Benny_Fool

Are there any plans to deal with the multitude of one day Hobbitses? Also, where do we hide the explosives?

(( At least we can read.))

Felix grumbles at the notice. "Big 'uns brought it on themselves."

Benny_Fool stares dreamily into Samoblivion's eyes, and says, "Tell me about your self."

Inside the songbook, Felix scribbles down a song he wrote for a dear friend. I've heard the tale of wheat and ale I'm heading off to the Dales To Lenfarthing Oh what joy does it bring! Flaxen fields, and flaxen hair Oh do all the ladies look so fair In Lenfarthing Where merry haflings sing! Friends carousing around the hearth Laughing, and drinking with such mirth In Lenfarthing Where full tankards cling! Simples days spent in the sun in the fields where little folk run To Lenfarthing! Where true happiness is a thing!

Felix watches his paintings warily.

The figure notices Fumble, and shoos him away. "Talkin' of adult matters, wee one."

Grey-Quill smiles as the paper slowly makes its way around the gathering.

((Haha man, no worries. This stuff already happens, this just connects the people who do shady stuff. If it does bring conflict rp, I'll cut it off. By the way, everyone, feel free to give ooc feedback.))

In one of the darker corners of the farthing, several cloaked Hobbits gather. They talk amongst themselves in hushed whispers until a member of the group clears his throat loudly, bringing the talking to a close. After looking around the circle to ensure he had their attention, he continues to talk. "This marks th' first gatherin' o' The Cake Boys, n' Jus' in case yer not clear o' what our purpose is, we are a loose conglomerate o' concerned Halflin's with th' intention of preservin' our people's tradition, representin' our folks in encounters with th' Big 'Uns, n' procurin' goods fer our fella' 'aflin's in their times o' need. Now tha' we established our premises n' such, le's begin with members." The figure produces a large piece of paper, and signs "Grey Quill" onto it. (( Now, this is an attempt to solidfy the shady underside of Lenfarthing that no one ever mentions, and to help connect the members of society who indulge in those sorts of shady activities. Community is everything, right? So, if you're interested fill out this small form, and if we get this going, I'll have it moved to the Guilds section. (OOC)MC name: (OOC)Character Name: (OOC) Accepted VA's: (RP)Alias (Think Resevoir Dogs): EX: (OOC) MC name: Benny_Fool (OOC) Character Name: Felix Featherfoot (OOC) Accepted VA's: 1a (Rp) Alias: Grey Quill )) The figure produces a pipe and begins to smoke as the other figures surrounding him contemplate about their individual aliases, and sign it to the paper.

(( You came to the wrong hood. ))

Felix sits looking at the sign with a large grin on his face. "Always nice t' 'ave a new person around!" After nodding happily at the sign, he pats his stomach grumbling something about ale as he wanders towards the Lumpy Pumpkin.

In the middle of the night, a small cloaked figure scurries towards the noticeboard holding a candle. For a small amount of time the figure busies itself with scribbling on the pigskin. After carefully scanning its surroundings, the figure pours the melted wax from the candle, and stamps the wax with a seal before scampering off into the night. As the sun rises in the morning, a small note can be seen written in grey ink on the notice, which reads as such: I have seen the charitable work you have done for the people of the Farthing, and I wish to help you in your quest. I will be in touch. With the sun now breaking above the tree line, the wax seal is seen to be a grey feather. ((Add-on)) Deep in the night at 7 Lighthouse Lane, a small bundle of stone is dropped at the door with a large thud. As the pitter patter of un-shoed feet fades into the night, a crude drawing of a grey feather can be seen tucked into the bundle.

Felix stumbles over towards Yokey, welcoming him with a traditional halfling delicacy; cake. "Be sure t' wash that down with plenty o' ale." Felix winks at Posco, and then passes out next to Yokey on the bench.

Once again, Felix Featherfoot stumbles out of the woods that ring Lenfarthing. Across his back there is a well worn brown sack with a small load inside of it. His cloak is worn through in several places, and his hair is messy and curiously singed in patches across his head. He shrugs the bag off, and begins to dig through it. Slowly, a look of distress comes over his face, and he begins to furiously rummage through the contents of the sack. As he dumps the bag out, he notices a small flaw in the bag; a fistsized hole in the bottom. He had found his prize, the opulent hops, and he had lost it. Because of a hole. Felix screams in anger, beats the ground in a very un-hobbitlike manner, and begins to cry deeply into the meshed weave of the bag. He'd lost it. He'd wasted all of his effort. Off in the world on a particularly dark backwater road, a small clump of golden shaded hops lays in the mud. ((I'm back!))

Felix signs up for gravedigger as he heads out of town.

Inside the Lumpy Pumpkin, Felix is accompnied by several halflings and even more pints of ale. "Wa' th' biggest creature I've ever seen in m' whole life!" ((Calamari anyone?))

Well, my name is Will(iam) Anderson. I live in Perry, Florida, a backwater town that, even if you've lived in FL, you've never heard of. I'm 17, 6'1-2, and senior in highschool (though I'm going to a college full-time now) I used to be in band, and I played 3rd bass in the drumline before I quit. I also used to be in the Boy Scout program, but I quit that because it's terrible. I have some experience on guitar, piano, and I like to play bass mostly. I write alot of lyrics with my friend, who is on his way to being signed to a label. Now, I love to write. I love to read also. One of my dreams in my life is to write a successful book. I use to want to be a veterinarian until I flipped to the animal planet channel one day and a cat was having its testi cut out. That kind of ruined it for me. I've changed course and I want to be a journalist now, even though I won't make a whole bunch of money, I'll love my job. I currently work at a BBQ joint called Goodman's BBQ, which is an awesome job. I'm a simple guy I guess. I don't like to wear watches, bracelets, or any accessories. They feel confining and they bother me. I appreciate good food, but I'm trying to eat healthy now. I like to philosophize. Music wise, I listen to rap, jazz, electronic, and fair collection of indie stuff. Shout out to Hoodie Allen though. Anyways, if you've got questions, ask me, but that's myself in a synopsis.

Felix sat at his door smoking a pipe. All was peaceful, and even the pots and pans sat unmolested by thieving kraltan oafs. Then Felix recalled a book he'd read years in the past; "The Folk-Lore of Brewing." It had talked about a great many things, from the creation of the first hops, to the tale of the alcoholic troll who used a brewery as a house. Inside this tome (For it truly was a massive book) there was a page dedicated to the holy grail of brewing known as the "Opulent Hops." This hops was fabled to create a brew so tasteful that halflings cried when they drank it, humans sold their firstborns for a keg, and that among dwarves, it was treasured more than gold. And so, Felix became restless of heart and of foot and began to pack his bags. He would find this brew, and he would bring it back to Lenfarthing. He made sure he packed several handkerchiefs, and a bundle of his best vittles as he ran towards the door with his pipe almost flying out his mouth. And as he snatched up his walking stick from it's resting place by the door, he set out on the best kind of quest; a quest of questionable sorts. (( I'm heading out tomorrow to go work at a camp for 2 weeks. I hope I'll be back in time for all these events we have planned for Lenfarthing.))