✿Honeybear✿

I fear that the Halflings’ reputation has just been thoroughly dragged through the dirt. We were supposed to be the happy fun sunshine race, the whole reason I played one in the first place is because hobbits never took this biz seriously, they were the last people to start melodrama when the rest of the server was saturated with the stuff. And now look at this shiz. You’ve dun donked up! Neither side’s in the right, and, really, it’s only a couple individuals in particular who fugged up in excess, but GMs and Hobbits are the last two groups I’d expect to fall victim to classical LotC depravity. Anyway, since I’ve come to hold the Halfling community to a higher standard, I personally apologize to those traumatized by any salty, disappointing actions of some of my sister weefolk, even if it doesn’t count for much I’d rather if folks didn’t see our entire community in the same negative light as any individual offenders. So yuh, sorries, and I urge any deeply involved hobbits to cease with any salty shoe sporting, you’re not bigg’uns, so please go back to acting like the hobbits Mr. Rogers knows you can be. It's a game. Yada yada yada. Still love you guys.

Hearing news of the tourney from her ever toiling popo, Lakquisha polishes her skull, mounts her wardonkey, and prepares for glorious combat! "Mi howpe Rex-zenpai notizez mi!"

A young Uruk stares wistfully at a blown away poster, now was her time to shine! Name: LAKqUiZhA Talent: RiTuwAL zAkRiFizE Which Show? (One, Two, or Both): bOtH

"Dere kan unly be azh Zwampgoth! Agh hy'z naym iz Zhreck!" Lakquisha'Lak stands in challenge to her shouting brother. "Az dauwghtur tuh da tru Zwampgoth, mi wyll nub alluw ani'azh tuh zteal mi popo'z tytul en hy'z abzenze! Duh nub dizhunur latzelf brudda. Agh duh nub dizhunur da Zwampgoth!"

Mirabelle graces the parchment with her sophisticated, illiterate gaze, "Looks like Oren-speak teh me." she replies to Amell, "Mus' be t'e work of some serious shoe-sport'n Sally."

He is a beautiful peacock and y'all need to let him fly! +1

Filthy Casuals.

Thanks so much Zer0, I've been having the same problem and that actually did seem to work for me ❤

Geh, no more debating xD Unfortunately, even if I fixed the potion’s weak points, or even if I took it outside of alchemy lore and made it, like, a disease or something, according to what Jist's told me, I don’t think this kinda lore’s gonna get approved anytime soon. As he put it “changing shape drastically has never been very well viewed by the LMs”, so as fun as it would be to have shrinking potions, it just doesn’t look like it’s gonna happen, really sorry, you’ll have to become a Halfling the old fashion way. Nobody go moving this topic to the denied forums yet though. In loving memoriam to the greatest addition to alchemy lore that never was, I’m slashing the potion nonsense to solely propose the one, useless earth regent. Thanks again for all the support, I hope you’ll all join me in eating ridiculous amounts of these truffles to honor their fallen comrade.

Sorry to butt in buuut... 1. Offered a way out if folks felt OOCly uncomfortable drinking the potion. 2. Can't you, like, make a homunculus out of a bunch of herbs and spices...? Heck... how does my druid magic even work!? How do we instantly grow full grown oaks out of the dirt!? That's always freaked me out... I don't think server lore's ever abided by the laws of physics... 3. Uhm... This only makes you shorter... Nuthin' else... Mind you, i'm not exactly arguing with this lore getting denied, it was simply a lighthearted proposal (remember beardmancy?) since a bunch of folks liked the concept, I think some folks just wanted a vacation from the serious drama of biggun RP, to just muck around as a lil'un for a while, I thought it'd be fun to give them that. Now, I would be willing to make changes like drastically extending how long it takes to shrink, or adding some bit that prevents the potion from being used repeatedly (Like building up an immunity or some bs), but only if the LMs really think it'd be worthwhile and wanted, if not, it's their job, I won't argue with their decisions.

*Added poll because democracy!!

~✿~✿~✿~✿~✿✿✿~✿~✿~✿~✿~ Faerie Truffles: ~✿~✿~✿~✿~✿✿✿~✿~✿~✿~✿~ These gnarled lumps of subterranean fungi can be naturally found buried around the roots of temperate trees, such as those found in Gimblewood. They’re described as deep russet in color, possessing a distinct earthy smell and taste. Like most truffles, they can be highly sought after by cuisine fanatics for their addictive flavor, but attempts to domesticate them have proven fruitless. Occasionally, however, one may find a knowledgeable farmer hunting for these rare treasures with the help of a truffle sniffing pig. The gathering and use of the truffle especially reoccurs among Halfling communities, where there is no shortage of skillful and hungry chefs and farmers. Its use outside hobbit folk, or lack thereof, can be attributed to a remarkably odd side effect brought on by its repeated consumption; stunted growth. The Faerie Truffle in fact gets its name from an old tall tale regarding it as a favored food of faerie folk, thus why their kind remain tiny, never growing big. However, even if one were ludicrous enough to regularly consume these truffles throughout adolescence, they would find its effects have their limits. No matter how many truffles one might happen to eat, as a person enters adulthood, they will still eventually grow to be at least about 3/4th what their natural height should’ve been. Their growth spurts will have simply been severely prolonged, never entirely stopped. Of course, most cases are significantly more mild, if not unnoticeable. Despite this peculiarity, Faerie Truffles still have other useful qualities. In fact, like many breeds of fungi, they're very nutritious and possesses naturally strong skin rejuvenating abilities. Thanks to its more mystical persuasion however, the truffle most commonly finds its way into the libraries of alchemists and other scholarly kind as an effective moderate symbol of earth in potion brewing. *(Best represented MCly with Netherwarts) In loving memory of Halving Potions 1/19/2015 to 1/22/2015

Mirabelle stares dumbfound at the document, illiterate as ever, eventually she manages to spew out the first thing to pop into her widdle halfling brain, "'igh elves suck."