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  1. [!] A wanted poster is scattered all over Brandybrook Name(s) Wanted! After a long and tiresome investigation, me (Taurin Leafwalker), Deek Driftwood and Honour Rackham have finally deduced who stole the ship (with maybe a little help from a genie). So – the ship was found in Sutican waters and me and Deek had a discussion about what we could do. He put me in contact with Honour, who is the harbormaster for Sutica, but she said no one came to her for permission. We searched the ship and found no clues. T’was nice to be back on it though! This means the thieves were most likely located in Sutica or close to it. After a long time with no more leads, I went to the annual drinking night because I was very tired from all the investigation and I like alcohol. But then SHAZAM! A cup thing that had earlier been bouncing around and making music exploded and out came a huge genie thing! He said stuff about him being stuck in there for a long time and the cosmos were collapsing but that doesn’t sound too bad, right? He gave us all one wish, but many who wished had a terrible fate bestowed upon them. (We’ll sort you out Glinda, don’t worry!). I wished to be told who stole the Spicy Shrimp, and he told me this: So – if anyone has any idea who the Head of the Uialben Family is, or who the Preistess of Renalia is, or who the daughter is, or if they are all the same person, please leave a note on this poster. The Spicy Shrimp will be coming home soon, don’t worry. (( I’m thinking Thursday? DM me thoughts.)) Thanks – Taurin Leafwalker.
  2. ((partial inspiration: https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Pervinca_Took )) Pervinca Applebrook Age: 34 Race: Halfling Height: 2’7’’ Weight: Around 70 pounds. Hair Color: Reddish-Blonde Eye Color: Dark blue Origins: Her mother was an unknown barmaid of the Drunken Duck Tavern, and her father was Agobard Applebrook, a son of Merridolph Applebrook himself. She lived in Dunshire during her childhood, playing with the Applefoot children and learning how to play the flute. However, Agobard died of consumption before Pervinca was old enough to fend for herself, forcing Pervinca and her half-brother, Pelegren, to leave Dunshire in search of care, seeing as none of the other halfling families would adopt them. They wandered across Arcas in search of work, family, food, etc, splitting up in the process. After some travel, Pervinca would stumble across the trade city of Sutica, where she would work as a barmaid in order to earn her sustenance. She encountered the Foxburr halfling family there, who took her under their wing and taught her how to be proper even inside a biggun settlement. Having finished her childhood and found a family in Sutica, Pervinca would remain in Sutica as the descendents moved on to Arcas. In Arcas, however, the Foxburr family began to have issues. The parents of the family were growing old, and none of the Foxburr children were getting married due to the lack of halflings in Sutica. Eventually, they were unable to provide for Pervinca anymore, and she had to leave once more in search of a livelihood. Personality + Traits: A wee li’l Applebrook used to hard times, Pervinca is willing to do almost anything if it will save herself and kin from pain, for such actions are how she squeezed by in biggun lands when she was younger. She acts first, and thinks later, not spending more than a moment pondering any major decision. She is somewhat uneducated, as the Foxburrs and Applebrooks were not good at homeschooling, and thus her speech is cruder than most other halflings. Her writing is also crude and lopsided, and she has trouble reading books without pictures in them. Her few skills include bartending, basic farming knowledge, and sewing. Most of the clothing she wears she created on her own, a fairly impressive feat considering the lack of materials she had access to. While her farming skills may be rusty, she’s more than capable of producing food to feed herself given enough farmland. Her bartending, while decent, is nothing out of the ordinary and only let her barely squeak by on her own. She can create basic low-quality drinks as a part of her bartender gig, but fails miserably at any attempt to create something fancy. OOC: I’m going to try and rebuild the ol’ Applebrook family as it was before the Applefoots took over everything, seeing as the Applefoots are more than capable of staying relevant on their own right now. Now that micbox and I are both playing Applebrooks again, hopefully we’ll be able to revive the family.
  3. [!] A scrap of paper is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard! T’a Fif’eenth Drinkin’ Nigh’! ~Brandybrook as seen by t’a birds!~ Lo All! Us wee folks are doing real well right now! More ‘n more halflings are showin’ up in the village it seems! Oi’d consider this a blessing from Lord Knox himself! Let us celebrate our prosperity with a bunch o’ booze and a good deal of partyin’! What: A Drinking Party! Booze is provided for free, of course! Where: In Brandybrook, t’a home o’ t’a halflings! (next ter Aegrothond) When: ’round the turn o’ the Elven Week I reckon. ((4 PM EST, Sunday the 19th of January)) Long Live Brandybrook! Glory ter t’a wee! -Pervinca Driftwood, halfling reporter [!] The paper ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  4. [!] A newspaper is spread across Brandybrook! The Pumpkin Press ~The quality news that the people of Brandybrook DESERVE!~ Table of Contents ~Brandybrook Winter Feast is a massive success!~ ~Hearth and Blaze break up!~ ~The Spicy Shrimp has been found by Taurin Leafwalker!~ ~Anne and Jasper, the cutest couple of Brandybrook?~ ~Brandybrook Winter Feast is a massive success!~ ~The halflings of Brandybrook + Aegrothond Elves havin’ a wondrous FEAST!~ The glorious Brandybrook Winter Feast planned by the best Thain to ever exist, Micah O’Connell, has been a massive success! Large quantities of cake, pie, cookies, and meat were consumed along with enough booze to choke a horse! Afterwards, a shogging tournament was help by Rosemary, which Taurin Leafwalker was able to win! However, all was not perfectly well during the Feast. In the middle of the celebration, some no-good Sutican biggun WIZARD??? set the table on fire and caused several other explosions in the distance. The confusion caused by this TERRORIST ATTACK forced the halflings to grip their shovels tightly with righteous fury, planning their PUMPKIN RAID on Sutica for housing such villainous persons. Sadly, the Thain and my daughter didn't agree with the Pumpkin Raid proposed by the others, and the plan fell apart. We will get our revenge on this WIZARD??? on a later date! ~Heath and Blaze break up!~ ~Hearth, a Halfling? Dwarf? who has caused nothing but trouble for the people of Brandybrook!~ Hearth, by far the worst wee-folk to have ever existed, has ruined his relationship with Incadence Blazeweilder (commonly known as just “Blaze”). When Blaze asked Hearth to stop ogling other women, he refused. This unfaithful man caused Blaze such stress that she miscarried their second child. As a result of this, the two are no longer a couple. Many halflings and Suticans have warned Blaze about Hearth, telling her that he’s bound to cheat on her. It seems those warnings were correct. Hearth is the only wee-folk to have ever been SPECIFICALLY BANNED from Brandybrook Drinking Nights due to his horrid nature. There’s no doubt that he will be banned from future Drinking Nights. He corrupts the youth, ruins relationships, and is generally a terrible person. May Knox curse you, Hearth. ~The Spicy Shrimp has been found by Taurin Leafwalker!~ We’ve finally found it! It seems the ship had been relocated somewhere off the coasts of Sutica by unknown agents. Negotiations with Sutican authorities to get the Spicy Shrimp back are ongoing. May Knox bless Taurin Leafwalker for his service to Brandybrook’s navy! ~Anne and Jasper, the cutest couple in Brandybrook?~ ~The Sunbrook family burrow!~ Anne and Jasper have been dating for quite some time (or so I’ve been told). They’ve moved into a lovely burrow together, for they plan on creating a lovely family to inhabit it. They now share the same last name, Sunbrook, a combination of their previous last names. However, the question remains, are Anne and Jasper the cutest couple in Brandybrook? I shall let the readers of this newspaper decide. In order to vote on the poll, send a note with your answer to the Driftwood family mailbox, or send me a bird ((post in comments)) using the following format. Is Anne + Jasper the cutest halfling couple? -Yes -No Leave a check next to your answer! Here’s an example of a properly filled out format! Is Anne + Jasper the cutest halfling couple? -Yes -No ✓ Leave a check next to your answer! That will be all! Long Live Brandybrook! Glory ter t’a wee! (Gosh... I’ve always wanted to write that!) -Pervinca Driftwood [!] The newspaper ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  5. ~The Driftwood Family!~ The Driftwood family is a newer family within Brandybrook, for it initially consisted of none but Deek Driftwood, and expanded from there with his recent marriage to Pervinca. The Driftwoods are a family of fisher halflings who supply Brandybrook with a never ending supply of fresh fish, ensuring that the halflings never run low on meat! On top of their frequent fishing, the Driftwoods are known for their skill in sailing, for they manage the Spicy Shrimp ship and thus the entire navy of Brandybrook! ~Driftwood Culture & Traditions~ In order to be considered a full adult within the Driftwood family, a lil’un must catch a fish larger than they are without help from others. This is not too much of any issue for most Driftwoods, for fish around Brandybrook that are larger than the average halfling are quite common. Another important tradition for the Driftwood family is marriage. Driftwood children are expected to get married soon after becoming an adult, with pre-marital relations discouraged. This is in stark contrast with the rest of the halflings, who have grown more loose on marriage in recent times. Finally, a good Driftwood must never chop down a tree. That task is to be done by other halflings, for the Driftwoods are halflings of the sea, not of the forest. ~Driftwood Appearance~ Driftwoods are usually on the shorter end of the halfling race, rarely taller than 2’10’’. Their hair ranges from blonde to black, and their eyes are usually some shade of blue. Their feet are much hairier than other halflings, often times covered in as much hair as their heads! ~Driftwood Religion~ The Driftwoods are devout followers of Arugula, the Squid Lord. They believe that the worship of Arugula will grant them a larger catch and safety from the dangers of the sea, and thus they are known to build shrines in Arugula’s honor. While Knoxism, aspectism, and other religions do exist within the Driftwood family, they are less common than usual. ~Family Recipes~ Driftwood Salmon is a dish that cannot be beat! The recipe is a closely guarded secret by the Driftwood family, but it’s speculated that it involves some amount of foreign lemons and (obviously) salmon On top of this, the Driftwoods acquired the recipe for Swammie Booze from Rollo Applefoot (probably by stealing it). While the booze is funky and bizarre, the Driftwoods seem to like it for some reason. ~Driftwood Family Tree~ ~A room within the Driftwood family burrow!~ Pervinca Driftwood, wife of Deek – ALIVE Deek Driftwood, husband of Pervinca – ALIVE Jackwise Driftwood, son of Deek – ALIVE Anne Driftwood, daughter of Deek – ALIVE Unnamed Driftwood, child of Deek – ALIVE ((not played)) Unnamed Driftwood, child of Deek – ALIVE ((not played)) Jesse Driftwood, daughter of Deek – ALIVE ((not played))
  6. [!] Missives have been put up around Arcas. The Brandybrook Winter Feast These winter months are long and bitter, and so t’a halflings of Brandybrook are having a feast to warm up! The feast will be held mostly outdoors. There will be music, dancing, darts, and o’ course- LOTS’A FOOD AND DRINK! Every’un is invited to join in the revelry, so long as they ‘ave nay intentions of causin’ trouble! (Halflings in particular are encouraged to come along and party with fellow wee!) The event will take place ‘n around an elven week (OOC: 2pm EST/ 7pm GMT, Saturday the 11th of January) ~Micah O’Connell, Thain of Brandybrook [!] The missive ends with the official seal of Brandybrook.
  7. [!] A note is pinned to the Brandybrook noticeboard, penned in neat handwriting. 14th Annual Drinking Night! As usual, Brandybrook will be holding a drinking night for anyone who wishes to come out to Brandybrook, drink, and/or enjoy the company of the weefolk! A picture of the Toady Traveler, Brandybrook’s most renowned (and only) tavern, taken during the elven winter months! What: Drinking party! Where: Brandybrook, the land o’ the wee! When: Around the end of this Elven Week and the beginning of the next! ((Sunday, 5th of January, 4pm EST)) We hope to see you there! -Anne Sunbrook, Sheriff o’ Brandybrook [!] Brandybrook’s official seal is pinned to the note.
  8. [!] A note is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard Drinkin’ Nights be back! ~The Brandybrook Winter Party!~ Recently, us wee folks ‘ave been distrac’ed with other parties! T’is toime fer us to once again continue t’a Drinking Nights! What: A Drinking Party! Where: In Brandybrook, the home o’ the halflings! When: Towards t’a end o’ this Elven Week ‘n the beginnin’ o’ the next! ((4 PM EST, Sunday the 29th of December)) Long Live Brandybrook! Glory ter t’a wee! -Pervinca Driftwood [!] The note ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  9. [!] A missive is plastered around Arcas. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SHIP? [!] A shoddy illustration of a ship. The Spicy Shrimp ‘as mysteriously DISAPPEARED from the halfling village of Brandybrook overnight! Taken by thieving bigg’uns nay doubt. This is a crime against weefolk! A reward of pies and booze will be in order for anybody who can locate or return the vessel. ~Micah O’Connell, Thain of Brandybrook [!] The missive ends with the official seal of Brandybrook.
  10. [!] Personal invitations are sent to every burrow in Brandybrook, to Blaze and her family in Sutica, to the Druidic halflings, etc. Winter Party! ~Winter in Brandybrook~ The halfling spirit o’ partying has continued for quite some time! Nay matter how much Knox’s anger of biggun conflict stifles travel, us wee folks will always be one to party right here at home! Let us celebrate these cold winter times with a party worth writing about! Activities: ~Gift Giving! ~Merry-Making! ~Berry Pickin’ Contest! ~Knoxist Prayer! ~Anything else we care to think of! Date & Location T’is party will take place close ter the skygod holidays! Towards the end o’ the Elven Week, o’ course! ((3 PM EST, Saturday the 21st of December)) T’a party will take place in Brandybrook, home o’ t’a wee! Our village is close to Aegrothond if you don’t already know where it is! Be there or be a mushy sweetberry! -Pervinca Driftwood, halfling o’ Brandybrook! [!] The invitation ends with the official seal of Brandybrook!
  11. i personally want 1.13 and for the devs to focus enhancing 1.13 rather than update to 1.14 with a bad chunkloading, the new blocks are cool but it doesnt replace the chunk loading, we cant move from point a to point b it takes literally too much time for travelling, maybe we can go back to 1.13 with an older save if world corruption is a concern but we cant stay in 1.14 its ruining the traveling of the map
  12. Elijah and His Hole Elijah was never one for war. In fact, he had a strong distaste for it. Swords and bows and battleaxes and whatnot would send him straight to the nearest compost bin. So, when he heard that there was to be a draft to fight against the enemies drawing nearer and nearer to his humble town, Elijah picked up all his belongings he could fit into a small cloth bag and marched out the door. Elijah was also not a man of directions, nor schedules and plans. For days, he wandered aimlessly, stopping occasionally to sit and eat whilst glaring at a squirrel, as if challenging it to make a slight towards him and his meal. It was when Elijah made it to a clearing that he realized he had found a new place to stay. Quiet. Empty. Peaceful from the edges of the forest to the calming riverbank. And, lucky enough for Elijah, the ground was soft enough to begin digging. So, he started. Minutes upon hours upon days, Elijah ceaselessly dug away at the ground. He had to stop often to get the sweat out of his eyes, but would then continue as if he had never taken a pause. He dug. And he dug. And he dug. On the fourth day of digging, Elijah collapsed. His fingernails were packed with mud. His clothes were completely stained beyond repair. But Elijah just laughed to himself under the stars, the low chirps and murmurs from inside the forest seemingly celebrated with him. Elijah had escaped war. And he had dug himself a new hole to call home. The end.
  13. [!] A note is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard T’a Twelfth Annual Drinkin’ Night! ~A drawing of Brandybrook!~ ((from @Apollonous)) The previous Drinking Night, while grand in attendance ‘n drinking, was sadly interrupted by some EVIL CULTISTS who cut our fun short. We shouldn’t let these things keep us down, however! Us wee folks ‘ave hearts o’ steel! We’ll continue on partying nay matter what! What: A night full o’ drinking FUN! Where: In Brandybrook, the home of the halflings! (Next to Aegrothond!) When: Close ter the end o’ this Elven Week and the beginning of the next! ((4 PM EST, Sunday the 1st of December)) What booze is in stock?: Enough to get drunk, tha’s fer sure! Long Live Brandybrook! Glory ter t’a Wee! -Pervinca Driftwood [!] The note ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  14. Why we Fight An Address to the people of the AIS issued Winter 1744 Men of the Alliance, thus far our struggle has been one of incredible ease. Wherever we have been opposed we have utterly routed the enemy from the field. Our foe has been smashed under our boot so many times that the number of our victories begin to fade from memory, simply being too numerous to be worth recalling. Whilst our foe has perhaps a single victory. A pathetic ratio, but again an indication of the unmatched strength of our alliance, of the divine righteousness of our cause. When the King of Helena strode from his city in an attempt to reinforce his allies in Haense. Not once, not twice, but three times his forces were utterly and easily thrashed by my own elite warriors. With the Ruberni, the Free Dragon Bloods and the Martyrs each winning themselves particular glories that day. As the sun kissed the horizon he lay on his knees on the steps of Rubern. His crownless head bruised from the tender ministrations of my boot heel, his mouth void of teeth. They having been spilt upon the cobbles. This federation of Heartlanders is pathetically weak, and come the reaping day, Reza shall receive its punishments. For If they had not committed great sin. then a divine punishment such as I would not have been sent unto them. But let us speak less of the weakness of our foes, their failure on the battlefield, nor the fact that their allies and mercenaries beg us behind closed doors to allow them to leave the war. To spare them come our inevitable victory. Our victory in this conflict not being a question of ‘if’ but rather ‘when’. So why then do we fight? No doubt many of you have read the pathetic, nie panicked missives of our foes. Pen wielders spitting bile and poison from within their dark holes. “Barbarian” they cry “Pagan” they squeal, each in turn claiming that I, and therefore the AIS comes to annihilate them, to stomp on their culture and faith. This is a blatant falsehood. This war began after a series of escalations on the part of Haense and the King of Helena, Peter III. After Haense murdered one of my merchants I was threatened with death by Peter III, by way of a stomped skull. I later repaid this threat, albeit with mercy as I allowed him to crawl home after receiving his deserved beating, spoiled child that he is. In light of this serious threat, I approached a variety of other factions and formed the AIS. The intention being to restrain Helenan aggression and ensure the continued independence of all signatories. Later Haense once again aggressed, seizing Auvergenians, members of the AIS upon the sovereign and independent lands of Rubern. Simultaneously violating the defensive alliance that forms the foundation of the AIS as well as violating the independent sovereignty of the Ruberni. Again seeking to avoid a prolonged conflict and bloody war, the war of two emperors so fresh on our mind I demanded weregild of Haense. Once more these two faced cowards refused to answer for their crimes. Eternally playing the victim. Peter III of Helena once more extended a missive to me. Claiming it was we not they that were the aggressors. “I know you are afraid” he said therein “Follow your instincts”. Thus it was war, and Peter’s skull was politely introduced to both my boot and the stones. There is only so much blatant aggression, so many lies and abuses, so many insults any righteous man could tolerate. Peace was always an option, it was they who chose war. These Heartland Kings have slapped away the hands of peace time and time again. The greed, the sloth, the self centered SIN of their lords sentencing so many to die. Our mighty alliance shall march into their pathetic city to deliver just retribution for their crimes. Those criminals who remain shall be executed. For true justice does not require lengthy muttering and review. It is harsh, it is simple. The city shall be placed under the jurisdiction of the mighty and noble lords of Rubern. For they have proven their valour and courage, it will fare far better under their suzerainty than under Helenan mismanagement. The doing day approaches, each second a step closer to the orchestra of death and glory. I ask each and every one of you to march with me, for victory lies just over the hill. Come the reaping day I shall be among you, clad in my gilded plate. Let us live in honour, let us die in glory. Upon the day that New Reza shall be overtaken by our unstoppable forces, it is to the realm of Curonia that I offer a singular saints-day to agree to our terms; if not, then there shall be no mercy provided to your Kingdom. Lest you forget that it is the King of Helena who has stripped the titles from your realm and stripped any semblance of autonomy from your grasp. Penned by Godric Affirmed by Sohaer Dimaethor Elervathar SAYYID, Ibraheem Ibn Bashar Kharadeen, Sheikh of Al-Faiz Governor Marius Stiboricz Rex Skalp Raguk High Prince Lyemar Aureon Grandmaster Daniel de Alence Piast Svetovid Vilchyc Sovereign of the Depths Arthur Sterling Archon Aroen Velulaei'onn Kezuhk of Mau'Madur Ugrad’Lur
  15. [!] A crudely written notice is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard CULTISTS ATTACK! DEEK IS MISSING! ~The cultists storming the Toady Traveler Tavern!~ Last night, after all us wee folks finished our Drinking Competition, a band o’ EVIL CULTISTS stormed in’o Brandybrook and started harassing our wee drunk bodies! As I’ve been told, they caused a bit o’ blood to spill on Brandybrook’s fair soil, dragging off my husband Deek Driftwood in the process! Only Knox knows what sorts of torment they’re doing to Deek right now, but it surely cannae be good! ~The EVIL CULTISTS kidnapping Deek Driftwood!~ I told the Sheriff o’ Brandybrook, Anne, about the attack. She sent the following in reply: “On t’e o’er side o’ Arcas right now. I’ll do me best ter help, I’m on me way back! Till then be safe! -AA” T’a Sheriff is telling us to stay safe, so we’d better do just that! Stay indoors! Watch yer kids! Report any EVIL CULTIST activity! Though times may be rough, we’ll weather the storm and SURVIVE! -Pervinca Driftwood [!] The notice ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  16. [!] A scrap of paper is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard! Drink ‘till ye Drop! ~The newest burrow of Brandybrook! Looks nice, doesn’t it?~ Our wee halflin’ bodies have yet to consume the copious amounts o’ booze we require as o’ late! Thus, we need to continue our Drinking Night tradition and drink ‘till we drop! The last one left standing wins a whole load of nothing! May the best half-man win! What: A drinking competition with FREE BOOZE! Where: In Brandybrook, righ’ next to Aegrothond! When: Close ter the end o’ this Elven Week! ((4 PM EST, Saturday the 23rd of November)) Who be invited?: Everyone excep’ for a particular half-halfling from Sutica (Ye know who ye are!) First one to fall under as a result of ter much drinking is a ROTTEN PUMPKIN! Ye don’t want to be a rotten pumpkin, now do ya? So make sure yer stomach be up to the task! Halfling drinking competitions are no joke! Long Live Brandybrook, ‘n Glory ter t’a Wee! -Pervinca Driftwood, mother of Brandybrook’s sheriff. [!] The paper ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  17. [!] A flyer is nailed to the notice board in Brandybrook! A Call To Arms! Fellow weefolk, I call on ya fer aid! Th' taint of the void is spreadin', and it needs t' be stopped! Th' force ah soldiers that sieged th' last void tear, is plannin' another attack at th' last tear, and against Grief himself. They plan to repel th' spread of th' void by placin' mana stones in a perimeter around th' tear. They call for fighters to escort th' mana stones, people t' operate th' ballistae an' provide long range support, an' healers to work in th' field clinic t' tend to our wounded! I know that yer scared. I am too. But if we don't stand up an' quell this evil, there won't be a Brandybrook t' hide in! Dig down deep, an' muster the Halfling courage that Knox blessed us with with! I'll be among the fighters escorting the mana stones to their positions. Any of ya who want t' fight, you'll be doing so alongside me on the battlefield, any others should talk t' th' other folks running things in th' field clinic an' ballistae. Fight, shoot, or heal, I implore you to come an' help make a difference! Fer Brandybrook, an' fer all of Arcas! Long Live Brandybrook! Yer's truly, Benedict Hassenfort-Applefoot Deputy Sherriff of Brandybrook The paper ends with the official seal of Brandybrook! ((I made this on mobile so apologies if it's janky. This event will happen on Monday, the 18th of November, at 2pm PST/5pm EST. Its advised that you join this discord > https://discord.gg/wMvfqD7 < for any info about the event line. Big thanks to @Tha_Mystery_Man for being such a chad and creating this fantastic event line.) )
  18. Welcome to the ~~~FUNKY~~~ lil skin shop Costs: A head skin is 300 minas An overlay is 100 minas A body is 700 minas A full body (including overlay) is 1000 minas If you are applying for a skin, please fill out the below: Username: Discord: Skin Type (Head/Body/Full Body): Steve or Alex Model: Gender and Race: Image(s) for reference: How is your character quirky?: Type of Payment: Proof of Payment: (You can either reach out to me below or on my discord) Past work:
  19. [!] A scrap of paper is nailed to the Brandybrook Notice Board Anothah Drinkin’ Night! ~The halflings o’ Brandybrook gather in the Toady Traveler Tavern!~ ’ow many weeks has it been since t’a last Drinking Night? Far too many, in me opinion! That’s why we’re holdin’ another one with even more booze and fun than ever before! So come on down ter Brandybrook to drink yer fill! What: A whole night o’ drinking! Where: ’n Brandybrook, right next ter Aegrothond! When: Close ter the end o’ this Elven Week! ((4 PM EST, Saturday the 9th of November)) Who is invited?: All who nay cause trouble! Long Live Brandybrook! Glory ter t’a Wee! -Pervinca Driftwood, mother of Brandybrook’s sheriff. [!] The paper ends with the official seal of Brandybrook!
  20. Hello everyone! It’s been a while since we’ve had any large festivals like this, so I’ll enlighten y’all with some screenshots of the event! The SPOOKY NIGHT begins! Booze in the Toady Traveler Tavern! Pumpkin Carving begins! Picking Pumpkins! High Elves wearing fur suits for some reason. PUMPKIN CARVINGS! 1st Place: 2nd Place: 3rd Place: Honorable Mentions: Screenshots from Mariolla (leader of halflings): If anyone else would like to share screenshots of this event, please do so in the comments!
  21. [!] A note is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard! Spooky Night ‘n Brandybrook! ~Sure be some real spookeh stuff goin’ on here!” T’is t’a time o’ year when our lord ‘n savior LORD KNOX be the strongest! Let us celebrate this fine occasion in the proper manner with feasting, drinking, worship o’ the Pumpkin Lord, and plenty of games ‘n fun! Activities: ~Pumpkin’ Carving! ~Costume Contest! ~Scary Storytelling! ~Drinking Contest! ~Pumpkin-Pie Eating Contest! And more! Time and other information: Time: We’ll be havin’ this party close ter the end o’ the Elven Week. (( 4 PM EST, Sunday the 27th of October)) Location: ‘n Brandybrook, o’ course! Who be invited?: Everybody so long as they nay cause any trouble! Long Live Brandybrook! Glory ter t’a wee! -Pervinca Driftwood [!] The note ends with the official seal of Brandybrook.
  22. Late one night as Fredegar Puddlefoot was just putting out the last candle and getting g ready to turn in, a loud knock sounded on the burrow door. He looked at the door, quizzically. The elves never knocked. They just barged in and demanded a tour. Who could it have been? As he opened it, a short man in a cloak entered. The cloak was soaked from the rain and the man pulled the cloak off him. It was none other than Deek Driftwood, sheriff of Brandybrook and captain of the Spicy Shrimp. "So it's true! Ya are bein' 'eld captive by these menaces!" Fred shook his head. "'Ouse arrest, more like." Then, he smiled and embraced his companion. "What are ya' 'ere fer? Oi jes put tha fire out, but Oi could start it again if'n ya'd like some tea." Deek rolled his eyes. "Ya daft goat. This is a rescue." And, over tea, pie, biscuits, crumpets, and a sandwich, he laid out his plan. The next day, Deek and another halfling in his cloak approached the gate. Other members of the Spicy Shrimp waited beyond the gate for them. There was a commotion at the gate as a line of people awaited entry into the high elven city. "I cannot accept just one bar of iron as a contribution to the city," the Sillumiran manning the gate bellowed to the man currently at the front of the line. "'Ey! Lemme outta' ere!" Deek groaned, pounding on the bars. "You will wait your turn, halfling!" Fred threw a small rock at the back of the head of one of the guests milling in the courtyard and the man turned, confronting a nearby high elf for such an insult. As the gate opened to allow the next guest entry, the affronted man began to attack the high elf. The guard looked over and ran out of the gatehouse to stop the brawl. Deek turned to Fred. "Now's yer chance. Go go go!" Fred burst through the open gate, over the bridge and jumped into the elevator, pulling the lever to lower it. He looked back to see Deek on the ground of the bridge, having tripped. "Run fer it, Fred! Yer free!" As the guard looked back at the new commotion, Deek got to his feet and rain towards the lowered elevator. He pulled his fishing rod from his back and cast the line, wrapping it around a post. He leapt and used the fishing line to repel down the shaft until he landed next to Fred. The elevator hit ground and they sprinted out of the city towards a set of ponies held by a few crewmen of the Spicy Shrimp. As if daemons themselves were after them, the mounted the ponies and rode, not waiting to see how much of a lead they had. Fred was free.
  23. [!] A paper is pinned to the Brandybrook Notice Board! T’a Ninth Annual Brandybrook Drinking Night! ~Micah’s speech during Rollo’s Wake!~ T’is been a while since we last had a good ol’ Drinking Night in Brandybrook. Sure, we had plenty o’ other gatherings, but none o’ them were Drinking Nights! Thus, I see it fit to bring back the ancient halfling tradition dating back to the Dunshire days o’ me youth! O’ course, we ought to pray to Lord Knox more as well, thus we’ll be having a good ol’ Knoxist prayer at the end of this Drinking Night on top o’ the drinking! What: A drinking party + Knoxist prayer right afterwards! Where: ’n Brandybrook, the home o’ the halflings, right next ter Aegrothond! When: Close ter the end o’ this Elven Week ‘n the beginning of the next! ((Saturday, September 14th, 4 PM EST)) Knox bless us all! Glory ter t’a wee! -Pervinca Driftwood [!] The paper ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
  24. *On a quiet morning in the Golden City of Ves, in hobbles an old little halfling. For having just came from the road his uniform is spotless. As he enters the city, he rests for a moment, leaning on his cane. He has come here to fulfil his family’s lifelong duties: To serve as a butler for the ruling classes of the realm. * The Origins of House Proudfoot and the Lineage of Orenian Butlers The Proudfoot’s can be traced back to the founding families of Dunwood in the realm of Aegis. Back then Halflings knew very little of the world living a quiet and peaceful life. Wilfred Proundfoot, first of his name was known his large appetite and generous donations of food to the poor, as long as he could eat with them. He traveled Aegis and saw, and ate, many things on his travels. During his life he befriended Daniel Horen who was still but a young man. He developed a great friendship with the House of Horen and pledged his loyalty to the family in perpetuity. Later in life during the writings of Everard I Hightower he is referred to as Saint Wilfred, The God’s Stomach. This jest was most likely spawned from Wilfred’s friendship with Saint Daniel, and his grand appetite. Saint Wilfred Proudfoot I ~ Historians Dispute what Century he lived ~ Is believed to be the first to put to use Bread and Wine in religious ceremonies As a descendent of the Saint Wilfred Proudfoot, Thomas Proudfoot was no stranger to humans, later in his life he found himself living in the city of Al’khazar which was quite uncommon for Halflings at the time. He employed himself as a cook in the kitchens of the Keep. His position however did not last, as the Phoenix Revolution had begun and in a ransack of the keep, he was injured and later died from those injuries. His family fled and eventually settled in Renatus in Asulon. Thomas Proudfoot ~ 1200-1341 ~ Served King Enor Sheffield, was killed during the Phoenix Revolution Thomas Proudfoot had a son, whom at the start was always interested in the duties of the castle that Thomas had. His name was Wilfred, second of his name. Wilfred grew up in the Kingdom of Renatus. When Godfrey of house Horen became King, Wilfred was appointed a butler of the castle. As the Kingdom of Renatus became the Holy Oren Empire and Godfrey went from King to Emporer, he remained close friends with Wilfred. Even at one point granting Wilfred the title of Knight after Wilfred won a joust against a young Hightower knight. As Godfrey had grown accustomed to various wild titles Wilfred had soon accumulated titles such as Grand Chancellor of Butlery, Grand High Royal Imperial Butler, and various other spins on the name. Although he was proud of his title he was even more proud of the work he had done and the loyalty he had for the family. He later went on to serve Prince Richard Horen III and King James Hightower II and their families. Having lived to the age of 155, it is written that Wilfred died peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by his children. Sir Wilfred Reginald Thomas Proudfoot II ~ 1260-1415 ~ Grand High Royal Imperial Butler, Knight of the Holy Orenian Empire Served Emperor Godfrey I, Prince Richard Horen III, and King James Hightower II Horace Proudfoot, grandson of Wilfred II, denied the family trade of butlery having seen the chaos that the Human Kingdoms continued to fall through. He served as a sailor most of his life and toward the end of his life when his legs did not serve him, he worked as a tailor for the peasant folk. He settled in Brandy brook for the rest of his days. Horace Proudfoot ~ 1510-1655 ~ Served as a sailor and traveling Tailor Since his Father, Horace Proudfoot had refused the family occupation. Wilfred III did not have childhood education in the art of Butlery. Now in Present time, Wilfred Proudfoot has spent nearly 100 years studying the arts of Butlery, from the Orenian style, to the Renatian School of Butlerly developed by his great grandfather. Wilfred the Third refused to serve as a butler until he was sure that he was ready. Now he prepares to enter his first service under the King Adrian I of Kaedrin. Wilfred Horace Proudfoot III ~ 1634 – Present ~ Butler to King Adrian I of Kaedrik *Wilfred Horace Proudfoot III hobbles up the step toward the Castle in Ves. He stands in the shoes of his ancestors, ready to continue the legacy. *
  25. [!] A note is pinned to the Brandybrook Noticeboard! Rollo’s Wake! ~Rollo Applefoot wearing his casual clothing!~ T’a Thain is dead! Long Live the Thain! Instead of cryin’ over his death for years and years like some weirdo bigguns, we’re gonna hold a MASSIVE party in Rollo’s memory. Instead of mourning his loss, we shall celebrate his life! It’s what he would’ve wanted. All folks o’ all races are invited to this party, and no expenses shall be spared making this the best party ever held! Activities ~A mug from the tavern!~ ~Drinking in the Toady Traveler Tavern!~ ~Shogging!~ ~Fishin’ Tournament!~ ~Darts!~ ~Baked Goods Stall!~ ~A Eulogy from Micah, t’a new Thain!~ Time/Location Close ter the end o’ the Elven Week, located entirely within Brandybrook o’ course! ((Sunday the 8th of September, 4 PM EST)) All yer friends ‘r gonna be here! You should come as well if you don’t want to be left out! [!] The notice ends with the official seal of Brandybrook
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