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Box of Rain

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About Box of Rain

  • Birthday January 1

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    BoxofRain

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  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    8/27/72 Veneta, OR
  • Interests
    Shenanigans, high jinks, and the Grateful Dead

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  • Character Name
    Doder
  • Character Race
    Halfling

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  1. Name: Doderic Dengalberry Race: Halfling Your vote for Sheriff (choose one): Breasal Nimblefoot (x) Mister PADRIC Applebottom-Peregrin ( ) Your vote for Mayor (choose one): Ser Do’Spuds Loa’chil ( ) The Wizard Magnolia (x)
  2. Doder gleefully reads over the missive. "Oi 'ope Musin loike some good ole Halflin' moonshine!" He rubs his hands together in excitement.
  3. "Oi'll take a drink tae that! Oi feckin' love meh some peace." Doder continues his anarcho communist gay agenda in peace.
  4. I have commissioned two skins from Zadie and I love them both! Zadie wonderfully brought both of my concepts to life, and was very communicative throughout the designs to make sure they turned out as I imagined. 10/10, I'll be back when I'm in the market for more.
  5. Doder polishes his farming tools so they're nice and shiney for the harvest. "Oi foockin' love farmin'."
  6. Posted to the quest board I, Doderic Dengalberry, trusted citizen of Bywater, friend of all proper Halflings, and biggun allies, call a Moot for all proper wee-folk citizens of Bywater. We shall hereby collect to discuss a great deal of matters. The most pressing are these: currently our autonomy, and free and wee way of life is under threat. Biggun cultists increasingly enact violence upon our good people. Capitalists dig in the ears of our leaders and make the use of mina seem unavoidable. Locked barrels and chests adorn our fields, and I can no longer call that folly. Many wee-folk do not know if they should reject the outside world, embrace it, or run for their souls. The confusion of these times has turned some of us good wee-folk sour, and some apathetic. Our proud, and Knox-blessed peoples feel increasingly disenfranchised; I say no more! All wee-folk are one people, and a schism shall never form between us! Let us convene in the United Knoxist Church, lay out our opinions, and find a path forward. The enemies of Bywater know that we are strong–let us show them that we are also united. Our problems lurk in the shadows, but we will shine the light! ((OOC: currently set for Saturday, April 1st, but time/date is subject to change with Halfling availability–check in Halflings Discord. Wednesday 29, 5pm EST))
  7. Doder looks over the good news and cheers. "Oi always knew Knox would protect this small, tight-knit shire. Or at leas', we would save each other." Doder goes back to tending to his livestock.
  8. "HA!" Doder muses to himself. "Knox bless bywa'ah! Those dark robed scumbags wiff dere spookeh lurkin' are no ma'ch fer a good shovel."
  9. Doder sits with has face buried into his knees. He speaks to himself, "Oi've nevah 'ad tae hur' anotha' livin' fing... Bu' Oi s'pose Oi should learn in these uncer'ain toimes. Fer shame."
  10. Doder sinks his head at the terrible news. "Wha' a koind biggun. Much too young tae be gone..." He pours out some gin in the Bywater wheat field in her honor.
  11. Doder does not wish to think too hard, so he doesn't.
  12. Who is the best Halfling, and why is it Doder?
  13. Doder looks over the damning missive. He has nearly succumbed to the sharp rhetoric, but he doubles back to a certain line: "Historical records show him forming a cult-like following in opposition to Mayor Iris Peregrin’s democratic command, declaring himself ‘King’ by the will of Lord Knox!" Doder stomps a foot on the floor and knocks back more moonshine with his thin tin hat on his head. "Damn roigh' tha's Knox's will! All true propahs know tha' true democracy is jus' as much of a biggun lie as capitalism!" Doder huffs and sits in silence for a moment. He takes another swig and shakes his head. "Feckin' Knox save us from this biggun propaganda!"
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