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The King of the Wee could say naught, instead simply offering a bow of the head in appreciation, thankful that the honour of Horen, despite the passing of centuries, remained just as strong amongst his descendants.

Throughout Mingebottom a victorious cry was heard quite clearly: "Collin'wood sweep! Let t' dynahsteh roise!"

I'm still declaring war day one. The halflings thirst for expansion.

Name: His Majesty King Cyris Collingwood the first Race(Only one t'is valid unless ye are a known adventurer): Wee Who ye vote for Sheriff?: Sakura Collingwood Who ye vote for Mayor?: Rosebud Collingwood Anything else t'ae add?: T' Collingwood dynansteh shall live fer ah milliun years

The Occupation of Redclyff Let it be known that on the eve of the 12th of Snow’s Maiden 130 SA. the forces of the Halflings, Adunians and Norlanders, with the support of a few Adrians and Talarnorians marched forth to the vile child-eaters of Redclyff. Without resistance, the Halfling force and their allies seized their capital. As much, his Royal Highness, Thain King Cyris sees fit to appoint Ser Adrielle as Governor of the cannibal-freed Redclyff. Signed by; His Majesty Shire-King Cyris I, Father of Foxes, Protector of Frogs, Patriarch of House Collingwood, Thain of Bywater, Honeyhill and Greater Bramblebury, The Unblinded, Master of the Arcane, Founder of Mingebottom and ruler of the Orenian Empire.

"Weh may be peace lovin' folk, but in t' face o' Darkspawn weh'd beh foolish tae turneth our backs on t' realm and our allies, lest we find t'em vereh fiends at our gates. Now bow befer yer king yeh shite stirrer." Retorted the mighty halfling Shire-King, confidently to himself in the mirror.

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The halfling king in question took a long and judgemental sip from his tea cup upon skimming over the article, before filing it under the 'Lily' Section for future reference.

Hear ye, hear ye, Let it be known that the recent, nefarious actions undertaken by those who shall not be named but whose identities are known of are most grievous and unacceptable. I, Cyris, am most deeply shocked and disappointed in the behavior of those who have resided in our Shire as respectable wee-folk for so long. It is the very essence of our just and free commune to convene moots whenever there arises any opposition to the decisions made by the holders of positions of power, so that they may be discussed and overturned if a majority vote is obtained. Violence and threats shall not be countenanced. I implore those who are responsible to come forward and organize a moot regarding the involvement of mina in the Shire, or else they shall be made answerable to the law, and their cause shall be deemed null and void. We are a civilized society, and our differences shall be resolved in a civil and peaceful manner. The use of terrorism shall not be tolerated, nor shall any negotiations be held with those who seek to put the Shire under the threat of a blaze. Depart now in peace, as you are forgiven, His Majesty, King Cyris Collingwood I, Thain of Hayhollow-By-Water.

The King of the Weefolk gave a yawn, idly scratching his back as he made his way to the Shire's notice board. "Le's see 'ere... Wha' t' FECK?!" Cyris exclaimed his eyes scanning the treaty with a faint look of alarm on his visage, before slowly but surely his expression relaxed. "Oi'd... Appreciate ah heads up firs'- but... Tis' aint 'alf bad, le's see 'ow 'tis goes."

I seek an audience with your leader! We've a city to burn. Harley#8753

Greetings, kind and noble inhabitants of the most venerable Shiredom of Bywater and to our lovely neighbours throughout the Realm of Almaris. It is with a heart full of joy and gratitude, I, King Cyris, do humbly extend to thee an invitation of the utmost warmth and hospitality. Come the eve of the morrow, I bid thee join me for an evening of merriment and camaraderie at The Tippen's Tavern in my beloved Shire. Let not thy stature nor heritage sway thee, for all are embraced with open arms into our midst. The choicest ales shall flow in abundance and the finest of pipeweed shall burn in every pipe, generously provided by the weefolk; A night of revelry and laughter shall be had by all with music, dance, and an array of delights to delight thy senses, we shall raise our cups in unity and goodwill, celebrating the bonds that bind us together as one community. Thus, let it be known throughout the land that this invitation is a heartfelt expression of the hospitality and generosity of spirit that we hold dear in our Shiredom. Come and join us, and partake in the warmth and kindness that we offer with open hearts and open arms. Signed, His Majesty King Cyris I, Thain of Bywater, Father of Foxes, Saviour of the Froggies and Protector of the Realm. ((OOC: Tonight in Bywater, Friday 7PM EST))

[!] The Following document would be mounted to the various sign posts and notice boards of the Realm. Hearken ye, hearken ye! It is with a heavy heart and the righteous fury of Knox, that I, Cyris, Shire-King of Bywater, must perforce declare war on the darkspawn of Almaris. The Iblees cultists who have fled our lands and sought refuge in the darkest corners of the realm shall not be allowed to continue their vile practices unchallenged. Thusly I do summon forth the Knights of Knox, and those with courage among our kin, to take up arms and defend our fair realm from the taint of darkness. Every able-bodied halfling of Bywater shall if they so desire, lay claim to a shovel forged from the finest Slayersteel, a noble weapon bequeathed unto us by our newfound allies, the Druids of the Vale. With these shovels in hand, we shall smite our foes and send them back to the very depths of Arugula's sea from whence they came. Let it be known that, as your king, I do not undertake these actions lightly, but we must safeguard our people and our way of life. We do not wish to stand alone in this quest, thus the Kingdom of Bywater beckons upon its neighbors to join this crusade against the darkness. Together, we shall exhibit to the darkspawn the might of our combined forces and banish them back to the shadows. May Knox bless Bywater and her allies with his cunning and wit, and may we emerge victorious in this righteous struggle. Let the foxes of the Shire roam free, and the frogs of Frogtopia sing with joy, for we fight for their liberty and the liberty of all decent folk. Signed, His Majesty, King Cyris I, Thain of Bywater, Liberator of Frogtopia, Father of Foxes, and Protector of the Realm.

Name: His Royal Highness King Cyris, Thain Hayhollow-By-Water and of the Weefolk, Father of Foxes, Liberator of the Frogs, Lord of Greater Bramblebury, Wielder of Knoxscalibur, Servant of Knox and Protector of the Realm. Race: Halfling Mayor Vote: Mimosa Applefoot (X) Xob Wobson ( ) Dolly Peregrin ( ) Sheriff Vote: Breasal Nimblefoot ( ) Taylor Woodrun (X)

Honestly, the swap fits the current reality of the server dead on

Cyris dons his defense attorney badge, that shows that he is infact a lawyer. "Looks loike ets toime fee turn aboot stealt' class."

There emerged the mighty halfling king from the Iron vault, goggles lifted to his brow. "...Grea' Scott!"

~*~ A poem is bound to a branch of the Iris Tree ~*~ -=+=- Bill-Galad was a vulpine Thain Now him hast the impropers slain The last who's Shire the bigguns rought Fore independence we had brought His tail was long, his eyes were keen His fiery fur afar was seen Our countless fields of towering wheats Were guarded by his stalwart shrieks But now has come his bitter end Our loyal guardian and friend By Knox's side he now resides Through acts of Arugulean pride. -+-

Did you know that Hippos cannot actually swim?

"Ye' silleh coo', oi'll be seein' ye's soon." A leather glad Dwed mused aloud to the dead, a long and heavy sigh leaving him a fair length of silence later.

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