NotEvilAtAll

+1 I can tell that the idea came from D&D, D&D is awesome, therefore +1

Halflings are the only race LOTC needs

Madeline Applebrook would raise her mug to her mouth as she listens to the music in the Pendlemere pub "Ah fes'ival! This jus' ge's be'er an' be'er!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Murder in the Morn Or- "The Great Halfling Massare" It was a pleasant and simple day, and all was going quite well for the halflings of Pendlemere-by-Cotton-Lake. Birds chirped in the morn as the leaves and grass swayed about in the wind, and the very substance of Cotton Lake itself seemed to glow with a majestic brilliance. A good day it was, a peaceful day, just like the hundred of other good days in the history of Pendlemere. This day was slightly different however, there had been a small incursion of Orcs, in which the big greenies demanded a large amount of tribute that the Halflings did not possess. Even due to the rudeness of these Orcs, the day was treated the same by the wee folk, pleasant, merry and jolly. T’was harmonious for the better part of the early morn, the bright landscape remaining unchanged as is normal for Pendlemere and the Halflings. The farmers began to harvest the crops, the Halflings in the tavern began elevensies as they were all beginning to feel somewhat peckish. However, the peaceful area that was Pendlemere was being silenced by the stamping of galloping hooves coming off the dirt pathways leading into their small, quaint village. The wee folk began to scatter as the hooves got closer and closer to them, the faint outline of large figures could be seen riding closer in their steady gallop. Halflings of young and old grew nervous, a bump forming in each of their throats as the figures that were riding upon these war horses turned out to be a familiar set of large Orcs. The farmland shaking under their large feet, the tavern floorboards bouncing slightly as the group of invaders set their sights on the village they had just entered. Some Halflings even connected these invaders with the Orcs that had arrived earlier, but the ones who were close enough to notice would really wish they weren’t. The moment Gerald noticed the invaders, He began to prepare a small li’l birdie to fetch help, assistance, or aid. Unfortunately for the denizens of Pendlemere, Gerald was soon noticed, attacked, and impacted by one of the Orcish snagas((@Senor_Tortuga)), the hooves of the snagas horse impacting Gerald, sending him flying backwards and off of the hill he had been standing on. With Gerald lying down on the ground, bruised and defenceless, his face and body covered in blood, and his willpower utterly crushed, Gerald was soon finished off with a quick swing of the slave’s weapon, his body smashed into the ground, dead. His bleeding corpse later provided evidence that the ordeal even happened at all, in addition to an eye witness mentioned later on. However, Merridolph, who had been pleading to the Orcs, asking for them to spare Gerald, rushed off towards the storage burrow to fetch the tribute they had asked for. “You can’t go inside, you won’t fit.” Insisted the Halfling, “I’ll go in and get the tribute.” Merry walked inside, checking around the chests for the haybales. They did not nearly meet the quota, the resources scarce. The Halfling turned to the doors, before sliding a few workbenches and chests in front to block it. From one of the chests he produced a shovel, bolting for the edges and prying up the wood planks. He began burrowing beneath the storage burrow, piling up rocks behind him with enough space for air holes. The Halfling however continued to lose air, bolting to dig a small hole just large enough to air. However, it was immediately collapsed by a dashing baldheaded villain ((@Senor_Tortuga.)) The Uruks began piling dried sticks around the door to the burrow, lighting it aflame as smoke crept in. The Halfling, entombed by his own digging, began to choke to death on smoke. He screamed for help, but soon he had no air to breath- no sound to let free. He was silenced, and dead… He soon forgot, however, as he woke up in the sanctity of the cloud temple. When he returned, he would be unhappy with what he saw… completely unbeknownst that one of the casualties had been him. Pumpter, another halfling, had been wandering about the lands of Pendlemere, the landscape seemingly peaceful and quiet despite the atrocity happening but a stone’s throw away. Unfortunately, Pumpter was found by the Orcs, and swiftly dispatched by one of their number ((@Senor_Tortuga)), awaking in the cloud temple just much like Merridolph, not knowing of the terrible act that had occurred. Meanwhile, Velvet Took observed the whole thing from his burrow. He watched through terrified eyes as the orcs razed the village. He heard the tortured screams, saw the bloodshed. He saw Cotton Lake run red with blood, and could do nothing but panic. So he watched his village fall apart, the very waters he had known and loved polluted with the stench and hatred of death as the blood and hope of the halfling trickled away, discarded like food scraps in a compost bin, never to be seen again. The Halfling village of Pendlemere-by-Cotton-Lake was ravaged during that fateful day, three halflings in total were killed, each of their tales of woe more terrible than the last. Merridolph, who suffocated in the tomb he dug for himself, thinking it would bring him escape, learned of the event after Velvet Took told him of the horrendous deed, together, they searched the ground for any remaining bodies, hoping to find the other halfling present during the massacre. They then stumbled upon Gerald’s body, lying face down by the pub’s hill, his face and neck covered in a sticky red mass that one can only assume used to be inside his body. The monks had not gifted Gerald with new life this time, for it seemed his life had ended for good, his motionless body nothing more than a sack of flesh covered in flies and all the other nasties of death. As for anything else that the duo of Velvet and Merridolph uncovered, there is none, the body of Pumpter still missing to this day. After nightfall had passed, the sun yet again rose over the halfling village of Pendlemere-by-Cotton-Lake, the terrors of the other day masked by the glowing ball of new hope, of promise, and of peace returning yet again. For the halflings are a resilient sort of folk, and thus, life moves onwards for the wee. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'd be down for this, although I sadly don't have any spare persona slots :(

:^) Goodbye, best of luck on your adventures yet to come

"Shogging's ah wurd as well ye know" Gerald would say in a defensive manner "t'is t'a wurd fer t'a 'alflin's spor' tha' ah know an' love"

"Do ye 'ave shogging in yer fes'ival?" Gerald the halfling would ask

Dinosaurs, +1 for that

8/10, I see you 'round the forums quite a bit

((I'll do some farming for you if you'd like)) "T'is biggun needs ah farmah? Why dun' ye jus' gi' yerself ah 'alflin' loike meh?" Gerald the halfling would say ((Vet farmer soon to be masterful, and Gerald is RPed a bunch by me)) ((Skype email: [email protected]))

Why does HalflingRP=BestRP Why do I repeatedly post "HalflingRP=BestRP" all the time?

What happens when a half breed halfling is half cut in half by half of a hand and a half sword wielded by another halfling?

Why does HalflingRP=BestRP?

"No' t'is again" Gerald would sigh

I remember the "Extremely Warm Halfling Wool Suits" that are in the auctioneer in the video! They were used in a player run halfling event that I participated in! Small world....

Is using a bow improper?

Gerald would be adding the finishing touches to his burrow as he says "Ah nomina'e Larry an' Frederich, because dey ac'ualleh know wha' 'ey are doin', unloike meh!" Gerald would give out a hearty laugh, and then continue working. "Ye can' nomina'e yerself ye silleh li'l biggun!" Gerald would pipe out

Set the campaign during the Punic Wars, and I'm in.

Sweet! I should totally make a lore post on this if I ever have the time!