Hearth

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

[!] 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.

-+-

Name: Thain Cyris

Race (must be halfling 'er gnome!): Halfling

Residence: Hayhollow

Pick for Sheriff (pick one):

Nob(x)
Ja'Runk'Ungri( )

Pick for Mayor (pick one):

Mimosa( )

Bill the Fox(x)

"Tis beh one small step fer th' weefolk, an ah slightleh smaller step fer th' rest o' Almaris" Uttered a proud halfling king from atop the moon's surface, the mighty banner of Honeyhill planting into its cheesey surface.

MC Name:

         AceOfHearths

Character's Name:

         King Cyris

Character's Age:

         Unknown (Over 50)

Character's Race:

         Halfling

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         Nevaehlen Self-Teach Tome

Teacher's RP Name:

         Nevaehlen Self-Teach Tome

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Ofcourse

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

And so the King returned to his oaken throne, surrounded by his many foxes, rats and frogs;

A different tale to them told he, one of friendship and of his mayoral companion;

And of the will of Knox, and of the mysteries of the sea, and of the nature of the mountains to lead travellers astray;

And his children listened, though understand they did not, as they were simple beasts, and though Cyris was a King, one could feel they heeded his words all the same.

The Ballot:

((MC Name: AceOfHearths))

Name: King Cyris I

Vote for Thain:

King Cyris Collingwood (X)

Lily Peregrin ()

Vote for Mayor:

Mimosa Applefoot (X)

Magnolia Fiddleberry ()

Vote for Sheriff:

Breasal Nimblefoot ()

Hob the Beast Slayer (X)

"Whoile th' presence o' such improper devices 're still presen' wit'in our fine glen, th' usage o' vigilante justice- and this assault on th' Thain's honour cannae be forgiven. By Knox oi order th' culprit tae come fort' an' explain 'tere actions or face 'is holy wrat'. Knox mit uns. Gloreh tae Bill-Galad" Uttered Honeyhill's King in booming song.

"Let freed'm ring" Uttered the King with a hefty nod.

Arugulean Society And Its Future

The Arugulean Enlightenment and its consequences have been a disaster for halfling kind, our beloved and noble Knox's foul impersonator has spread its taint upon the pumpkin lord's good word, placing the vile temptress Arugula within our sacred pantheon as a being of justice.

I, Cyris, King of the Weefolk and Knox's chosen prophet call this twisting of our good faith a tragedy and present our Shire with a means to stray from this dark path; The absolute denunciation of Arugula, this may seem extreme- though I plea for the Weefolk to think back to when all was well, what event was the catalyst to all our ails and plagues? Ever since the false Knox appeared in our late Shire of Bramblebury we have been faced with punishment after punishment- from whom? I cannot say.

Knox is and always shall be the protector of Halfling kind, thus I can only conclude that the persistent worship and reverence of the heretical idol of Arugula has given the abomination power far beyond what any of us could have anticipated- she is the very core to every ail our good people have faced, and perhaps with Knox's divine guidance we may escape her tentacled clutches.

We, the Weefolk are approaching a turning point- if we are to carry out Knox's will I, Cyris believe firmly that we shall flourish and prosper as a people, a golden age of halfling kind is sure to be upon us; which is why I humbly plea that each of us take a moment out of our days to think, and reflect on the regard we have so carelessly granted the fiend Arugula. I wish to each of you a good morning, and a grander afternoon. 

Signed - King Cyris of Greater Bramblebury and the Weefolk.

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.

No

IGN: TakeMeT0TheFae

Character Name: Iris Peregrin

Age: Around 50

Place of Residence / Street Address: Halfling-Village, Peregrin burrow

Position: Alderman

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Just now, __Clocky said:

Harley why do you do this to me

'doing ur mom something something bad at fortnite'

 

wtfff that was so uncalled for 

Does ur mom know youre gay?

+1 for potential rat-puns.