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Attention all ye young hobbits with a keen eye for adventure!
The Rivervale Scholarship is now accepting applicants. Apply below or PST to Filbus. All scholarship funds are to be used at your discretion. TUGBOTTOMS & FAIRFEET NEED NOT APPLY. This scholarship is funded by Filbus Furyfoot, Lord of the Misty Thicket. | ||
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Do I have to write an essay about what I want to be when I grow up?
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Good scholarship. Young hobbits need this.
Don't mind that guy. He repeats the same statement about this being a kids game all over the forum. | ||
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Cptnamazing should give every hobbit one http://wiki.project1999.com/Mithril-Runed_Tunic .
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I guess you could say I had a normal upbringing. As soon as I could walk I was out pulling turnips, rolling pumpkins and stuffing the scarecrow. As I got older, I saw some of the other Halflings being enrolled in druidic studies, sneaking around, or even learning to close wounds. " Thrillbro, get back to those weeds " they would tell me if I ever dared to peak or inquire as to what they were doing. I had no choice but to listen.
I was stuck in the fields, pulling turnips, rolling pumpkins, and stuffing the scarecrow. I thought that was going to be my life forever, but it seemed my destiny, so I took it upon myself to do the best job I could. My reputation spread, and before I knew it, I was also working on small handy jobs around the town, even got a notice from the mayor once about the work I did on the fence. I was honestly pretty happy with the way things were going, but I knew there was more to life, there had to be something else. Misty thicket used to be a safe place. I remember playing with my beetles and never considering seeing a goblin. Now there are tents within a few hundred meters. The guards at the wall don't even have their own food storage anymore and have to be run food on a daily basis. I then saw my opportunity to make something of myself, and my town. I cant cast any spells, I can barely hide if standing still, but I dug turnips, rolled pumpkins, and stuffed the hell out of that scarecrow so im grabbing a sword and cleaning up this place. I am going to give the mayor a run for his money. No longer will people see Thrillbro Swaggins and scoff at another turnip puller. I am going to make something of myself, one gutted goblin, one flayed rat, and one mayor at a time. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] | ||
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