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A haflings grievence for the ODS
09/09/2018 08:56 AM CDT
The Halfling glances around as he walks down the path in the dead of night. Approaching towards the large wooden doors, his skill at remaining silent evident with each carefully placed footstep.
Reaching into his haversack he pulls forth a axe, placing it on the ground, he continues to rummage, finally pulling out a torn parchment. Glancing at the axe he reaches for it. Holding the parchment against the door, holding the axe high in the other, the Olvi slams the axe into the doors of the Order Of the Dragon Shield pinning the parchment in place.
Just as he's about to walk off, the Halfling glances back to view his handiwork.
The parchment reads….
After the recent events of the Riverhaven Townhall meeting, i have decided that a formal apology will be given to Miss Marssi Talmuron. Failure to do so will be met with the most swift of retribution!
No one puts Marssi in the corner!
Smiling at the brief letter the Olvi pulls out his quill to add one more line of writing.
Nothing but love.
Rifkinn shomm.
And he finishes the signature with a smiley face.
Putting his quill away the olvi turn, and without care for silence in his movement, he whistles a merry tune and he swaggers off back down the path
TINKAN
Re: A haflings grievence for the ODS
09/10/2018 09:57 AM CDT
His late night garden raid rudely disturbed, the guard-donkey Beauregard stands with a vacant expression, gnawing with indignation on a turnip as he watches the Olvi turn and disappear into the shadows. Clomping up to the massive mahogany doors of the ODS headquarters, Beau sniffs at the parchment inquisitively before wolfing it down with a raucous crumpling punctuated by a loud belch and fit of braying.
Over the next few days, the parchment is transformed into horse apples smelling distinctly of its author, the halfling Rifkinn.
