to leave for the Pumpkin Lord!

-Elder Milo."

(( This will all be happening next Saturday, Oct. 12th at around 3:00 pm EST. Times can be changed if needed of course.))

Milo Likes +1

((Lol! Well done, Rich!))

As the snow begins to fall in Lenfarthing and the water freezes over Milo knows this can mean only one thing...

So he hurries home to his warm burrow to draft up a quick announcement. When he is finished writing the note he steps back outside to see that the snow has already covered most of Lenfarthing. Feeling a chill run up his spine he shuffles on through the snow, heading straight for the notice board. When he finally reaches the notice board he quickly pinnes up the note before scurrying  towards the Lumpy Pumpkin Inn for a nice cup of halfling Eggnog.

The announcement reads....

"My dearest Halflings,

That time of year has finally come, the snow has begun to fall which means only one thing.. Knoxmas! I know you are all very excited but we must all continue to be good little halflings or else the great Pumpkin Lord may just gives us nothing but boring old coal! 

We have lots of fun festivities planned for this year's celebration! This includes Snowball fights, Ice skating contests, Snowman building, Knoxmas Caroling, and of course the Knoxmas festival and feast just before the opening of presents!

Thats it for now, so keep on your best behavior because as the famous Knoxmas song goes, he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake!

-Elder Milo Herbwallow"

"Oi! Richard, ye forgo' meh famous Shroomcake!

Milo walks up, glancing over all the suggestions. As he reads over Richard's he lets out a light chuckle and scribbles down on his note. 

"I support! Bring us a candy shop!  -Milo H."

Milo lets out a loud chuckle as he listens to his servant read the letter aloud. "Those 'tupid dirteh 'alflin' think they stand a change against us pure 'obbits! I shall crush their skulls with the power o' my pet tiger n' eagle... As soon as the golden statue o' myself is finished o' course!"

By the power of the Aspects Milo takes his new ent powers and smashes Bolo's burrow to bits. In great fear of Ent-Milo, Bolo cowers in Faldo's burrow while Petyr returns to his forest of Ultra-Trippyness. A few hours pass and Milo has begun gathering his army of hedgehogs to dig into the burrow and chitter Bolo to insanity. But, before Milo could put this plan into action Faldo turned into his true form of Fryste the High Prophet and sacrificed Bolo to Iblees infront of his shrine. (Which is hidden under his burrow behind some pistons, just a btdubz.) With Bolo now fully dead with no chance of being saved by the monks (Or somehow BSing his way out in some post to follow this one) Milo then returned back to his true hobbit form, along with Aris, and threw the grandest of festivals where they whacked pinatas that were made to look like Bolo and lived happily ever after!
 

THE END.... again... again.

Milo lifted his staff high in the air, entangling the frogmen in vines of steel as Aris beat them to death with a wooden spork. After the frogmen were defeated Milo and his buddy Aris marched on the pumpkin throne (A throne forged out of a thousand pumpkins of the vanquished.) with the entire might of the lighthouse lane and the brookbend burrows at their backs. They battled outside the burrow of Elders landing for many a nights but in the end they breached the round door and rooted Bolo out of his throne. Aris then ordered Tibb to sit on Bolo so he couldn't escape while the rest of the Elders and Faldo the Lenmaster (A pointless title) decided his punishment. After much discussion they decided the worst punishment for Bolo would be staple a large pair a shoes to his feet and force him to live out the rest of his days with.... THE BIGGUNS!!! DUN DUN DUN!

THE END... again.

Milo slowly floats by Bolo's "secret" burrow on the S.S Shroomington, giving Aris the signal to fire the Seed Spewers. Within minutes Bolo's boat sinks and his burrow is destroyed, along with all his food and ale, leaving him stranded for all eternity!

When Milo and Aris return to Lenfarthing they are greeted with mountains of cake n' cookies, and a festival is held for the mighty heros who finally rid everyone of the ugliness that is Bolo!

*Credits roll by and reveal a bonus scene! YAY!*

After many months of being stranded Bolo finally starves to death and is eaten by a pack of rabid otters.

THE END

Ahhh.... So no more 'Super edgy dark elf assassins that can do triple backflips and throw daggers that they pulled from their sleeves and hit your directly in the eye'? M'kay, I can roll with this.

I support in the name of Steve the Wise Mooshroom! +1