Benny_Fool

((Message me on skype some time, I have a excellent idea for the ending of that quest line.))

((FTB)) edit: ((All of this oppulent hops talk has me thinking of a community event.))

((Not back yet, just wanted to post something.))

Night drew its curtain over the golden fields of the farthing, and it's small inhabitants milled about. Friends shared jokes and ale with good company in the dying light of a beautiful day, but their voices were not the only ones heard. A soft voice, wizened and tired with age, swept through the village. It sung a quiet song, heard in snatches by some of the hobbits who sat still awake in their burrows. "Some know who sung of flaxen dreams of sun-gold thoughts held together by hemp seams of forest-green hopes in babbling brooks and streams of sky-blue prayers lifted on once-broke wings Yet Some know who sing of cracked hearths of wilted crops and stifled mirth of broken hoes and scorched earth of terrible fires and a evil's search But Evil itself, tirelessly, shall march." Without the slightest of sounds, the voice disappeared Some know who's voice sang the dark verses. Some know what the verses mean. Yet in the golden shadow of the dying sun, few will heed what the voice uttered in its flight.

((#RIPFelix #Pin))

Deep in the warm confines of his burrow Felix Featherfoot idled about, indulging in a day-dream. He thought of the happiness he'd found in the farthing; of the good ale, and even better friends. He thought of the shy Posco, and the irascible Faldo. He thought of his adventures of old he never spoke of, and of his lazy days spent smoking on his front porch. He thought of the cantankerous chicken with a small chuckle. He was truly happy, and even the grumpy ol' Hobbit deep inside of him sighed with content. Life was good to him, but the ale had been even better. Felix wandered to his bed and lay there, smoking a superb pipe of some sort he'd found around the farthing. Then a q ueer feeling came about Felix. He rolled over out of the bed, his pipe falling out of his mouth to the floor with a small clatter as he clutched his chest. He was having a heart attack. Felix's sight clouded over, and the inner eye of his mind took over. Flashes of tankards of ale, laughing friends, and the feeling of the sun's warmth on his skin flit through his mind. Somewhere in the midst of the chaos of his dying mind, he remembered the touch of a woman he'd once loved, and his sight cleared. He looked up to see a face as beautiful as he'd ever laid eyes on. The delicate curves of the woman's face blot out a great white light behind her, and her flowing brown hair settled down to tickle at his face. She began to recede in his vision, but she held his hand and shown him towards the light. A pure white light that filled your vision, yet bathed you in a soft glow. The lovely woman guiding him disappeared into the light, yet Felix was not alone. Beside the light stood all those that Felix had learned to love in his time. Aris, Posco, Fumble, Bolo, Faldo, and countless others stood there, gently smiling at Felix. Felix glanced behind him at where he'd come from, and smiled behind the pipe which hung from his lips. He turned and reached towards the light, basking in its glow and eager to see what lay beyond... ((I'm sorry to say it, but I'm taking an indefinite hiatus from the server. I'm starting my first year of college in a week, and I've realized it's time to grow up a bit, and get my stuff together. I loved playing with you guys (shout out to the halfling community), and I hope to be back some day when the time is right. In the meantime... Much love for Posco))

My favorite moment ever was "Iforgottheirname jumps over the halfling." Powergaming does give you a warm feeling in your stomach.

Do I need to fill out an application to be a protagonist?

As a representative of the group of people who get a sub-par connection to the server, pvp-default is going to hurt. I play a halfling anyways, so it's not like I'll actually win a fight in rp either.

Flies away into the sunset with a cask of Daft-Brain Draft clutched in his talons.

Just a friendly reminder to all the gelatinous creatures out there to keep it fun! Also, blobs, if someone tries to attack you, go for the mouth and make them explode from the inside! Or cover their face and suffocate them!

((I call hax. Or witchcraft. Either way you are to be burnt at the stake.))

((Lighthouse Lane is the best.)) Daft-Brain Draft "Ear bleedin' good." http://i.imgur.com/t5cjwNP.jpg?1

I traveled over to Kralta and someone's first words were "Kill it."

((We are victorious.))

Do what the halflings do which is drink copious amounts of alcohol, tell extremely long lies stories, and dance for extended period of time. The trick is to call it a festival. People love festivals.