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The Cottonhill Family
The Cottonhill's family lineage spans back well before the charter journey from Axios; however, the Cottonhills have always been terrible record keepers--preferring rather to live in the present. Therefore, precise records of their origins are impossible. Fortunately, Mirabell Cottonhill (formerly of the Barleyoats before marriage) began keeping records in her recipe books once they settled in Atlas. Mirabell married Aldagrim Cottonhill upon settling in Fernswood. After the loss ot two children during childbirth--while living in Fernswood--Mirabell and Aldagrim relocated (along with the other Halflings) to Dunshire, where the Cottonhills have remained ever since.
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The Family's Culture and Tradition
The Cottonhills have always been a bumbly bunch. Goofy at heart, all of the Cottonhills have valued joy, generosity, and kindness above all. If there is time for a laugh, time for a good chuckle, or time to pause and enjoy the moment, the Cottonhills have relished it. Expert singers and master drinkers, the Cottonhills have always prided their ability to drink Bigguns' under the table, as well as their ability to write lines of verse. Both Darcy Cottonhill and his father, Andywise Cottonhill were poets (as well as fishermen--the tradition of Cottonhill men). Like most Halflings, the Cottonhills are by no means fighters. They're a peaceful bunch. Though, like raccoons, they've been known to get rather defensive when cornered. And don't let their family's short, plump statures fool you! They're quick on their bare feet and nimble as foxes.
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Cottonhill Family Appearance
All of the Cottonhills never pass up a meal. Breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, anytime worth eating is a time you'll find good company among the Cottonhills. For this reason, many of the Cottonhills are rather chubby. Though it has long been a matter of fact among Halflings that Mirabell Cottonhill was one of the most beautiful Halflings in Dunshire (arguably, of course!). Most all of the Cottonhills are redheaded, an uncommon characteristic that could hint to Dwarven genes in their ancestry. Though (again, due to terrible record keeping) it's impossible to know for certain. One thing is sure: all of the Cottonhills are short. And by-in-large, their eyes are hazel, though some exceptions have been noted, for example, Darcy.
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Religion
Due to their history as fishermen, the Cottonhills have chosen (most often) to worship Squidlord Arugula. However, Darcy Cottonhill, in defiance of his father, chooses to worship Knox & Squidlord Arugula. The price, of course, being that he is often cursed with catching shoes and sticks--more often that catfish and lakefish. Though Darcy has yet to take note of the correlation between his lack of devotion to Squidlord Arugula and his fishing success (or lack thereof).
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Family Artifacts
Mirabell "Gran" Cottonhill's Biscuits n' Jam recipe:
Perhaps one of the most notable biscuits and jam recipes in Dunshire, this recipe dates by generations. Notable for their flakiness and moist suppleness, "Gran's" biscuits are something of a delicacy among the Cottonhills and among Dunshire.
Aldagrim Cottonhill's blessed fishing rod:
As legend has it, Aldagrim met Squidlord Arugula who blessed his rod with the gift of luck. Consequently, Aldagrim is one of only a few residents of Dunshire to have been know to catch (and subsequently release) the Great White Squid from Dunshire lake. Aldagrim passed down his lucky rod to Andywise, who subsequently passed the rod down to Darcy--who now (due to his half-invested faith) only benefits from half the rod's luck.
Mirabell "Gran" Cottonhill's lucky ring:
Given to her by Aldagrim upon their relocation to Dunshire, "Gran's" ring was caught by Aldagrim from the depths of Dunshire lake. It's unknown exactly where the ring came from, or who the previous owner was; however, it has proven quite lucky. Darcy has won many a shogging match from wearing "Gran's" fortunate ring.
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Current and Deceased Family
Aldagrim Cottonhill - deceased
Mirabell Cottonhill - deceased
Andywise Cottonhill (son of Aldagrim & Mirabell) - deceased
Belba Cottonhill (daughter of Aldagrim & Mirabell) - deceased
Bell Cottonhill (daughter of Aldagrim & Mirabell) - deceased
Rosie (formerly Underfoot) Cottonhill (wife of Andywise) - deceased
Darcy Cottonhill (son of Andywise & Rosie) - living in Dunshire
Sam Wade Cottonhill (son of Andywise & Rosie) - living, although his whereabouts are currently unknown
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*Darcy walks over to Huck's note, posting his own beside Huck's*
The Cottonwood Family can't take any more of this Biggun aggression. We're kindly folk! We don't wants no orcs or other Bigguns just crawlin' into our burrows tearin' down ceilings n' such! Just this week an Orc came crawlin' in n' tore me roof in! I would second Huck's motion. The Alflins need help. We can't be fending off all these nasty Bigguns by ourselves with our shovels alone! And as a special token of appreciation: I'll give anyone who helps a big helpin' of me Gran's favorite biscuits n' jam recipe!
Affectionately signed,
Darcy Cottonhill
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Out-Of-Character
IGN: ldjulius
In-Character
RP Name: Darcy Cottonhill
Race: halfling
Age: 28
Job / Occupation: Fisherman, Poet
Residence: 3 Lake's Root, Dunshire
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We was all rather surprised when the ninny came back from the void so fast! It was as if Knox saw em', smacked him on the rear, n' said, "off ye go!"
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*Calan tacks a small piece of parchment near Mireton's advertisement*
My fiance Merenwen and I (Calan Forrohir) would be much obliged if we could set up residence in your town. Merenwen is wonderful with the pickaxe and has a knack for finding iron ore and the like although alchemy is her true calling. I myself am a Bard, but I make decent money farming. Currently we've been roaming the wild but found trouble with thieves and bandits. So, We've decided to seek more permanent residence in the city. We hope Mireton extends us a warm welcome
Sincerely,
Calan Forrohir
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Out-Of-Character:
This my third attempt at making an acceptable application
Minecraft Account Name:
ldjulius
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
No
How old are you?:
23
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
CST
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes. I have a Bachelor's Degree in English Language and Literature
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I'm 23, I'm a candidate for a Master's Degree in English at Delta State University. I play Minecraft when I'm not buried in books.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
10 Hours or less. Depending on how much I can play during the week.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
Roleplaying is a fun way to escape reality. Furthermore, in a game like Minecraft it really helps weed out a lot of troll players who just get on servers to grief. I like roleplaying, and I love Minecraft, and together it is a great combination. I've roleplayed D&D characters, Vampire characters, etc. but with minecraft there is visual. You can truly become your character.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Metagaming is using information that is out of your characters immediate realm of knowledge. You may know the information (you the gamer) but your character doesn't (your minecraft character). Powergaming is when you roleplay with things that you don't actually posses, for example0: I'm playing D&D and I kill someone and simply say "I kill the Orc" well what did you kill it with? How? and where did you acquire that which you killed him with.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
I expect it to be exciting and less stressful than other servers where people just TNT everything you build. I hope that it is more engaging that other servers as well. I want to be involved when I play MC. I don’t just want to build. I want to explore, create, and build relationships and community with people.
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
LegendaryCraft: too much grief, a lot of people just TNT'd everything outside the spawn area.
Singaming: I still play some
ObsidianCraft: I tried it out but never got into it
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
Absolutely
How did you hear about us?:
Google search for RP minecraft servers
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
I tried but got a 404 error
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
ldjulius
In-Character:
Two things to know about this bard: 1.) He loves a good ale 2.) No one makes better mushroom soup than his mother. No one.
Character Name:
Calan
What is your Race?:
Human
Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):
Born in the mountains around the Dwarven territories, Calan was raised on the study of the ancient literatures of Aegis. His parents were hermetic humans living alone among the tall mountain trees. From an early age, they were aware of Calan’s prowess with pen and paper, as well as his ability to craft the sentence and speak the native tongue. By age 7 Calan had already begun translating the epics of old into his own language. His parents often found him out in the sheep pastures preaching to the herds the myths of their forefathers and demanding that the cattle repent of their heretical ways. Calan’s parents would laugh, amazed by his prowess with poetry and oration and call him back home for mushroom soup and sweet rolls. At age 16 Calan’s father taught him to wield the dagger and the bow. Calan was primarily averse to fighting but his stoic understanding of the world led him to a sense of nationalism that couldn’t be separated from the sword. He began an avid hunter and marksman and an expert angler. He and his father would speed weeks hunting in the mountains to track mountain goat and skin for wolf pelts to trade at the markets. It was on these journeys that he and his father would craft their travel narratives and write poetry together, recalling the ages before when the monsters did not roam the plains and mountains of Aegis. It was on these hunting trips that he discovered his love of nature and the arts, and discovered himself among the mountains. Now, aged 23, in the prime of his life and at the peak of his writing Calan is young and adventurous. He travels the regions of Aegis seeking answers to the cosmos through poetry and writing. His face is young, his beard is trimmed and his feet are newly worn with walking through the hills and valleys of Aegis. He is kindhearted and loves to help others however he can. He enjoys singing and dancing and writing above all other things and most certainly will never refuse good ale and kind women and good mushroom soup.
Your characters ambitions:
Calan’s main ambition is to wander the regions of Aegis seeking inspiration for his writing. He has a love of fine ale and his mother’s homemade mushroom soup. He hopes that he can settle down somewhere with a good book and a kind woman, perhaps in one of the major kingdoms but his heart is open to living alone among the forests. Above all Calan is a writer, and a lover of language and wants nothing more than to spread his joy of the spoken and written word to the people of Aegis.
Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do?
Calan is scared, fearful for his own life but the humanitarian in him cannot allow this elf to die. He draws his bow, aiming sloppily for one of the bandits, his arrows misses by a long shot to the left piercing a nearby sycamore tree. The bandits are on to him. He draws his bow again, this time with more assurance. He takes a deep breath, pulls, and releases. The arrow stabs one of the bandits in the gut. The bandit falls, giving the elf opportunity to strike with his dagger. The other bandit, seeing that he is now outnumbered, runs away back into the forest fearing for his own life. Calan approaches the elf with caution. The elf, thankful for Calan’s bravery offers him rest for the evening in his cottage and a hot meal of roasted chicken and bread.
Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?
“I’m looking for a dated copy of the Dwarven mining history as well as a book of poems by the late Elvish poet Aelam Sycadore. You wouldn’t happen to carry any old texts or incantation books perchance? “
The shop owner looks puzzled but remembering some old books he kept buried in the back of the shop goes to grab the texts. Calan waits for his return.
A screenshot of your skin:
http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/wilderness-survivor/
Other Information:
This is my third attempt. I’m clearly not doing a very good job somewhere and I would imagine it’s my character bio. So, I read some of the forums, did some research and made a new one. I can only hope this one isn’t as fail boat as the other two.
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Out-Of-Character:
This is ldjulius' application for Lord of the Craft
Minecraft Account Name:
ldjulius
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
No
How old are you?:
23
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
CST
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes. I have a Bachelor's Degree in English Language and Literature
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I'm 23, I'm a candidate for a Master's Degree in English at Delta State University. I play Minecraft when I'm not buried in books.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
10 Hours or less. Depending on how much I can play during the week.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
What does roleplaying mean to me: Roleplaying means quite a lot. Games are far more immersive when you roleplay. Roleplaying, in my opinion allows you to create another identity for yourself which you can come to love and enjoy. It makes the game more about the character and less about the game. It's a relationship you allow yourself to build between yourself and the character.
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Metagaming is using information that is out of your characters immediate realm of knowledge. You may know the information (you the gamer) but your character doesn't (your minecraft character). Powergaming is when you roleplay with things that you don't actually posses, for example0: I'm playing D&D and I kill someone and simply say "I kill the Orc" well what did you kill it with? How? and where did you acquire that which you killed him with.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
I expect it to be exciting and less stressful than other servers where people just TNT everything you build
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
LegendaryCraft: too much grief, a lot of people just TNT'd everything outside the spawn area.
Singaming: I still play some
ObsidianCraft: I tried it out but never got into it
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
yes
How did you hear about us?:
google search for RP minecraft servers
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
not yet.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
ldjulius
In-Character:
A passerby reaches out to say hello to Aelam, Aelam grumbles "Hi" and continues walking.
Character Name:
Aelam
What is your Race?:
Elven
Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):
Aelam is a tall grizzled elf with dark brown hair and a full beard. He seems out of place because of his unkempt clothing and lack of care for hygene. Aelam is a half elf. His father is a human blacksmith named Calan and his mother is a Wood Elf named Faethemere. Aelam had a sister who was taken at a young age, Merenwen. Aelam, distraught over the loss of his sister determined himself to find her after his father trained him to fight and wield a sword. His mother was an adept alchemist. His mother taught him how to make poisons and other potions to aid him in combat, but Aelam was never successful at potion making and focused more on fighting and blacksmith training. After he learned to wield the sword, and the basics of making health potions, he and his father determined to go look for his sister Merenwen.
After crossing two deserts on their way to find his sister, he and his father stopped in a forest to set camp for the night. While sleeping the two were attacked by a pack of wolves and his father was bitten twice in the leg. Aelam, lacking skill in potion making was unable to heal his fathers infected wounds. Carrying his father on his back, Aelam continued into to forest hoping to find help from wood elves living in the wood.
Aelam now deep in the woods found what he was looking for, however, not without trouble. A young woman and an elderly wood elf were being attacked by a group of bandit raiders. Aelam rested his father among the roots of a tall oak drew his sword and lunged for the bandits, headstrong to save the young woman and what he thought was her grandfather. With the help of the young woman's skill with the bow, Aelam and the girl were able to defeat the bandits and using his little knowledge of healing potion, he treated their minor wounds.
Aelam, interested to discover the young girls identity saw a blacksmith's hammer and anvil tattoo on her shoulder similar to the one on his own. Curious he asked her about the tattoo to discover that in fact it was his sister, Merenwen whom he'd found in the woods. Merenwen had been training in alchemy in the woods since she'd been taken from their parents all those years ago. Merenwen used her knowledge of potions to heal their father's wounds and from their the embarked on their way back to their home.
Your characters ambitions:
Aelam was a lone wolf seeking vengeance for his sisters abduction. Once he found her, the two resigned to joining a human or elf city and building some semblance of a home for themselves. He despises orcs, and he and his sister will help anyone in the fight for justice and prosperity.
Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do?
He slays the bandits with whatever weapons he has at his disposal. If he has no weapons, Aelam is adept and hand to hand combat and will use his wit and nimble feet to take down the sluggish bandits.
Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?
"I'm looking for information regarding my parents, Galadriel and Aeathel Forrestrider."
Shop owner: I'm not sure I recognize them sir?
"Well, have you got any mushroom soup?"
A screenshot of your skin:
http://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/8475/creeper-hunter/
Other Information:
Hopefully my bio is better this time, it was pretty a-typical to begin with, I apologize. I posted a screenshot of my skin. I also revamped my definitions of Roleplaying to better answer your concerns. Thanks.
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Out-Of-Character:
ldjulius
Minecraft Account Name:
ldjulius
Did you attend minecon and sign up at the LOTC booth?:
No
How old are you?:
23
Time-Zone/Country of Residence:
CST
Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?:
Yes. I have a Bachelor's Degree in English Language and Literature
Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself:
I'm 23, I'm a candidate for a Master's Degree in English at Delta State University. I play Minecraft when I'm not buried in books.
How much time could you be on the server weekly?:
10 Hours or less. Depending on how much I can play during the week.
What do you know about Roleplaying? Give a definition of what it means to you.:
I've roleplayed D&D characters, Vampire characters, etc. Roleplaying is a fun way to escape reality. Furthermore, in a game like Minecraft it really helps weed out a lot of troll players who just get on servers to grief. I like roleplaying, and I love Minecraft, and together it is a great combination
In your own Words, describe what Metagaming and Powergaming are.
Metagaming is using information that is out of your characters immediate realm of knowledge. You may know the information (you the gamer) but your character doesn't (your minecraft character). Powergaming is when you roleplay with things that you don't actually posses, for example0: I'm playing D&D and I kill someone and simply say "I kill the Orc" well what did you kill it with? How? and where did you acquire that which you killed him with.
What do you expect this server will be like?:
I expect it to be exciting and less stressful than other servers where people just TNT everything you build
What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?:
LegendaryCraft: too much grief, a lot of people just TNT'd everything outside the spawn area.
Singaming: I still play some
ObsidianCraft: I tried it out but never got into it
Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?:
yes
How did you hear about us?:
google search for RP minecraft servers
Have you voted for the Lord of the Craft on Minestatus? Which vote number were you?
not yet.
What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name?:
ldjulius
In-Character:
A passerby reaches out to say hello to Aelam, Aelam grumbles "Hi" and continues walking.
Character Name:
Aelam
What is your Race?:
Elven
Biography(This should include the history of your character and his life as well as age, appearance and personality, etc.):
Aelam's birthplace is unknown. He was raised by an Orc medicine woman until he was 15 after which he left to travel the road alone as an adventurer. Once on his own he traveled the forests and cities seeking out his origins in a quest for self-discovery only to be dismayed by what he found. His parents were killed by Orcs while traveling on the road and the medicine woman took him instead of allowing the warriors to kill him. Aelam, now in his mid twenties in out for blood to seek justice for the death of his parents.
Your characters ambitions:
Aelam is a lone wolf seeking vengeance for the death of his parents. He despises orcs, and will help anyone in the fight for justice.
Out in the Wilds, your character comes across a small cottage. Outside, there appears to be an elf struggling combat with two bandits. What does your character do?
He slays the bandits with whatever weapons he has at his disposal. If he has no weapons, Aelam is adept and hand to hand combat and will use his wit and nimble feet to take down the sluggish bandits.
Your character walks up to a shop in a quiet market. "Hello, my good sir!" says the shop owner. "What may I help you with today?" How does your character answer?
"I'm looking for information regarding my parents, Galadriel and Aeathel Forrestrider."
Shop owner: I'm not sure I recognize them sir?
"Well, have you got any mushroom soup?"
A screenshot of your skin:
Other Information:
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The Dunshire Police Golem
in Atlas Roleplay Archive
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*Darcy walks up to the note, placing his own short story next to it for all to read.*
I've copied this tale in me own records fer keepin' in me library. Perhaps I'll make a copy o'this n' other tales fer keepin' in the Dunshire library as well!
As I've always said, Cottonhills are terrible with keeping records, but we're just as bad at remembering rules--which is why we often inadvertently break them. So, I apologize in advance fer this story. But, this is certainly a tale that must be told!
I was out fishin' juz the o'er mornin' (lucky me, I caught a pearl! n' a heap o' lakefish) when I saw the ole golem standing stock still at the bottom o' Lake Dunshire. I was shocked, thinkin' maybe he was broke or stuck or dead. So, o'course I shouts to the bloke, "Oi! Wha're'ye doin' down there?"
Course e' couldn' hear me, I tossed me line out at em' a couple o' times. Smacked em' twice with me fishin' rod's bobber, but he didn' move a budge!
So I jumped in after em' thinkin' for sure the ole' chum was busted down at the bottom o' the lake. I get ta swimmin' out to em' an lo'n'behold he comes right out I'm the wa'er, carryin' me with him! Oi guess e' thought I's in distress? But I was tryin' ter save his rocky butt (o' course I hadn't thought about how to a wee one like me was gonna drag a 9 foot tall golem outta the lake...)
So we get back ter the shore--he was draggin' me outta the wa'er by me bare feet. After a bit, after shakin' off the water from me overalls, I got back to fishin', askin' the ole golem questions an what not about why e's down there swimmin'.
Roun' that time, I'd say it was after elevenses or maybe second lunch, this Dwarf (e' kept callin' himself a Dwed...) comes swaggerin' up all confident n' such. No tellin' where he came from. I think he said where, but I wasn't payin' no attention. An given the look on e's face (and all the trouble we been havin' in Dunshire) I was expectin' nothin' but trouble. Jus then, the stone giant starts up shoutin' "MUST. PROTECT. LEAVE. DUNSHIRE. KILL. DWED. INVADER." in that monotone voice e's got.
And so the Dwed starts talking history, how this golem is a Dwed golem, how he's gone rogue. How, if we Alflins' aren't careful, he's gonna blow up Dunshire fer good. I was feelin' tired from all the fishin' (and uninterested in the stranger's history lesson), so I fell asleep on the dock.
I woke up to hear Phalanx shouting again, "HERE. TO. PROTECT. THE. WEAK. ONES. AM. NOT. OWNED. BY. DWEDS." With his big axe raised high above the Dwarf's head, like he was going to smack him dead. Suffice it to say, the ole Dwarf buggered off. And I praised the ole golem (breakin' the rules...SORRY!).
Then I starts to askin' him lots o' questions. But he's all standoffish. Says, "WILL. NOT. TELL." So I pushed him some, beggin' him for a story. I sat down on a pumpkin by the dock, and he starts to open up n' tell me about e's life. I wuz askin' him, "where you come from?" and "who made you?" and what not.
It was just around then the bugger picks me up! He puts me on his shoulder n' carries me outta Dunshire! He was tellin' me his whole life's story while we're walkin'. And I'm riddin' the stone bugger like a bear! CAN YE BELIEVE IT?! I RODE HIM! (this was certainly against all the rules, but he put me up there himself!)
Intermittently along our way, he's walkin' round Dunshire shoutin' "VILLAGE. IS. SAFE. MUST. STAY. ALERT." And I'm 9 foot up in the air yellin' "YE' BIGGUNS DON' STAND A CHANCE NOW, STINKERS! TRY N' BANDIT DUNSHIRE NOW YE NINNYS!" I'll admit a got a wee bit carried away. It's not everyday ye' get ter ride a Golem and see the world from 9 foot up! I felt like a Biggun! Nay! I felt like a pointy eared Elf!
And so the big, stone bugger takes me fishin'! FISHIN'! He walks me square up to the big bay just west o' Dunshire (the one that leads out to the sea and Haelunor) and he juz lets me fish! Jus stands there in the shallows of the salty water n' says "WEE. ONE. CAN. CATCH. SATLY. FISH. NOW. PHALANX. WILL. PROTECT." And there we stayed well after moonrise catchin' perch n' herrin' n' all sorts of other saltys. We fished late into the night. Talking n' fishin' n' eating biscuits n' jam.
I told him he was a joy. I told him he was a friend. (praising him, and breakin' another rule). And he asks me, "what's joy." And, "what is friend?" And I'm no teacher! I tried to tell him some jokes. But he didn't know how to laugh! Or what jokes was! I asked him, "why'd the Golem cross the path?" and he just started at me like a hoot owl at night. I says, "He didn't! He was stone still" And I nearly fell off his shoulders laughing!
But look: I'm just a fisherman and a poet. I don't teach nothin'! So I tried to explain human emotions and laughter and jokes to a stone beast... an lemmie tell ye: it went as well as ye'd expect. Nowhere. Ha! But our conversation was wonderful all the same. And we made a strong connection, I'd like ter believe. But how can ye tell when yer tryin' make friends with a big ole' rock.
Anyways, he carried me home, close to daybreak. We wuz both tired as hell, or as tired as a golem can get (I was dog tired myself!), and I reached out my hand and says, "Fist bump, buddy!" and wouldn't ya know, the son of a stone reached out his big fist n' bumped me back! His bump knocked me right on me rump! We both laughed. Or...er.. I laughed n' he made this strange, "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." noise in that monotone voice o' his.
It was the best o' days I've had in Dunshire in many a moon.
This golem is a gift from Knox. Or Squidlord Arugula. Ye can't ever be sure when it comes to the gods.