Proddy

A notice is pinned beneath the original "Can Halflings come?"

A flier is left pinned up near the Cloud Temple. It simply reads the following. "I am seeking a Blacksmith with a fair amount of experience, the reasoning I would like to speak of in person, though I will say it does involve pay. I am willing to pay five hundred or more minas to whichever smithy can get this job done for me. If you are interested, leave a note below this one, or otherwise send me a bird. -P.B."

Valndirr arches a brow, reading over the notice with a small shake of his head and a sigh. He'd rook on his heel, heading off somewhere with haste.

An application would find it's way to wherever the Adherents would reside, being delivered by a raven

(( Voided, I told Patriotic I wasn't there to RP, but he did it anyways :/ ))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jY9dQ8hUi7U “Get away from the door!” “Keep back!” “We’re trapped!” “Get that ******* gate open!” Shouts and yell emitted across the room as the battalion scrammered about the rooms. Time was at the essence, and the group were surrounded, the door cut off Iblees’s servants, and the hoard of his creatures of the Nether swarmed around then. They needed an escape, and they needed one now. Amongst the crowds stood a young Hobbit, a descendant of Urguan and Horen both. It was only his right to help defend the kingdom of his Dwarvish cousins in any way he could. Yet now he would pay dearly, he knew. There was no time left, and the holdfast of Urguan’s descendants could not withstand the strikes of lightning raining down from above. It seeked through the stone cracks, and fell down hard on the Halfling, as he’d slump down onto the floor, his body going limp. “POSCO!” a shout would sound out from ahead. Posco’s dear big’un friend and comrade, Aepholis rushed over toward him, taking hold on his body as all went black… Posco the Brave had fallen...

"T'ere beh nae mention o' 'alflin'..." Posco would sigh softly as he'd make his way up to speak to the crier. "Bu'.. ah offeh ye' wha' lil' ai' ah can provide, 'gainst t'is foe." he'd give the crier an assertive nod.

The request has been completed

OOC Minecraft Name: Xtreme_Prodigy Timezone: GMT Skype: harrison.oleary69 Anything you'd like us to know?: Nahhhh. IC Name: Posco Buldge Age: I am thirty eight years of age. Race: Halfling, though sometimes my people are referred to as 'Hobbits', which I find quite offensive, frankly, but let us not delve into that debate. What I am trying to say is; I hope this wouldn't hinder anything related to may acceptance. Gender: Male. Alignments: None worth nothing, other than Gimblewood and a few individuals I would call friends. Skills: Farming, cooking, cleaning, fishing, navigating. Anything you'd like us to know?: Other than anything I've wrote above, then no.

Somehow, the Cave Dweller would catch wind of these sacrifices, letting out a series of strong gurgles and coughs. Being a grotesquely similar creature to a Munchkin himself, he would scurry off, going to seek out the Halfling barbarians.

Posco would come across the flier during his travels, blinking rapidly as he'd read it's contents. "I'... jus' ben ah choil'..." he'd blink rapidly, before shrugging his shoulders with a small grumble, carrying on his way.

"nice meme" says troll

On this night, you have travelled to the Flandria Forests. For whatever reason, whether the forests hold something you seek, or the daily hustle and bustle of city life is beating you down, you stand at the foot of this forest, beholding it’s true beauty. And the forest seems to welcome you itself, the path almost encouraging you to continue onward. As you journey deeper, however, you notice that something seems… amiss. Everything seems still, almost. The birds do not chirp, and the stags do not run free. Though despite your concerns, you carry onward, ruling it off as nothing, or perhaps nothing more than a mere coincidence. A slight tremor can be felt suddenly at your feet as you continue your stroll, as if the very earth itself was shaking. Loud chirps and shriek can be heard from the birds above as they flock away, fleeing the scene. The tremors grow louder and more apparent as something draws near, and your eyes dart about quickly. You must act, and be hasteful about it… Finally, you lay your eyes upon a log about the size of a tree trunk, big enough to shelter you, one would think. You’d rush over to it, ducking down behind it, as the cause of the earthquakes would draw closer, and closer,,, Finally, you’d peer over the trunk, and to your horror, find… A great big troll, the size of a mountain, standing at fourteen feet tall, at least. His skin would be a clear gray, and a long, red scar would run down his back. He’d wear overalls of a sort to cover for modesty, with a large skull strapped to the front of it, a head which once rested on the shoulders of an Uruk, judging by the size of it. He’d walk with two stags under his arm, his next meals, no doubt. Though he’d struggle to keep them held in his grasp, the creatures instintively wriggling and kicking, eagar to break free. He’d walk on, regardless, as if barely noticing your presence. Trees would shake and rattle as he’d pass them, causing leaves to gracefully fall to the ground, and the tremors would gradually stop as the Troll would keep moving.. Whether it be a strong sense of bravery, or a foolish curiosity, you would decide to try and pursue the beast, heading the direction in which it went. After some minutes of walking, you’d finally stumble upon a cave, big enough for a creature like a troll to fit inside. Though as you’d approach, you’d reach your limit. The stench emitting from the caverns would be awful, unbearable for most. It would reek of death, and flesh, and lack of hygiene, to sum it up in a blunt manner. Smoke would rise out from deep within, and hearty bellows of laughter came be heard coming from the caves bowels. So with that, you take your leave. The choice of whether to disclose what you have found or no is one left in your hands, however.

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So yeah, basically. I need the skin below shaded to be a ghostly hue and colour. Am willing to pay. Edit: I can't attach the skins file, for some reason. So if you can do this edit for me, and are interested, just PM me.

Posco smiles lightly upon hearing of the return of his sisters, Peony and Poppy. He'd head out from his burrow, going to find and greet them home.

Posco would make his way toward the voting stand, taking a small slip of paper and righting his name down. He'd smile lightly toward Fumble as he'd drop his balet in his box, before turning and heading back off to attend to some other duties.

Posco sheds teerz at this mockery.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3lq7QEZMj4 Family Members Posco Buldge (Xtreme_Prodigy) Pippo Buldge (PantsInYourAnts) Poppy Buldge(squeak0711) Rosphia Buldge (Novastral) Jimbo ‘Crackerjack’ Buldge (IceBurgers) Peony Buldge(Zomb1eGirl234) Family Tree http://www.familyecho.com/?p=START&c=z72rzozm6v&f=959412970770618434 History The Buldge’s of Gimblewood hold no bloodline of old or ancient, nor any heritage so pure and righteous like that of the Pumpkin God himself. The chronicles of the Buldge family is shrouded and mystery and the unknown, and nobody really knows just how far back the Buldge bloodline stretches. Most family members speculate, however, that their common ancestor would have been one of the many who settled in Elysium or Kalos, or perhaps even freely roamed the lands of Asulon. What little history of the Buldge’s are known, however, begins with Mungo Buldge. Born to parents of unknown origin, he was a Halfling of simple means. Like many of his brood, he lived his life ploughing the fields and drinking more ale than one should, much more happy to live and pass in the corner of the world where he was born. In later life he would fall in love with another Halfling, a female by the name of Ivy Danderfluff. She would bare him six children in total. Posco, Pippo, Poppy, Rosphia, Jimbo, and last but certainly not least, Peony. Their children would go on to cut very different paths of their own upon coming of age. Most notably, Posco, their eldest, ventured out into the world on his own terms, becoming bored of the mundane and sheltered lifestyle that the Halflings lived. He travelled for some time, eventually finding and settling into employment under a big’un, a heinous and improper crime in Halfling society. Though this was short lived, for after Ivy’s passing of natural causes and Mungo’s swift disappearance afterward, Posco returned to the Dale, to assist and mourn alongside his brother, Pippo. Settling back into life in Gimblewood, Posco and Pippo have decided to re-unite together once more. But for better or worse? Only the future may tell… Traits “Pure” Buldge genes appear to be that of fair hair and bright eyes, though it certainly isn’t uncommon for other genes to come into play here. The height of a Buldge, however, is what seems to vary the most among the family. Some may stand at a short 3’2, others peaking at 3’8, though nobody has been ever been recored as taller. Very unlike most Halfling’s, they bare a much stronger curiosity and taste for adventure of the world around them, a trait which is often seen and regarded as strange by other families and Halflings. Heirlooms and Prized Possesions Hobbit Shortsword (Currently held by Posco Buldge) A small shortsword found in a ruin library by Posco, the blade appears to have been forged to be wielded by a Dwarf or Goblin, as well as smaller creatures, such as Halflings, though nothing else seems quite that remarkable and noteworthy about the blade other than just that. Though rarely used in combat scenarios, Posco much more used to wielding the shovel as a weapon, it has saved his life quite a few times now, as well as those around him. Joining the Family As of current the Buldge Family is not recruiting new members. Always check back, however, for this can change at any moment!