Box of Rain

I absolutely fail to understand how a server created in tribute to LotR would threaten the viability of Halfling RP. It sickens me that we are threatened with loss of our territory. Halflings are not only a main race, but a group of people that give me safe RP. I am not going to share with you the distress of my soul, but if you take Bywater from me, then you are pulling a coping mechanism rug from my feet. Please stop this. We deserve RP.

It's hard enough not getting evicted IRL. I just want some wholesome RP to go to when I can. Administrators that have even considered evicting us should feel ashamed and deeply embarrassed.

Name: Doder Dengalberry Race: Halfling Mayor Vote: Mimosa Applefoot (X) Xob Wobson ( ) Dolly Peregrin ( ) Sheriff Vote: Breasal Nimblefoot ( ) Taylor Woodrun (X)

"'Ow wonderful! Oi've be'ah bake somethin' real nice fer 'em!"

Doder shakes his head at the news but does not seemed shocked at all. "May Knox's justice be served through mob rule."

"Ooooh, Oi canno' wai' tae pa'ch up 'ese ole 'oles in meh clothin'! Wha' a wonderous idear."

"Oi jus' 'ope tha' no buggehs ge' 'ur' inae process," Doder would mumble.

[!] You notice a new notice posted on the board. A brand new stage has been constructed attached to the outdoor bar! FOR FOLK WITH OR WITHOUT TALENT I am announcing the first ever Hayhollow talent show! Come share whatever talent or form of entertainment you have with a big bottle of mead or porter! Whether you can sing, recite poetry, share a story, or have taught a sheep to dance, you and your talents are welcome at this show. If you don't want to perform come by just to watch and I'll get you drunk enough to change your mind! Gather at the bar around drinking time in three Pumpkin Days. No signups necessary. ((Event is Sunday 4pm EST in Hayhollow))

This is my #ChristmasWish420

OOC: Mc name: MrPixels Skype name: Alex.Pixels How and what have you heard about us In Character and Out of Character: I haven't heard much, and I just found you using the forums. Why do you want to be a part of the Reformers: I'm coming back from a period of inactivity, and would like to start up in a new sub-community. I was looking for a group that would offer more interesting RP and was just a focus on combat, and The Reformers seem perfect. Have you read all the lore (if no, read it, it WILL become useful) : I had all the lore read a while ago, but there are new things I need to read and some old things I plan to re-read. Do you possess a villain application for your character? If so, what evils (link): I do not, and I don't have any particular desire to at this point. Timezone: Eastern Standard Time IC: Ingame Name: My full name is Rolroy Jay Clancy, but I just go by Clancy. And what Race are you: Full blood human Your age: Twenty one Your gender: Male A quick description of yourself and your life? (Max 2 paragraphs): For the better part of my childhood, I grew up working on my father's farm. However, when I was twelve, my father sent me to live with my well-to-do uncle, who had inherited most of my grandfather's estate. My uncle gave me a proper education, and instilled finer tastes in me, such as literature, philosophy, and the arts. He taught me everything I need to start an enriching life for myself. Only recently did I leave his estate with what little capital I had to make a name for myself. What's your profession and what do you work with: Former working son of a yeoman and scholar. Why do you wish to join our club: From reading your literature, you seem to have an outstandingly similar set of values as I do. I would also love to become part of the solution to the magics. What is your thoughts about magic, and what is your relation with it: Magic, in any mortal form, at its face and root, is corruption and destruction. I have learned of it's evil effects on the world in discussions with my former philosophy tutors. What is your most gentlemen like deed to date: "While dining with guests during a fund raising event I was endorsing in my former parlor on fine-cooked veal, sipping on sangria (a mix of an old elven red wine and a dash of rich human brandy), I got into a rather heated verbal exchange with a guest. He was praising the druid's use of magic to protect nature. After many failed attempts to sway him, he reverted to some rather distasteful ad hominem, to which I challenged him to a duel of honor. We went forth, and ultimately my rapier was true, as I landed the hit on my opponent first. His wife fell to her knees when he was struck, which caused her to brake her heel. I then proceeded to treat his wounds, and carry his wife safely home. The gentlemanly deed that night was my exercise of modesty when my challenger finally began to accept my disposition." I read this story to a class of young orphans. It changed their lives.

Viyr looks up at the poster, being drawn in by the roses, then ignores it because he can't read.

I guess he wanted you to enplane why strands of DNA in your iris will change the colors of your eyes. :razz: Really though, he probably thought the changes were due to magic, not genetics.