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[!] A missive would be posted on each and every Lamp-Post across the Canonist nations. "Lo' lads, its Cyris, ye' may know me from events such as- th' Southern Summit, th' Haensi Peace Summit an' every party Numendil has had fer th' past five years. Et has come tae me attention tat' humanity is strugglin' over th' matter o' th' Homos, so as is often requested oi am sendin' out my two minas regardin th' matter; As anybodeh who's been payin ah moderate amount o' attention to th' Weefolk, ye' will know tat' we 'ave always allowed fer t' gays to thrive 'n prosper within our Shoire, regardless o' 'ow maneh toimes foreign powers 've complained over t' supposed sanctity o' t' matter. Th' Weefolk believe firmleh that th' Creator GOD, or as weh refer tae 'im- Th' Great Farmer- coul'nae give less o' a shite about who yeh love so long as 'tey aint evil or from inside th' close famileh. Ye' may be wonderin' whoi oi am tellin' ye' all 'tis. Et's quite simple- th' Shiredom o' Dunwen shall offer ah proper marriage ceremoneh under th' Knoxist Church tae aneh who desire et, be 'tey 'omosexual, straightsexual or what'er th' other ones are. Weh feel 'tis is th' most kind 'n lovin' 'ting to do in 'tese questionin' times 'mong th' Churches o' Man." - Hugs and Kisses, King Cyris Collingwood the First, the Second, Former Thain of Dunwen.

The King of the Wee read the warrant with a disappointed sigh. "Shoul' harm come tae Minty our kin will beh friends no more. Add 'tat tae t' court record."

Whatever system you devise, bare in mind that activity checks won't allow smaller realms to grow. Bywater wouldn't have had a chance to become the size it is now if it was constantly under pressure. Go easy on the little guys, so that they might become something better in time. If they're absolutely dead- then by all means send the ruination team in. Or- and hear me out here...

"Welp, tere goes my plans for t' weekend." A pious halfling king mused.

Didnt read, upvoted.

We'd certainly see alot more raids. But I mean- that's extra conflict roleplay.

Dúnwen numero uno!!!!!11!!1 Patriotism aside, I agree that there are a lot of realms and that can drastically spread out roleplay to the point of it being hard to find- though instead of some grand nation purge or whichever brute force method may resolve this- I instead believe that centralization can be achieved by just- allowing players to know which realms are active by making the command public. They'll flock to the realms that actually have players and in turn those without will have little capability to pay their upkeep if they don't have a consistent and loyal playerbase. (Which should absolutely be increased because if the barefooted hill dwelling Communists can gather enough capital to support a realm the size that Dunfarthing is then it must be too cheap.)

Cyris Collingwood nominates Cyris Collingwood!

The King of the Wee offered a simple bow of the head at the word of his Kinsman's demise. "We'll mee' again soon, Mistah Green. Oi will put ye' back together."

People o' Braevos! 'Er since th' defeat o' Iblees in t' ancien' days o' yore, th' Weefolk 've been a scattered people. Continen' after continent weh lay scattered in Shires a thousand farthin's apart, or worse, livin' as bigguns in t' countless cities 'n settlements o' th' other descendants. Billybob's kin forced aside as a secon' thought, for centuries even 'tose of us that gathered together were given no other option but vassalage 'n servitude under taller folk tat' saw nothin' o' us but a source o' farmed goods or worse targets o' simple plunder due to our sacred tradition o' leavin' no door sealed from our fellow kinsman. To 'tat oi, Cyris! King of th' Wee, faithful servan' o' th' mighty protector chosen fer us by th' fifth brother Billybob, th' Pumpkin Lord Knox- say "Nae!". To th' scattered Weefolk of the realm: Come. Come! Heed me call, let Billybob's kin be a united people once more! In th' Shiredom of Dúnwen yeh shall be embraced wit' open arms, regardless o' what may haunt yer pasts. Abandon yer minae! Abandon yer shoes 'n weapons! Yeh'll not be needin' em. Become free from th' grasps o' biggun society, taxes, violence 'n greed! An' let Knox intae yer heart once more. To th' descendants o' Horen, Krug, Urguan 'n Malin: Th' Weefolk are a free people, hinder 'tem not from leaving yer cities- but shoul' 'tey desire to stay, do nae force 'tem out- instea' treat t' kin o' t' fifth descendant wit' th' dignity 'n respect 'tey deserve; Oi shan' tolerate my kin bein' tretten in any way but as yer equals. Dúnwen and it's tidings shall for'er be at yer doorstep shoul' yeh respect this request. To my people, th' Halflins o' Dúnwen: Fer too long have oi served as yer Thain, though et has been an honour- oi have been neglectin' my true duteh to Knox, an' th' Weefolk across th' Realm, not jus' within' our walls. Moi close companion, Mimosa- shall take up th' shovel her grea' grea' granpappy Rollo firs' lifted, un'er 'er wise guidance th' Shire shall thrive, o' 'tat much oi am sure. Oi shall continue me duties as King, spreadin' t' tidings of Dúnwen's people across Breavos, keepin' th' most vulnerable o' Billybob's folk safe- an petitionin' fer peace among th' rest o' descendant kind. Tae lighten me load, an' focus on dispensin' Knox's good word to th' people o' our Shire, oi reprise th' title o' High Pumplar, an' under th' authoriteh granted to me by Knox- bestow et upon th' most proper 'n respectable, Sister Dolly Peregrin, may sheh serve as ah beacon o' properness fer our good folk. Wit' 'tat, oi bid yeh all adieu. Let et' be known to th' realm 'tat Billybob's kin have returned to 'tere former glory, as ah united people. Bowin' tae none but him an' our Guardian Knox, from now till th' end o' time. Regards- His Majesty King Cyris Collingwood, the First, the Second. Former Thain of Dúnwen.

Name: King Cyris Collingwood I, II Race: Halfling Your vote for Sheriff (choose one): Breasal Nimblefoot ( x ) Mister PADRIC Applebottom-Peregrin ( ) Your vote for Mayor (choose one): Ser Do’Spuds Loa’chil ( ) The Wizard Magnolia ( x )

Name: King King Cyris Collingwood the First, the Second.Race: Clo- HalflingPick for Sheriff: Mimosa ApplefootPick for Mayor: Bob the Turtle

There is merchant roleplay? I've seen a whole lot of it and my nation doesn't even use Minas internally.

[!] In response a simple missive would be posted atop the oaken post of the Pinemaw Barn.

Eviction Notice On the 10th of the Amber Cold, Year 152 of the Second Age. For the malpractice of undercutting both your neighbours within Barnsley and the agreed minimum market price of the Silver Merchant Sovereignty, it is with great displeasure that the Trade Authority of Barnsley must order your eviction from the premises upon the Pumpkin Week's end. We wish you luck in your future business ventures, sincerely, The Farming Commune of Barnsley, on the behalf of His Majesty King King Cyris Collingwood the First, The Second.

"Who t' feck bathes with clothes on, ta's t' real crime 'ere" A rather confused Halfling King mused.

[!] To the citizens of The Commonwealth of the Petra and those of Númendil, a grand missive was delivered, nailed to each and every sign-post, notice board and gatehouse. The King's Road Begins -------------------===={ + }====------------------- For far too long, the winding roads of our realms have gone unplanned, unloved, and untouched. But today, I, Cyris, King of the Weefolk, am most honoured to make a monumental announcement on behalf of the citizenry of Dúnwen. We are putting an end to the neglect of fair Aevos' infrastructure. We begin this venture with the restoration of the Grand Bridge that once gracefully spanned Loch Dúin in centuries long past. But this is just the beginning! The construction of the King's road is underway, a testament to our dedication to Dúnfarthing and her neighbours. From the bridge's head, a grand brick road, meticulously crafted from chiseled stone, will stretch westward, reaching all the way to the distinguished borders of the Commonwealth of the Petra. It is my heartfelt plea to our neighbors in Númenost and of the Petra to seize this diplomatic opportunity. Let us, together, establish a dignified, travel-convenient, and, above all, cooperative connection among the Eastern nations. This is no small undertaking for my kin, and I recognize the challenges that lie ahead for all of us. However, armed with determination, a hunger for grandeur, and a shared vision, our realms shall, at long last, be linked in a way that will leave an indelible mark on history. Let the world take note of this proud moment! -=+=- Sincerely, His Royal Majesty King King Cyris Collingwood the first, the second. Thain of Dunfarthing and her vassals, Protector of the Wee, Lord of Greater Bramblebury, Honeyhill and the Hillmen. Father of Foxes, Liberator of Frogtopia, Slayer of Gods, The Oathbreaker, Grand Wizard of Bogwartz: School of Shamanism and Housemagery, Tamer of the Forest, Chairman of the League Of Super Best Friends, Wielder of most holy Knoxscalibur, Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire of Bywater, Shogging Champion, Attorney at law.

Let them come. We'll be ready. Halfling ire knows no bounds!

Enjoy your rest king.