Bowen

"'Bou' damn time tae, tha' bluddeh witch bin there tae lung! Sehms 's'iz thuh dawn o' ah noo age." Bowen chuckles grimly, taking a swig from his tankard.

"Ufh 'eh 'ent desperah ah dun ken whut uhs. Feckin' 'eck... Tae fink, 'aflin tae..." Bowen sighs, clearly unimpressed before wandering off disinterested.

Bowen raises his brim-full mug aloft with vigour, froth flies off the edge in an attempt to escape it's wooden confine. He grins enthusiastically and returns the mug to his cracked lips, chugging the warm golden liquid down with great fervor. "Jus' cause ah'm fightin' fae tha' witch doesnae mean ah like 'er though..."

You notice a distinct scowl of a nearby dwarf, he mutters almost silently under his breath. Judging from the way his lips moved you can make out the words he uttered. "Feckin' witch..."

Wut tae feck? Salvus 'sa shite 'ole uf ah evur saw'un afore! Why're weh 'elpin' tha' witch? 'Ow bou' we save tha' citizens an' kill tha corrupt? Ah dinnae wun' tae be slaughtered cause uf there own daft actions! 'En uff theh 'elped us? We'll beh maekin' murh enemies than we 'uff tha num'ers tae foigh'!

Bowen wanders across the paved street when he discovers the merchant wishing to sell the finely crafted bow on display. Un unchantaed bow? 'Ow cun we believe this bloke? 'e coulda just pulled any ol' feckin' bow off sum fletcher! Chargin' four thousan'... Tha feckin' cheek! A warrior's bow mah urse, 'e jus' puu' sum initials un an' expected tae geh' payed fae et! 'Ow'd 'e 'eefun know 'oo et belonged tae! Gee' 'im sum credih' though, nice lukkin' bow bu' et ent worth four thousan'!

After a long relaxing sleep whilst safely locked inside his Cubby Hole, Bowen awakens. He clambers to his feet and swings to door open to discover corpses strewn across the city and blood carpeting the cold stone floor. "Wha' tha feck 'appened 'ere?"

Frerry sighs as he stares at the mountains longingly through the paned glass window, the crisp, golden wheat swaying majestically in the breeze. Smiling slightly he dips his a beautifully white feather into a pot of ink and begins to delicately write. I'm afrai' I ent up to this job no more, I ent about much and I would think others could do me job far better. S'pose it's a bit abrupt but hones'ly, I can' be aroun' as often. I'll still be 'elpin' build burrows and such, tryin' to contribute ter events an' such, bu' I ent capable of continuin' as Thane. And so, I s'pose it's best if I leave me title to a trusted family member, Petyr. 'E knows what 'e's doin' and will likely 'elp tha town flourish. I also bin 'avin' some thoughts. I think all elders o' the town should be able to assign the new folk with burrows an' such, dig them out 'n' all. Lighten the load they say. Ter Tibb, I think yer can 'andle all the festival stuff, righ'? Yer a damned good organizer. I'll be off to the mountains fer abit, explorin' an' what not. I 'ope ter return soon an' see yers all again. Frerry grabs some provisions to keep him sustained and puts on a thick fur-lined coat, briskly leaving the Brandybuck burrow. He heads onward toward the hazy orange sunrise. Edit: (( I decided I might aswell add this onto the thread. In the close future I will perhaps, maybe, most likely race change to a dwarf. Honestly, I hop from character to character frequently and have never settled to date. (Excluding my first character.) I think I have a problem that way, as soon as I create a new character I have been considering for some time I conjure up another idea. Honestly, I'm not great at seeking out Roleplay but I believe playing dwarf may be the way. Though their population has waned signifigantly of recent I believe their new ideas will form more open roleplay and therefore I might be able to finally settle comfortably. In-character Frerry will most likely never return from his journey and be presumed dead. I will whole-heartedly miss you all, I have enjoyed my brief time as Thane and wish you all luck in future endeavours. )) (( Re-edit: I am sincerely sorry for my abrupt disappearance though I understand I was overly inactive over the past few weeks and I would rather someone else take my position. I'm sorry to leave the festival hanging but I didn't have enough time to set it all up. Kudos to Sorsby for all the help on it though- and Belba for the mass production of ale. I hope you folks carry on with it though. Also, big thanks to Petyr for making me Thane and teaching me the ways of burrow digging. Finally, I thank you all for the great Roleplaying experience, I will reminisce fondly of all the fun times. ))

*A carefully hand-written poster is nailed to the town notice board* The Merry Spring Faire Me- Frerry an’ Tibb ‘ave been preparin’ a right treat for all yeh folks. We thought that since there ent been much goings on in town we should host a nice party, everyone’s invited o’ course. So bring yer mates, there’ll be food an’ drink, all sorts o’ events in which everyone can take part. We’re celebrating harvest so we thought up some good fun ones. Drinking Competition This one had to be there, we know yer all can handle yer drink so we set up a nice tent ‘n’ all for this event. Rules are simple, there’ll be around eight sets of competitors, they’ll both drink ‘till one or t’other passes out. Whoever wins will challenge the winner of the next round and so on ‘till there’s only one winner. (( Each competitor receives three mugs each, for every drunk they both roll 1-20. Whoever gets the highest three times wins. )) Target Practice A silly but ‘alf decent one, any amount of people can join in. It’s a nice simple thing, yer get drunk and are given a slingshot and one stone. You stand on the float and there’ll be someone in a boat travellin’ back and forth. The aim is to be accurate enough to hit the boat and destroy it, which is quite hard whilst you’re drunk. The only way to do so is if you anticipate the next movement and fire fast enough. Fishing Challenge A more laid back task but more skill is involved, the rules are simple, the first one to catch twenty-five fish wins. The Great Branborough Race Only the fastest may compete, only the finest will survive. Those who take part must run the length of the town. The one who completes three laps first shall win! The Grand Horse Pig Race! One for the animal lovers, one for the beast tamers, one for the most mighty competitors of all, the pig race. Saddle up and charge toward victory upon your mighty steed! Those who do not compete can bet on their favourite pig. Victories shall be witnessed, heroes will be made, history shall be written all at this grand event! You must come! ( Pigs are very unruly beasts an’ it’s no likely we can trap ‘em all in pens. ) *A few invitations are sent out to leaders of various trusted places: New Sorovitz, the Dwarven Nation, Elven Nation and Alras. A carefully drawn map, clearly stating the location of the town is in the centre.* (( Private Message me for the co-ordinates if you are interested. We will instead attempt to get fast travel to our town. ))

Amazing tune. So peaceful, yet somewhat sad. Absolutely loved it.

I'm not sure about this, though it would create some interesting Roleplay. If it were to happen, I it would be fun if they were to perhaps worship the seasons. Yes please! We need to start getting more involved in writing, have libraries and such to pass on legends and ballads to later generations. Have certain songs we sing at events even. Though I myself am far from a decent writer I would love to see other people's creative stories and such. I must say I was quite iffy on this one, but I think I would rather like to see more outsiders venturing out here on occasion. Though it wouldn't be good if we get constantly disturbed by others, so perhaps we could hold a few festivals in which others could come along and join in? I tend to think that halflings are generally very traditional and stick to what they know. I think cottages are too humany. Perhaps cottages where you can only see the front and the rest is submerged under the dirt but I don't really like the idea having a cottage above ground. I think there should be some in every halfling, just hibernating and anticipating it's moment to break loose. As if it's always there, hiding, but at certain times it is truly freed of it's bonds. Magic is in everyone, it's not about the studying and conjuring of flames so much as the skill involved in cooking a nice pie. That's my opinion anyway. Back onto wizarding magic, I suppose the more mischevious and adventurous halflings should be able to go that route. For the common halfling they will probably just ignore it, as for foreign beliefs I don't think any halflings would pay heed to any of their shenanigans.

I shall sign this. Brillant job with the lore, wish you the best of luck with the new race! In-Game Name: Frerry Brandybuck MC Name: Stowt

Looks at Petyr and sighs lightly. "Well, I dun exactly know 'ow. I jers try me bers." He then looks at the other halfling and gives a welcoming smile. "Jers you tell me yer ideas then mate."

Frerry hums cheerfully as he wanders about at ease with a shovel in hand, he sees Petyr and a jovial smile fills his face. He jogs up to him and Rill with haste, greeting them. "Ger day ter both yers! He looks over to Petyr and continues - "Glad ter see yer back!" "Wurs jers 'bou' ter go dig a burrow."